Woodland Brawl - Matt vs Phe-Phe

Matt had learned that in a fight a good portion of it was decided on the the surroundings of the battle. The trees around then were the perfect blunt object he needed to get her off him.

Unfortunately the girl refused to quit, and still held on tight to him like a parasite. He scowled in frustration. "Have it your way then..," he muttered. Matt would suddenly wrap his arms around her strong and beautiful legs, keeping them in place in case she tried to get away from what her tried next. Moving away from the tree, Matt would instead jump backwards, and the fall would crush the girl between himself and the hard ground.

Though she had no idea what you were up to, it couldn't stop the hint of glee coming across her lips at the sight of your advances to get her. You looked so adorable struggling like that, and it was more enjoyable knowing that you were burning precious amounts of your oxygen doing so.

Until suddenly, for a brief moment, Phe felt out of touch with the earth. Then less than a heart beat later, the back of her head and spine would be punished once more, this time meeting with the harsh ground below.

"Mmmffhh!"

The impact knocked the wind from her chest and nearly blacked her out. Savagely pressed in between solid ground and your crushing weight, Phe was unable to make any sort of escape from under you, and would instead lay on the dirt, uselessly panting for air through her pursed lips.

Matt could breath freely again once the girl's arms and legs fell away from his throat and waist. It seemed that he was finally free from the girl's clutches, and not a moment too soon. Rolling off of her Matt quickly got back to his feet, and looked down at the girl as she lay there. In truth, he slightly regretted hurting her like that, but he kept telling himself that she was asking for it.

Matt would then reach down and grab both her legs, hooking them under his armpits. He would then turn her over, take a seat on her back, and wrench her legs backwards in a boston crab.

As soon as Phe's eyes slowly part themselves open, her vision had been blessed with the sight of your towering form, looking as if it's about to make its move on her.

She knew she had to think quickly and fight off your attempt at trapping her in your submission. Unwilling to give her legs up to your touch, Phe would combat your attempts by reaching foward and seizing one of your grasping arms in her hands. She would then pull back on the arm and thrust her hips upward to pour on the pressure.

Matt was surprised that the girl still had the energy to fight back so quickly after a slam like that, and his arm would be grabbed while he was caught off guard. But he was not so willing to let her take advantage of him again. He was a little worried about what she might end up doing to him.

Matt was confident that he was stronger than the girl, and as she grabbed his arm, he would grab both of hers, and would try to pull her up off the ground and straight into his chest. Immediately he would wrap his strong arms around her in a bearhug.

In one, swift motion, Phe drops her body weight close to the ground and sprawls her feet wide apart, behind her, to control her center her gravity, trying her best to keep herself pivoted to the ground.
Immediatly, since her arms were now tangled with yours, she would then use her feet to try and propel herself foward, pushing her weight up against you, similar to another form of a "Test of strength".

Despite this effort, she wasn't sure how effective nor how long this little manuever would benefit her from what you might try next.

Matt was surprised the girl had the energy to react so quickly after the fall she just took, but he was starting to find that she was full of surprises. Now he found himself in a contest of strength against her, with both combatants pushing against each other for control. While Matt was confident he was stronger than she was, he didn't want to risk her trying something else.

Letting go of one of her arms Matt will focus his attention on just the one, grabbing it with both his hands. Then he would fall to her side, scissor the arm between his legs, and place her in a armbar submission.

A soft giggle escapes Phe's moist lips after knowing she had just been thrown to the grass with a pair of muscular legs thrown across her chest. Was there something about you gaining the advantage amusing to her? Or was it the throbbing pain that the fall had done to her?

Lying on the grass, Phe uses her free arm to reach over and clasp the other arm that you were captivating so dearly. Now that her arms were linked together, hand in hand, Phe would ask you...

"So, stud....what do you plan on doing now?"

Phe's eyes narrowed while her tender voice carried an obvious tone of mischief. It almost sounded like a dare.

Matt blinked in confusion when the girl giggled as he gained the advantage. Was she....enfoying getting hurt? While Matt had made peace with the fact that most wrewtlers were machosists, he still found it awkward to encounter one.

"How about this?" Matt would shout, and pulling on the girl's arms he would roll them both over, and his legs would spring up to wrap around her neck and one of her arms. If all went well Matt will have placed the girl in a triangle choke. cutting off her cartroid artery with his squeezing legs.

Phe's heartbeat aroused something hot to flow through her veins once her ears caught the very sound of your commanding voice. Yet, before she could speak, she had already been pulled into your Triangle Hold, and into world of distress that she had been yearning to visit.

"....ugh.....hmmfff...."

Her face boiled hot in between your clamping legs, and the feeling of her lips soon went frigid...then numb. Even though her vision of you lying on the grass before her looked hazed from her own tears building within her eyes, the faint gleam in her smirk never wavered.

Funny how it had all been fun and games until it seemed that Phe was caught in a serious situation. She should've forseen this...if only her hands were free, if only she had gained a good posture before getting clamped. Yet, nevertheless...

the pressure....

the constant throbbing in her temples....

It was all pure bliss.

"Y-yes..."

Phe finally whimpers helplessly. Should she escape? Should Phe take it on herself to make another move? No...