Phoebe Porter vs. Alena Saint (complete)

Phoebe grunted as Alena's hand struck her ribs, the shock causing her hold on Alena, both her chest and her hand, to loosen slightly, giving Alena just a bit of air. She wasn't out of the woods yet, but she was a lot better off now.

Phoebe would try to grasp for Alena's new freed hand to capture it again and readjust the scissors hold for more pressure.

Alena immediately started to breath normally as soon as the scissor was relaxed. Her ribs were pretty sore now, and she feared if Phoebe had held on any longer one of them might have broken. But she was far from safe now. She had to find a way out of this.

as Phoebe went for her free hand again, Alena noticed the grip on her other hand had also slackened. It was Alena's only chance. She would try to wrench her hand free and then drive both her fists into Phoebe's sides.

"Argh!" Phoebe groaned as Alena attacked her sides. This hold was quickly becoming untenable. Phoebe would release Alena and roll sideways away from her, only to try to roll back and try to drive an elbow down hard onto the back of Alena's head.

Alena groaned as she was released. Even though she was freed there wasn't much she could do after the agony she was just put through. She couldn't move fast right away. And this was the reason she took the elbow to the head, and it bounced painfully off the mat, making her grimace and lay there almost helpless.

((I've been trying to get a handle on Phoebe's character, and she just isn't coming to me as much as I'd like, so I apologize for her blandness.))

Phoebe took a second to watch Alena limp and helpless with some small degree of satisfaction. This girl was really beginning to get under her skin. She move to sit on the small of Alena's back, aiming to deliver another hammer blow to the back of the girl's head.

Alena had to admit, she was getting beat bad. This wasn't exactly what she wanted when she joined the AFW. Just as she was starting to get back up Phoebe sat on her back, sending her back to the mat with a groan. And for what had to be the third time today, her head was slammed into the mat with a yelp. Alena could feel herself close to uncosciousness now.

((Given permission to spectate ^^))

"Ha-haa! What a sap, I can't beleive they even put that fodder up against her!" Far on the sidelines, lingering just on the outskirts of the crowd, one of the newer members of the AFW had been watching the match with the utmost interest. Dressed more casually since she wasn't expecting a match, the girl wore a simple black, buttoned up collored shirt, tucked into formal dress pants and black boots, and oddly enough, wearing a modern black eyepatchove her right eye. She looked more like a spectator than a wrestler, but at the moment, for this match she was both.

Her name was Seraphim Harmonia, and having just joined the AFW, she had yet to even be in her first match, however with all of her previous experiance, she was more than confident. And right now, watching this match, it only lead her to even greater expectations, enjoying the spectacle and fulfilling her somewhat sadistic urges in seeing two people pummel eachother to a pulp; even if the fight was just a little one sided. 'I especially loved how she faked the offer in helping her up, a cheap method.' She paused in her thoughts, watching now as the fight was taken to the mat, something she didn't enjoy as much, but still watched with interest. 'Cheap... but effective, I like that. She had an afterthought, grinning her pale lips as she took a moment to adjust her leather patch, her crimson eye sharpening a little as she continued to view this wonderful show, hoping to see a little blood before it ended while she studied their techniques.

((I also now realize I picked a kinda stupid finisher for Phoebe's style, but, hell, I spend like 30 seconds thinking those up. First normal move that comes to mind, then give it an RR-style THATS NOT QUITE POSSIBLE feature...))

Her desire to hurt Alena sated for the moment, Phoebe took a second to nurse the bruised portions of her torso where Alena had struck her earlier. If Alena didn't react, Phoebe would hook her hands under Alena's chin and pull back.

Alena felt Phoebe's hands cup her chin but could do little to stop her at the moment, much to sore and frazzled to mount a counter attack. She moaned in pain as the chinlock was applied, giving her a degree of her concentration back. Her hands were free and she would try to pry Phoebe's hands from her chin.

Phoebe wrenched back as much as she could, but Alena's grasp weakened the hold enough that Phoebe released it. She decided to try a different tactic. Standing up, she tried to pull Alena to her feet. Expecting little resistance, she would try to put her foe's head between her legs and lift her up, aiming to pile drive Alena's head into the mat.