Raw strength vs Inner Strength

Amy let out a hoarse cough as Yi slammed her foot down into her chest, leaving her breathless and rolled over onto her belly without much of a fuss. She cried out as her arm was locked in a painful submission. "Arrrghhh!! Let go!" She cried, and tried to hook her foot past the outside of the white circle, hoping Yi would let go even though there was no ref here.

The gymnast put too much confidence in the antiquated rules of engagement. Yi would not let her go, and rather sat down upon Amy's back, now basically bear hugging the caught arm with her left arm. The historian was careful of the hand and misplaced fingers as the back of it now pressed against her warm left cheek. Her right shin pressed against the back of the gymnast's head, forcing it harshly into the mat as Yi's right hand reached back to begin to play with Amy's bottom.

Amy cringed as her arm was pulled back farther. "Arrrgghhh.. you- mmphmmhm!" She shouts up at her, her head forced against the mat as she was about to insult her, then she squealed in disgust as Yi started to feel up her rump, and started thrashing around wildly against the mat.

Again, there was no response to her intended insults, or the way she acted at all. Instead, Yi kept her submission hold just as it was, but with her right hand she pulled up on those work out shorts, to reveal what was underneath. Still she said nothing, but her increased breathing suggested that the effort of keeping the beast of Amy's rage contained was beginning to show its wear.

Amy cringes as her arm was still trapped, and gasped into the mat as she felt her shorts being pulled down, revealing white panties with a red frilly lace, being a rather girlish choice, considering the woman's personality overall.

Yi glanced back as the shorts were left below Amy's bum, leaving what was beneath revealed for all to see... and raised an eyebrow. Certainly those panties answered numerous questions, but raised so many more. Magma red eyes shifted back to Amy's head as she considered her next move. It was obvious, for such a girl with such a mentality. Yi's right hand came swiftly down upon the panty clothed rump of Amy, vigorously. The slap was deadened, only slightly, by the thin layer of clothe and lace that separated Yi's hand and Amy's ass.

"MMPH!" She grunts into the mat, her face burning red now as Yi spanked her, and started thrashing around wildly, trying to buck the girl off her finally, growling loudly in frustration.

Five resounding spanks were dealt out, in addition to the first. Yi alternated them from one cheek to another, left then right, then back again. The historian continued this until she was finally bucked off of the gymnast, her right shin and knee supporting most of her weight through Amy's head as she tumbled forward and off of Amy. Yi was quick to find her feet under her and get back up for a now likely extremely enraged opponent. The beast was free, it was time to see if anger aided her ability to fight.

Amy yelped with each smack on her rear, feeling her rump burning after the third or fourth smack, and let out a gasp of relief when she finally bucked her off. She was livid now, and slowly started to get her knees underneath her, and began to pull her shorts back up to conceal her panties. "You're dead meat..." She snarled, starting to climb up to her feet.

She snorted at the indignant spewing of shear anger. Pity that she wasn't learning anything. As Amy was finding her way back to her feet, Yi made her own charge at Amy. Yi would jump and begin to fall backwards in a standard shining wizard. Since Amy was kneeling, this was Yi's falling wizard. There was nothing to stop all the momentum in Yi, except for Amy's neck. This would bring both of them solidly down onto their backs with a thud, if everything went according to plan, and Yi would have control of Amy's neck.