Chloe Mason vs Black Crow - As The Crow Flies...

“Quiet please, you’re a big girl now~” Chloe cooed as the crowd winced yet cheered on for the seeming underdog in the blonde. A headscissor was a simple move, only made deadly when one had the strong legs for it as Chloe does. Steely muscles emerged in full as the ex-commissioner demonstrated what a simple yet sensual and powerful hold it was for her. While she did seem lithe and dainty, she had some good, trained muscle lined underneath that flesh. The powerful legs combined with the disorienting movements of her rolling about was only going to make her opponent lose it even further, the crowd was roaring in approval at the smaller woman.

Of course, Crow could try her best to stop the spinning but the crushing part remains, Chloe, feeling her hands trying to pry them off, but to no avail. Of course, after some time, the Crow began to weaken and she surprisingly became too much for her all of a sudden. The crowd couldn’t believe it, but it was happening. She kept the hold on long enough till she felt the British woman’s struggles begin to slack. Her heart beats with anticipation, Chloe having her just where she wants and she wasn’t going to let it slip away!

Chloe would let go of the woman’s neck, releasing her from her former proverbial and near-literal prison. She sat over Crow, her right foot tapped her cheek, looking at her handiwork with a smug expression on her face. It had felt good to discipline the young, smart cat. “Oh? Cat got your tongue?” She mused as she rubbed it in her face a bit. “That is...if you have one.” She wasn’t a mute that would be clear. So if she wasn’t going to talk, then she would have to use it for another purpose.

But that would be after what she already has in store for her. Chloe would move the opponent so that she is laying on her belly. The ex-commissioner would soon sit on top of the opponent’s back, forcing Crow’s upper body down to the ground. Her hands grabbed on those two wrists, bringing the woman’s arms behind her before crossing them behind her back. All the meanwhile both her feet would move underneath where her face is. A sharp yank on Crow’s arms would raise her head up which in turn, bringing her upturned soles in position before she would thrust her down onto them hard! With that being done, the ex-commissioner would use the toes and metatarsus to cover her nose and mouth shut, locking in perhaps her favourite and beloved move of all….

Sole Captive~

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She has her.

Part of her doubted initially that she would even stand a chance against the MMA maven, who had proven to be very tough. Especially since she did not have any information to go by. It might be down to luck, but Chloe wasn’t going to think of that at the moment. For now, she relished in having the Black Crow in one of her more feared moves, a place where many men and woman would probably love to find themselves in. She didn’t know if the Briton felt the same. If only she could tell her….oh wait.

Still, this was the end. Because nobody in history had ever escaped the Sole Captive. It was an unorthodox submission move, but an effective one as it combined the stretch and hyperextension of her arm and sockets, her weight keeping her down and the cherry on top of this cake, her feet denying any chances of breathing in oxygen. Any chances of that would also bring in the musky, sweaty aroma to fill her nasal passages. Chloe could afford to be patient. All she needs to do is wait and let time pass. It wasn’t like Crow was going anywhere at all. Just any second now…

And she is out.

Chloe knows when someone is limp and when her hands dangled, the blonde would let go, and dropping her arms to the mat. Her feet, however, would remain on Crow's face, acting like pillows as she goes nite-nite for the night. The crowd gave a cheer of approval, the ref shortly after rushing down to check up on the slumbering Black Crow. Checking signs for any movement, the referee would raise her arm up, letting it drop to the floor.

That’s one.

The second time, the ref raised her arm up in the air, all the while Chloe had the biggest, haughtiest smirk ever as if she took down someone tough, which she did. The arm drops to the canvas again.

That’s two.

Third time’s the charm, as they say. There was still a chance as the ref brought her arm up for the final time, Chloe’s eyes watched both the ref and the hand that dangled lifelessly. The referee dropped it down once more, and like the others, it slapped the canvas like a dead fish.

That’s three.

The bell rang shortly afterwards after the referee called for it, Chloe chuckling as she moved up off the Black Crow, standing up tall. Her arm has been raised with the ref, declaring her the winner of this match. All the meanwhile her foot was placed on the cheek of Crow, puffing her lips as the ball of her foot pushed down, her heel popped up, taking her victory pose for the live cameras. Rubbing her sole all over the face before kicking her over so that she is splayed on her back. She took a victory strut around her non-responding opponent, revelling in the cheers and hollers. Taking the chance to slide her foot inside her mouth, leaving the Black Crow laying there for all the world to see. In perhaps her most challenging match she ever had in AFW so far, she vanquished a very skilled foe.

Moving off, the two bodyguards would meet outside, Chloe stepping out of the ring and gave her heels back for her to wear. One bodyguard would drag Crow’s body out of the ring as well and slinging the unconscious body on his shoulder. Oh, Chloe knew what the stakes were. But she wasn’t going to do it in the ring. Instead, her opponent will be taken somewhere else, where the blonde could have her fun. Seems that things are not ending just yet for this birdie.

WINNER BY KNOCKOUT: CHLOE MASON