Nail vs. Annelle

Not willing to let this chance slip through her fingers, Nail took off on a running jump, grabbing the ring ropes to her left as she swung her legs up, driving her knee toward the side of Annelle's head with the full weight of her body behind it in a potential knockout blow.

At the last second, Annelle suddenly darted to the side, causing Nail's knee to miss her head entirely and ram into the corner post instead. At the same time, Annelle took the opportunity to strike a low-blow, sending a karate-chop up at Nail's unprotected sex.

Nail grunted in pain as her knee suddenly impacted the ringpost, the thick padding over her knees preventing serious injury, but not the excruciating pain. She fell across the corner, only to let out a sharp cry when Annelle's chop impacted her mound with a loud, meaty 'smack', her rather lucious caramel cheeks jiggling with the impact as she collapsed, squeezing her thighs together against the sting.

Annelle circled Nail, her face unnervingly cold and emotionless. Without wasting time or words, she kicked out, hammering Nail twice in her already-hurting knee, before turning and kicking her savagely in the back of the neck as well.

Nail hissed in pain and anger as the younger girl kicked and hammered away at her. A moment after the kick to her neck connected, she pounded her hands into the mat, her lower body twisting upward like some vicious serpent before her entire body rolled off the mat, her heel planting itself firmly in Annelle's forehead as she rolled back to a crouching position a little ways away.
Even more astonishing than that miraculous display of muscle control, she was grinning, white-glossed lips parted for dazzling fangs.
"You're fun, know that?"

The kick to her forehead sent Annelle staggering back, although she remained standing. Opposite her, Nail was staring her down, grinning viciously.

"You're fun, know that?"

Annelle didn't deign to reply. Instead, she silently tilted her head to the side, stretching her neck muscles, before crossing her arms again and staring at Annelle with a look of pure, emotionless disdain.

Nail smirked as she stepped up to Annelle, slowly, joining the little stare-down.
She crossed her arms, and looked up thoughtfully, rubbing her chin and neck.
"Say.. Have you ever been to Japan?"
With that absurd question asked in the middle of a fight, she suddenly spewed a cloud of pink mist directly into Annelle's eyes, the strongly floral-scented liquid burning with excruciating pain.
"Someone over there came up with a delightful little trick called 'Asian Mist'."

The mist seared into Annelle's eyes, and the silver-blonde beauty was sent staggering back. And yet, she did not utter a single cry of pain. Even as she staggered back and rubbed her eyes, she didn't cry out once.

Nail knew her little ploy could only work so long, and she intended to make good use of it.
In a quick, smooth motion, she stepped forward and grabbed Annelle tightly around the throat with both hands and lifted her straight up above her head, only to swing her back down as she fell into a sitting position, bouncing the blinded blonde's head and neck off the mat in her signature 'Goodnight!' chokebomb and straddling her stomach for the pin.

This time, Annelle actually grunted Nail executed her chokebomb. She lay still and unmoving on the mat as Nail straddled her, and the crowd watched tensely.

"One...."