Justice vs Anarchy (Standard, 1 fall)

Anne breathed something of a sigh of relief when James fell back, looking a proper mess. She could feel her own face burning and tingling from its collision with the mat. The young anarchist stretched her lithe body out over James, indolently laying herself out on top of him. Her forearms pushed down on the man's shoulders while she hooked her feet under the insides of his ankles in a light grapevine. "There we are. Just stay like that. Maaaybe later I'll show up and play nurse, hmm?"

He remained under her, panting softly, "Just finish it." he panted and closed his eyes as the ref slapped the mat, "One!"

Anne leaned her head down beside his, the tip of her tongue slipping forth to flick at his cheek tasting a drop of his metallic blood. She shifted on top of him if only to 'accidentally' rub herself against his body. "C'mon, no reason to be bitter. Sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes the bear eats you." In her mind she was already trying to figure out how she was going to celebrate. At first she was thinking of just getting absurdly drunk, but that happened kinda regularly. She'd make Lily take her out for ice cream or something.

James grinned, "No, I won't lose." he threw an arm into the air at the two 1/2 count

Anne was rocked slightly to one side as James threw up an arm to disrupt the pin, though it did little to disrupt the girl on top of him. Well, it temporarily robbed her tongue of the imagined taste of green tea ice cream. His stubbornness earned a frustrated growl from his fellow Anarchist as she pushed herself upright on his stomach. "That's it. If you wont just stay down and take it like a man, I'm going to have to play you off the stage." With a bunny hop she would try to catch his arms beneath her knees, holding them down to the mat as she straddled his chest. Normally, this is where a sane person would stop for a schoolgirl pin. Anne, however, was neither normal nor fully sane. She raised a fist ready to begin the rapid fire pummeling that made up her less-than-inventive finishing move. "Submit?" It was the last friendly offer, no more sexy bribes, just surrender or be pounded.

"Never." he glared at her, ready to take her pummeling, he knew it would hurt, but he had had worse. He wiggled under her, trying to break free. If he could avoid the pummel, he would, but if he had to, then he'd take it, "I'll never submit, you hear me? Never!"

So much for mercy... Though he wriggled beneath her knees Anne would launch into the rapid fire punches that constituted her "Drum Solo". The blows would rain down over his head and shoulders indiscriminately but swiftly. She would stop only when the 3-count was reached, or she was forced to by him or an official.

James groaned and his head snapped with each punch, but James knew what she was trying to do. As soon as he heard the two count, James would bridge out of the pin and pant softly, holding her up with his own body

Anne let out an "Ack!" as she was hoisted into the air upon James' body, temporarily interrupting her barrage of punches. Her hands caught her from falling forward, struggling to maintain her seat and the hope it carried. Finally, in annoyance she stole a page from Lamya's book which had been employed against her in practice more than once, she would slip her feet under the man's arched body holding tightly with her thighs. It would actually prevent his shoulders from returning to the mat, but it also kept his arms pinioned under her legs.

James tried to buck her off, but he felt her tangle her legs with his arms. He grimaced in pain, but he wanted to try something. He used his legs to propel him through the air and eventually, he would roll her up, pressing her feet to either side of her head and pinning her arms under his thighs. The ref would then slap the mat, "One!"