A martial artist vs a firece grappler (For Iffy)

Courtney, without getting into a stance, ran at Arika suddenly, throwing out her arm and trying to clothesline Arika down hard onto the mat.

Arika will stand ready, and willing to get anything that the bigger woman has to throw at her. She just had to. Not for her family, her past, but for herself. Arika takes a deep breath, envisions Courtney as a bulleye target and braces herself the closer the bigger woman got. But then something happened....

"Ayo, let me F$%^ you right quick, gurl All night loooooooong!!!"

Shouted another black guy in the audience, despite Courtney's obvious warning. Instead of hanging around to see what Courtney was going to do, the men ran to one corner of the gym, hoping that the large woman wont step outside the ring to give them an ass beating.

Arika had dropped her guard, and if Courntey continued to charge her, she might be vulnerable to the clothesline and will find herself flattened to the ground.

Courtney sighed as she floored Arika and she slammed on the mat."Girl, ignore them. Seriously!", she said, then got down and grabbed Arika by the hair. Courtney got down onto her back and yanked Arika's head into her thighs. She quickly closed her legs and began to slowly sqeeze Arika's head, forcing her face closer and closer to her crotch."I bet youy can't hear nuthin now", she growled down at her.

Owwowowowowww!"

Arika's hair had a history of being carefully conditioned through weeks of thorough cleaning. The poor girl couldn't decide what hurt worst; her precious, thick strands of brown hair nearly being ripped from her scalp or, the thought of it being handled so roughly. Arika shut her eyes and almost cried out Courtney's name in a plead to stop, but that was quickly swallowed back down her throat in quick reflex.
Arika wasn't a girl of many weaknesses, but from what anyone can tell by now, she was quite sensitive of her small, shapely body, as well as her delicate hair.

"C-court--oommmmppff!"

Her first chance to protest ended up being her last moments of oxygen. Immedialty, her face had been thrown into a dark, hot seal. Frantically, her hands seeked for an opening Courtney's grasp, hoping that she was stong enough to pry her legs apart, or atleast grant herself some moments of air.

"Mmmmrrrrhh!"

All that became harder to do once Courtnet began to squeeze. Arika's chest bucked about while her legs violently kicked the canvas. The poor girl was suffering, but boy did she look sooooo cute while doing it! " title="Very Happy" />

Courtney smirked, fixing her legs into a figure four headscissors."Poor thing, does it hurt?", she teased, sqeezing harder.

(Courtney, dont cuss me! I was away, baby! Forgive meeeeeeeeeee " title="Mad" /> )


"Aaargh!"
Arika's eye had widened the moment, she began to feel the large woman shift her position. One of Courney's legs, as thick and large as a wooden log, looked like it was coming in to corss over her other foot and seal the poor girl in between. In reflex, Arika's hands grabbed onto the thick slabs of Courtney's thigh-meat, doing her best to pull her head up and out of her leggy clamp. Though this manuever was by no means a good way to escape, it was the best thing she could come up with to grant herself some air.

"Gggrr---mmaagh!"
The little girl mumbled something unintelligible, her hips twisting and her legs kicking. As for everyone else who were STILL standing at ringside, they were enjoying every moment.

(By the way, I just realized a typing error I made a few posts back. Girl, I'm a retard)

(Girl, dont worry. You know Ive had my share of disapeerences lol. And dont worry bout grammar neither...seeing how GREAT mine is T.T)

Courtney smiled as Arika went for her leg, but quickly slipped her leg up and around her neck in the new headscissoring postion. She pulled back on her ankle her her other leg, tightening her thighs around Arika's head."Your little sqeauls are just so adorable....", she teased.

Great. As if Courtney looked dangerous enough, Arika never banked on Courtney's viciousness being on par with her intimidating presence. The little girl's attempt to buy herself some air had been cruely denied by a quick shift in position. With her throat crushed against the mass of the bigger woman, and her head now trapped in the meaty maw of Courtney's thighs, escape looked like more of a fantasy.

"Aach-aahh!.."

Arika's eyebrows curled sharply. Her face flushed red and her teeth clenched tightly. Yet, as the useless bucking and thrashing went on, the once aggressive attitude in the girl's face had faded. Now, the girl's face was nothing more than a pair of fluttering eyelids with her bottom lip slightly drooped open. Whatever words the little fighter had been trying to utter only came out in deep, raspy gags.

"Nnnnn....C-court...hynnhh"

Her voice was now a mere weak, empty shell of its former self. In a slothed effort, her slender hands vainly seek tries to reach out and grab thin air; her delusioned vision swearing that they were close to a rope. After Arika's hand uselessly swipes at the air before her, her hand slumps to the ground, motionless, like the rest of her body.

After a few momments, Courtney turned around to look at Arika, seeing that she was barely staying awake."Shit...I didn't want it to end so soon..", she sighed, letting go immediately and quickly going to Arika's side and shook her, seeing if she was still awake, or if she was out of it.

Arika wasn't sure what happened, but in a short burst, the little fighter snorted and sat back up, still coughing in between long, drawn out breaths for air.

"W-what..."

Last thing she remembered was how hot her face was feeling from being buried and pressed in between the hot prison of Courtney's thighs. Everything else after, though, was a blur.

"I didn't lose...did I?" Arika thought aloud.

"Naw, bitch, but you got F&cked up though! HAHAHA!"
Another random bystander shouted from outside the ring. Everyone else behind him started to laugh and comment amongst themselves, exchanging high fives and pretty much acting like total douches. Arika wasn't going to pay them any mind this time, though. After nearly losing the match, Arika knew better than to let a bunch of loud mouthes get in her head and ruin her focus.

If Courtney allowed her, Arika will rise on groggy feet and use her palm to nurse her pain throbbing head.