Anna Ivers vs Amy Evans

Anna needed to get out, she couldn’t do much from the bottom position like this and especially didn’t want Amy having the top position. Though turning around to try and get to her hands and knees didn’t save her all that much as she was instead subjected to being caught in Amys sleeperhold!

“Auugh!” She gasped, reaching up to try and pry her hands free, grabbing at her fingers or anything she could hold onto while Amy attempted to choke her out. Her eyes were getting watery as the struggle deprived her of any air.

Squeezing around her neck with as much power as she could muster she was hoping to send Anna out as soon as possible though the South African boxer wasn’t having it. Grabbing her fingers and yanking them she was slowly pulling her hand off her other hand and making Amy work harder then she wanted or needed to on keeping it in place.

“Still got some fight in ya it seems?” Amy said as she tried to squeeze harder on her waist to help keep her docile while focusing on retightening the hold. If she could keep Anna from breaking it she could end the match here and now.

Anna winced and gave a near breathless moan as her waist was subjected a tighter wrapping of Amys legs but through some miracle she kept her grip on her fingers as she had both hands prying off her one hand, slowly getting free. Though not quite out of the ball park.

She needed something new and once her hand was off her Anna took one of her hands and grabbed Amy’s head pushing it up before bridging to try and push Amy’s shoulders to the mat and make her break up the pin.

Despite her best efforts it seemed Anna was laser focused on getting out of this submission hold through hell or high water and once she had her hand mostly pried off her neck she grabbed her head and bridged herself up to try and pin her.

The ref came down to start he count reaching one before Amy begrudgingly twisted her body to break the pin, allowing Anna to roll to the side while she lost more of her grip on the submission hold in the process.

Pushing off and getting free slightly Amys grip was not on as much as before. Her hand still holding her arm she would use her other hand would send an elbow towards her ribs some more as she attempted to break free.

If she got out she hold her throat and cough for a second, cursing herself for letting Amy get that locked in. Turning around she would send a punch straight into Amy’s face to keep her form following up and attacking from there.

Before she could focus on forcing the hold on Anna again she was struck in the side with a few elbows. Catching her sore ribs a few times and eliciting a scream from Amy as Anna broke out of her hold around her waist and her neck. She didn’t stop there either as she took a punch in the face.

“Ouww!” She screamed as her head was rocked and she fell back and on the matt. Holding her head she laid there and groaned. Anna was taking control once again but Amy could not let her get away trying to get up slowly and make sure she wasn’t the victim of Anna’s attacks.

Breathing heavily she grabbed the ropes and pushed herself up and leaned onto them before looking around at Amy who wasn’t fairing much better than her. Good she could finish this now then. Waiting for Amy to get up she would stay on the ropes and wait for her time to strike.

Once she got up she ran in towards Amy before she could get a proper fighting stance and pull her arm up for a clothesline. Running, albeit slower than usual, In to take Amy down with one vicious blow she could see this move setting up the finish she had in mind for the Lion.

Slowly getting up to her feet she felt like she couldn’t stand up much longer. Not with how her ribs hurt, though it was just a temporary pain to deal with. She knew she could keep going, she just needed to be careful and put Anna down soon.

Looking up she would see Anna rushing her for a clothesline Amy would duck and try and force her leg up and nail Anna’s belly with a knee. Forcing her down she would push her head under her legs and hold her waist. Pulling her up and over her shoulder she would hold her up and drop her down with a powerbomb.

It missed..it fucking missed, and Anna paid for it as she was instead met with a knee to her already wounded belly. “Uuuggh!” She screamed as she dropped and held her gut. Her eyes bugging out and her mouth hanging agape. Nearly dropping to her knees before she was grabbed and lifted up in the air.

Before she could resist or offer any kind of protest she was dropped down into the floor and hit the mat with a loud thud. The crack of her back as she made contact and the blinding pain that ensued left her unable to even sow how much it hurt. Bouncing off the matt she felt the air leave her lungs and laid there, wheezing and drained of any fight as her eyes flickered and she looked ready to pass out.

Staying on her but after the powerbomb she breathed and sat down looking tired as hell. Anna had done a lot more then she thought she could but the blonde would be damned if she let a fight like this beat her. Instead she would push forward and try to sit down on Anna’s waist to finish her off.

“Im tired of this, and of you..” She said as she punched Anna’s chest and belly with a series of punches. It wasn’t anything rapid or fast but she made sure each punch hurt with all she could muster at the time. Her mind only focused on inflicting as much pain on Anna as possible.