Fallon Terrazas vs. Mikayla Pryor

The crowd was starting to get loud now. Excited by this recent development, they started cheering, raising their voices, yelling as Mikayla started to throw her body forward, only adding to her own pain, screaming in exertion as she tried to carry herself and Fallon towards the ropes. She was successful in her efforts, but Fallon was wily, and wasn't going to let her go that easily; Fallon stopped and smashed her butt down on Mikayla's back harder, trying to keep her in place, while she tried to grab the leg that Mikayla had managed to yank free with one hand.

Mikayla would continue resisting. She kept writhing and thrashing, and eventually turned over onto her side, making Fallon's perch atop her rather awkward. Frustrated, the brunette would start bouncing her butt again, trying to squash Mikayla and make her stop her struggles. "Give it up, Mikki!" Fallon would insist, but only seconds later her blonde opponent managed to turn the match around yet again.

Fallon had managed to stop Mikayla's advance towards the ropes for a few seconds, but she couldn't keep her blonde friend down when that kick struck the back of her knee. Fallon cried out as her knee would buckle and she would lose her Boston Crab hold on Mikayla. Frustrated, Fallon would try to get it back, but the Minnesotan was already scrambling again.

Reluctantly, Fallon would let the other girl go and fall back, rubbing her leg for a second before slowly getting up to her feet and turning around, ready to go on the offensive again as soon as Mikayla was on her feet.

"Urragh!"

Mikayla knew that Fallon was not going to simply let her escape from the Boston Crab without some trouble, and Fallon rocking her butt onto Mikayla's back made the blonde cry out anew from the fresh blast of pain that it sent up her spine. The impact made her stumble off of her propped arms for a moment and recover, but she did not let it stop her permanently. After letting the pain subside, she renewed her escape attempts, and to her relief, it looked like they were going to succeed, even if the whole process ended up ripping her in half. But she could handle it. All those times being stepped on and falling off of horses or impaling her foot on something in the woods had paid off with her pain threshold.

Even that threshold nearly was not enough when she got one leg loose from the submission hold, and Fallon started dropping down onto her with the opposite leg at such a painful angle as it was. "Eeeaugh....aaah! Not...going...urgh...to...", she breathed back to Fallon, in defiance. Her leg probably would have been better off falling off at this point, as much as Mikayla thought it was coming apart at its meeting with her hip.

She stuck with it, knowing that if she just shouldered the pain to get out that the agony would come to an end. Kicking Fallon made her hurt all the way to her shoulder, but she felt her heel connect with Fallon's leg somewhere that would hopefully see her other leg fall free from the submission hold. As it would turn out, it had. The brunette cried out, and Mikayla's entire body sagged in sweet relief as her leg fell to the mat. As badly as she wanted to lie down and let her muscles recover from the pain in her legs, glutes, and back, she did not wait around to rest where she was, instead forcing herself the few more feet to the ropes to make sure she was safe from any further submission holds. Once there, she draped her arm over the bottom rope, then turned to see where Fallon was. Just a few feet away, looking like she was ready to go again already. The crowd, energized by the escape and by seeing two obviously competitive women in the ring together, seemed to be in a bigger frenzy than before. It helped with Mikayla's recovering to hear them, somehow.

Mikayla only took the time to breathe a few times and rub some of the tension from her thighs and sides with her free hand before she pulled herself up to the second rope and then up to her feet. Rest would be great, but she was not going to be a passive spectator in her first match. She was far too assertive for that, even if it was probably incredibly dumb to be trying to get to her feet again so soon. Ah, well, she didn't want to disappoint her friend in this fantastic battle they were having, did she? Hunched over with her chest heaving, she probably didn't look like she should be up fighting again as she stood with a hand on the ropes. Maybe that was to her advantage. She could think up some way to strike back at Fallon, who might get too aggressive, the same way Mikayla had a while earlier after her camel clutch. It was...a gamble, but worth a try to make a response.

"Not got me yet...Fal...", she added, with a wink and a hand running through her sweaty blonde mane, to try and get her friend back on the offensive. If it didn't work...well, Mikayla would have to pretend like she didn't have any aches or fatigue and try to get out of whatever else Fallon would bring...and a woman as sensational as the California would bring something, for sure.

Fallon did her best to keep Mikayla under control, to keep her from being able to pull away and get back up onto her feet and to get back into the match. Mikayla was too determined to be denied, however, and her kick managed to strike Fallon's leg just right, and with enough force, that the brunette had no choice but to let her friend go and cut her losses, getting back up onto her feet before Mikayla had a chance to reverse the hold on her.

"Haah..." Fallon would pant, catching her breath after getting up onto her feet. Her eyes went to the ropes just a few feet away, where Mikayla was currently pulling herself back up onto her feet just seconds after she had broken free from a hold that had had her screaming like a banshee in pain. Fallon could not help but be impressed by the Minnesotan blonde's toughness. If she had a hat, she would have tipped it to Mikayla. The girl was showing a million reasons why Fallon should become infatuated with her. Fallon really would have only needed one.

When Mikayla got back up onto her feet and pooh-poohed Fallon's previous taunting, the brunette would smirk and run the back of her hand over her sweaty forehead. "You're tough, Mikki, but I can tell that you're hurt and tired...let me help you get to sleep, huh? I'll give you a faceful of ass that will put you right out!"

Fallon was going on the offensive now. She rushed forward, trying to look out for tricks. She saw none, but she would still move slowly to be sure. She would ball her hand into a fist, pull it back, and then swing it forward, aiming right for Mikayla's belly button, hoping a hard belly punch would make the blonde crumple.

Mikayla decided not to take the time to analyze every sore spot on her body or every source of her fatigue, because if she did, it would take entirely too long. The escape had put even more of a strain on her than the actual hold, but she counted being up on her own two feet, even if the legs attached to those feet were aching above her thighs, as a victory over being pushed down into the mat and subjected to Fallon's bouncing like a helpless damsel. Her efforts might end up with her ravaged lower back and legs giving out on her while she tried to stay toe-to-toe with her Californian friend, but at least she would be fighting standing up and not...moaning while lying down.

And speaking of moaning... Mikayla had to focus very...very intently to not let the curiously enticing image from a few moments before pop back into her head as Fallon mentioned the "faceful" of her ass that she liked to talk about so much. "I'll sleep after you buy me that dinner," she replied, playfully, after she sucked in a breath that finally helped her get caught up from all her panting. While everything at her torso was sore and she knew she likely would not be able to match everything Fallon did step for step with her body worn down, Mikayla didn't feel like she was imminent on falling over or collapsing from the damage that the submission hold had caused.

But she wanted Fallon to think she was. Mikayla wrapped her gloved hand tightly around the ropes as if they were her lifeline, continuing to suck in heavy breaths and occasionally brace her other hand against her burning hips. She had no plans to take to any dirty tactics, but if Fallon was going to stay aggressive, the Minnesotan had to do something to match. After a moment, the brunette rushed in, ready to launch another assault, and Mikayla pushed her back up against the ropes in what might have looked like mousiness if her eyes hadn't been so alert. It was obvious by the brunette's body language that Fallon was going to punch her, and it flashed in Mikayla's mind that that Fallon really liked punching bellies.

Fortunately, that knowledge paid off, as Mikayla threw her torso to the side, grunting in pain at the sudden motion, and avoided Fallon's swing. The blonde stayed in motion, looking to take advantage of Fallon's miss by shooting an arm out with plans to hook it around Fallon's neck to drag the brunette along with her as she slipped past.

Fallon charged forward, ready to run straight into Mikayla and give her a nice, solid, devastating punch to the belly. The blonde was tough, and was hanging in there, but her body language told the tale of a girl who was only just barely able to still stay up on her feet. A little more punishment, Fallon assumed, and her friend was going to go down, hard. Then it would just be a matter of a simple facesit, a submission, and then...

Fallon charged in and swung her fist towards Mikayla's belly, but it connected with nothing but air. Immediately, she realized that Mikayla had been leading her on, at least a little bit. There really was no way a single hold, even a Boston Crab as devastating as that one, was going to all but finish off a girl as incredibly resilient and strong as Mikayla. The Californian would try to push herself away and regroup, but Mikayla caught her before she could, wrapping an arm around her head and pulling her along in the other direction. Fallon nearly tripped over her own feet as she spun on them, her momentum in one direction halted, her body now carried along against its will in the other direction.

"Uguh!" Fallon grunted, as she was dragged along. She would put her fists into action again, once more trying to hammer away at Mikayla's belly, now not to sustain an advantage, but to simply avoid being put at a serious disadvantage. "Not...gonna happen!" she would growl, as she did her best to force Mikayla to free her.

Mikayla was very pleased that her little gambit worked, even if moving so quickly did not feel good in the slightest. Once Mikayla felt her arm snake around Fallon's head, she started moving in the other direction, not entirely sure what she wanted to do to retaliate yet but knowing that she should decide quickly before Fallon slipped her way out of the simplistic method of attack.

Fallon did not slip out, but she started fighting back, Mikayla taking a shot to the side of her stomach that reverberated across her sore muscles. "Agh!", she cried, before winding herself behind Fallon to make it so the Californian couldn't keep delivering blows to her. With adrenaline pumping again from the situation, Mikayla was able to ignore the body blow long enough to get herself almost fully behind Fallon. Still letting momentum carry her, she flung herself off of her feet, looking to drag Fallon down by the neck in a sudden sleeper slam to rattle the Californian's neck and back.

Fallon did not want to stay in this head hold for any longer than was absolutely necessary, and she hoped that the shot that she delivered right into Mikayla's stomach would be enough to force the blonde to release her. It did hurt Mikayla—that much was obvious from the pained cry which it elicited—but it did not force her to let go. The girl was going to persevere, it seemed, and, when she got behind Fallon, the brunette was now no longer even able to punch her opponent in the stomach. She squirmed in the hold, not quite sure how she was going to get out of it, but knowing that she had to, somehow.

"Gaaagh...leggo...gonna get you, Mikki..." Fallon would croak, her face red from exertion as she breathed raspily. Momentum had once again swung completely in Mikayla's direction, and Fallon found herself at the blonde's mercy. This time, though, she was not going to fall victim to a long, painful camel clutch, or any other hold of that nature. Mikayla may have her for now, for a while, but Fallon was going to strike back just as soon as she could.

Before she did, though, she was in for a little more pain. Mikayla pulled her backwards now, once again changing the direction of Fallon's stumbling. Then, the blonde left the mat, and brought Fallon down hard backwards onto the canvas, slamming her authoritatively, rattling her head and sending a wave of pain through her back.

The brunette could not help but cry out, flailing with both of her hands, wincing as she felt the sudden movements she was making cause her now-wounded back to sting. "Yyaananngh!"

Mikayla just needed to gain something from her reversal of Fallon's punch, and that need made her more desperate and more willing to resort to a tactic that she did not exactly think through before she executed it. The arm around Fallon's neck and escape from the ropes had been the first step of her not-plan, and getting around behind Fallon after taking the blow to the stomach that she tried to ignore was the second step. It was working in a way, with the way Fallon was strangling on her words and struggling against Mikayla's tightly-constricting arm, but Mikayla could not drag the brunette around for much longer without her friend eventually overwhelming her in her weakened state.

So, she chose to surrender her own body to trying to knock Fallon's down as roughly as she possibly could. That was step three of her not-plan. With her arm around Fallon's head and situated from behind now, Mikayla knew that she could probably slam the woman down painfully onto her back if she could generate enough force to to actually do the slam. Her momentum as she flung her own body to the canvas was the best choice to her pain-addled and adrenaline-fueled mind.

Mikayla pushed off on her toes and threw her legs up, tightening her arm around Fallon's neck as she brought both of them to the ground and braced herself for the impact. As her butt and the bottom of her back smacked against the canvas, she cried out in pain almost in harmony with Fallon and immediately let the brunette go to bring a nursing hand to her spine and roll over onto her stomach, both girls in a mutual bout of groaning to nurse their individual injuries. Mikayla was only feet from her friend, who was reeling on the mat herself and probably set for whatever Mikayla had in mind, but the blonde had ignited all the pain of the Boston Crab again with the impact herself. She stayed face-down on the mat a good few seconds, perfectly still as she screwed up her face in response to the pain and held her hand against her back, but after a few moments to get over the initial shock and start to deal with the pain, she started to push herself up onto her knees. "Aaaaagh..."

Fallon was doing her best to suffer through the pain and get back up and fight, but it was a very, very difficult process. Her body didn't seem to want to obey her after she was slammed down onto the mat. Her back was stinging acutely, and her head was ringing after thumping hard against the mat. She still felt energetic, but...her energy didn't really feel focused. She wasn't feeling very focused. And even if she did have enough energy to keep going, whether or not all of her body parts would stay in good working order in order to keep this fight going was another matter entirely.

Mikayla let her go, and Fallon would flop down completely flat on the canvas, breathing heavily, hands holding her head as she tried to get it to stop ringing so loudly. "Urrgghuh..." she groaned, as slowly her head stopped spinning. Once it did, all the other aches and pains that were wracking her body became much more apparent. She moaned loudly, slowly rolling over onto her stomach as the pain hit her hard.

"Guh...ah..." Well, at least Mikayla hadn't hit her again yet. When she managed to look up, Fallon saw that Mikayla was in a bad shape, too—well, that made sense. She must have come down hard on the canvas, too, when she threw Fallon down. Mikayla was getting up onto her knees, though, and Fallon knew that she was screwed if Mikayla got up and she didn't. She could still move, and she had the energy to do it. Screw the pain. Slowly, Fallon would push herself up, as well, mirroring Mikayla's movement as she would get her knees under her and try to lift.

"Owww..." she would huff harshly. She hoped that she could get up in time. She was definitely not going to let Mikayla get the better of her! She really, really wanted to feel the blonde's face pressed up into her ass, for a whole world of reasons...

"Huh...hrn..."

Mikayla's lower spine and midsection didn't feel any better when she got up onto her knees, but the pain wasn't enough to keep her grounded or to keep her from wanting to get back onto Fallon and continue to hold to her tiny shred of momentum. The crowd thundered, trying to encourage both girls to make a recovery and resume their battle, and Mikayla was glad that their cries were there to feed her a little more energy so she could fight her way up and start to crawl her way over towards Fallon, hoping her legs obeyed her properly when she needed them to resume her attack on the brunette. As wearied as Mikayla had become physically, she still had the pleasure of knowing that she was sharing a heck of a first match with her friend. She didn't need motivation to keep fighting, but if she did, that would be enough.

Fallon stirred and started to get up to match Mikayla, and the blonde knew that she didn't have any more time that she could wait around and hope her aches would go away. On a slightly wobbly base, she pushed herself up onto her feet, though she remained craned towards the mat as she made for the nearby brunette. She knew, even as sore as she was from the exchange and probably worse off than Fallon in all ways aside from whatever damage the sleeper slam had done, that she could still hold her own because of her greatest weapon, her legs. She just needed Fallon down flat on the ground again, or on her back, and Mikayla could maybe snap on a headscissors or situate herself for the facesit. First, though, she needed Fallon back down on the mat, and she hoped it wouldn't take long to get her there.

She reached out, grasping towards Fallon's shoulders with hopes that she could toss the woman back over and push her down onto the mat.