Bianka Bell vs Nick Solem Submission POW Match

Bianka was a woman without shame and did not bat an eye at Nick's attempt at taunting her. She simply smiled impishly before applying a little more pressure to the hold, "Ho, jah, sveetie. This ist just a little taste of vot hy'm gonna do to hyu tonight. A leetle pain. Maybe some pleasure. Den a leetle more pain." For a moment she eased up on the pressure, but with the final words of her 'threat' returned it sharply.

With the sudden sharp pain, Nick's body jerks around and his arms flail. His groans and pained cries go unnoticed by Bianka, who didnt let up. If she took any notice she would see that he wasn't even really making an attempt to escape her. He would just lay there and take the punishment.

Bianka did take quite a notice of Nick as he groaned and flailed under her ministrations. A wicked smirk played on her lips as she would fluctuate the pressure placed upon the man's captured limb, a little softer now... then a little harder; didn't want him getting used to it. "Oh, jah, that's it, bebe, hyu make such beautiful noises for me. Now, let me hear hyu say it... Kome now... just two leetle words." This was, perhaps, her favorite part about the AFW... the moments when a hold was locked in and you were simply trying to see if your opponent's will would break.

Nick makes a loud whine. He didn't want to say anything at all. But... He makes another reach for the ropes. It would be at about the same time as she pulled more pressure on his leg. "Yah! Ah...Hahaha!" He was made to forcefully laugh from the pain.

Two little words. That was all... "I give..." Nick says quietly to Bianka.

Bianka watched like hungry spider as Nick began to stretch out for the ropes, ready to try hauling him back if she thought he was inching too close. But one last push of her hips against the captive leg rendered this point moot and Nick surrendered. No sooner had the Ref-Girl heard these words than she signaled for the bell to be rung and the match ended.

Honestly, the Bavarian Brawler was a bit surprised. It was her first victory in an actual, competitive match and she was still absorbing it. Releasing the man from her clutches the diminutive German rolled up onto her knees and held her arms out to him, offering to pull him up and would even give him a congenial embrace if he should accept. "Mmm, submissions alvays get me hott in all the right places."

The bell rang. It was over that quick. She had just caught him in such a good submission that he couldn't escape her. Nick raises his head to look up at her, to see that she was holding out hands for him.

When Nick was helped up, she hugged him. He was expecting a bearhug or something sadistic. But nothing of the sort. Although...What she said... "R-Run that by me again?"

Bianka kept one arm around her trophy-man as she waved pleasantly to the fans, blowing kisses winking rakishly at intervals. A churlish giggle bubbled up past her lips at his amazed quandary, "Ho, the sounds ov hyu grunting and struggling, then giving in to mien will... Hy am going to enjoy playing vit hyu tonight."

Releasing the side-hug she'd kept around Nick she would attempt to take his hand and lead him out of the ring like a child, or perhaps a pet. She was a sadist, but she was also a professional. There was certain times and places for exercising her sadism and then there were times for allowing her tenderness to offset her violence.

Nick didnt know wether or not he would...Enjoy the night? Is that the right expression to use in a situation like this? It seemed that Bianka would enjoy it. And making the lady happy above all else was something Nick liked to do. But, at what cost?

She gently grabbed his hand to take him from the arena and back to her home presumably. He just stays quiet until he would be spoken to again.