Talia Wilson vs Jesse James (Completed)

Talia shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Ack!" she cried as he pulled her up by her hair. His thighs squeezed in on her head while he sat on her back in a headscissors. The pink beauty reached up to his legs as if to manually pry them off her head but to no success. Most people's legs were just too strong; reversing the hold through power almost never worked for anyone. "Unnnh..." Talia groaned in pain; her sound muffled by the pressure of Jesse's legs around her head. "I..." she spoke through the pain. "I can take it!" she answered defiantly. Her face became red from the hold, her eyes closing in tenseness. Her right and left legs manage to climb to a sitting knee position though it doesn't do much for her in this hold. She reached around for something of his to grab onto but the awkward angle of his sit meant she only found more leg. The persevering wrestler started punch at the outside of Jesse's legs to try and weaken his grip, though it would likely take more than that to force him to release her.

Jesse was satisfied that Talia wasn't strong enough to pry off his thighs from around her head. They were his strongest part of the body, and had she been able to release them, it would've been a big setback for him. He was also happy about Talia swearing to be able to bear the pain, as it meant he could fight tougher without feeling too bad about it.

Jesse soon started feeling Talia's punches having good hits on him. Granted, she wasn't the strongest wrestler, but it still would've been too uncomfortable to just take the hits. Thus, he would try to grab hold of her wrists and lock them across his thighs, in order to stretch them to a very painful position. If he succeeded, her upper body would be quite effectively punished by him, but her sitting knee position meant that it was becoming increasingly for him to keep his balance.

Talia continued to try and squirm her way out of his Jesse's legs but his grip was just too tight. He then locked her arms across his thighs to stop her from punching at him. "Unnh..." she moaned in a mix of pain and frustration, feeling like she was running out of moves. She had to get out of the hold, it was beginning to take a toll on her body. She felt dizzy from the pressure, and tired as well. She did have one last hand to play. She would try to lift up (and as a result forward) with her shins and knees. She hoped that it would tilt them over enough for Jesse to either fall over; or at least let go of the headscissors to rebalance himself. If that happened, she'd immediately try to pull herself free; or at the very least push even further through; so her shoulder and arm would take the brunt of the scissors instead of her head. Though if she did manage to get free, she would immediately grab at Jesse's legs and try to trip him forward to the ground facefirst.

Jesse tried to stay on top of Talia as long as he could, but it was getting increasingly difficult as Talia was getting up to her knees. He had to decide whether to try preventing it, or keep the hold on her hands. He chose for the latter, thinking that she may not have enough strength to push him up enough, but that turned out to be a mistake. However, when he realized it, it was already too late to help his situation as she had gotten him pulled so much forward that it was impossible to keep on scissoring her. He tried rebalance himself, but Talia was fast enough to take advantage of the situation, and soon he felt his legs pulled backwards and tripped to the ground on his face. If she didn't keep the hold on his legs, he would try to get up to his feet.

Talia was relieved to have escaped the headscissors. She wasn't sure how much more of that she could take. As she saw Jesse tumble forward, she immediately jumped toward him and sat on his back. Finally she could get aggressive. For a moment she froze, ground submissions were not her game. But he would try anyways.

Taila slid to the left. She'd try to lock Jesse's left arm between her legs. She'd then interlock her fingers together in front of his face, and pull back in a crossface. Talia would bend her back as she pulled her up and toward her, trying to exert pressure on him.

Jesse felt Talia immediately mounting his back as he had gone to the floor. But she seemed to hesitate for a moment, allowing him to try getting up again. To his surprise, she immediately slid from on top of him, making it seem like he was going to get up. But it was all actually part of her plans.

As Jesse had gotten to his knees, Talia pulled his left arm, taking it between her legs. That prevented him from getting further up, and as he started trying to get his hand free, she locked in the crossface on him. He grunted in pain as she put more pressure on the hold, forcing him to the ground again. He would slam his legs to the ground, not because it could do any harm to her, but just to stand better the pain.

As Jesse went back to the ground, Talia amped up the pressure; at least as much as she could with her body's limits. She closed her eyes and pulled back with vigor. For a brief moment, she felt some pleasure in the pain she was causing. Knowing that she felt this though, suddenly made her feel guilty. Further, knowing that it was a wrestling match made her feel justified. And even further, using the rules of someone else to reason her own actions made her feel shallow.

All in all, she felt confused.

At least her belligerent thoughts didn't hinder her actions. After holding the submission hold for awhile, Talia would release her grip. As much as she imagined the hold was doing, she couldn't imagine it winning her the match. She needed to do more. She'd try to immediately crawl to his upper back, trying to pin his shoulders down with her knees. She would strike at the back of his head with both fists, hoping to do some damage.

Jesse sighed in relief as Talia finally released her hold. It gave him a breather, but he knew there was probably more coming. That turned out to be true, as he felt her crawling on his back. She pinned his shoulders to the ground, but instead of the expected submission hold, she started punching his head, and was definitely able to do damage. Jesse wasn't good at bearing hits to his head at all.

Jesse knew he had to act fast, as her strikes were stunning him more and more by the second. He would copy her previous strategy, trying to get onto his knees to make it her turn to be tripped on the mat, while trying to protect his head with his hands.

Talia may have gotten ahead of herself. She was focusing on causing enough damage to set Jesse up for some of her aerial moves. So much so, that she ignored his actions apart from the protecting of his head. "Take that! And that!" she'd yell with each punch. As she lifted up her arm with the intention to bring down her elbow, she suddenly felt herself lean forward and fall straight forward to her face. "Ack!" she said as her forehead hit the mat. She felt her face with her hand, surprised by her stumble; not entirely aware what had happened just yet. Even though she had just done the same reversal herself, it wasn't a usual tactic.

Usual or not, Jesse had been able to shake Talia off from his back. He let out a sigh of relief, as he wasn't really in a position where he could let her become more aggressive. Now he had a good chance to gain the upper hand, and wanted to plan his actions carefully. He kinda wanted to slam her with some power moves, but knew that he didn't really have much strength to do them, and trying out would be very risky. But as he knew he didn't have much time to decide, he tried to lift Talia's legs on his shoulders, and squeeze his arms around her waist. He would then try to stand up, and then perform the piledriver on her.