Bianka Bell vs Nick Solem Submission POW Match

Bianka wasn't exactly feeling cocky, but she was confident enough in her abilities not to be overly concerned about the size difference in this match. There was a point at which size mattered, as she'd seen in her first match, but she had strength enough to hold her own here. The rest of her swagger was all bravado, playing her part in their little bit of theater.

Feeling Nick's body beginning to roll beneath her hips Bianka widened her stance as much as she was able until she was nearly doing a split over the man's body. But it was no use, with enough persistence both of the went over and the little German toppled over onto the mat beside her opponent.

Thinking quickly she realized that she would have to act now if she wanted to keep Nick off of his feet, that would neutralize his height advantage. Twisting her body about she would try to swing out her slender, stocking clad legs to close round his neck, locking her ankles behind his head to secure the leg scissors. "Very good. Dat vas much better. Sadly for hyu, hyu are still mine."

"Grrr...Let the dog ofbhis trick and roll over!" He shouted at Bianka. He got onto his back and didn't stop rolling until he was again face down but on top of her. Nick grinned and grabbed her legs. "My, my...What beautiful legs you have...Mind if I just..."

If NIck could, he would tuck those legs under his arms and try to turn Bianka over for a boston crab.

Bianka pressed her shoulder to the mat and strained with every muscle in her core to keep the larger man from rolling them, but in the end she would give way. Eventually she found herself on the mat beneath Nick's bulk, his hands upon her stocking legs. With a gasp of protest the little German would try to kick her way free, but was too slow and soon would be belly down on the mat with her legs bent up behind her.

The crimson skirt about her hips would fall 'up' her body exposing her black lace panties as her back was arched sharply between the man's legs. A loud moan, more lurid than agonized, rose up from Bianka as she stretched her arms out trying to claw out for the ropes to break the hold. "Hy must say, hy do mind!"

Nick was able to successfully pull off the submission. He wasnt even fully done executing it when he hears Bianka moan more so than groan or yell. It warrants him to look over his shoulder and chuckling a bit. "What? You like that? In not even...Done! "

Nick would start to lower himself and sit down on her back. This would essentially compress her body and nearly double the pain that Bianka would have to endure.

Bianka's soft, sensual noises would only grow louder and more strained as the hold was pressed and her back was compressed beneath him. The audience roared, although it wasn't quite clear who or what it was that they were cheering for, perhaps they were just enjoying the show. "Ho yes, bebe, hyu are gonna have to do a lot vurse than dat to make me tap."

Setting one of her shoulders against the mat the little German would begin to push sideways with her legs and twist her body. Little by little she would attempt to curl herself around until she was on her back in front of Nick, rather than on her belly behind him... but with her legs still under his arms.

Her words would jut a responding soft gasp out of Nick. She was folded nearly in half. How was she going to tell him it wouldnt be enough for the win? Nick was too busy contemplating this to pay attention to Bianka rotation her body in a phenomenal way.

When he saw her next to him, he makes a shocked cry and Stan up, letting the small woman go. "W-What the hell...You wan more then you're gonna have to come and he it!" He says with bravery, seemingly a bit shaking by the woman's flexibility.

Bianka had been bent and folded many, many times before and it was now paying off in more than the usual way. She had anticipated having to kick the man off of her, but thankfully the surprise had caused him to let go of his prize prematurely leaving her laying before him, her legs falling around his feet. His challenge would not go unanswered, but this time she would save her smug words.

With a twist of her supple hips she would scissor her ankles around one of Nick's legs, in an improvised toe-hold to bring him back down to the mat with her. Oh, she wanted to get a hold of him now, show him just what the diminutive dominatrix could do.

Nick was at least somewhat confident in his challenge for Bianka to come after him. She was happy to oblige him by sending him crashing down to the mat very quickly. He slammed down onto his front. "Ahh! Huh!" He huffed out.

His trapped foot wiggled around as the rest of his body struggles around to keep from getting only more trapped. But Brian probably had plans for him...

Bianka had plans, not far reaching plans... but she always preferred improvising! Sliding in closer she tightened the hold around Nick's foot with her legs, trying to transition them into a modified figure-four leg lock against her face-down foe. "Now we see if hyu moan so pretty as I did." It wasn't the most inventive hold ever, but it was still early and there would be plenty of time for more colorful submissions as she broke him down. Or maybe he would just cave in now and she could abuse him privately, either one worked!

She really knew her way around job locks and submission holds. Nick was brought down and had his legs trapped in a matter of moments. He makes a light groan, holding in his moans. He didnt want to give her the satisfaction of hearing him moan.

Nick looks back at Bianka and bit his lip. "You s-sure want me to submit dont you...? Want me to become your prisoner? "