Submission Match: "Major" Millie Walker vs. La Avispa Negra II

Millie clambered back up to her feet as quickly as she could, but not quickly enough to stop the luchadora from making her escape. The Briton was somewhere between upset and furious, the Puerto Rican had put up such a show, and then when things looked bad she broke and ran? That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all.

The Briton stalked back and forth, keeping her gaze on Avispa like a great cat, preparing to pounce. "Is that it?" She demanded, glaring down at her opponent. "Is that all you have?!" She shouted, her voice overpowering the referee's as she started the ring-out count.

Millie would back away from Avispa, inching towards the ropes. Then, suddenly, she'd rush forwards towards her opponent, launching herself out of the ring and straight for Avispa, throwing a flying elbow at the luchadora. Something she really hoped would land as she sailed through the air, otherwise this was going to hurt a lot more than missing an attack in the ring.

Avispa caught her breathe, shooing off booing members of the crowd, some of which she spoke meanly to in Spanish to, making them try to figure out what she had said much to their confusion. It gave her somewhat some satisfaction, loving the hate. Raising her arms like a taunt to both the crowd and her opponent, twirling around nice and slow.

Of course, right before she saw Millie flying out at her from the ring, sailing through the air and with her elbow connecting, right into Avispa's chest, bringing her down hard, making her flip over on the ground as the air was knocked out of her.

The taunting that the luchadora was doling out gave Millie a certain amount of satisfaction as she crashed into the woman, not that it made the following impact any less painful.

The Briton let out a sharp exhale as she brought Avispa to the ground, and proceeded to slam into the hard concrete flooring that surrounded the ring, flopping over onto her side and cradling her gut for a moment as she let out small, pained hisses. After a moment, she slowly rose, grabbing for the divider between them and the crowd to help lift herself up, then stumbled over towards her opponent.

Grabbing Avispa by the hair, Millie would attempt to drag her back up to her feet, then pull her over to the ring, grabbing her by the back of the head and trying to smash her head into the canvas.

The Puerto Rican was already starting to get up as she was grabbed by the hair and pulled over to the ring, she was a bit woozy, still trying to regain her composure from being hit by the earlier dive. What happened next caused her to see stars for a moment, hitting the canvas with a smack as she reeled back, clutching her face. It would definitely leave a bruise for the next morning.

Despite her best efforts, Millie couldn't help but take a small amount of satisfaction in watching the Puerto Rican reel back after taking the canvas to the face. In her eyes, if you were going to prance around insulting people and acting like you owned the ring, you had best have the skills to back it up, or shut up.

"Get back in there," Millie snarled, grabbing at Avispa's back and trying to throw her back into the ring. As much as Millie would have loved to continue their little brawl out here, she was acutely aware of the fact that the count to ringout was steadily advancing.

Slid back in the ring, Avispa was looking rather worse for wear. Hoarse breathing, her chest went up and down as she lay now on the mat, head out towards the edge of the ring. The referee was midway through the count out, fans cheering for Millie after taking such a dive.

Millie frowned, taking hold of the ropes and pulling herself back up into the ring, walking slowly around Avispa and looking down at her. After all that introduction, the Briton was going to be sorely disappointed if this was all the luchadora could put up as a fight. She only took pause for a moment, looking out at the cheering crowd, and giving them a short, curt nod.

Approaching her prone opponent, Millie would try to grab her and pull her back up onto her feet. If she managed that, the Briton would throw the luchadora at the ropes with an Irish Whip, in an attempt to set up a clothesline for her opponent.

Avispa held a hand to her head, rubbing a sore spot from the earlier dive. She was picked up by Millie, no resistance again, and whipped towards the ropes. Rebounding and coming back around she brought up some strength and ducked under the clothesline with her name on it. Instead she rebounded off the other set of ropes and jumped on top of Millie, going in for a hurricarana.

Millie watched as Avispa rebounded off the ropes, heading straight for her arm. The Briton was taking a certain amount of satisfaction in this all, her competitive streak getting the better of her for the moment, but that faded as instead of the satisfying feel of the luchadora impacting her arm, all Millie got was the rush of air as her opponent ducked under her outstretched arm.

With just enough time to turn around, Millie found her opponent upon her suddenly, the luchadora's legs wrapped around her head as she was spun and thrown by her foe. The Brit went down hard, her back and head smashing into the canvas, causing her to bounce up for one second, giving an unfocused look to the crowd before she slammed back into mat hard.

Now gaining the proper advantage in the match, Aisha was now the one in control of the match, getting back up from her hurricarana after being a little dizzy. It was time to go for some stronger stuff, moving to the ropes once she recovered fully, keeping an eye to Millie before going to the turnbuckle and climbing right up. On the top rope, she looked over the crowd then back to her opponent on the mat. She was going for it.

With agile reflex, she quickly set herself to balance on to the top rope unsupported. She was not weightless, going through the air and down for a moonsault leg drop.