Arya vs James Prisoner Match

He groaned and his legs began to shake before he fell to his knees, struggling to breath.

She looked down on him. "Wow, you are just so pathetic. I don't you deserve my love." She says, letting him on his knee, and ramming her knee into his face.

He grunted, stumbled back and lay there on his back, to weak to do anything. He was really beginning to regret letting her take that free shot.

"Now sweetheart, don't kick out." She says, walking up, and pinning him by placing her sexy, slim, soft foot on his face, and looking to the ref. "Count"

Before the ref could count, James weakly slapped her foot off his face, refusing to be pinned in such a fashion.

"Now now, no defiance." She says, putting her foot back in its rightful place on his face, putting pressure, and her other foot on his wrist. "Count."

He cried out in pain and threw his free arm in the air.

She removed her feet, looking down on him confusidly. "You are just making me punish you more, dumdum!" Arya says, and turns around, waving her butt over his head, then dropping it, full weight, right on his face.

James' body flew up, then flopped back down as she sat on him. The ref dropped down and slapped the mat, "One!"

She smiled for the crowd, flexing while sitting atop his face, which was firmly pressed against her cotton thong. "Mhmmm sweeettiiie you better not geeettt uuupppp~" She says, pushing both his hands down.