Fallon Terrazas vs. Mikayla Pryor

Lots of thoughts were running through Fallon's mind. She had to get up onto her feet as quick as she could, to keep Mikayla from taking advantage of her weakened state. That was going to be hard to do, of course, because her back and her head—and, honestly, most of her body—were now aching pretty badly, and were suggesting that they might just stop following her brain's orders altogether if they had to take much more damage.

Like Mikayla, though, Fallon knew that this was a really spectacular match, and she was glad that she was able to give her Minnesotan friend such a great introduction to the world of AFW. It was fun putting her body on the line against her friend's, being able to enjoy the competition and not have to worry about any sour feelings at the end of it. The two of them had been friends from the moment they first spoke to each other, and that was not going to change. She had only known Mikayla for a week, but Fallon knew that she never wanted that to change.

Now, Fallon's mind raced to properly evaluate her current predicament. Of course, she could not let Mikayla catch her with those deadly legs. Even weakened, they were the blonde's greatest asset. If Fallon was caught with them...well, she would just have to go all-out in a bid of mutually assured destruction, hoping that she could take Mikayla out before the blonde could take her out.

Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that. Fallon didn't like her chances in that situation.

With some difficulty, the brunette hauled herself up onto her feet, stretching out her arms, staring into Mikayla's violet eyes. The two had hardly been separated at all. They were just a couple of feet away. As Mikayla moved into her, Fallon would move forward, as well. She would try to find Mikayla's shoulders with her hands and start pushing, initiating another test of strength as she would try to avoid being pushed back down while attempting to force her friend to back up.

Fallon got to her feet before Mikayla could try to wrestle her back down, and the blonde couldn't help but think she might be in trouble if the brunette immediately came at her. Apparently, however, Mikayla's slam had done enough to Fallon that the brunette engaged Mikayla as methodically as Mikayla had risen to engage with her friend. The blonde set her violet eyes on Fallon's blue as they grabbed one another by the shoulders and started leaning into one another again, not pushing nearly as strongly as they had at the beginning of the match, the blonde could notice. She again pushed her head up against Fallon's, the sweat on their brows now making that contact a testament to how good their match had been.

The close contact with her friend said all that Mikayla needed to, that she respected Fallon even more after this match but wouldn't be going down until she had won, so she remained silent, simply giving little growls of exertion as she pushed up against her friend. Mikayla was putting a great deal of effort into their clash, but she took a few moments to appreciate that they were not slamming one another into the mat or being wrenched in submission holds, only sharing a moment to appreciate one another's wills and exchanging evenly again. It was almost captivating to have Fallon's blue eyes before hers again, after this much of the match had passed with the two of them growing to know each other better through physical combat.

Again, Mikayla chose to be the first to move the match along. Sliding her hands up from Fallon's shoulders to the back of her head, her eyes still settled on the brunette's. Once they were clasped behind Fallon's head, Mikayla attempted to pull the brunette's head forward and into her chest, not knowing exactly where she was going with her plan but taking it one step at a time again. Hopefully, Fallon wouldn't act at the same time.

Fallon gladly pushed her head forward against Mikayla's, grinding their brows together once again, the sweat that had accumulated since their first test of strength making it much more difficult to remain face to face and causing them to slip and slide a little bit against each other. Fallon would do her best to remain as still as possible, however, so that she could keep staring right into Mikayla's violet eyes. They were captivating, almost mesmerizing, and Fallon didn't want to stop staring at them for even a second, so long as they were this close bodily.

They pressed against each other evenly, neither giving an inch, pushing and pushing and draining each other of energy again in another test of strength. Fallon tried to force Mikayla to back up, but the blonde didn't seem willing to budge at all. Fallon wasn't going to move, either. She grinned at Mikayla as they stared into each other's eyes. It was time for someone to make a move. Fallon intended to be the one to make it, this time.

She moved to take one hand off of Mikayla's shoulder to grab her friend's blonde head, but at the same time Mikayla made her move, too, grabbing onto Fallon's head and pulling her down. Unwilling to be the one to be put on the defensive, Fallon's other hand immeditately, instinctively, went down to Mikayla's chest, giving it a push as she pulled her head back. She didn't really think about where she was putting her hand, of course.

As she struggled to keep herself from being pulled down by her friend, Fallon would make her move, trying to spin around and duck down to get out from under Mikayla's hands, hoping to maybe spin around behind her opponent to wrap her arms around Mikayla's neck from behind!

Despite Mikayla's focus on the situation and her burning muscles, she could not help but smirk when she felt Fallon's hands reaching against her at the same moment that she had gone for her own offensive maneuver. It was almost creepy, how similarly their minds worked. The slight amusement disappeared at the threat of the situation, however, because Mikayla did not want to be dropped to the mat again to have her legs bent back towards her head. Fallon's action made Mikayla more eager to pull Fallon's head towards her so she could neutralize the brunette, but the moment she thought she had Fallon's head, the Californian's strong push, right into Mikayla's chest, helped Fallon's head slip away from Mikayla's grasp as the blonde was forced a step back. She ended up only brushing her hands across Fallon's neck, looking frustrated as she tried to close the distance again and take hold of her friend.

Fallon was faster. Mikayla found herself any chance she had of locking the brunette in another grapple or even another test of strength when Fallon spun and rolled away, leaving Mikayla to try and whirl around in limited space to get a hold on the belly fitness queen with a sigh of exasperation. Still, her companion was faster, and Mikayla only managed to pivot on her heel before she felt two sweat-slicked arms snaking around her neck from behind. "Hrk!" On instinct, Mikayla tried to defend herself by stretching out her neck and bringing her hands up to grasp at Fallon's forearms. It was all the blonde had time to think of.

Fallon managed to avoid the dangerous situation of being forced into Mikayla's chest, and was very glad for that. She wasn't sure if she would be able to take that sort of close contact between her face and one of the softer parts of her friend's body. The thought that she might be facesat was...exciting enough, but the thought of being smothered with Mikayla's breasts before that was almost enough to make Fallon pass out from sheer anxiousness.

She managed to push Mikayla back, and put enough space between them to do what she wanted to do. She ducked down, managing to get her head out from between Mikayla's mitts, feeling her friend's fingers brush against the back of her neck as she made her bid at escape. She would immediately make her own effort at capturing her friend in a hold, spinning around and managing to get behind the Minnesotan. Once she had, she would quickly wrap her arms, toned from belly punching, around Mikayla's neck, giving it a good squeeze to try to tame the blonde.

Mikayla didn't seem ready to be tamed. As Fallon struggled to control her, the blonde would twist and try to stop it, before bringing her hands up to grab onto Fallon's arms and try to pry them away from her neck. Mikayla was strong, and Fallon was struggling to keep her chokehold in check.

"Urgh...come on, Mikki...go down!"

As Mikayla's hands came up to meet with Fallon's arms and grasp them, it quickly became evident, with a couple of yanks, that she was not simply going to dislodge either of them from the strength of her own arms alone. The feeling of Fallon's strong muscles locking in to squeeze Mikayla's neck tightly now, in combination with the blonde's realizing that she could not simply pull free, made the Minnesotan panic slightly, her eyes shooting wide in response to the light-headed feeling that hit her and her hands clawing more desperately at Fallon's arms as she tried to suck in a breath that only came through in a gurgle. "Mmmnk...grrrk..."

She tried to push back against Fallon, but her knees bent, leading her only to slump against Fallon and let her friend tighten the chokehold or otherwise manipulate her as she wanted. The blonde had never been put in a chokehold before, and it showed, as she swung a hand back away from pulling at Fallon's arms that only brushed down the brunette's side and thigh uselessly as Mikayla searched for a way to escape. What made the struggle worse, as the blood flow to her brain was slowed, was that she could feel her body reacting again as it had to Fallon's earlier teasing, her nipples hardening against her tube top and the blood in the rest of her body heating and making her tingle. The experience of this seemingly misplaced arousal added to her helpless feeling. "Nnnnrgggnnn...", she moaned out, in vulnerable response.

Fallon struggled to maintain her grip, but, despite the difficulty, she was managing to do it. Her Minnesotan friend was strong, but, when it came to their arms specifically, Fallon was a little bit stronger. She felt Mikayla's clawing become increasing desperate, and growled in extertion as she tried to keep the chokehold locked in. She could feel Mikayla's struggles becoming more desperate, and she heard the gurgle that Mikayla made when she tried to breathe.

"Ghh...come on, Mikki, I don't want to choke you out, but...graagh...you're making it...ugh...!"

Fallon knew that she couldn't keep the chokehold going forever. And she didn't need to, anyway. The match was to be won by facesit submission or knockout, and so she needed Mikayla awake going into that maneuver. She didn't want to knock her friend out, anyway. A few more seconds would be sufficient, and Fallon would still have enough energy to finish her blonde friend off.

Once five more seconds had elapsed, and Fallon was confident that the slumping, slouching Mikayla was not too far from unconsciousness, she would turn her body suddenly and try to launch Mikayla down onto the canvas. Fallon was going to try to position Mikayla for the grand finale of this fierce fight.

"...G...knnnnn...."

The longer Mikayla was held in the chokehold and forced to strangle on her words, the more panicked she became, as one hand could not find any way to fight back at Fallon's body and the other hand was having no luck in pulling the arm that was wrapped around the front of her neck free to allow her blood flow to her brain to resume. What was more, her body was apparently determined to be aroused by the situation, and the more the arms around her neck made her feel helpless and hopeless to escape, the more her arousal intensified, making her failures to escape even more pitiful. As a few more seconds passed with her face turning into a beet, figures glowing in the midst of the black butterflies in her vision, and Fallon's voice sounding tiny and distant, the sense of terror slowly shifted into a sense of euphoria as her body forced her to give up her attempts to escape. Her arms slid from Fallon and slumped at her sides. As her eyelids slumped, she could only see the outlines of the people in the crowd against them. "...Nngn...", she choked out, the last sound she would make before her brain was ready to put her to what felt to Mikayla like peaceful sleep.

Her mind started to dream, but that dream was wiped away as she felt the sensation of moving through air while Fallon cast her to the canvas. As Mikayla connected with the mat, she did not even cry out in surprise or pain, only sucking in breaths as her brain appreciated the return of blood and oxygen and tried to rouse her into shape to fight again. Listlessly, Mikayla lay against the mat a moment, until the sense of euphoria passed and her body reminded her that she was still sore and tired. She barely knew that she had just been in the chokehold or that Mikayla had thrown her to the mat until her eyes cracked slightly open and she took in her friend hovering above her, looking ready to come in and lay siege the downed blonde. Mikayla barely stirred at the revelation, but whatever Fallon threw at her, Mikayla knew that she had to defend herself from it, however much effort it took to retaliate.

Fallon felt like she was in a position to win. Mikayla was awake again after nearly passing out in the chokehold Fallon had put her into, but she still looked listless, and confused. She was mostly out of it, and it was time for Fallon to make one last move to make sure her opponent couldn't fight back at all. Fallon could practically smell the savory scent of all the delicious food that Mikayla was going to treat her to on their date!

Fallon would move quickly over to where Mikayla had fallen, sort of sloppily falling down onto her knees beside her blonde friend as she hurried to take advantage of Mikayla's misty state. Fallon was still hurting, but she knew that she was in a very dominant position right now. She looked down over Mikayla's prone body, taking a second to admire how gorgeous every part of her was even while she was barely conscious. Those strong legs of hers still looked deadly, even after everything Fallon put them through in that Boston Crab.

But there was no time for ogling Mikayla right now. Fallon had to win, and win now! "Okay...okay, Mikki, let's finish you off! Just to be sure..."

Fallon would bring a fist down hard into Mikayla's stomach, giving her another belly punch that she hoped would force any air Mikayla had managed to recover after the chokehold out of her lungs. After that, Fallon would turn towards her friend's feet and try to swing a leg over the blonde, straddling her and getting into position for the game-ending facesit! "Get ready to make out with my ass, Mikki..."

As badly as Mikayla wanted to defend herself as she lay on the mat, she could do nothing about the fist that connected with her belly aside from tighten her abs, and the pain was still enough to make her feel like she would have been better off in two pieces. "Gaaaah!", she cried out, clutching her stomach again and writhing, legs kicking, to try and cope with the throbbing pouring through her stomach and chest. Wherever her mind had been before, it was back in reality now, even if most of that reality was realizing that Fallon had just punched her in the middle of her stomach again and that it hurt really, really badly. She resumed her coughing as her body settled, in between groans. She was probably finished now, set up completely for Fallon to finish the match.

But she was way, way too stubborn to admit that to herself, much less to the brunette moving in for the finishing facesit.

Opening her eyelids fully felt like it took the help of a forklift, but Mikayla got them open in time to see Fallon's back hovering over her where the brunette was straddling her from her knees. The revelation convinced Mikayla to move her hands from her sore stomach up to her face, where she stuck out her elbows and forearms as a shield against the Californian in case she tried to finish the match. With a strength borne of necessity, she pushed those arms up and into the small of Fallon's back, trying to hold her friend there for as long as she could muster. She probably wouldn't last long, since Fallon would start scooting back to bring on the finish, but if Mikayla could just get Fallon to bring her head down into the range of Mikayla's legs and give the blonde a chance to lock in a headscissors, she might get out of this situation...just might. She braced with her arms and knit her eyebrows, ignoring her pains and light-headedness hoping she could just earn that one, lucky chance to get Fallon's head between her legs...