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

Millie shook her head as she laid on the ground, trying to get her head on straight again. Taking a shaky breath, the Brit slammed a fist into the canvas, she'd been in control, but once again she'd gotten cocky and before she knew it she was here, lying on the ground.

The former pilot was snapped back to reality as she heard a surge in the crowd and saw Avispa sailing towards her through the air, the moonsault leg drop slamming straight into her gut, causing Millie to cough out a lungful of air, plus a mouthful of spit as she was rocked by the blow.

Avispa was now on a roll and before Millie could try to gain back all that precious air lost, the Wasp was on her quickly, wrapping her arms around the throat of Millie and going into a strong sleeper hold. Laying her body down on the mat and using her own weight to keep her down. She wanted to end this quick, Millie being far more dangerous to her than anticipated.

"Ghrk...!" Millie choked out, her eyes wildly flicking from side to side, trying to get a line of sight on Avispa as the luchadora pulled her into a chokehold and slammed her into the mat. The Briton refused to stop fighting even as the luchadora pressed down on her to hold her in place, throwing her elbows, and head, back at her foe as she ignored everything in favour of trying to get a hit against her opponent.

"What's the matter nena, why don't you just go to sleep, entiendes?" she spoke in a mocking sort of way, using her more accented speech whenever she spoke her native tongue, forcefully squeezing her arms around Millie's soft throat. Of course it didn't help that Millie was taking kindly to this and it was becoming increasingly harder to hold her down, Avispa growing more annoyed at such, even though she kept the hold on dangerously.

Millie kept struggling, even as Avispa's arms squeezed around her throat, causing her breathing to become increasingly labored. "Grk..." She coughed, bucking her hips back as she continued to try and get out of the hold, grabbing at Avispa's arm in an attempt to pry her off with one hand while throwing her other elbow and head back, trying to strike at her.

"Yer.. a reet... feckin'... mardy..." She coughed out, her natural accent coming out more as she grew increasingly annoyed with her opponent.

Avipsa was finding it rather hard to keep up such a hold, it becoming looser and looser as each passing second went. Eventually Avispa would have to break her hold of Millie's neck and push her away. She quickly got off her knees and back on her feet where she could be more dangerous. Millie seemed really pissed and if anything the fiery Puerto Rican was going in to be in position and ready for whatever the brit had in store for her.

Millie kept slamming her elbow back, each strike becoming more and more aggressive as she found the Puerto Rican's grasp on her neck loosening, until finally the luchadora abandoned the hold and retreated.

The Briton pushed herself back up, spinning around to face her foe with a snarl, and rushing forwards to kick Avispa in the gut, hoping to see her double over. If she did, Millie would attempt to grab her around the neck and fall backwards, dropping them to the canvas in a DDT.

Avispa found herself in an odd position. Millie was fast and acted quick, having gotten through in a flash. She bent over, feeling the impact of a foot in her gut. This was soon followed by her head impacting right into the mat, flopping over dazed and rather confused. She rolled over to her back, a hand going up to her head. She grumbled something out in Spanish but it was inaudible.

Between the lingering aches from her previous match, and the more recent bruising from hitting the concrete ground, Millie wasn't feeling terribly well at this point in the match. But even as she laid there, hissing through her clenched teeth as her back burned in pain, she could at least take solace in the fact that Avispa seemed worse off.

As she climbed back up to her feet, the Briton couldn't help but look down at her prone opponent, ideas swirling through her head on what she could do next. With a smirk, Millie made her way over to one of the turnbuckles. She didn't just want to beat Avispa now, she wanted to destroy her.

Clambering up the turnbuckle, the former pilot turned to face her foe, and then she flew. Launching herself at the luchadora in a diving elbow drop.

She flew like the planes she'd fly and like a bird of prey slammed into the insect that was Avispa's body, arching upward as the air was taken out of her lungs, stomach molding to her elbow as it hit her, "Gah!!" was audibly heard as her mouth opened up gasping. There was so much pain now, so much. Once the impact was over, she immediately clutched her stomach, no doubt a bruise would be there, spittle coming out as she rolled listfully off to the side. She wasn't sure what to do now as all thoughts went to getting away from her and using what energy she had to getting back in that ring.