Speed Ticket or Handcuff match: Brenna vs Ise

Ise had a satisfied look on her face when Brenna crashed on the ground again before leaning into the ropes, weakly waving at her fans for a moment to let it seem as she was in full control while she in reality was looking to take a breather. The DDT had rattled her more than she had thought, and the swinging throw had used up some more power.

*Time to show little Brenna who's boss here. Choke slam, the Ram, cover, posing, done... *
She thought while leaving the security of the ropes when her opponent would start to get up, with one hand raised for the choke slam gesture! In anticipation, fans would start to cheer and chant.
"...C'mon, c'mon..."
She murmured while her fingers were moving to give the crowd additional cheering material.

Brenna was painfully staggering up onto unsteady feet, only to see Ise casually waving at the fans, which did not fill the rookie with confidence, she really felt like she was on the back foot here.

Dizzy, she was barely upright, when Ise was on her, shaping up for an obvious choke slam. Brenna felt a shiver of dread as the bigger girlâ€s hand clamped around her throat.

The Scot grimaced, eyes widening as she looked at her opponent, but she resisted the instinct to beg for mercy, trying to retain a little dignity at least for now. Brenna would struggle against the hold as best she could, kicking out weakly and raising her hands up to her neck, but she could feel real strength in the grip and prying herself free would be difficult. Even though she knew that failing to do so would have brutal consequences.

*Damn, too early!*
Ring rust and the struggling of Brenna was enough to disrupt the attempt of the cop to lift her up for the choke slam. With a face that turned sour in no time, Ise would attempt to roughly shove her in a corner instead, put her hands on the top rope, stretch her leg and put her boot on the throat of the other girl for a choke instead.

She knew that she would not use the rope for leverage but would still be counted on in case her opponent would grab any rope in case of success, but it was more easy to do for her in case of success.

Brenna had been bracing herself for a brutal choke slam but the rookie found sheâ€d done enough to discourage her attacker. The sense of relief was short-lived, though, as she was instead bundled into the corner with a rough shove.

“Nghh…” she groaned, rubbing her throat as she thudded against the ringpost. But there was no reprieve for the blonde, as her big opponent jammed her boot up into Brennaâ€s windpipe.

“Uckkk!!!” Brenna gave a strained gasp of surprise as Ise began the foot choke. The muscular cop really seemed to be getting rough now, her leg pinning Brenna firmly to the turnbuckle and pressing her throat flat.

Brenna spluttered helplessly, spittle flecking her chin as she suffered in the choke. Her whole body shuddered as Ise wore her down. The blonde felt increasingly dizzy, and her legs would buckle, only her grip on the top rope and the boot of her opponent were keeping her from falling on her ass.

It was infuriating to be ground down like this, but all Brenna could do was wait for the ref girl to break off the choke, every second making her weaker.

"Okay okay!"
Ise would stop her crushing of her opponent with the count of 2 instead of 4, taking a few steps back with her hands raised to show that she would give her opponent the break until the referee girl would give the ring free for the fight to resume again.

In hindsight, it would have been wiser to hit her with the ram instead of a choke slam, but if she could dodge the slam, she would have probably also dodged the running forearm smash so that she would also have won absolutely nothing.
"So what's up, Brenna? Ready to go on?"
She asked, not without looking up how rattled her opponent really was.

“Hahh…. Ahhh….” Brenna panted, rubbing her throat as she was finally released from the choke. Her face was flushed red and she had to grip the top rope for support. She had no breath to counter Iseâ€s taunts, though she supposed she was lucky the cop had stopped at a 2 count, rather than trying to take the choke to 5 or beyond. The blonde was still struggling, though.

She needed to stall Ise as best she could, and swallowed hard as she tried to regain her composure.

“Always ready….” she replied, staying slumped in the corner all the same. “Sure you donâ€t wanna choke me some more? Get your ass disqualified, that would be ironic, for a cop…” she said with a bittersweet smile.

A small grin showed itself on the face of the cop.
"Luckily for me, you have no idea about my fighting style. Or wrestling in general. A count to 2 is nothing. Your own words."
A classic technique would stay classy. Even if the person that had inspired her for a large majority of her move set was in fact not even close to be a draw and also a horrible wrestler, his success was unquestioned.

As long as her opponent was down, Ise had also time to breathe. What she definitely had not missed was getting fatigued and run out of air cause some smartass kept evading her. Or could not get up like in this case.

As Brenna hung gasping in the corner, she noted that Ise was hanging back a little. It seemed she had been saved a little by the bigger girlâ€s lack of stamina, which was preventing her from charging ahead with the killer blow.

Brenna was a little more spritely, though, and the rest was letting her recover, too. The blonde decided to take the initiative, and would stumble forwards out of the corner, looking to lock arms with Ise. It was a plucky move, almost looking foolhardy.

“Aye, maybe I donâ€t know much…” she conceded as she moved to grapple. “But I have a few tricks!”

With that, Brenna would try and simply head butt her opponent, giving her a Glasgow kiss as they were locked together. Of course, she was gambling on landing a solid blow, otherwise the tired blonde would have delivered herself right into the arms of her powerful foe, and she had no strength left to grapple properly.

"Reeks of hot air, no? Luck of the Irish maybe..."
Ise was snickering when Brenna stumbled out of the corner for a lock up where everyone that had seen a wrestling match knew that a girl like Brenna had no viable chance of winning compared to an ox like the cop.

so Ise was strong in the thought that the Irish would rather attempt something like this out of desperation and was indeed badly surprised when the girl rammed her skull in her face!
"UH!"
She cried out while her head started to ring again under a new impact. She wanted to raise her hands to her head but was unable to do so cause they were still grappling! Blinded with anger and pain, she would attempt to break the grapple by tossing her opponent in a wide toss away to caress her face and head.

“Gnhhh!!” Brenna growled angrily as she was flung across the ring. She hit the canvas with a thud, but her lithe limbs were immediately scrabbling to pull herself back upright, getting to her feet with some urgency.

“Did you just call me IRISH!?” she yelled through the pain, indignant that Ise had gotten her nationality wrong, deliberate or otherwise.

The blondeâ€s beserk button had well and truly been pressed - she jumped up and ran at her opponent, launching herself at Iseâ€s waist in an energetic spear. Brenna was burning though pretty much the last of her strength in this attack, but she figured she may as well use her adrenaline to go down fighting.