Submission Match: "Major" Millie Walker vs. La Avispa Negra II

Millie flew through the air, crashing down into the luchadora, her elbow digging deep into the woman's stomach. The attack drew an audible reaction from Avispa, leaving the Puerto Rican rolling to her side, clutching her gut.

Normally, this would have egged the former pilot, further fueling her competitive spirit. But between her still-sore injuries from her last match, and her collision with the hard ground outside the ring earlier in her current one, Millie was feeling the pain too. With a hiss, the Briton rolled onto her back, clutching her side and breathing heavily. She just wanted a moment to rest.

But she couldn't just ignore her injured opponent either. If she acted quick, she might just be able to get the luchadora to tap out there and then. Placing a shaky hand on the canvas Millie pushed herself up to her knees slowly, glowering at Avispa through threads of hanging hair and beads of sweat dotting her face. Finally making it to her feet, the Briton would shuffle over and attempt to pull her opponent up by the hair into a sitting position perfect for her signature move.

She just wanted this match to be over but sadly this wasn't match was seemingly going to end in the worst of ways for her. She tried struggling, grabbing the arms of the hands that gripped and pulled on her hair, trying to break free as her head felt like it was somewhat on fire, "Stop... no.... get off of me," she yelled at her, trying her best to escape. However it seemed there was too hard of a grip on her and it looks like things were sliding down hill.