Arya vs James Prisoner Match

The ref slapped the mat a second time, "Two!" James groaned and tried to move, but was to weak. He groaned as the ref's hand was coming down for the three count. When the ref's hand was only three centimeters from the mat, he threw his arm in the air.

Arya was soaking in the cheers of the crowd as he finally seemed firmly and soundly defeated. She was counting with the ref, and let out a excited "THREE!" And raised her arms in the air, looking over to the ref, then down at Jame's arm.

"NO!" The cosplayed yelled, standing tall, and getting in the ref's face. "THAT WAS THREE!" She yells, turning her back to James, who she though was defeated.

James rolled onto his side and shivered a little, slowly he fell back on his back and groaned softly, shivering a little more.

The ref and Arya argued for a few more moments, before she finally turned around. "Why are you still trying?!" Arya asked, looking at him in the eyes, then slipped onto his lap, looking down on him and holding his arms down.
"My my, a resiliant man deserves a reward, doesn't he?" She asked, in a sultry, sexy voice.

James just groaned and remained under the woman as the ref slid next to them and slapped the mat again, "One!" James wiggled weakly a bit before finally giving up and waiting for his moment to kick out.

"Come on, I DARE you to kick out!" She taunts, remaining ontop of him. "Kick out, and you're in a world of hurt, a SERIOUS world of hurt!"

"Two!" but James didn't care. He was use to pain and right as the ref slapped the mat for the two count, James kicked out of the pin, tucking his legs in and throwing them out as he rolled onto his side, keeping the match alive.

"JAMES!" Arya screamed at him, driving a forearm against his face. "LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!" She hisses, in an angry tone, wrapping her other arm around his head, to induce a headlock on the floor.

James groaned and reached up, grabbing at her arms, "No...I...won't lose...to you." he groaned but he was already too weakened.

"UGH!" She yells, and gets off him, pacing around the ring. "Get up!" "You're starting to bore me!" The girl says, getting knealed in a corner, preparing to spear.