Tension Debut! Blue Tessa vs Dave Blake POW Match!!

'She's smart.' Dave thought, as he darted about, making a hard target to hit, 'She's not like the others. She knows not to take me at my own game. Question is, what's her play?'

Darting in once more, he snapped his leg up for a well placed kick to the back of her knee, hoping to cut her down to size. He doubted he could pull a submission off this early, so he would bide his time.

Tessa soon found that Dave might of been the fastest opponent she had faced, as he again closed the distance with the so far careful girl. Again looking to avoid rather than confront, she'd try to hop over that swinging in leg, almost jumping into a rolly-polly, she'd soon again stand, turning to face her foe.

"Shit he's fast..." she muttered, hands up. "Gotta find a way to slow him down.."

Dave, seeing that his methods were keeping the busty girl at bay, chose to do something unorthodox, even for him. Acting as if he were going high, he instead dropped loww, grabbing onto Tessa's ankle an yanking it sideways, hoping to send the blue haired girl face first into the mat. Once there, he would latch on to the ankle and trap her in an ankle lock, twisting the limb with a hard look in his eyes.

Finally Tessa's luck ran out for her, at least for now anyway, as her opponents feigned assault resulting in the young girl being tripped, chest first to the mat, the girls hands catching her.

No slouch however, she'd quickly twist on her arms, into almost a handstand position, before bringing up her spare leg to kick her foe, whilst her ankle being wretched caused a sharp yelp to escape her lips.

Dave ended up paying for that maneuver, earning a nice kick to his spine. He cried out for a moment, before applying more pressure to the ankle lock, trying to drag her away from the ropes. She fought him every step, but he didn't mind. In fact, he liked that she didn't give up. The match was more fun when you gave it your all.

Stood in a handstand position still, Tessa groaned, closing her eyes, forcing herself to bare the pain. A kick like this wouldn't work again-it simply had no leverage, and a determined Dave would quickly just yank her leg to stumble her.

Instead, she'd bring her body back to the normal position of a ankle lock, chest to the floor. Groaning, she'd try to push up, onto her free foot, as she stood, hopping. If all went well, she'd turn around, throwing her free foot up, in a desperate enzui-guri kick!

Dave had managed to get in enough pressure and twists with the hold to ensure the busty blue wouldn't be going anywhere fast for a bit. What he didn't count on was her enzui-guri kick, whisk slammed into his head. Dave was knocked away from her, clutching his head in pain and trying to shake the stars from his vision.

Falling back to the mat, Tessa quickly pulled herself to a seated position. She'd clench her foot, struggling at first, as she slowly stood up. A ankle lock was exactly the manoeuvre she needed to apply on her spry foe, not on her. Raising her hands, she was determined to come out of the next encounter on top.

By the time Tessa was on her feet, Dave managed to recover from the blow, darting around her to look for an opening. Charging at her, he ducked down under her arm, getting behind her so he could jump up and nail her in the small of the back with a dropkick.

Not letting her foe get the best of her this time, the moment Dave ducked, Tessa roared forward, catching him. "Here!.." she'd mutter, trying to pull her foes head under her arm and wrench it.