Nail vs. Annelle

Nail kept her weight on the other girl, content that she had sent her on a stroll down Dream St. , but not willing to take any chances.
Her hands held the girl's shoulders to the mat, but even in her current situation, she couldn't help but caress the swell of Annelle's breasts with her thumbs. "When you're not spitting out insults, you're quite pretty.."

The ref girl's hand slapped the mat again, and the moment seemed to stretch for eternity for the dark-skinned beauty.
"Two.."

A second later, Annelle's hands shot up, grabbing Nail by the hair. Before she could react, Annelle's forehead shot upwards and slammed hard into Nail's nose. A second later, Annellle twisted to the side with enough force to throw Nail off of her. Emotionlessly, Annelle began to get back to her feet, still eying Nail with cold indifference.

Nail hissed as she rolled back to her feet, rubbing at her nose, a thin trickle of blood running down her lips.
To her relief, it wasn't broken, but she had just about had it with her opponent. Wiping the blood from her face, she dashed forward with astonishing speed and stepped up onto Annelle's knee, pivoting her body around and bringing her shin up in a hard Enzuigiri kick to the back of the demon-girl's head.

Annelle simply raised her right arm, blocking Nail's shin, before using her free hand to send a right hook at Nail's exposed throat.

Nail buckled under the recoil from the block, just managing to grab the arm that lashed out and fall to the mat, lacing her legs around Annelle's arm in a wrenching armbar as she hit the mat.
"Gnnh! If either one of us are still walking after this.. Loser buys the drinks!"
She wrenched back, trying to torque the shoulder she'd worked on earlier.

Annelle didn't reply. Wincing slightly as Nail caught her in an armbar, the demon-girl responded by twisting to the side and grabbing onto Nail's face with her free hand, digging her fingers and nails into her opponent's skull in an iron-tight grip and applying particular pressure to the sensitive joints of her jawbone.

Nail wrenched harder, pressing her legs down over Annelle's neck and chest as she pulled back on her arm, forcing the elbow up as she pulled, wrenching the rotator cuff painfully, and keeping Annelle well out of arm's reach.

Annelle seemingly winced again as she began to show some of the pain she was feeling. Scratching her nails across Nail's face, she began to turn to the side, struggling against Nail's legs as she moved to push them back and fold her in a matchbook pin. Though she wasn't expressing herself at all, the audience collectively wondered how painful that manuever must have been to Annelle.

Nail wrenched the arm even harder, her shoulders flat on the mat for a one count before she attempted to roll out, getting a shoulder up, folded upside down as she tried to get the submission. Sweat rolled off her luscious caramel skin as the debacle went on, almost comedic in the angle she was in as she balanced between applying pressure and keeping at least one shoulder off the mat.
She grunted, but couldn't help but express some admiration for her opponent.
It takes a sadist to appreciate another, after all..

A fine sheen of sweat now coated Annelle's pale skin as Nail held her tightly, soaking through her black bra and panties. She was in trouble, and she knew it, but she was not about to give her opponent the satisfaction of seeing her in pain.

Knowing what had to be done, Annelle reached behind one of Nail's lower legs and dug her sharp narils into her opponent's tendons, aiming to hit one of her opponent's more pain-sensitive spots to force her to release her...