Priscilla Haynes vs Anja the Raven

Successfully shoving her opponent into the ropes and hitting her with a clothesline was something that had seemed pretty hard to counter out of, and in a technical sense, the blonde had been right about it. What she had not really expected was a violent retaliation like that instead of a subtle chain wrestling move, so her own body collided with some force of her own against the move of Priscilla.

"OUFF!"
Staggering a few steps back from the impact of the boot of the other girl, clutching her stomach with a pained face while she was kind of jackknifed where she stood and fell down on one knee due to a lack of balance.

Seeing that she managed to land a kick into Anja's gut, Priscilla let go of the top rope and sauntered over to Anja's direction, seeing that she had dropped to one knee. Now that the blonde was clutching on her stomach after getting it kicked by Priscilla earlier, Priscilla loomed over her for a moment, smiling, before Priscilla bent down in order to pick her up, holding her by her head, with one hand under her chin and another on the back of her head.

"It's about time I pluck your wings," Priscilla said before she attempted to wrap her arm around Anja's head, trying to put her in a front headlock. She was planning to drop herself in a sitout position to drop Anja's head into the mat with a DDT, but she took a few moments to recollect herself before she could perform the deed.

Priscilla needed some time to come close to her again, but Anja was not able to capitalize on that very much. Usually the Big Boot if not aimed at the head was not so devastating that Anja could not power through it, but she had basically not only caught the move but basically impaled herself on the foot of her opponent.

"Ghn!"
Grunting and wheezing, the Blonde fought against being handled in the way Priscilla planned by being quite unruly and sandbagging a little, but she simply lacked the air to battle out of her current placement and finally was hammered head first into the mat!

After trapping Anja in the front headlock, Priscilla dropped herself down into a sitout position, driving the blonde woman's head into the mat with a DDT. Upon landing, Priscilla let go of Anja's head and rolled her over onto her back so that she could properly pin her down onto the mat.

"The win is mine!" Priscilla exclaimed as she would hook an arm under Anja's leg, lifting it off the mat as she went for a cover, putting herself on top of Anja in her attempt to pin her down. The ref, upon seeing the pinfall attempt, would come over and slap the mat, counting for the pinfall.

"ONE!!!"

Getting rolled around and pinned after meeting the mat again with her head had certainly not been the plan of the Blonde in the match, but right now, it was how it was.

Mumbling incoherently when the body of Priscilla pressed her down and her leg was lifted in the air, her eyes fluttered lightly when the referee slid down next to the pinning attempt.

ONE!
Echoed both through the arena and her befuddled mind, while her free foot was moving around in a feeble attempt to kick out.

TWO!
Coming fully back into the harsh toughness of the match with the second count, Anja would not attempt to kick out but bring one of her shoulders up after the hand of the referee girl had left the mat for the second time.
"Surely not...like... that..."

Instead of kicking out, Anja rolled aside to lift her shoulder off the mat, thus breaking the pin. Priscilla got up after hearing Anja's words.

"Of course..." Priscilla conceded, finding the prospect of defeating Anja with a mere DDT to be rather unsatisfying. "For someone like you, the good way to spell your defeat isn't with some common move like that..." Priscilla got up on her feet while forcing her opponent to get up as well, yanking her by her head, one hand under her chin and the other on the back of her head.

Then, Priscilla would try to turn Anja around, putting herself behind her in order to wrap her arms around her waist to put her in a waist lock. She was planning to throw Anja backwards with a German suplex, hoping to soften her up even further.

"How flattering."
Back on her feet, the last strains of dizziness that had clouded her mind dissipated. But now she had other problems with Priscilla clinging on her back. The options of her opponent were kind of limited after a quick search what she by herself would do in the position of her opponent, coming down to some sort of takedown, a sit out face buster or a German suplex. The takedown was traditionally more of a beginning move at the start of a match, so the choice was rather smaller.

But this was all academic in her mind as she did not want to find out. Instead she would try to suddenly start moving backwards to rush Priscilla in the corner, wrap her arm around the head of the other girl and slam her on the mat with a running bulldog.

Before she could execute the suplex, Priscilla was suddenly pushed back towards the corner by Anja, which threw her for a loop for a bit. But she quickly tried to regain her composure, but she wasn't quick enough as Anja managed to successfully wrap her arm around her head before she went for a running bulldog, sending her crashing down into the mat face first. "Urghh!!"

Reeling in pain, Priscilla brought her hands to her face, groaning. At this rate, she wouldn't be able to protect herself from anything Anja would do to her next, and all she could do was to endure whatever would come her way while thinking for a way to counterattack and regain her momentum.

After she had executed the bulldog on Priscilla, Anja took a deep breath while still sitting there and stare into the corner she was facing for a split second. thoughts of doing one of her usually routine holds crossed through her mind, especially the lotus lock was a big favorite in this thought process as it was effective and restraining all at once, but not very good in dealing damage.

So she would instead set the other girl up for a step over toehold face lock by placing one of her ankles between her own tights and lock her arms around Priscilla´s leg, her face glistening from the sweat when she pulled as hard as she could.
"Just for you, my dear."

Still reeling from the running bulldog, Priscilla couldn't stop Anja from setting her up into an STF, and when the hold was locked in, Priscilla gritted her teeth, trying to endure the pressure coming from the submission hold. But it was starting to put a strain in her body, and in her attempt to free herself, she brought her hands to Anja's, hoping to pry those hands off of her.

"Nngh... h-how gracious of you..." she responded to Anja's words from earlier as she tried to free herself from the hold. She also shook her body, hoping that her struggle was enough to throw her opponent off of her.