Miss Spencer vs. Mistress Isabelle ~Submission Maneuvers~

Spencer was in a bad place, a bad, bad place. Her arm was starting to lose feeling from the hold, and she could feel Isabelle growing more confident of her place in the match with each taunt she flung towards the teacher.

Can't let her...get the better of me...Spencer thought to herself, her mind racing as Isabelle worked her over. She finally found her opportunity though, when she felt Isabelle moving and shifting her position. As she felt Isabelle's legs moving up, trying to lie over her neck, she reached around with her good, free arm, trying to drive a hard punch into Isabelle's thigh, then a second one, then a third, hoping the sudden, repeated strikes would distract her or get her to loosen up.

The sudden strikes from Spencer caught Isabelle off-guard and seemed to have given her a charlie horse.

She was forced to relinquish the hold as she rolled away, got to her feet and began favoring her leg, trying to rub out the pain.

"You little shit! You're going to pay for that!" a frustrated Isabelle exclaimed as she put her foot back on the mat. She limped toward Spencer to keep her momentum, as she looked to continue her dominance.

Spencer lied there as Isabelle rolled away, rolling over and grabbing for her arm as soon as it was released, trying to nurse some feeling back into it.

When she heard Isabelle's declaration though she would quickly try to scramble to her feet, moving back from the mistress. She wanted to put some distance in-between them and give herself a chance to recover, hoping her strikes to Isabelle's thigh would keep her slowed enough for Spencer to catch her breath.

The strikes delivered to her legs when she had the armbar locked on did more damage than Isabelle would care to admit. She limped around, trying to avoid any contact, to try and rub out the pain. It would be hard to wrestle on bad legs.

Once she felt she was fine, she proceeded to walk toward Spencer. She grabbed Spencer's left hand and whipped her toward the ropes. She was hoping to connect with a spinebuster to Spencer on her way back, looking to put her back where she thought she belonged.

Spencer was grabbed easily and flung towards the opposite ropes. By this time though, the teacher was ready to try to turn this match around, ready to try and back up her big words. As she rebounded off the ropes and bounced back towards Isabelle, she regained some control of herself and her movements. She dropped to the mat as she approached her, falling to the canvas near the mistress and throwing out her legs, trying to catch her in a sort of drop-toe hold, hoping to bring Isabelle down to the mat.

Instead of inflicting damage upon her opponent with a spinebuster, she was startled to find herself the victim of Spencer's drop toe hold. The move sent her face-first into the mat. Her head bounced off the canvas as she began holding her face in pain.

Spencer knew deep inside that this was her chance. With Isabelle lying belly-down on the mat, she burst into motion, crawling over to the mistress and going to sit upon her lower back, trying to mount her from behind. Once she had a firm seat atop Isabelle, she reached down, grabbing a handful of her short hair and jerking her upwards, pulling her backwards towards herself, then she would try to slip her arm around Isabelle's neck, putting her into a tight sleeper hold. It was a simple move, but much like Isabelle's armbar, Spencer was counting on it to wear her down for something more.

Isabelle soon found herself wrapped up on the mat. With Spencer on top of her, she was locked in a sleeper hold.

"Ahh! Nooo!" Isabelle wanted no part of this hold as she waved her arm around. With Spencer on top of her, she couldn't go anywhere. She tried pulling on Spencer's arm to loosen the hold enough to escape,

Spencer grit her teeth, trying to keep the hold locked in despite Isabelle's prying on it. She using her good arm for the hold, using the weaker one for support as she tightened up the hold, wanting to wear down Isabelle as much as she could before she released her.

"Submit!" She cried out, drops of sweat glistening on her brow as she tried to work Isabelle over. "Give up and drop the mistress gimmick!"

Spencer's arms around Isabelle's neck and head in the sleeper hold were wearing her down. Isabelle's movements began slowing. She was slowly tapping on Spencer's arms, but not in submission.

"Uggh. Let...me...go!" She demanded as she continued to try and fight this wear-down submission. It certainly was wearing her down.