LEAGUE: Felicia Espinoza vs Sean Ishimi

The feeling of Sean's leg pressing against her sex made Felicia blush slightly...that is, until she felt Sean's grip on her leg tighten, causing her to cry out in pain. She resumed kicking at him, pulling hard against his own leg in an effort to unbalance him.

He felt more kicks to the head while she tried to get the submission reversed. Having enough, he released and tried to roll away from her with his leg trickling along her crotch and warm thigh. He groaned a bit in this attempt and thought about another tactic that may actually hold out. First he needed to get close enough to do it.

As Felicia finally fell to the mat, she quickly rolled behidn Sean and grabbed hold of his ankles, aiming to bring him crashing down to his front. If this succeeds, then Felicia will leap onto his back and try to set him up for a camel clutch.

Sean fell on his face and felt her weight on his back. He had no idea what she was planning yet, until he felt her setting him up for the Camel Clutch. He groaned a bit while pressure was being applied to his back and neck. Unable to move for a moment.

Felicia gritted her teeth as she wrenched back on Sean's chin, locking in the camel clutch. "You ready to give up, big boy?" she teased.

He groaned a bit while the Camel Clutch was locked in. Thinking for a moment, he almost forgot his sheer size compared to hers. So, he wrapped his arms around her thighs while keeping her distracted by talking: "...Not. . . Yet. . . Sweetheart." he said in a deep, soft Horatio Caine tone. He tried to get himself up to his feet only to hopefully, on purposely topple backwards to slam her back against the mat.

Felicia felt Sean slowly pushing himself upright under her. Two can play at that game, she thought with a smile, standing up with Sean and turning her camel clutch into a rear sleeperhold. Her arms snaked around his forehead and throat, pressing his head back against her round breasts. As two stood up, Felicia hoped to fall to her back and take Sean down with her to add a body scissor to his growing troubles.

As he stood up, he felt Felicia turn the submission into a sleeper hold. His head rubbed against her ample chest while he tried to get it loose by craning his neck. He slowly got up using what ever he could to get her off and finally slid his arms around her warm thighs, lifting her up into a piggy back ride while getting to his feet. 'Looks like I'll have to slam her again.' he thought while trying to stand to his feet with her on his back. His arms wrapped firmly around her thighs keeping her up on his back while tried to crane his neck to get loose of her hold with his head rubbing against her chest. His denim belt loop possibly pressed firmly against her sex while he moved around trying to figure out hot to execute the tactic.

To Felicia's surprise, Sean began to stand upright from under her, in spite of her best efforts. She simply smiled, blowing across his neck, before letting go of him and dropping to her feet behind him. Hoping to maintain the element of surprise, Felicia will duck down and try to trip him back into a matchbook pin.

Upon getting on his feet, he felt Felicia blow across his neck before getting air back into his system. However, if by this point he was on his feet when she got off, he would still have a hold of her legs in his arms. Though even if that wasn't the case, the matchbook pin seemed uncomfortable enough. Yet, his strength was something to be toyed with. Granted, he would make an attempt to try and reverse the pin around with him holding down her shoulders instead if this was possible, otherwise, he was uncertain of what may happen.

If he was able to hold her legs before she could get off of him, he would try to use the big swing backwards since she was behind him.