Blaise Cameron vs Amy Poford- A Fresh Start

Amy would have loved, loved to come right back at him with a double knee drop of her own, but Blaise's complete agony convinced her that the risk was far too high for a move like that, even if Blaise was completely at her mercy.

But man, that would have been great.

Instead, Amy opted for a much safer attack. Taking advantage of Blaise's positioning, she threw a leg over his back and straddled it. She would reach down to grab both of Blaise's wrists- his left in her right, his right in her left- then she'd wrench back, using his own crossed arms to pull back his chin and apply pressure there. She didn't know that this move was called the straightjacket choke, but she'd seen it done before, and was reasonably confident that, even if she was doing some part of it incorrectly, that it wouldn't be very much fun for him.

And so, Blaise's agony would just have to continue. The teen only just rolls onto his front when the blonde mounts him, feeling her narrow hips digging into his back. She grabs his wrists, crosses them under his chin, and pulls back. It's a simple hold, but an effective one. His back is twisted, his airways strained, his chest twisted painfully. The male grappler's mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut in pain, his body shuddering with each little gasp he can manage. His mind is racing, searching his repertoire of wrestling moves for some means to get out, but he just can't see past the pain and panic of choking. The toes of his boots pound against the mat, his fingers grip onto her wrists, and his biceps tense (incidentally adding more pressure to the hold) as he tries to just pull her down to lessen the hold's severity.

Amy frowned as Blaise managed to pull his arms forward slightly; it seemed that, even in her superior position, Blaise had her beaten in terms of raw strength. No matter; it only meant that she'd have to put her body weight into it.

She let Blaise have his inch of breathing room for a moment, then suddenly threw her body back, his wrists still gripped firmly in her hands. His breathing was short, his body was trembling, and his boots were pounding against the mat, which made Amy want to keep this hold locked in all the more. But, unfortunately, she would only be able to keep this up for a few more seconds; straining against his resistance was becoming troublesome, particularly since his wrists were a little thicker than her small hands were comfortable holding. "It must be hard to talk, and I've got your hands trapped, so if you wanna give, just scream, and I'll let ya go." she managed through grit teeth.

"Ghhk..! Nng!"

That's all Blaise can manage as he feels his strength sapping away. His body continues to shudder in her grasp, right up until she yanks back even harder! "Aaahn!" The audience has erupted into cheer for Amy, thrilling at the sight of the smaller girl stretching out her opponent's body. The kicking of his boots slows down, but doesn't quite stop. The wear on his body is obvious at this point, but he refuses to give her that submission. From her perch, she can easily feel every muscle in his torso periodically tense between her legs, defiant, still struggling against her.

Amy could feel Blaise slipping, but the same could have been said of her hands. She had waited as long as she could for Blaise's submission, but in the end she had little choice but to release the hold.

Amy stood up off of Blaise's back, panting slightly, and a thin sheen of sweat on her skin. Tensing her muscles this whole time had really taken it out of her. She gave him a light slap to the back of the head- it was frustrated, but it was also adulatory, though she didn't necessarily expect him to understand- before fully dismounting from his back. She'd give him a petty little push kick to knock him over on his side- nothing that was intended to hurt, but a little insurance measure to keep him from grabbing at her ankles again while she took a breather.

When the submission hold is released, Blaise's body drops flat to the mat facedown. He takes the swat on the head with a little twitch - a sign that he's conscious. But other than that, he lies still. Her foot nudges him onto his side, and he simply rolls the rest of the way onto his back.

And there lies her opponent, body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Able to breathe freely again, he's gulping down as much as he can, the teen's toned chest and abdominals rising and falling dramatically as the air flows through him. His eyes are shut, mouth hung open, arms spread to either side with the palms up, and his right knee steepled, the bootsole flat against the mat.

Well, he certainly looked like he was done. His eyes were even closed. Amy canceled her vacation early and swept down to hook a leg and secure the pin. The ref girl fell forward and started the count, and the crowd's roar started to crescendo.

1!

Blaise's body gives a little shudder when Amy suddenly adds her weight to him, but he otherwise remains down for her. His leg is hooked into the air, the foot kicking weakly in the air.

He feels the mat shake from the first strike of the referee's hand. He feels Amy's body over him, his leg in the air. It's an all-too-familiar feeling - except for the whole thing about a feminine body being the one to press over him. That's a nice alternative.

1!

"Nng..."

The mat shudders as the referee strikes it again.

2!

He can't be pinned. Not this fast. Not when he's been just... clowned in the ring so bad. Not when he can muster at least enough willpower to raise a shoulder! This is a new audience! They don't think of him as a loser! This is his chance to reinvent himself! This is a match he has to win!

With a shout, the teen twists onto his hip and pulls an arm into the air, breaking the pin just before the third count! The referee signals only a two!

Amy disengaged from the pin and blew the stray hairs out of her face. While she admired his tenacity, it seemed clear (to her at least) that the fight was already written. Wasn't he completely out of it literally two seconds ago?

No matter. Amy saw an opportunity. She was already seated by her exhausted opponent. She only had to shift her position and reach a little ways to try and grab a hold of his right arm and secure an armbar.

Blaise is still trying to get his bearings and work up the energy to stand. It's in him to continue fighting. He's not out yet. But he's definitely feeling the beating Amy's given him. So when she takes his arm, he'll be able to offer her only a little resistance before finding it trapped between her legs and stretched out.

"Aaahh!," he cries out, body bucking against the mat. His shoulders twist, his tired mind trying to come up with a way out of it. But all he can manage is squirming his elbow, which happens to be between the blonde's legs. The referee drops beside him to see if he'll submit yet, but he adamantly shakes his head.

"No! NO!"