Thread: Blood, Sweat And Tears (Ragnarok and AlluringEnigma)

This was not the plan. This was supposed to be easy, Ava was only supposed to be on her feet for a few minutes, not a good part of the round. While she was far from worn out, a luxury her opponent seemed to be missing, she was losing in all senses of the word. Glancing blows or not, Aida hit hard, harder than any of her previous opponents, and her footwork was good enough to avoid a lot of Avas usual tricks. That wasnt to say Ava had been completely useless, she had landed a couple nice blows, but her head was fuzzy and her midriff was aching. Simply put, another set of exchanges with Aida like that and shed be in serious trouble. She slowly trudged back towards the center, unable to hide the lack of spring her step now possessed. Shed still be able to wrestle quite well, her endurance on the mat was impeccable, but whether or not she would be able to take the match there was another story. Tentatively, the lively blonde threw out a checking jab, trying to get a sense of her distance before she got to work once more. To her surprise, Aida, in one fell sweep, pushed Avas lead hand down, sending her own jab crashing against the nose of the bewildered fighter. Avas head began to feel fuzzy, the second major blow of the fight landed upon her chin once again, and she felt a second wind coursing through her body. She was not going to lose like this, not to a cocky bitch like this. A mix of rage and fear fueled her next move, namely a couple of quick jabs followed by the infamous double leg. The Valkyrie fell from her heights quickly, taking to the ground, and sending a resounding slam as she did so, her body weakened by the force of Avas attack. That being said, the champion was no idiot. She still took the time to put herself into a tight guard, a position that allowed her to reign elbows upward at the blonde who had taken her down. While these blows werent at full strength, Ava felt every one, a gash now appearing under her left eye, the cracks in her defense manifesting in a slow trickle of blood. She was surprised at just how proficient her opponent was at every phase of the game, even if her striking was a strength and her wrestling was less developed. Ava knew she couldnt stay in the path of Aidas fists. The blows were starting to make her wobbly, even if she was barely showing signs of fatigue, and it wouldnt be long before Aida found a way out. Deciding it was in her best interest to find a way into side control, which would avoid most blows from the champion, she started work on breaking the guard of the female below her. The best way to do so, and the way that most people were unable to resist, was by digging elbows into the thighs of the opponent, leading so her legs breaking apart from the pain. Posturing up, the blonde did just that, a devilish grin on her face as she did so, her eyes possessing an almost sadist pleasure in finally repaying the Valkyrie for the damage she had done. Aida, however, was quite keen to stay exactly where she was. Thunderous blows continued to rain upwards as her legs desperately struggled to stay locked together, the digging elbows and driving hips of the Sheriff enough to make her elicit cries of pain. It was a battle of wills, with each inflicting punishment the way they knew best, and the first to break was likely to regret it immensely. And it was to Aidas dismay when her legs broke apart for a brief second, a moment of weakness that saw Ava drive over her leg and onto her chest, pressing down on Aida and forcing her to deal with the rather dominant position she now had. Ava grinned as she felt the thrill of victory flow through her, even if the fight was far from over. She had broken through the powerful legs of the champion, and now she could look to finishing the fight. There were so many options for a seasoned grappler from this position, and it made her giddy, her opponent only able to lay there and await her move. That ebing said, she was loathe to leave the position without toying with Aida at least a little. As a result, her elbow pushed across the face the flailing striker, and her other hand snuck down between the shorts of the Valkrie, roughly teasing the slit of her opponent. It led to an odd mix of pleasure and pain, and at one point a moan even escaped the lips of the champion, a gesture that empowered her to try and seek out an ending to the back and forth main event. She decided, seeing as Aida was leaving her arms uncharacteristically far away from her body, that an armbar would be the best solution for now. Like a viper, she lashed out for the arm closest to her, pulling it up as she prepared to bicycle up and lock in the submission. Unfortunately, the second that Ava grabbed her wrist, the champion was well aware of what was to come. Being a rather common move, she knew how to try and counter it, a wave of relief washing over her with the knowledge that her opponent was not going for something more exotic. As Ava began to switch her hips to lock in the powerful move, Aida jerked her arms forward, using a burst of energy to push through the powerful grip of Ava, bringing herself to her feet, and sending Ava in a stumble opposite of her. Aida knew this was her moment, and as much as her lungs ached for air, she needed to press forward. And for a second, the two were in their corners once more, opposite each other Aida, panting heavily, and Ava, blood trickling down her bruised face. It was a chilling moment, showcasing just how determined each was, even if both were dealing with their own issues at the moment. Ava, on the other hand, was a mental wreck. She had just lost a submission that should have been hers without issue, or so she thought. This girl was clearly a striker, how did she get out of the armbar in time?! It seemed to put a whole damper on the match, even if there was ample time to try for another takedown and submission. For a split second, Ava was beginning to think about what would happen is she lost, her mind racing and panicking at the very idea. This was the exact wrong time to start doubting herself, as it turned out, as the energetic form of Aida was soon pushing forward, sending blow after blow her way. Aida led with her jabs, pushing the girl up against the makeshift fence, grinning as she saw her opponent turtle up. Unlike last time, however, this was not her turtling up tactically to try and exhaust her opponent, this was a desperation play. She could see the expression of fear in her opponents face. This was the moment she was most familiar with. The moment when despair set in and she really hammered her opponent. Hooks, jabs and uppercuts came crashing against the shielding arms, and for the most part, Ava was able to withstand the onslaught. Aida saw this, recognizing that she was hurting herself more than her opponent, and decided to attack where Ava was not defending, namely her body. Hooks and crosses to the liver and gut began to rain down upon the blonde, and her defense soon began to crack. As soon as her defense was cracked, Ava instinctively circled away from her opponent, doing her best to distance herself and hopefully regain some composure. There was another couple of minutes left until the next round, so she was stuck simply trying to survive. The trickle of blood and the mental distress were combining to make the usually rambunctious wrestler quite docile. What really clued her in on just how mentally out of the fight she had become, was the loss of her laser focus. The jeers and insults of the crowd were now rushing back, the chants to see her put in her place deafening. It was clear what the crowd wanted, and it was fair to say that their wishes would end very badly for the blonde. Aida was quick to capitalize on this, slowly pushing forward, cutting off any escape for the blonde as she began to taunt once more. Whats the matter? Havent said a word yet! Cat got your tongue? she asked in between deep breaths. No matter, Ill own your tongue and every other part of you soon enough she added with a smirk. Her feet continued to shift forward, making sure to allow Ava no escape. This would be the final push of the round, and the champion was clearly confident in her ability to end it here. Ava, on the other hand, was desperately shifting and bobbing, hoping to try and get the Valkyrie to over commit. She didnt have much resistance left, a few good shots would weaken her enough to either force a submission or simply send her reeling to the ground. If she could find a way past her foe, she could likely wait the round out and regain her composure. What frustrated her to no end was the patience Aida displayed. Despite all of the girls cockiness and ruthlessness, she was more than willing to take the time to properly seclude the reeling wrestler into a corner. Every which way she turned, Ava was met with the hulking form of her opponent, the fists of the Valkyrie growing closer by the second. Aida grinned, at this point, she had pushed the girl far enough back to where escape was not an option. Moving either left or right would result in a devastating hook or kick that would topple the strongest of fighters , let alone a dazed wrestler. Now, it was only a matter of picking her shots well enough ti conserve energy. She was tired, and if she wasted a lot of energy, she'd be unable to score the win this round. On the other hand, Ava's resistance was weak, and she was confident in her own ability to bypass such a hasty and shaky defense. Ava just hoped that her chin would be able to last long enough to escape the round.