Keep up the scores! (Killcarrion)

While the two wrestlers recovering from their second round, the announcer sudden speak up and saying instead of 5 points or more to win the match, they instead need 3 or more, so making it much much harder or easier for the both wrestlers to win the score by a sliver of their points to win the match, can go either side really.

**Shoot! Are you kidding me?!** she thought to making it just both nervous about winning and losing, Bryan can defeat her with anything but she can do the same too, though she lost in the second round and still sore, her confident not as high like a flying elbow drop, but pretty low expectation. But either way, the match must go on.


Once they could get start it she would move towards to the center where Bryan is waiting for her, ready for their final round, stepping up in front of him as her body recovered a little bit, better than before at least, seeing him as she tries to eyeing him with confident as Bryan coming toward him and looks like for a lock up, she would try go for it but he kick out surprising her with a kick to her stomach. "Oufff!" Double over as she grunt from the kick, puffy face showing.

Bryan had only just raised his hands for his fake lock up when he was forced to do a quick double take back towards the timekeeper when he heard the announcer practically make this round "sudden death". With the bar for victory lowered from 5 points to 3 now any old pin or submission would put either one of them over and put an end to the match.

Bryan had every right to turn to the official and call shenanigans on this whole freaking thing, but he had a feeling he would just be pissing in the wind at that point, not like they would change the rules back cause he bitched and moaned about it. In any case the sudden rule change may have worked out in his favor anyway since Yasei took the last fall and was most definitely the more winded of the two.

With Yasei still stunned by the swift punt, Bryan instincts put him on automatic as he swiftly stepped to Yasei’s side intent on building upon what little momentum he has going on right now. Reaching between the cowgirls sexy thighs, the model athlete patted around her stomach until he clasped his hand on her wrist, though not without a flash of red on his face from accidentally feeling up on her crotch in the blind search. Yanking back so her own arm was stuck between her legs would keep Yasei hunched over with her thonged ass sticking out and unable to move save for some squirming here and there.

“My bad bout this, but this whole thing just got way more time sensitive, ya know?” Bryan felt his heart start to race as he mentally psyched himself up for this next part. Leaning forward to hook his other arm with Yasei’s, the model athlete counted to three in his head before heaving her up off the mat. Twisting and turning the cowgirl in mid-air, Bryan muscles flared up from intense exertion as he tried to keep her aloft for as long as possible before bringing the helpless cowgirl back down to earth and to the unforgiving canvas below in a delayed pump-handle slam.

Yasei didnt see it coming when she get kicked in the stomach, most likely being distracted or even thinking about the 'sudden death' changes to make the match way tougher on the wrestlers, or easier, depending on their point of view. For her, its tougher since she double over and now Bryan is getting the advantage over her with her arm being grabbed and pulling up between her legs forcing her to keep been over while same time she blushed a bit when her butt and crotch being rubbed by his hand, accident or not.

"Ugh, what are you doing?!" protesting as she wiggle herself trying to get out but once her other arm is hooked under and began lifting her up, she couldnt turn her body or anything in the air as the sexy cowgirl flies in the air before thrown down pretty hard slamming her back right to the mat, she yelp from the impact as her body bounces couple of times before rolling on her side, showing her butt at him, not intentionally, reaching her back clutching in pain.

The high impact slam brought some members of the crowd to their feet and Bryan slumping down to his knees in exhaustation, his hands resting on his waist. His toned chest expanding and contrasting from his strained panting, the model athlete struggled to catch his breath again after slamming Yasei back down to the canvas in what was for him an unorthodox power move. Usually he kept his game plan to revolve around his speed and basic repertoire of flashy wrestling moves, but with Yasei bent over like that the idea struck him and decided to go for a maneuver definitely out of the norm for him, appearing to pay off in dividends.

Peering down at the cowgirl's curvaceous, nude frame writhing and shuffling around on the mat...time seemed to slow to a crawl as he his mind wandered...

"...Hmm? Ah shit..." Caught daydreaming for who knows how long, Bryan only just then snapped himself out of it by shaking his head and slapping his cheek. Even this far into the match and after seemingly resolving himself to stay focused, Bryan was still fighting the tempting distraction that was jiggling in his face....man....that's just not fair.

Bemoaning his cruel fate, Bryan would roll Yasei over drape his chiseled chest abs over Yasei's sumptuous curves, exchanging body heat while also raising her leg for the first pin attempt of the match.

"1!"

Yasei didnt see it coming, nor able to get out of his hold that pretty much wraps her up in a weird position until he lifts her up and slamming her back pretty hard onto the mat that laid her out, panting and covered in sweats, breathing as her busty nearly bare breasts heaving up n down before her body getting pinned down with her leg hook up going for the pin.

"TWO!"

First count passed fairly quickly and two count got called, she slightly moving under his body and trying to wake up, wiggling that slide her chest against his body and rubbing her smooth skin against his, she tried to kick out before the final three count if lucky.

The unexpected friction of Yasei's heaving chest compressed against his chiseled pectorals and her labored breaths cascading down his neck made the relatively rudimentary pin attempt exceptionally more intimate, considering that aside from the skimpiest of outfits on her part their was nothing preventing their sweat drenched frames from sharing eachother's body heat. It was more than enough of a distraction for the model athlete to even briefly forget about the pin attempt taking place, shifting off to the sides when Yasei just barely broke free with a last second kickout.

"...Damn, man...." Bryan was nudged off of her but still primarily kept the rest of his toned body laying atop her, breathing heavily himself and in no state of mind to ease up off the cowgirl stunner. In fact, all this scintillating skin contact gave him a gnarly idea for how to end this match without putting the sexy cowgirl through any more pain.

"C'mon Yas, whattya say you stay down, take the 'L'...an I promise to make it up to yah after....in any way you want..." Bryan intimately whispered inches from her ear, his left hand gradually trailing down her abs below her waist. Yasei has been using her smokin hot bod to earn her an advantage, it's time the tables were turned...

The hottest cowgirl kicked out just in time before the three count, not wanting to lose at all, no matter what and even pushing her body to the limit, she couldnt move right away after kicking out as she laying there panting a bit, taking a breather while her ample chest moving up n down, slowly opening her eyes to see Bryan just looking at her just thinking on what to do to her, she'll have to think of something, but the way he saying and the way his hand gliding down on her body, he does want her very much.

"Huff, huff, no way buddy.... Im a stubborn cowgirl, you'll have to persuade me harder than that.... or go very slowly on me...." She teased even in her condition right now, while she can feel his hand moving down to her waist, it seems like a good opportunity to try bringing her shapely legs around his arm and neck, locking it in and to make things harder for him, possibly, holding his hand to pull up and wedge it between her breasts, that way, his mind might be all over the place while trapping him in her Triangle Choke Hold, though slightly weaken.

"Whaheywaitasec!!" Bryan himself was so totally swept up in the art of wooing that he wouldn't even notice the shapely legs coil around his head until the leggy vice snapped shut around his neck with the yanking of his arm cinching in the hold perfectly. While not immediate Bryan was already starting to feel the dazing effects of having limited blood flow to the brain, groaning in exertion from the sudden constriction.

The model athlete would climb to his knees before extending his leg to the ropes, the tip of his toe still about three feet from them even after stretching as far as he could. Not that he wouldn't give it the old college try, slowly inching himself closer by the second with Yasei being gradually shifted along the mat as well.

"Hugh...Ah come on...was it something I said?!" Whilst this wouldn't technically be the first time Bryan would have his romantic advances coldly spurned, in most cases it resulted in no more than a slap in the cheek or getting splashed with a face full of whatever cocktail the offended lady had in her hand at the time. But with the AFW ladies apparently came a more...aggressive response to unwarranted advances. An insightful observation Bryan would have to remember for next time...when he wasn't getting choked the fuck out between a nude cowgirls thighs.

While Yasei having her amazing legs latching around Bryan neck and squeezing him as she could, though not as strong as she was hoping for but she still determine to try her best. Continuing to squeeze the life out of him she started to feel him shifting a bit towards to the ropes and he even teasing her some, which is sweet, teasing is what she likes. "Mmmmm, not really, is something you didnt... try hard, enough....." she teased him

But while her back is on the mat and technically Bryan is on top of her, its almost like it can go both ways from tapping out on Bryan or getting pin on Yasei or both? Unsure whats going to happen but the referee isnt going to wait to find out, getting on her knees as the referee in black n white stripes getting down to start the count on Yasei.

"ONE!"

"Shoot! Bryan, take out dangnabbit!" She did her best to tense the legs of her and holding onto his arm trying to make him tap out before she would be counted for pinfall, unless by force she'll have to break up the hold or Bryan grabbing the ropes, the possibly can swing either way!

Being encouraged to try harder to win over the rowdy cowgirl's affections did little to alleviate Bryan's major concern at the moment, namely his waning consciousness from his head being clamped on between Yasei's legs as she yanked on his arm to doubly lock him in place. Though now he would be cursed with the regret of never truly knowing whether Yasei was pulling his leg or if she actually would have been down with it if only he pursued her just a little bit more...

"2!"

"..Hggh.." Byran's efforts to reach the ropes would slowly die out the longer he was in the choke hold, the model athlete growing more lightheaded as his extended leg ceased reaching for the bottom rope and dropped to the mat. Arguably their were far worse ways to lose, and passing out with his flustered face inches away from the cowgirls crotch would have been a dream come true for most. But Bryan knew when he was licked, fuzzy images in his vision a dead giveaway of just that. To stave off any further embarrassment and to make sure he could at least walk out of the match on his own two feet, Bryan would limply tap his submission with his free hand on the side of Yasei's leg.