Priscilla Haynes vs. Làn-Fen Xià - Wild Rose and Snake Queen

Winded after being squashed between the body of her opponent and the turnbuckle, Priscilla couldn't stop Làn-Fen's effort to chop at her, earning her another cry of pain. "Haaagghh!!" Grunting and scowling, Priscilla rested against the turnbuckle, where Làn-Fen then went to lift her up to the top ropes, having her arms snaking around the crooks of her knees as she did so. Due to her condition, Priscilla couldn't give her any kind of resistance, putting herself more in a precarious position.

And then, Làn-Fen wrapped her arms around Priscilla's waist before she jumped back, taking Priscilla with her down onto the canvas, landing on the mat face first. "HAAARGHUHH!!" She bounced once before she ended up rolling over onto her back, left vulnerable against anything Làn-Fen would throw at her next.

Làn couldn’t believe that her risk had paid off, she was honestly shocked that things were going in her direction at all in their match. Although things planned out as she had hoped, she felt her fair share of the pain, the impact had gotten her to but maybe not to the degree of Priscilla.

Her body aches as she steadily rose to her bluest, she pants softly as the aches situate themselves for her to gain a proper breath. The Rose was all but prey to the Snake Queen now but still, Làn-Fen felt the need to be cautious.

With the position she was in, they felt compelled to at least attempt to pin her opponent, even if she were to kick out, it still felt a little humiliating to have an attempt on them. That’s what she thought anyway.

She closes the short distance between them, her cautiousness ever so present as she’d attempt a pin. Dropping to her knees, she hook their leg, her free hand snaking under their shoulder and neck to lock them in. ”Stay down, Priscilla.” She demands. Locking her fingers together for the pin, the referee would slide toward them coming forbthe first count.

”ONE!”

Priscilla was winded from being driven into the mat earlier. It was pretty embarrassing, to say the least. With her lying on the canvas, she was vulnerable against whatever Làn-Fen would do to her, and sure enough, the Snake Queen went down to her, going for a pinfall attempt. Priscilla could feel her weight on top of her when she was pinned down.

Grunting, Priscilla could hear the sound of the referee counting for the pin. Knowing that staying still would result in her defeat, she would muster her strength to kick out of this.

"TWO!"

Right after two, she would kick out, removing her shoulder from the mat, breaking herself from the pin. She would let out a huff as she would try to shove Làn-Fen away in order to recover.

The pin was easy enough but keeping Priscilla down? Probably not so much, it seemed to early but this in itself was her act of revenge for the early pin attempt. Her noble spirit could allow this just once but only once and she reluctantly agreed to it.

Sure enough, they thought right but she was surprised to meet the second count, even more so with the sudden shove to free themselves. Làn-Fen couldn’t deny how much it excited her that this wasn’t ending so soon. With a light huff, she resumes back to her feet, throwing her hands up ready for either another test of strength or perhaps to sway a grapple in her favor.

Her gaze locked on, she could sense the threat but her warrior intent wouldn’t allow her to slip up twice, her mind begged her to follow through and add onto the punishment but she couldn’t bring herself too, the martial artist in her demanded honor and she’d give it, regardless if they deserved it or not.

”Lái ba, luó sī. We’re not finished yet.”Her demand had no ill will but this was her debut and she’d give her all tonight.

Shaking her head after pushing Làn-Fen away, Priscilla rose up to her feet, brushing aside her bang so that it wouldn't distract her during the match. Seeing that her opponent had gotten herself to her own feet as well, Priscilla would prepare herself for another clash with her as she would drop into a stance, looking to grapple with the Snake Queen as well.

"Indeed," Priscilla nodded, agreeing with her opponent that they weren't finished yet. At the very least, the match itself wasn't even halfway done. She would gauge her opponent for a few seconds, looking for an opening that she could take advantage of. When she thought that she saw one, Priscilla would rush over to Làn-Fen, as if going to lock up with her again.

But, instead of locking up with her, Priscilla was planning to pivot her body mid-run, hoping that she could smash her shoulder into Làn-Fen's chest with a shoulder block. Her rushing forward to lock up with her was just a mere feint.

Every second that ticked was another one that things could slip through her fingers. With Priscilla getting to her feet it looked as if all the strain she had put on them had just washed away. Although it discouraged her a little, she’d have no issue gettting back into the swing of it and asserting her dominance.

Làn smiles with the others agreeance, her stance loosening to come to meet the Wild Rose before locking up her body for their supposed test of strength. Her guard was down, thinking this would be another grappling contest but much to her surprise it was a fierce shoulder that met her chest.

”GAH!”a harsh sound forced from her throat as the impact ran throughout her being, her arms coming in to help relieve her of the sharp and brutal pain. Breathing became a problem but the worst was how vulnerable she now was to the other, her body demanded she recover but that wouldn’t be possible especially with now being at Priscilla’s mercy.

Having downed Làn-Fen with her shoulder block, Priscilla decided to follow up with more attack, this time she would walk over the downed form of her opponent before throwing herself back, propping her elbow which was aimed right at Làn-Fen's chest. She was planning to drive her elbow into her chest with a standing elbow drop, hoping to drive the air out of her lungs with the move, weakening the Snake Queen even further.

As she wasn't planning to immediately go for the pinfall, she would quickly remove herself from Làn-Fen right after delivering the elbow drop, if it connected.

Làn-Fen laid over the mat, panting as she attempted to recover from Priscilla’s shoulder block. Air was slowly coming and going but recover was coming back smoothly, however she was still open to the Wild Rose and they took full advantage of her weakness. Her gaze met her falling down with their elbow, poised and ready for her chest, with a pained groan she barely managed to miss the devastating drop though strands of her hair were captured underneath.

”H-hey! Get off my hair!”She’d whine attempting to pull but the sting of her hair underneath the elbow was a bit too much, plus she’d hate to leave a few strand on the ring. Her position was no better than the one she laid in just a few moments ago, still she was at Priscilla’s mercy and still she was far too open for her liking.

Priscilla somehow missed her target and ended up dropping her elbow onto Làn-Fen's hair instead. Hearing her cries of protest upon having her strands of hair that were trapped under Priscilla's elbow, the Wild Rose would quickly remove her elbow from her hair, letting out a quick apology for unintentionally dropping her elbow onto her hair.

Still, considering that they were still fighting against each other, Priscilla would get back on her feet instead of letting her opponent to recover from this. She would bend down to grab Làn-Fen's arm, pulling her up. Upon grabbing her arm, she would hold her by her wrist so that she could try twisting her wrist, putting her in a wrist lock.

Their apology was appreciated, she could only assume most would have taken full advantage of that and then some. She forgives the Rose fairly easily, though she felt it wasn’t needed seeing as how she was already back on her feet in a wrenching wristlock. ”Ahh! Okay! Okay!” The sharp pain in her wrists filled her mind, it was excruciating to be held like this.

Stomping her foot into the canvas, Làn-Fen would attempt to twist her wrist back into a more comfortable position. If she were able, she’d attempt to take hold of Priscilla’s wrist, working her way to a full arm grab and pivot to their backside, her hope was that, if she were successful, the Wild Rose would find themselves in s rather brutal hammerlock.