Sarah O'Brien Vs Darren Hopeless (For coiwy)

Darren let out small sigh as he looked down at himself stripped to his underwear he really shouldn't loose another round mainly because if he did he was sure that Sarah would have this match in the bag. He managed to pull himself once again back to his feet wincing in pain. His body was aching at this point which wasn't good. He was pretty sure that Sarah was going to be a hell of alot more comfortable with this situation compared to him.

Sarah finally rolled herself back to the ropes, pulling herself up into a shaky standing position. Darren looked weak, but she was as well and she was only one submission ahead of him. And... damn, when had he started looking so good? Had he been working out since they'd last met?

Darren pusheed himself onto shaky lags lightly lifting his arm so his hand slightly rubbed the back of his neck. "Ugh...Are you ready for the next round?" He questioned as he stood there half naked infront of Sarah. He made his way int the center of the ring hoping that the red head would follow offering a test of strength to start off this round.

Sarah took a deep breath and edged forward, hesitantly locking into the test of strength.

Darren let out a smile it seemed like Sarah had taken the test of strength although he wasn't too sure how this was going to go. He was pretty sure the red head was stronger when the match started since his main strength was his technique. He lightly gripped onto Sarah's hands applying a light pressure to start off with.

Darren didn't seem to be putting much force behind his push, but by now he didn't need to - Sarah was still slightly out of it after her last 'submission' and she found herself slowly sinking to her knees.

Darren was slightly surprised that he was managing to get Sarah pushed down onto her knees unless of course she was fakign it to try and get the upper hand. "Come on I know you can do better than this. I at least want this to be fun." He said pretty much as she had said to him perviously in the match.

Sarah grunted as Darren taunted her. Surely the match hadn't taken this much out of her already, had it?
"Why don't you join me then?" she replied, swiping a leg out at Darren's.

Darren lightly shook his head. "No I think I'm fi-whoa." He was slightly surprised but at the same time he wasn't as his legs collasped below him when Sarah sweeped at them falling to his knees infront of her bringing him to the same level that she was. He winced as it seemed like he had to work even harder now since he didn't have the leverage advantage of standing above the red head now.

Sarah shuffled forward on her knees and lunged at Darren, aiming to get her arms around him in a bearhug position.