Romana v Songbird

Poor Romana offered little resistance as she was pushed face-first onto the mat and dragged into the centre. She was still slowly recovering as she felt songbird grab her feet.
“Ah!” she cried as her ankles were bent and she felt yet more pain.
“Stop it, I wonâ€t submit!” Romana said defiantly, through gritted teeth. However, she wasnâ€t in a good position to defend herself right now, and could only flail her arms upwards, blindly hoping to knock her tormentor away in a show of protest, her energy slowly draining.

"You sure about that?" asked Songbird. "To me, you don't sound too good." She then would put her right hand above the toes of Romana's boots and bend them backwards as she would continue to bend her opponent's feet forward.

“Gahh!” Romana squealed in anguish, her joints aching. Even now it felt like she would be limping after this, and the pain was only getting worse as she squirmed on the mat. As it quickly became unbearable she knew she had to do something. The suffering girl arched her flexible spine backwards and reached up behind her back to try and grab any part of her attacker, hoping to pull Songbird down to the mat. This would take a lot of effort on Romanaâ€s part though, and if it failed she would just slump painfully back down on to the canvas.

Songbird saw that her opponent was trying to grab for her. As she did, Songbird would grab one arm of Romana and then the other. She held them firm behind her own back with one hand and with the other, she would grab her legs and bend them above her head for an excruciating double muffler stretch.

“Oh shit!” Romana cursed under her breath as she felt herself being pulled into the dominating submission hold. She looked quite pitiful now, stuck in her opponentâ€s grip with all of her limbs trapped and no room to manoeuvre. Her lithe body arched in pain as her legs were horribly bent, and her cute face was a picture of helpless agony.

“Ahh... no...” she whimpered, her pained gasps getting higher pitched as the suffering got worse. As a flexible girl with plenty of gymnastic training, Romana could withstand being bent better than most – though at the moment this fact just seemed to be prolonging her torture.

Either brave or foolish, she held out in Songbirdâ€s clutches for an awfully long time, despite the excruciating pain. Romanaâ€s only hope at this point was that the extended struggle was making both girls†bodies very warm and sweaty. As their skin became slick with perspiration, Romana could eventually try and wriggle her arms out from behind Songbirdâ€s back. This would give her the freedom to roll sideways and relieve the pressure on her bent legs.

Indeed, Songbird felt her body become warm and sweaty and she knew that Romana would have an advantage if this were so. At the last possible moment, she would let go of her legs and arms and flip Romana on her back. Then she would grab her right leg and apply a knee lock.

“Ugh, just LET GO of my legs!” cried Romana, in some desperation. As she said this she used her free left leg to kick out at Songbird, aiming her boot straight at her opponentâ€s face. Romana was in a lot of pain and badly needed to kick Songbird away from her, else she would end up crippled, so her attack was quite frantic.

Songbird blocked the kicking from Romana as she said, "OK, alright. No need to get all tense!" As soon as she got up, she saw the damage that she done to her opponent. She looked like she was almost crying as she tried to hold her legs. Songbird knew that she had to give her "the punishment" as soon as possible.

She then stooped down to Romana and asked, "Can you fight anymore, Romana?"

“Of course I can fight!” Romana answered. “I didnâ€t submit, did I?” She resisted the brief urge to attack Songbird as she stooped; this would have been really unsporting considering the other girl had given her a break.
Instead Romana rolled away from her opponent and got unsteadily to her feet. She winced slightly as her abused legs were hurt, and felt sore as they supported her weight. The German girl found herself hobbling a little as she moved round the ring. This did not bode well for her chances, as she usually relied on speed and agility, but she would try and carry on regardless.
Wary of her opponent now, Romana circled cautiously, not wanting to make the first move. She wiped her hands across her flustered face, trying to sharpen up.
“You sure know your way around a submission move...” noted Romana. “Youâ€ll not find me in YOUR grasp again!”

"I certainly hope so." said Songbird as she moved in closer, dropping down her hands. She wanted to let Romana strike her without any harm coming to her. "Come on, Romana, take the next shot. Hit me!"