Alistair vs Eske Mal

She carried him to the center. But, when Eske got there, she lets up on Tue submission. She still keeps Alistair suspended, however. She whispered in his ear nothing other than: "Be grateful. I was going to snap your back over the turnbuckle if it weren't for the flattery. Now, give this crowd what they want and give me MY submission..."

Trapped in the center of the ring with nowhere to go, Alistair felt his body start to go numb hearing the crowd salavating at the display. Alistair felt the hold loosen the mysterious girl wispered into his ear urging him to surrender.

His body nearing the breaking point giving up seemed like his only option but the young man's pride was too important to him consequences be damned she wasn't going to hear him say it. "you know it's not flattery if it's true call it foolish pride but you're gonna have do a lot worse to make me quit love " Alistair chuckled weakly shaking his head defiantly.

"Foolish pride, indeed..." That was it. Eske had given him his chance. She walks back to that corner. Laying Alistar's body where his legs were facing in the ring and his head was out. Eske reaches through the ropes and grabs how arms to pull, forcing the post into his back. His head would make him look at the crowd upside-down.

Alistair smile was short lived as the brunette carried him towards the turnbuckle his body feeling like dead weight in her arms as she laid him across the turnbuckle in sort of makeshift bow and arrow back breaker Alistair looked over the upside down crowd each of them salivating for what happens next.

As the post began to dig into his back Alistair gritted his teeth trying his best to fight against the pain, after a few moments his pride broke as a loud scream echoed through the ring. “I…I give up” his voice nothing more than an audible whisper as his body became slack in her arms.

Eske was not one to look for sadistic opportunity. If sue were, she would not have let him go. But, the woman honored Alistair's weak submission and let him go. Eske would aslo help him down from the turnbuckle and lay his limp body on the canvas.

"You're very flattering, and have gotten me to speak the most I ever have. DON'T let it happen again..." She whispered to him, walking out of the arena.