With Kaly awarded the first submission of the match, she released Astin to walk toward a corner, taking a moment to strategize while Astin nursed his body. He was weakened, prime for another submission, but which to go with now?
She waited until Astin was starting to rise before charging toward him again, attacking with a short dropkick to his chest, sending him falling back to the mat. An instant later, she was sending stiff rights into his cranium, wanting so very much to dislodge what little bit of brains he had left. Or disorientate him, whichever happened first.
It looked as if disorientation was all she would get, so the blonde bombshell dragged Astin back to his feet, whipping him toward the corner. She moved to quickly follow up, but only encountered Astin's boot, as he held up his foot to stop her momentum. Stumbling out of the corner now, holding onto her jaw, the Bad Girl was left open, and Astin took advantage. He moved as quick as he could, taking Kaly down with a bulldog from behind, hearing his comrades snicker on the outside. With the blonde planted in the middle of the ring, Astin went right to work, stomping down on those knees once again, doing all he could to weaken them further before finally locking in that Figure Four he'd been looking for earlier.
Kaly arched up when the lock was set, gritting her teeth at the pain searing through her knees. She looked around, finding the ropes so far away. Still, she had to try. She used her hands to start moving toward the side of the ring, getting maybe a few feet closer before Astin released the hold... only to drag her back to the middle, reapplying the Figure Four, and torquing back even more than he had originally. The ref was down beside her, demanding an answer. She shook her head no, trying to endure the pain. She moved to turn over onto her side, but Astin wouldn't let her move that far, sitting down further into the submission. Unable to move the pressure, and nowhere near a rope to break the hold, the blonde had little choice else. She tapped.
Astin was quickly informed of his submission point, and he dropped her legs, strutting slightly at his ability to tie-up the score so quickly. Meanwhile, Kaly took to finding her way to the ropes, standing slowly and gingerly, and shaking out her legs, as if to rid herself of the throbbing they held. It didn't do much good, but it helped a little, bringing some blood back into those joints.
Unfortunately for her, Astin wasn't so easily distracted by his score, and he was right back on the attack, running toward her with the intent to clothesline her over the ropes, and into the mass of lumberjacks around the ring. He would have done it, too, had Kaly not ducked down and decided to drill her shoulder into his abdomen as she did so. The air expelled so rapidly from his lungs, Astin took several steps back, gasping slightly. Kaly tried to capitalize, seizing Astin and locking him in a headlock. He wasn't that quite out of it, however, and easily slid out of the hold before it could be completely cinched on, shoving her toward the ropes. As she rebounded, he caught her with a big boot to the face, sending the blonde crumpling to the canvas.
Before the woman could have much of a chance to recover, he bent down and grabbed her by the braid, hoisting her up onto her knees at least, before placing her head between his legs, which of course brought about some rather rude comments from his buddies. For effect, Astin held her there for a few moments longer, and then finally, he started to raise her up for a powerbomb. At the apex, though, she fired back, slamming her fists into his head as much as she could, incensed and working on instinct. Astin fell backward, with Kaly still beating away at his head until her arm grew tired.
With her opponent sufficiently beaten enough for him to not move, Kaly moved him on her own - forcing him up to wobbly feet and tossing him unceremoniously over the top rope and onto his little gang. With them distracted in helping Astin back up, Kaly ran toward the opposite ropes, bouncing off those and racing even faster toward the side she most definitely didn't want to be by, only to leap over the ropes and take not only Astin back down, but many of his friends, with a crossbody. In a tangled mess of bodies, Kaly fought hard against them, boots stomping and fists flying as Wyld, Gideon, and any other allies came to help.
Her motion was stopped short when she got clocked across the temple by a pretty nasty boot, which sent her down hard. Astin took advantage, grabbing the blonde and tossing her back into the ring while the lumberjacks continued to brawl. Following her in, he made sure to kick her in the ribs until she was rolled into the middle of the ring. There, he immediately went to work, dropping elbows and knees into the woman's spine, working her back into weakening. At last satisfied, Astin straddled her back, and locked her into a Camel Clutch, yanking back as hard as he could. She tried to move her head, trying to loosen his grip on her chin, but to no avail. Which definitely meant she couldn't try to bite her way out, either. Her arms were pinned down by Astin's arms, and all she could do with her legs at the moment was slap the mat with her boots. When the ref asked if she submitted, she refused to answer. It was the same the second time.
The third, she had to yield.
The ref slapped at Astin's shoulder, making him break the hold. Looking up at the 'Tron, he grinned.