Tiffany vs. Dmitri - East Meets West

Tiffany sounded surprised that the kick missed, and even more surprised when Dmitri grabbed her in a sleeperhold. Truth be told, he was a little surprised, himself. Using an actual wrestling move in a wrestling match? What was he thinking?

The height difference became painfully obvious, as he has to stay on his tiptoes just to keep the hold locked in correctly. But it seemed to be working well enough, all the same, and if that was the case, he was going to drag it out for as long as he could. He even brought his legs up and wrapped them around her waist, securing the hold even further and squeezing her middle.

With a quiet groan, Tiffany staggered about with Dmitri on her back. The agile martial artist had put his powerful legs to use, squeezing at her abdomen with a body scissors, while keeping pressure with his sleeper hold. For now, the cowgirl's well toned body would act like a fortress's walls, providing a measure of protection against the attack on her body. The sleeper hold locked in around her neck and head were another matter though.

A plan came to mind, born on impulse. Reaching back, she clasped Dmitri's head to her own, looking to fit his jaw against the top of her head. Then, she would jump and drop to a sitting position, in a modified jaw breaker. The force of the impact would transfer between the two wrestlers, from Tiffany's head to his, hurting them both. But the cowgirl was prepared, and hopefully, Dmitri wasn't..

Dmitri had to note that she had a great body, and he didn't just mean from the way she looked, though he could certainly appreciate how beautiful she was. Gorgeous, even. But her body was every bit as sold as it looked, with muscles built like iron and bones like bricks. She was solid, and he could feel it as her clamped down, her frame refusing to give under the crush.

Dmitri honestly wasn't sure what happened next. She reached up, grasped his and held it right on top of her own...and then there was pain. Solid, solid pain through out his head, like spike jutting through the skull. He let out a weak cry and fell back, releasing her and hold his head as he rolled from side to side, groaning

After Dmitri fell away, Tiffany clasped her hand to the top of her head, rubbing it briskly. No matter how ready you are, having someone's skull thud with yours was never pleasant.
"Christ on a cracker that stung...." she muttered, getting to her feet.

Shaking her head to clear it, the American made her way to where Dmitri lay. Reaching down to grab his head with both hands, Tiffany would begin to pull him up to his feet, wanting to irish whip him towards the ropes. Taking a step forward as Dmitri rebounded off the ropes, she would bend down, preparing to elevate him so that the light weight martial artist would tumble through the air head of heels and land on his back!

Dmitri was writhing in pain on the floor, but he had a faint, dismal hope that maybe, just maybe, she would be too winded to really capitalize and give him some time to get back up.

He was wrong.

She was on him soon enough, dragging him up to his feet and tossing him to the side of the ring like the rag doll he surely looked like. He hit the turnbuckle, a solid impact, and stumbled forward, only to be caught on her shoulder and flipped clean over the terrifying Texan's back, landing in an even worse mess than the one he was in just a moment ago.

Tiffany felt like she had the match settled down to a pace more to her liking. She would walk a slow circle around Dmitri, studying the fallen martial artist while deciding how to attack next.
Lithe, dark haired, with a handsome face that didn't drift into the androgynous pretty boy sort of look that seemed to be popular in Asian pop culture. She didn't really want to settle on his chest and start raining blows to that face.
So....legs then? What was that line from the old Karate Kid movie? 'If a man can't stand, he can't fight', wasn't it? That might work.
Reaching down, she would try to seize one of Dmitri's ankles, trying to use it for leverage to roll him over onto his stomach.
"Sorry hon...but I really don't need any more kicks coming from you..." she'd say before trying to settle into a single leg boston crab.

Okay, so the match wasn't exactly going his way so far. No problem. He could hurt Tiffany, he'd demonstrated that much, it was just a matter of getting up to do it. Easier said than done.

He started to sit up as the fog cleared, but she was on his just in time, grabbing him by the ankle and twisting him on his back. Dmitri was only starting to get really familiar with wrestling moves, but even this one was familiar to him - the Single-Leg Boston Crab, his trainer called it. And it was every bit as painful as it looked in the book.

Dmitri groaned, ignoring her words as he tried to pull forward, going for the ropes, hoping he could reach before she did irrevocable damage to his greatest assets.

Tiffany still possessed good ring awareness. As Dmitri began to his trek to the safety of the ropes, the cowgirl waited, and waited, biding her time.
She had to admit, she was impressed. For Dmitri, it must have been torture, carrying both her weight and his while his leg was being bent and pressure was forced onto his lower back. Still, there was no quit from him.

When he started to get close, Tiffany would stand up, while trying to keep her grip on Dmitri's ankle. Then, she would attempt to start pulling him away from the ropes, back towards the center of the ring.

Torture, indeed. Every foot he gained seemed to ratchet the agony up by degrees. His leg flared, raw with pain, but he was close...so close. Could almost touch the ropes...

Then she dragged him back, screaming with agony all the way.

She wasn't going to let him get out of this that easy. No, he'd have to fight his way out, and he'd have to do it soon, while his leg was still good enough to at least standing on, even if he couldn't do an effective kick with it. Gritting his teeth, Dmitri placed his palms down flat and pushed up, try to alleviate stress just a bit and give his other leg some freedom. He swung it up, trying to kick her in the chest and give her some incentive to let go.

"Ungh!"
Just when Tiff was getting ready to reapply her hold, Dmitri informed her that he didn't approve of that plan, via foot to the chest.
Forced to release his leg, the Texan was forced back a few steps.
"Just like a man. I say I want to be closer, you decide you want some space.." she chided with a grin, her arms going up to a guard position.

Not entirely sure about Dmitri's abilities at this point, Tiffany hung back slightly, waiting to see how nimbly Dmitri got back to his feet.