Riza Hawkeye vs Sierra Oasis: Tension World Title No. 1 Contenders Match

This was getting bad. Hawkeye was a tough woman, she could take a hell of a lot of damage before giving up a fight, but Sierra was clearly a powerhouse to be reckoned with, as just her size alone proved, and she currently had the woman in one of the most painful submission holds ever invented.

Even worse, she began bouncing the blonde woman's body up and down on her knees, making the bow and arrow hold even more painful, sending shocks through the former soldiers spine, getting her to scream.

"AHHH!" She cried out, desperately reaching out towards the ropes, left with no real option. In this position, she couldn't land any hits on Sierra directly, and her grip was too strong to slip out of, so she stretched her arm, her very fingers, as far as they could possibly go, knowing it was her only chance of escaping this devastating hold!

Up and down Sierra moved her knees. Bouncing the helpless Hawkeye in an agonizing bow and arrow hold that no doubt put even more strain on her already aching spine. The Egyptians grip was like iron and Sierra could see the blondes resistance getting weaker and weaker with each bounce.

But that didn’t mean that Hawkeye was going submit just yet. The blonde was stubborn, and Sierra could respect that. It was why when she saw her opponent reach for the ropes with as much strength as she could, the Egyptian simply watched instead of shifting her body away just enough to be out of reach.

And inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. Hawkeyes fingers reached the ropes and the referee was quick to order Sierra to release. The Egyptian obliged and let go, allowing Hawkeye to roll off her knees and onto the canvas. Sierra herself simply rolled back to her feet and stared down at her opponent, hands on her hips.

”You still ready to go or do you need a minute? Cause I’m not going to wait.” she said.

Finally, dear god, finally the ropes. They gave Hawkeye the freedom she needed, as Sierra finally freed Hawkeye from the devastating hold, the blonde former military woman letting out a whimper as the pain going through her back started to subside to a dull burning.

It still hurt, even as she started pulling herself to her feet moments later, but she knew Sierra wasn't about to give her time to recover, and, despite Sierra having the advantage so far, Riza was tough enough to keep going, and she knew she could still take this big girl down for the count!

Once on her feet, leaning on the ropes to stay full upright as her back recovered, Hawkeye wiped some sweat off of her face and waved Sierra forward towards her. "Cmon...bring it on, I can take anything you can dish out and more big girl..."

Sierra could have kicked Hawkeye while she was down, but she wasn’t like that. So when the blonde had finally managed to reach the ropes, Sierra was quick to let her go and regain her bearings. Though the Egyptian made sure to let Hawkeye know that this act of mercy was a one time deal.

The blonde seemed to realize that as well, though it didn’t seem to tear away the confidence she still had. Sierra merely raised an eyebrow at Hawkeyes declaration on being able to take the punishment Sierra dishes out. The Egyptian herself couldn’t tell if Hawkeye actually believed in that statement, or was just lying to herself to not look weak to both her and the audience.

“I’m not too sure about that. You looked like you were on the edge of tapping if it wasn’t for the ropes. Who’s to say that I trap you in another one hmm? One where the ropes are out of your reach?” Sierra replied before raising her arms and walking back towards her. If left unimpeded, she would launch a punch straight towards her belly!

Hawkeye, goading the bigger woman into getting closer, smirked at Sierra. "I wouldn't worry about that. A resourceful fighter always finds ways to escape, grabbing the ropes was just the easiest from that position." She said, trying to sound cockier than she actually felt, given her body still hurt from that damned bow and arrow hold.

The smugness in her tone was on purpose, an attempt at getting Sierra to come closer...which she did, the egyptian woman throwing her fist in an attempt to strike Hawkeye in her stomach, only for Hawkeye to move to the side, dodging the blow, before she charged in towards Sierra, trying to lift and ram her knee into the woman's belly before she could strike again!

Sierra heard Hawkeyes taunts, but her eyes saw the blondes true state. The Bow and arrow hold did more damage than her opponent wanted to admit. The shakiness of her stance, the way she grimaced slightly as she spoke. Hawkeye still ached from Sierra’s hold, and the Egyptian knew she needed to keep the pressure on to truly secure her victory.

So Sierra may have gotten a little too used to being the dominant force of this match. Enough so that when Hawkeye suddenly dodged out of the way of her punch. She couldn’t protect herself in time as a knee slammed into her abs. “OOFF!” She puffed as the wind was knocked out of her. Her arms moving to cover her belly while she fell to one knee.

A lucky knee strike. She would need a lot more to get the big woman down for the count, but this was a good place to start for right now, inspiration striking and giving the former soldier a great idea for a follow up.

Grabbing Sierra by the back of her outfit, and the front of it for leverage, Hawkeye took advantage of how close the two women were to the ropes, as she pushed and pulled with all her strength, trying to forcibly throw the larger woman between the ropes and out of the wrestling ring itself and have her crash onto the floor!

"Let's see how you deal with something like THIS!" She exclaimed mid-throw, hoping it would both hurt her opponent and buy her some more recovery time as well!

Sierra cursed herself as she held her stomach. She got complacent, overconfident. An animal is at its most dangerous when backed into a corner, and that’s exactly what the Egyptian did with Hawkeye. She didn’t see the knee until it was too late, leaving her wide open for the blondes counter attack.

Which turned out to be tossing the Egyptian out of the ring! Sierra felt Hawkeye grab the straps of her top and heave her up to her feet. Before Sierra could think of a plan to turn things around, she was sent tumbling through the middle and top ropes! Her back bouncing against the apron before falling to the concrete below.

The referee was quick to dash past the blonde to look down at the Egyptian. Then she would raise her arms up into the air and begin to slowly count Sierra out!

Oh good, that worked. Had Sierra managed to fight out of that, or god forbid, reverse it and throw Hawkeye out of the ring instead, that would have ended very badly for the young woman.

For the next several moments she just stood, rubbing her lower back, soothing herself until the pain, which had begun to dull, finally seemed to recede to a level she could ignore...which meant now she could go on the attack.

"Alright, here we go..." she said to herself, grabbing the top rope and looking down at the writhing Sierra below. Muttering a silent prayer, Riza pulled back on the ropes, and used them as leverage to flip her body over the rope, sailing over the ropes and down to the floor below, looking to cushion her fall by landing back first onto Sierra while she was still down!

Ow. That was the first thing Sierra thought when she hit the ground outside. It wasn’t the first time she had been thrown out of the ring by a vengeful opponent, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. That still didn’t make the whole experience all that pleasant. The wind had been knocked out of her and her equilibrium had been thrown for a loop.

So with a groan, the Egyptian would roll onto her hands and knees. Ignoring how the referee outside was now counting her out and instead focusing on reclaiming her balance. Yet as she did so, it seemed that Sierra’s opponent decided to come outside too. Only she decided to take a more cushioned way down.

Said cushion being the Egyptian herself. “Aghh!!” She cried out as the sudden weight of Hawkeye flattened her against the cold hard concrete. The referee pausing in her count to stare at the blonde in a moment of shock. Before regaining her composure and restarting the count. All while Sierra herself groaned at being used as a landing pad.