Sheryl Blends vs Bree Tassilotte- Finisher Match

"Meowwww! Nooooo! Let go slut!" Her only respond when her body was hurting pretty bad, even her pretty hot face that would look so ugly once she gets to see it on a mirror, now her opponent the red/pink head Sheryl sitting on her back and pulling onto her legs into an Boston Crab, stretching her legs as well arching her back, she was crying out in pain and not sure if thats her finisher or not, but if not, than she would suffered!

"Nyaaaoooooo!" Pounding her fists on the mat that she knows if tapping out wont do a thing for her, all she can really do is enduring it and struggling to survive the Boston Crab. "Rude!"

Sheryl could only shake her head and lean back further into the Boston Crab. It wasn't a normal finisher for her, but she figured this would work just fine in this kind of situation. "Hmm a cat in a crab....nah I can't make a good joke with it." Sheryl laughed to herself trying not to get shaken up by anything that Bree was going to say. "And really, with that finisher of yours I'm impressed you can call anyone that."

Sheryl just put all her force into keeping that submission in place and letting Bree burn a little from it. If in this case a submission finisher required her opponent to tap out that just meant that Sheryl needed to hold this one and make her give up. "Come on kitty. It won't help you to struggle and worsen your chances to win the match right? Just tap out this time, come on." She tried to appease her opponent a bit and make her give it up. Of course if she didn't then Bree would be weakened up and maybe Sheryl could win this match without much trouble.

Bree almost bringing out her tears from her eyes, something she just couldnt hold it in as her back was hurting so much even making Bree annoyed with that girl joking her in the submission hold. "Ahhhhoooo.... you suck...ahhh!"

Bree continues to pounding her fists on the mat, eventually her back couldnt handle the pain any longer and ending up tapping her hands on the mat, crying in pain and calling out at the referee. "I give I give! Get that crazy girl off of me!" She was definitely begging for mercy at this point, she couldnt handle the pain for much longer or else, her whole body will get much worst later on.

It was a positive for Sheryl that all Bree could do was pound her fist and complain loudly. "Well come on, let's not be too upset about it." She replied with a smile loving having a bit of control over her opponent here. When she eventually crumbled and gave up it sent a wave of relief over Sheryl. She was finally right back in this match and had a chance to win this thing.

Looking over to the ref first to confirm her submission, Sheryl fairly quickly released Bree and got up. "I'll refrain from holding a grudge on the whole crazy thing." She smiled and stepped back in case her opponent was a little feisty after having to submit like that.

Bree pathetically tapped out in the hands of Sheryl, she didnt want to give up but it was no use to the girl who could inflict so much pain regardless how she looks. "Nyaaaa....." Finally her opponent released her and letting the kitty curled for a moment before arching back slightly to rub onto her poor spine and easing the pain as she can, not sure how she can handle dealing with her but hopefully she could end it soon enough. "Nyaaa... that girl... NYA!"

Slowly she tries to get on all fours while her back still hurt, crawling toward to the nearest turnbuckle to help herself climb up, with her head resting on the top pad and leaning her front on it, her back is facing toward to Sheryl thinking she wouldnt attack her right away but either way, she will wait until the bell rings before turning around, hoping her body is good to go. "I.... I will beat you!"

Sheryl just couldn't jump all over her opponent like that. She felt it was right to let her rest a little. Sheryl wanted to have fun and a fully weak Bree wouldn't be as much fun to take down. Plus she could use a bit of spot resting herself. At the core of it Sheryl was too clean a fighter to just attack while Bree's back was turned though with how defenseless she was....it was sorely tempting.

The girl waited in the middle of the ring, stretching a bit and groaning from what injuries she did have. "Well whenever you are ready." She winked not taking that threat too seriously, her confidence boosted up by the fact that she tied up the match and could win this thing rather quickly.

It would take some time to recover some of her stamina and having the pain easing off of her poor back, she slowly turning around and notice that pink haired little punk standing at the middle of the ring. **She didnt sneak attack me, good!** She thought, a bit thankful that this girl is possible a face unlike Bree, she would of jump right at her without hesitation, she wanted to win or she'll probably get her ass kick by King for not getting a win yet. "Ohhh King... *gulp*...." muttering to herself before looking right at Sheryl.

"Im ready, for the win!" She shouted out with confident, though in honestly, shes not really that confident so far, almost near the end and just one more win and either one can end this match. Bree slowly approaching to Sheryl and looking right at her, panting that she is still tired from the back pain but she'll hoped to fight it off and kick this girl ass. "Nya!" Bree tried to get her arms around Sheryl's waist and hoping to pushes her back as she can against the corner.

Sheryl grinned and waved her hand a bit at her opponent. "I'm sure you are." She laughed not trying to be mean, but this girl was a bit of fun to tease at times. Keeping her eyes on Bree, Sarah wondered what the girl would do this time. It was always hard to tell with Bree, that girl being more catlike than anything else. She did seem tired which lowered Sheryl's guard a bit, though she was breathing a bit faster than she had been at the start to be fair.

"Eh?" She gasped as Bree went in low and tried pushing her back into the corner. A bit of a groan coming out of Sheryl as they connected with the corner, but nothing too bad. "Hugs later." She joked putting her hand son Bree's shoulders and just trying to shove her away. Being stuck in a corner was no joke though.

Bree pushing her shoulder against her opponent stomach while her arms holding around the waist to push her back toward to the corner, until she can feel a sudden stop while looking to the sides to make sure she didnt stop by her own strengths, the ropes is very close so she knew that shes in the corner now. "I am not into hugging!" She didnt get the joke since she was so not happy with Sheryl, the anger really draining her strength without thinking as she was easily shoved out of the corner, causing the cat girl to stumble to the center. "Ugh!"

She was mad, turning around showing her angry glares at Sheryl. **Not sure what she'll do, but Im gonna beat her!** She tries to rushing in and jumping up, hoping to slam her body right into the pin haired girl and sandwich her. "Maybe this will shut you up! Nya!"

Sheryl hadn't meant to take her opponent easy, but she couldn't help it when that shove actually managed to push her into the middle of the ring. "Sure, you don't want a break?" She added taking it easy and trying to move in after the cat girl.

Walking briskly towards her opponent Sheryl grinned ready to try and end this thing. Until at least Bree just leapt right at her again. Sheryl tried to catch her opponent, but was surprised by the momentum the girl had. Sheryl hadn't been able to brace herself properly and cried out as she was carried right into the corner again and this time hitting it with more force. "Ow..." She groaned, shaking her head in the corner as that pain in her back took her a few moments to overcome.