Jean vs Yatori - Special Gym match (complete)

Jean could feel Yatori squirming in her hold. She grit her teeth in some frustration not willing to let go.

Come on Yatori, I don't want to break your neck.

The guillotine choke was certainly one of the more dangerous holds to be in in a match like this and it almost looked like the ref was going to call it anyway even though Yatori has not given the sign yet. It 's almost as if the ref felt Yatori was already in danger.

Yatori was mimicking Jean's expression of displeasure. The hold was frustratingly difficult to get out of. But she still had energy and willpower to resist. She tugged at Jean's arm while moving her body into a stance that might be better off on her neck overall.

There's a chink in here somewhere...

The ref decided matters for both wrestlers. "Break it off," she ordered Jean. "You win this round." She then tapped Yatori. "Okay, that's it, you lose this round, stop that."

The Mafiosi froze. "Eh?" she grunted from her position.

::jean let Yatori go and lay back on the mat to catch her breath, smoothing out her red hair.

A chagrined Yatori settled into a kneeling position to massage her throat. "I hadn't tapped yet," she wryly commented.

"That hold was dangerous if you remained in it longer," the ref told her.

"Really?" Yatori truly looked surprised.

"Look, if you get into a hold you can't break out of-"

"Wakatta, I understand." She clapped her hands before her and tipped her head in apology. "Sorry for being slow. It won't happen again."

Then she smiled at the relaxing Jean. "Good round." She got up, then extended a friendly helping hand to Jean. "Come on, let's see if you can tie me."

Jean would accept yatori's hand to get up since she had been trying to recover breath. She smirked slightly at her. "Tie with you? I am gonna finish you off, baby."

Almost flirting.

"Ah," Yatori returned just as wickedly, pulling Jean up onto her feet, "But I still have a point over you," she reminded. "And you don't have that much time left."

Once Jean was standing, Yatori would release her and get into a standing grapple position.

Jean also got up to signify she was ready to conclude this. As the referee sginalled for start, Jean lunged forward and would try to tie up with Yatori but then slip a leg behind hers and try to trip her down.

Jean would be surprised by how firmly Yatori had set her foot into the mat to stop the trip. The Mafiosi looked right into her opponent's face with a very different smile than usual. Her smile wasn't the careless one she seemed to always favor, but one of intensity, which Jean would instantly recognize to be a fighting smile paired with burning green eyes.

She could have counterattacked. Instead, Yatori seemed intent on holding both Jean and herself in seemingly static immobility despite Jean's best efforts, her preferred display of strength and skill.

Jean chose to reciprocate, not trying to pull any slick moves yet. Almost a cotest of leg strength to see which of their shapely legs would win out as jean conntinued to try and press against ehr.

Yatori's smile remained steady even as her leg continued to steadily pressure Jean's. Her fingers firmly clamped upon her opponent's bare shoulders for support. Her eyes bored into Jean's, challenging and also enjoying their stalemate.

It was a very different contest from what the audience had come to expect, and quite surprisingly nerve-racking. Who of the two beauties would fall first? The earthen-haired Japanese-Italian, or the fire-haired American? They leaned forward to get better views of the furiously silent combat.