Miss Spencer vs. Mistress Isabelle ~Submission Maneuvers~

Spencer wasn't stupid; she knew this simple hold wouldn't finish off Isabelle, not by a long shot. So instead of keeping it held in further, she actually released the mistress. She moved off of her back towards her side, near her head, where the teacher would go to wrap her arms around Isabelle's neck again, this time in the form of a headlock. She gave the mistress a single, painful wrench with this, then started to push up to her feet, keeping the hold locked in to drag Isabelle up with her.

Released from the sleeper hold, she found herself in Spencer's side headlock. It was rather tight, and she couldn't seem to break free from that, either. She was dragged to her feet where she remained in the headlock.

She placed her hand on her opponent's back, while waving the other around in the air to signify that she wasn't going to submit.

Miss Spencer wasn't counting on the headlock to force a submission. No, the teacher had other plans for her hold. She was simply using it to pull Isabelle back to her feet, and once they were standing she would rush forward with the mistress, jumping up slightly then dropping towards the mat, intending to drop her opponent back into the canvas with a bulldog.

Isabelle met the canvas yet again, this time in a bulldog. After having her face smashed into the canvas, she turned over onto your back. With her legs flat on the mat, she briefly held her face before subtly brushing the hair from her face.

She grunted in pain as she laid there.

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief as Isabelle went into the mat. Things were good, things were turning around to her advantage. Now she just needed to capitalize on her earlier moves.

She crawled around towards Isabelle's head, going to grab her short hair again, jerking her up into a sitting position. Once the mistress was up, Spencer went to kneel behind her, slipping her arm up to place Isabelle into a sleeper hold again, thinking ahead to what she would do if she could get the move locked in without too much resistance.

Isabelle was locked in yet another sleeper hold. She gritted her teeth as she felt her opponent's arm wrap around her neck. Rather than sit there and do nothing in the hold, Isabelle attempted to swing her left arm back, hoping to elbow Spencer in the side to escape the hold.

Spencer took the elbow right in the side of her ribs, wincing at the sharp pain. Her sleeper loosened up slightly, but even as it did Spencer was adjusting herself again, moving her legs so that they could snake around Isabelle's waist, wrapping them around the woman and starting to put the squeeze on her with them.

The elbow to Spencer's rib had little effect as Isabelle found herself being wrapped in Spencer's legs.

Caught in the sleeper/bodyscissors combo, Isabelle was trapped.

"Aah! No! Let go!" Isabelle pleaded with her opponent to let go as she tried to push on one of Spencer's legs to break the scissors.

Spencer leaned back once she had both the sleeper and the scissors locked in, lying back on the mat with Isabelle on top of her, the rear naked choke fully locked in on the mistress. She struggled to keep her legs around Isabelle's waist. Her legs weren't weak, but they weren't as strong as some of the women's in the AFW. The teacher dropped her voice to a low whisper, hoping to distract Isabelle as she worked her over.

"Begging with me now, Isabelle...?" She whispered softly to her, though her voice still had an air of a commanding tone to it. "Not so dominant as you put on? It's as I thought...every so-called mistress in this company is just putting up a facade, a group of scared little girls trying to act tough..."

She gave her arm a jerk around Isabelle's neck before she continued. "Submit, and I'll end this...otherwise, this lesson will continue..."

She was being taunted in the tight hold. Isabelle didn't like that but she couldn't escape, although she tried. She tried rolling from left to right, trying to find the ropes, and hopefully she'd find them soon.

"Let me out of this and I'll show you how dominant I am!"

She felt her opponent's arm give a jerk, which jerked her neck as she felt the hold sink in tighter. She pounded at her opponent's legs, still looking for the ropes