A mighty pony mare debuts: Okami vs Lelannie

"Unghff UNGHH...!!!", Okami would growl in pain.He might have werewolf strenght now.. but a precise elbow strike from Lela still stung like hell.

"Ngrfffhhh... alright I'll let you go if you insist..!". The wolfboy would flex his muscles and throw backwards, hopefully tossing Lelannie on the mats back first with an exploder suplex.

If succesfull, the young werewolf would then climb onto the opposite turnbuckle, getting himself ready for a big acrobatic.... but also quite risky maneuvre once Lelannie would stand up.

Lelannie biffed the landing and laid there flat on her back, stunned as he went to climb the turnbuckle. She moved around a fair bit and attempted to get up as the crowd went eerily silent and she laid there, breathing hard and not moving.

Okami would maybe linger a little too long on the turnbuckle, taking the chance to enjoy the mixed booing and cheering from the crowd as he had finally got his moments in the match.

"Haha... Are you ready to see the Wolf pounce on his Pony prey..???", he would snarl with a laughter, getting a bit on a power trip there as he didn't care of that part of the audience booing at his cocky attitude.

With that, Okami would jump off the turnbuckle aiming at a flying clothesline across Lelannie's ample bosom. If successful, the wolfboy would be probably a lot closer to a possible win in this round.
But if he had wasted too much time playing along with the crowd, so that Lela could counter or avoid his maneuvre, then the bad wolfie was going to be in troubles, crushing himself down to the mats where he would lay groaning in a slight daze.

Lelannie rolled out of the way at the very last second. After her dodge, she laid on her back, still taking the breather, but to the crowd cheer, it was about to turn into a roar. She sat up, just like The Undertaker did. Except she had an EXTREMELY demonic scowl. She turned to him and moved to put him into the Sharpshooter submission.

"UNGHHFFFHHH...!!! S-Stupid...."
Stunned after his disgraceful crush-landing, the muscular wolfboy was unable to gather the pieces in time to prevent Lelannie from taking grab of both his legs, groaning in a daze as she stepped in and he just feebly tried to tug his legs free.

With the curvy and towering mare about to sit her powerful ass on the small of his back, such kind of submission was not going to be a joke for poor Okami, but he was seemingly unable to avoid it.

Lelannie sat down on his back, pulling up on The Sharpshooter. She had the hold exactly in the form the Brett Hart had on his opponents locked down on Okami. She made a wise maneuver and walked towards the center of the ring and re locked it back down. He wasn't going anywhere! Would he tap?

"Urrrrghhhh.....!" Locked into a vicious sharpshooter and cunningly brought to the middle of the ring, Okami was in big troubles, snarling in pain and pawing ineffectively at the mats as the big pony mare sat her rump onto his back and applied some serious pressure.
"Ngrfff....l-let go or else...unghhhhh....", his attempts at sounding threatening would probably just amuse Lelannie from her comfortable position, using his back as a throne for her wide pony hips.

Thinking of it, reaching the ropes would have been pointless in any case too, in a match with no ref and no holds barred.
Normally, the courtain would be ready to fall onto the young wolfboy at this point. With that well locked variation of a boston crab applied by such a heavier opponent, there was no possible textbook escape from that situation.

But this was not a normal match, and so Okami was not strictly bound to normal escape maneuvres. And Lelannie's dragging him to the middle had ended with one of the mare's feet planted down close to his head.
Well, considering that his wolf blood was pumping like crazy through his body, and that she was a pony mare, what happened next could not be much of a surprise.

"Unghrrrr.... time for a pony snack... Grawrrrrr...!!!". With a snarling sound, Okami's jaws would close around Lela's ankle, giving a nice and resolute bite to the equine girl. Not one aimed at rip any bit of flesh really, but hard enough to discourage Lelannie from keeping the submission locked, or he hoped so.

When the Sharpshooter was locked in, the mare was sure she had it locked down and the match won. When the Wolfie Boi bit her ankle, she let out a loud screech to the high heavens. "OUCH! You little bastard?" She had to release the hold, but since the crowd was right with her, she pulled her leg back and rolled him on his back. She made a power jump and brought both legs up with his maw around the ankle and brought her body down. It was a Guillotine Leg Drop from the higth she made from the jump.

Okami was almost surprised himself at how his own body flexibility had been enhanced in this wolf-state. But there was not plenty of time to enjoy his little success: the big and sexy pony mare would react immediately, lifting the aggressive but still smaller wolfboy along with her jump.

"Rawrg...what do you think you arrrghhh...!!!", Okami would be forced to let go of Lelannie's leg, but even like that, it was too late to avoid her powerful legdrop.
With Lela's meaty calf pressing the young opponent down hard to the mats aross his throat and the upper part of his chest, Okami was crushed and left into a shortbreathed and temporarily stunned state.

Lelannie "The Drakkar" Darkmane had to go to an area that she didn't want to go to try and put this overdrawn match out. His bite had done damage well beyond her first match disaster thoughts. She had barely been able to stand in an adrenaline rush to deliver the Guillotine Leg Drop.

Lelannie rolled him over and pulled him into a modified gogoplata. She held him in a move that her idol, The Undertaker used to put down opponents that wouldn't go down. The Hell's Gate. She was trying to lock it down on his neck. Granted, he was already hurting from the leg drop, he wouldn't be able to breathe at all if her lock gets latched down. This match shouldn't waste to much longer as Okami was in serious trouble.