Nail vs. Annelle

Nail Grunted as she maintained the bridge hold with some difficulty, her own dark skin covered in a sheen of sweat.
Slowly, she lowered herself back into a more maneuverable position, dragging Annelle and herself to the ropes.
"Heh.. You're a tough little thing, aren't you.. I'm starting to like you, so don't take this personal.."
With that, she suddenly shoved herself backwards, sliding under the bottom rope near the corner and hanging off the apron upside down, both hands gripping Annelle's foot to apply agonizing strain on the leverage leg.
Nail was now effectively hanging upside down outside the ring, using all her weight to wrench Annelle's legs.

Annelle was nearly bent into a C shape as Nail stretched her legs against the edge of the mat. Gritting her teeth, Annelle pushed herself forwards until her hands gripped the ropes.

The ref quickly ran up to Nail to tell her to break. This wasn't the true reason for Annelle's grabbing the ropes, however, as she pulled up on them, hauling her moist body off the mat and slamming down again, slamming her and Nails legs against the edge of the mat to force her to release her.

Nail grunted and shot the ref girl a dirty look as she limberly slid out of the hold. She stretched her own legs lightly to get some of the feeling back while she ran through her options. She was liking this girl more and more every minute.
She slid back into the ring, careful to keep some distance between her and Annelle.
"That was pretty nice, Annie. But those lovely legs of yours have taken quite a beating, haven't they?"
It was true. No matter how resistant the girl was to pain, Nail doubted anyone could deal with that kind of strain.
She leaned on the ropes, waiting for Annelle to get to her feet while she massaged her own thigh, banged up a bit by the last counter.

Annelle said nothing as she slowly began to push herself back up. Her legs were drenched in sweat and coloured in livid bruises, and Annelle only got up to her knees and no further. The audience watched tensely, guessing that Annelle's legs must have taken more damage than they had initially thought. The coldness of Annelle's stare seemed to have lost some of its edge, and she looked slightly disoriented. All in all, it was clear that Annelle was losing this match.

Nail watched tensely for a moment, considering whether it was a feint or not.
Then, leaping onto the ropes, she shot forward in a springboard enzuigiri, aiming to smack her shin squarely into the side of Annelle's head.
If it missed, she wouldn't be risking many more high-flying antics. This was one last shot at a quick win, and if it missed, plans had to be shuffled.

Annelle looked dazed and barely able to focus as Nail came at her, her leg swinging out in an enziguri kick....

...that is, until Annelle's hands shot up and caught Nail's angle. Annelle twisted her opponent's legs in midair, aiming to take her down to the mat on her front.

Nail let out a squeal of surprise as she was turned around sharply in midair, landing on her face and chest. She tried frantically to wriggle her ankle out of that grasp, and, failing that, she brought her other leg around in a stiff heel kick aimed at Annelle's face.
It was unlikely that Annelle could hold her down while on her knees, but she still wanted to break the hold as fast as possible.

Annelle almost dismissively brought a forearm up to block Nail's kick, and briefly getting to her feet, sat back down on the square of Nail's back. Grabbing hold of Nail's other leg, Annelle calmly entwined her opponent's legs around her own right leg as she put Nail in a boston crab/scorpion death lock.

Nail grimaced and planted her hands firmly on the mat, trying to roll or buck the lighter girl off.
Her sharp fangs were gritted tightly as she attempted to power out of the hold, trying to use her powerful legs to roll or throw Annelle off.
And, considering her size and Annelle's wounded legs, it could happen.
She just hoped the Sharpshooter didn't take her out before then.

Instead of being thrown off by Nail's exertions, however, Annelle held on, calling on all her strength to keep her grip on Nail's legs. Calmly, she pulled back harder on Nail's legs, and, gripping both of them with one hand, she reached back with her free hand and cupped it under Nail's chin, pulling back on it as well.