Kelly Conway Vs. Phoebe Oakley

"Gawd you suck..." Taunted Kelly with a cocky little grin as she kept that wrist lock on Phoebe nice and tight before driving that elbow into the back of her left arm to make the girl drop to her knees. Kelly thought she had her down by Phoebe stayed strong and forced herself back up before throwing a sudden and unexpected but very swift and strong punch towards Kelly's mouth.

When Phoebe got up and swung, time seemed to slow down for Kelly as she saw the fist coming right towards her, her eyes went wide as she knew what was going to happen, she told herself to move but there was no way she could dodge it in time. The punch smacked her mouth dead on. "GAAGH!!" Kelly cried out as she was blasted in the kisser, forcing her head to snap back as she staggered away from Phoebe whom would be released from the hold.

Kelly was rocked hard by the fist, stumbling backwards while her mouth stung heavily and gave her a faint taste of blood. She was definitely out of it for the moment thanks to that punch.

Phoebe laughed as she watched Kelly stumble backwards, reeling from that punch. It was such a simple way to get herself out of that painful wrist lock, but it was incredibly effective. Now, Kelly seemed to be out of it, and it was Phoebeâ€s turn to exact a little revenge for the pain she had just experienced at her opponentâ€s hands.

“I suck, huh?” She said, following Kelly and grabbing onto the girlâ€s arm. “I suck? Who sucks now, bitch? Huh? Who sucks now? You do, you worthless, pathetic little piece of shit.” She leaned in close, staring into Kellyâ€s eyes as she berated the temporarily helpless veteran. “God, youâ€re such a loser. You thought I would give in to your stupid fucking wrist lock? Youâ€re too weak to win that way. Iâ€m way stronger than you. Letâ€s see how you like it, bitch.”

With that, Phoebe would twist Kellyâ€s wrist, trying to get the veteran in the same wrist lock she had, mere seconds before, had locked tight on the rookie wrestler. “Squeal for me, bitch!” Phoebe hissed. “Squeal for your better!”

Kelly was rocked by the punch she took from Phoebe, so much so that she could little against the cowgirl as she grabbed her arm, taunted her and suddenly locked in a wrist lock of her own! Making Kelly's eyes widen as she grit down on her teeth from the pain she felt surging through her arm.

"My... My... You have a dirty mouth... For shame..." Kelly let out through a small laugh as the lock was applied, wincing from the pain she felt while looking over at Phoebe who's angry yelling and taunting only made Kelly blow at her bangs at how annoying this chick was.

"MY GOD! SHUT UP! AGGHHH!!" Kelly cried out before trying to roll foreward and turn her arm, if that worked she'd stand up, keep her grip on Phoebe and turn the arm over her head to [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAOYo3gpoSY:hrt41ljh]Reverse The Hold[/url:hrt41ljh] and re-apply the wrist-lock on Phoebe.

When Kelly said that Phoebe had a dirty mouth, the cowgirlâ€s only reply was to wrench the girlâ€s arm painfully. She did not want to bother dealing with the bitchy veteran any further, planning to let her muscles do the talking. When Kelly screamed and managed to reverse the hold, once again putting Phoebe in the wrist lock, she couldnâ€t help but spare a few choice words for her opponent.

“Fuck!” she growled, stomping her feet as her wrist was once again twisted. “No fucking way, bitch! No…fucking…way!” With a loud yell, she attempted to perform the same reversal on Kelly as Kelly had just performed on her, turning the veteranâ€s arm over her head and trying, once again, to gain control of the match.

“If you want to keep tradin†wrist locks like this, Kelly, you better be ready for one hell of a fight, ‘cause I wonâ€t stop until either your arm is broken or mine is. Or we could stop playing around like assholes and I can get down to really beating the crap out of you.”

"Yes! Yes Fucking Way! Fucking ConWAY!" Kelly taunted back with a rather bad joke as she managed to apply the submission hold, only to have it suddenly reversed by Phoebe in the same manner, making Kelly wince as she was forced to endure the hold yet again on her arm, all while hearing Phoebe bark into her ear and complain about the way their match has been going so far. Kelly grinned slightly, it was hard to smile while her arm was wrenched so tightly, but she managed to do it anyway.

"Heh...You... Obviously... Don't know too much about... Strategy..." Muttered Kelly through her teeth. Her little scheme was working. Anger the girl, try to make her sloppy. Then try to weaker the arm of the striker. Kelly didn't really know yet if she was making Phoebe sloppy with how mad she was getting the cowgirl, but Kelly did know that she really did enjoy pissing her off.

"Breaking your arm seems fun though!" Kelly let out before attempting to turn her body and grab Phoebe's arm before turning it over her head to reverse the hold. If that worked, Kelly would attempt to follow up by yanking Phoebe forward and trying to hit her with a clothesline across the neck.

“I know enough about strategy to kick your fucking ass, you skank,” Phoebe shot back. Trying to teach her opponent there was a price to be paid for mouthing off to an opponent who had you in a submission hold, she wrenched Kellyâ€s wrist painfully backwards, having half a mind to tear the girlâ€s hand clear off of her arm. Any thoughts to that end were brought to an abrupt conclusion, however, as Kelly once again managed to reverse the hold once more.

“Gah!” Phoebe wheezed, stomping her feet on the mat as she was once again forced to endure the pain of the veteran wrestlerâ€s wrist lock. “God…fucking…damn it!”

She had more that she wanted to say, but, before she could, she was floored by Kellyâ€s clothesline to her neck. She slammed against the mat, gasping, clutching at her neck, looking up at her opponent with hateful eyes.

Nailing Phoebe with the clothesline across her neck that floored her, Kelly watched her foe drop to the mat, gasping and clutching her neck. Kelly felt proud of herself for reversing the girl's wrist lock before countering it. Now it was time to follow up, which Kelly did quickly as she tried to put Phoebe's left arm flat against the mat before lifting up her leg and suddenly dropping into a seated position.

Attempting to preform a leg drop on Phoebe's left arm to weaken it further.

“Fuck! Fuck you, you fucking cunt!” Phoebe screamed, pounding one arm against the mat in frustration, fury, and pain as the other arm was pounded by Kellyâ€s fearsome leg drop. She wasnâ€t out of this match—no, not by a long shot—but she was infuriated by being forced to be at the mercy of her cocky opponent for even an instant. “Iâ€ll beat the pretty out of that face of yours, you dumb bitch!”

Though one arm was immobilized beneath her opponent, the other was free, and Phoebe would reach up to try to grab Kellyâ€s hair and pull her head down to slam it against the mat. If she could do that, she would attempt to twist her body and wrap her legs around the girlâ€s neck, locking on a crushing headscissors.

(Really sorry about the wait. Wont happen again >_<)

"Oooh~ Temper, temper... Hahaha." Kelly taunted and cackled as she managed to drop her leg on Phoebe's arm and make her scream, watching her pound the mat in frustration only brought satisfaction to The Ghoul's eyes. "Gasp! You think im pretty? Wow-wee!" Kelly let out with mock enthusiasm to her opponent's words before rolling her eyes, feeling not one bit afraid following Phoebe's threat.

Kelly's overconfidence though would lead to her being easy snagged by her long hair from Phoebe who dragged Kelly head first into the mat. "Gah!" She cried out, dazed by the impact her head took upon the canvas, allowing Phoebe to secure a headscissors around Kelly's neck.

"Ack! Damn you!" Growled Kelly with her eyes shut tight, feeling intense pressure on her neck from Phoebe, unable to escape at the moment.

(No, that's fine.)

Phoebe had been on the losing end of their exchanges for much of the match, but now was her time to be entirely, indisputably in an advantageous position. Kelly had spent too much time mocking her and not enough time making certain that her advantage was secure. Now, the cowgirl would make the confident veteran pay dearly for her hubris.

“Ooooh…temper, temper,” she mimicked, her voice dripping with condescension and scorn. The fact that she could so easily turn Kellyâ€s own words against her was immensely pleasing. “Now itâ€s time to get yours, you stupid bitch. Shouldnâ€t take too long before that pretty little head of yours pops like a balloon.”

Phoebe tried to pour on the pressure, really doing her best to snap Kellyâ€s neck between her toned legs. At the same time, she would grab at the veteranâ€s arms, trying to pin them down so that she couldnâ€t use them in any escape attempt.