The only good time...[Indigodragon]

Squeezing both Diane's neck and waist was already doing wonders, it seemed as if it was really taking a lot out of the white haired woman who was her 'sparring partner' at the moment, though by the looks of it, it seemed as if both women were more or less treating this as some kind of unofficial match.

The blond soon enough took the back of Diane's head against her face, making the blond quickly release Diane and try to push the woman away from her. " Augh...bitch!...ground game my ass...should have told me if you wanted to brawl!"

It was a weird moment of both women flailing around slightly. Diane tries to turn over to give Cecilia a good punch to the gut. "You should have told ME if you wanted a match where we try to put each other to sleep!" Firing back her comment, Diane backs away and gets up on her feet after. Cecilia was ready getting on her nerves, and this spar was already getting out of control...

Cecilia let out a loud rush of air from her lungs as she took that unexpected punch to her stomach, hearing the words of Diane as she pulled back and moved up to her feet the blond would pull away and do the same, rubbing her well trained abs a little bit. "Tch...not my fault if you can't handle a spar." Cecilia let out as she'd shrug her shoulders.

She'd start to move around, looking to start to circle Diane and then try and move in for a collar and elbow lock up. The blond quickly though would attempt to slip out from the lock up and move in towards the side of the white haired woman, only to attempt and lift Diane up and throw her backwards for a belly to side suplex!

"This isn't really a spar anymore, now is it?" Diane retorted, giving a wink to Cecilia. She too put her arms up and came in to lock up with the blonde woman. This was short lived as Cecilia broke up from the lock up and grabbed Diane by her sides.

"A-Ah!" She cries out before coming down hard on her side. She let out a heavy grunt and laid there at her opponent's disposal.

" Phew!...Of course it's a spar! Just a rough one!" Cecilia let out after she threw Diane down with that powerful suplex, turning over and pushing herself up to her feet the Swede would walk up towards Diane's legs, looking to grab them...

" You know...you remind me a lot of someone." Cecilia let out as she looked down at the busty white haired woman now in her clutches. Before she'd proceed to try and fold those legs up with her own and then drop back down onto her butt, trying to lock in a figure four leg lock. " Whatever ! Not important right now!"

Diane groans out, mulling in her own pain. Nut a new one was sure to come, the prediction lies in the way Cecilia grabbed up her legs. She then stated something dangerous to the identity of Diane. "N-Nah...There's only one of me..."

She smirks for only a second before her face contorts into a wondrous pain that filled up hwr legs and Lowe body. Diane throes several weakly aimed punches at Cecilia's legs. "Fuck...Fuck! Let me go!" She shouts at the blonde woman.

Cecilia couldn't help but scoff at that response she got out of Diane, and now that she had her locked up tight int that figure four leg-lock and was using it to put some serious pain down on Diane's legs. She would watch Diane try and throw those weak punches at her legs and shake her head, looking to arch her hips off the mat and up into the air to try and make the hold more painful for Diane.

" You really do remind me of someone else! Especially when hearing the prim and proper Diane be so loud and uncouth!! Haha!" Cecilia let out as she'd keep trying to torture her white haired sparring partner.

Diane was worried. She was caught in a painful submission, and her opponent was catching on to her. And Cecilia was not someone that Diane wanted to find out about her true identity. That would be dangerous...Catastrophic even. What would Cecilia say? Would she tell everyone and blow in the Cave woman and Proper girl? Or maybe Cecilia would never leave Diane alone and hurt her beyond repair...

When Cecilia lifted her hips up, Diane's toes curl in her boot. The white boot would crease slightly is how much power Diane's foot was putting into dealing with this submission. "M-Mgh...Stop..." Diane would lowly groan out. Her legs and hips on fire with pain.

Having Diane locked in tight in her hellish figure four leg lock was doing the Swede rather well, it was a deadly and painful move after all, which she was taking full advantage of right now...and it seemed as if it was bothering the white haired beauty a whole lot.

Hearing Diane let out those words the Swede would simply let out a light cackle at them. " Oh, giving up already ?" Cecilia let out as she would continue the torture of the hold. " Well...it is a spar...though I would like to hear you tap if you won't to get free." Cecilia answered with a smirk on her face as she looked on at Diane's face.

Diane growls when she wasnt let go of. Although Diane didnt really say her submission, Cecilia accepted one. But she wanted to hear Diane tap out on the canvas. "W-Why you..."

Even Cecilia would feel the outstretched leg of Diane spasm slightly as the hold continued. There were cramps in her foot and the back of her leg. Diane let out a loud groan. "I give up!"