Yalina and Emily test each other’s endurance

Despite resolving to count, Yalina had lost track of time. With her eyes closed, she had no idea how much time was left in the hourglass. She began drifting off into dreamland, only to hear a voice, whispering “come on, just go to sleep, everything is fine.” No one had comforted her that way in years, not since her parents had been…

“Mom? Mom?” Yalina said weakly. She struggled with all her strength to wake up, to open her eyes. Where was she? This was not her home. This was a wrestling ring. With an hourglass that was almost empty. Wait! That was it. Yalina remembered now. She had to survive until the hourglass was empty. And then it was! The last image Yalina had before drifting back off into dreamland was an empty hourglass. She’d survived the sleeperhold, but just barely. And now she was out cold.

God fucking dammit, she managed to actually do it. Somehow, sighing, Emily gently layer Yalina back down to the mat, laying her out nice and cofy. She wasn't about to be a poor sport about this.

Sighing, she sited for her to wake up.

As Yalina slowly came to, she noticed Emily just sitting there, watching her. Yalina was still feeling groggy. Yalina groaned and stretched out her arms and legs as she looked at Emily, surprised that Emily hadn’t woken her up by slapping her awake or twisting her toes until she woke up. Yalina figured that Emily was just happy that she had knocked Yalina out, won a point, and was now in the lead, as Yalina did not appreciate that she had, in fact, just barely outlasted the sand in the hourglass.

“That was some sleeper,” admitted Yalina, “how long was I out for?”

Resting on the ropes as Yalina began to come too, maintains a neutral expression all the while. Drinking from a water bottle, she placed it back on the corner mat as she walked towards Yalina.

"Long enough" as all she said.

Yalina was pissed. She believed herself to be losing, and was really feeling the effects of that last sleeper. She also clearly couldn't stall any longer, as Emily was getting impatient. She needed to turn this around now. Unfortunately, Emily clearly had a high pain threshold, and Yalina did not feel strong enough at this point to get a submission from Emily in a regular hold. Yalina therefore decided it was time to play dirty.

Getting up off the mat, Yalina would jab Emily right in her throat, before wrapping her sexy stocking legs tightly around Emily's neck in a head scissors.

Cheating....Emily could only gag as Yalina jabbed her straight in the threat, before bringing her down and wrapping her legs around her throat, rather tightly, in a headscissors.

Fucking headscissors.

She tried to struggle as best as she could, but she was beginnnig to feel....light headed.

"Are you getting tired? Finding it hard to breathe?" Yalina teased as she grabbed one of her own stocking feet in her hand to tighten her sexy legs around Emily's throat.

Her world was getting darker by the second, she wasn't going to last much longer. She gagged a bit, rolling on her side, arms struggling against Yalina's leg.

Her legs kicked fruitlessly agains the mat as she rolled again, but her movement was beginning to slow, her eye fluttering and her right arm starting to fall to the mat.

It seemed like Emily was out cold. Satisfied, Yalina released Emily from the hold, removed her smartphone from the folds of her dress, and snapped some pictures of the sleeping wrestler.

"Hello, Facebook," grinned Yalina, as she threw Emily a kiss, gathered her shoes and left the gym.