Nail vs. Annelle

Nail winced in pain as those nails dug into the tendons of her heel, the sudden jerk she gave to escape the stabbing pain going rather awry.
As her heel slipped out of Annelle's grip, the fingers slid back in a jerk once they lost their grip, slapping Nail firmly across the thin Lycra that covered her mound. In a tumbling squeal, she released the hold and rolled away, leaning against the ropes as she pressed a hand to her stinging nethers.
"Damn.. it.."

Annelle winced as Nail hit her in the mound, but nonetheless rolled after Nail (although it was clear that that hit had stung sharply). Catching up to Nail, Annelle hit her with an axe-handle smash to the back, aiming to her her down onto her front so that she could straddle her.

Nail grunted as as Annelle forced her to the mat and mounted her back. She was too dazed to immediately throw the woman off, so she settled for bracing her arms under herself to provide leverage against the attack she knew was coming.

As Annelle straddled Nail's back, she sent a karate chop into the back of her neck, before ensnaring Nail's right leg in her own legs. Lying against Nail, she hooked her arms around the other woman's face and pulled her back in a cross face.

Nail grimaced and hissed as she was wrenched backwards in an STF, the sudden strain on her neck and thighs. The sudden urge to tap was overwhelming, but she gritted her fangs and pressed her arms against the mat, using the leverage to keep at least a bit of the strain off her neck as she maneuvered her left knee under her body. It was just a question of if she could roll out of the hold before she gave in and tapped.

Annelle was still calm and emotionless as she tightened the hold, squeezing Nail's skull in her iron grip. Slowly, she edged forward, her perfect lips coming closer to Lain's ear.

"This is nothing," she whispered. "You have not yet begun to truly suffer." And with that, Annelle suddenly bit down hard onto Lain's ear.

Nail winced a bit, and then, inconceivably..
Let out a moan.
Her elbow shot up into Annelle's side, and her head shot back as her left leg shoved downward, tossing the smaller girl off.
Nail stood up, rolling her arm and neck to relieve the strain.
"Not a bad bite, kiddo, but my big brother was drawing blood when we were just kids. I must admit though, it was lovely."
Nail cracked her knuckles, getting back into her boxing stance.

Annelle quickly rolled back into a sitting position, looking up at Nail. "As I said, that was nothing."

With that, she stood back up, patiently awaiting Nail's attack...

Nail smirked.
This was going to be fun.
She hopped and weaved forward, peppering Annelle with quick jabs that, even with the quick, balanced way they were thrown, had incredible, stinging force behind them. Each shot was a stinging mace of bone coming from unpredictable angles, ready to send Annelle on a stroll down Knockout Lane.

Annelle was ready for Nail's attack, dodging and blocking most of her punches with a grace and agility that the audience found stunning. Despite Nail's obviously superior strength and size, Annelle was matching blow for blow so far in this match.

As Nail threw another punch at Annelle, the demon-girl caught it in her hands, and, using it as a springboard, leapt off her feet and spun around her opponent's fist to knee her in the back of the neck. If the hit is successful, then she will then try to ensnare both of Nail's arms-- one arm with her own arms, and the other arm with her legs-- and tilt back in the hopes of brining Nail to the mat in a crucifix armbar.