Bianka Bell vs Nick Solem Submission POW Match

Bianka stood in the wings psyching herself up for her next match. Her first experience in the AFW had been strange to say the least, but Lily had assured her that it wasn't normal even by the franchise's standards. So, with that in mind she was ready to take on another challenger. Her American cousin had set this up for her, a submission match... which appealed to her sadistic side, in which she could take her defeated opponent home and continue their abuse. No part of this sounded bad. Heck, in the right circumstances even losing could be a winning proposition!

Sabaton's Gott Mitt Uns began playing over the PA, her cue to enter, and with a few bouncing steps the German appeared at the top of the ramp in her pseudo-military regalia. For effect she flexed a riding crop across her shoulders before giving it a few slow swipes through the air, just to titillate the audience. After being carried down the ramp above swishing hips she stopped at the ramp and set her crop down upon the apron. Removing her hat and jacket she would place them in a neatly folded pile by the ring stairs at her corner before stepping out of her impractically high heels. Free of her excess clothing she wore a clingy white tank top, a short red skirt, and black thigh high stockings that didn't quite reach the hem of her skirt. Reduced to the diminutive height of her stocking feet she rolled up into the ring and stood by to wait for her opponent.

Hot on the heels of a loss against Tension Tag Champions Ryan and John, where he was knocked unconscious, Nick was gearing up for another match. He got a peculiar call last night from someone else who managed wrestlers. He was all ready to talk business, but was surprised to hear that he was to he in this match.

With his theme roaring through the stadium after his opponent's, Nick runs out to the stage. It had been the first time he'd be seen after getting knocked out and carried away. He runs down the ramp and dives into the ring. It wasn't the best dive, as he was still clumsy... But! He still gets up to dust himself off and meet his opponent.

Bianka smirked as she listened to the familiar sound of American metal preceding the entrance of her opponent. It wasn't her favorite tune, but a fun one, and undeniably catchy. Her dark eyes watched as a tall, slim man with greying black hair dashed down the ramp and hurled himself clumsily into the ring. Well, it was certainly an enthusiastic entrance...

With a graceful motion of a slender hand she brushed her chocolate brown bangs away from her forehead. Approaching the man on stocking feet she looked up at him with a confident and haughty smile. "Hallo. Hy am Bianka. Eet vill be nize to beat hyu." In spite of her ill spirited joke she still extended her hand politely to her opponent, courtesy was important!

While getting up, Nick sees a pair of stocking covered feet approaching him. He stands up. The woman that would he his opponent was noticeably shorter than he was. But, Nick wasn't going to say anything unless she provoked him or she said anything about it herself.

"Ah, yes. Hello Miss Bianka. My name is Nick. I suppose whoever your manager is wanted you to face me here tonight." He says, extending a hand to shake her's

Bianka gave the man's hand a firm grasp and a shake as she looked him over with a predatory glint in her dark eyes. Her last match hadn't exactly gone according to plan, but this one didn't look quite so large as the other and she had even held her own there for a while. "Ja, or at leest she vanted for vun of us to play prisoner for de other, hmm?" One could never assume that the match was really Lily's intent, but just a catalyst for something more.

Releasing his hand she would take a few steps back and wait for the bell. "Have a goot match, Nick."

Nick chuckled a bit. "Ah, sure, sure. And I'm sure we both know who will be prisoner for who..." He denotes their height difference, looking down at Bianka on purpose, though it was not needed for him to do at all. He turns around to head back to his corner.

"Good luck to you, too. You're gonna need it..." Before the dog got back to his corner, however, the bell would ring.

Bianka only smirked as the man expressed his confidence that his size would be more than enough to bring her to submission. Silly boy didn't know: size doesn't matter. As he turned to walk away from her the small German would back towards her own corner until the bell released them. Her cautious was rewarded and Bianka started straight into a run at Nick's back, hurling herself into the air for a flying shoulder block to the spine. She wanted to bring him to the mat, neutralize his size early, maybe even claim a dominant position early on.

Nick was sure as hell confident in his size over Bianka. But that bell rang before he could turn around. She had tackled him down to the mat and was on his back, not even one minute into the match!

Nick threw some elbows back at his opponent, trying to get her off of him. If his arms wouldn't work, then his legs would be added to the mix.

So far Bianka's plan had worked like a charm, or perhaps more like a Swiss watch. Something that worked reliably anyhow. Charms weren't exactly known for actually working, really. Their bodies crashed down to the mat together, the small woman landing on top of her larger male. Immediately Nick began thrashing about and trying to batter the German away from him.

Keeping herself close to his body she would avoid some, though far from all, of the damage that he sent her direction. Her ribs and legs would be left with a number of bruises before long. Partially out of self preservation she would try to seize a hold of one of these flailing arms, twisting it and using it to push his opposite shoulder down, keeping his upper body still for a few moments. It wasn't the time to try submitting him yet, not nearly, but it was never to early to start working on the joints! "Now now, none of zis thrashing about. Deliberate moves vit resolve win ze match. So, tell me, vot do hyu do now, big man?"

His thrashing would soon and abruptly stop when she pined his upper body down using just one of her arms. He made a light gasp, his eyes would widen. Nick true to move, but it would hurt a lot to do so.

The dog earning his ears lower a bit when she asked what he wold do. Nick whispered a bit because he had to do something so drastic so soon. With a groan, he tries to roll them both over so Bianka fell off.