Phoebe Vermillion vs Speranza Doncy

Phoebe whined loudly, forced into a swift camel clutch. Of course, the submission was painful, but her opponent's comment was only salt on the wound. The blonde heroine cried out in pain, trying not to tap out. At that point, she was completely panicking under the weight of her anxiety. She knew she was going to lose, and that she messed up—that her debut was just pure luck, or that she was carried by her team throughout it all. While Speranza tightened her grip on her neck, Phoebe couldn't stop herself from sobbing softly, tears hitting the canvas beneath them. She truly didn't want to give up now, but she had nothing against her current opponent, and perhaps, she wasn't meant for greatness of any kind. After all, she was just another rich, pathetic jobber that plunged into a lion's den without an ounce of talent or skill. She tried to make up for it by learning from Yona, but she put her training to waste, being slowly broken down by Speranza.
However, at the very least, she still was unwilling to throw in the towel just yet; the blonde scratching away at her opponent's hands. Her breasts rubbed against the mat, Phoebe's body being stretched to its limits as she dug her nails against her opponent's hands. She was never one for cheating, but it was all she had if she wanted to get out of her current predicament.

Sperzana was focusing on making her tap out. However she seemed to notice her hands where getting wet a bit.

She sigh " if your crying just tap out."

She soon then she felt something sticking her gloves.like clawing. She took a looks then the ref did.

Reff: AYE! Stop it or your getting DQ!

The referee's warning was particularly useless, the blonde's hands slipping down Speranza's hands, passed her body and down to the canvas. The light in Phoebe's eyes were beginning to fade, as her body went limp. In her last breath, she whispered Yona's name, only audible to her opponent. It was idiotic of her, but she didn't care. Phoebe continued to utter a confession of love to her teammate, Speranza capable of hearing it all. The fairly wholesome wrestler was on the brink of passing out, but even so, she thought about her first true love, and held onto it. It fueled her for one final try—the all-american sweetheart extending her arms to its limits, trying to reach for the ropes. Her hand could just barely tap the thing, hopefully, if her opponent didn't pull her back any further. Despite it all, she may have just found a solution out of the submission hold if she could just reach it in time, before Speranza noticed.

"How about getting trained besides her. Not like she help you much."

With her piss off tone she holds her back even more. Preventing her from touching the rope.

"Go to sleep and find someone else for training!"

She says as she passes out. Sperzana dissapointed again from this weak stable

Phoebe collapsed back on the canvas, laid out pathetically by her opponent, with nothing but harsh criticism for her love to boot. Before she passed out, for the first time, she wanted to actually hurt someone; Sperzana insulting Yona, but all sinister thoughts withered away as she fell into slumber. From the angle she fell at, you would have thought she was sleeping beauty. Her skin was fair; her somewhat large pink lips very apparent in the lights, with a body crafted by the Gods. She was a pretty little thing, now left for the pleasant viewing of the audience. It was quite the iconic scene, the blonde buried beneath the foot of Speranza as she got back up.

The bell rang after phoebe was pass out and people saw her shine. Sperzana felt a bit bad for her. Her leader is worthless if tye entire stable is like this.

Sperzana did her victory dance stuff for the. Word and they cheered for her.

They saw her get back up