Mikayla Pryor vs Yuki Nakamura KO Match!

It seemed like Mikayla wasn't about to panic like Yuki hoped the blonde would. It would make this so much easier for her in the long run by expending her energy. Tightening her arms around her opponent's throat, she held on, even throwing her weight to the side to drag Mikayla down to her side.

"Shhhhh. Don't fight it." Yuki whispered, locked in tight as ever. TO throw off her opponent, she even placed a small kiss on her captive's cheek.

Focus didn’t make the pain or the washy-headed feeling of the sleeper hold any better – in fact, it probably made both worse – but Mikayla prided herself on her toughness. She could withstand this, with a little added help from her weakening of Yuki’s arm earlier in the match, maybe. With her hold to clarity and common sense, she knew that getting turned over was the only way to get out of this situation. She was like a constricted turtle on her back, only Yuki was the shell.

To her surprise, when she slung herself to the side, she was surprised to feel Yuki add to the motion, giving Mikayla the force she needed to get her knee touching the mat. Okay, good. That was the first step.

With her mind centered on escape, she hardly paid any mind to Yuki’s whisper – at least until she felt lips pressing against her cheek. Oh, that was what she was going to do here, huh? Good thing Mikayla wasn’t easily had by anyone besides Californian beach babes, apparently. The blonde scrunched up her face in response – this only heightened her desire to escape. ”Not…interested…”, she choked out, as she finally got her arm under her, rolled over nearly onto her stomach with her weight on Yuki’s knee, and started to stand up with the help of a bracing hand and knee for balance while her other hand gripped Yuki’s arms around her neck.

But she did not bother with fully standing. Using the reliable strength in her long legs, Mikayla exploded  from a squatting position to throw herself backwards and slam her assailant, who was attached to her back, spine-first into the mat.

Yuki's world was thrown right on it's side when Mikayla jumped back, landing to squash Yuki between the mat and her own body. The impact sent spikes of pain through her spine, forcing her to release the young woman.

As soon as the opportunity presented itself, she rolled away from her blonde opponent, a hand on her lower back as she got to her feet. Not the outcome she would have wanted, but at least Mikayla would be winded enough that she could capitalize on this. Despite her situation, she did give her opponent a teasing wink, unable to keep the smile off her own face.

The impact of slamming Yuki into the mat jarred Mikayla's body too, to the point that she let out a gasp, but it was obvious that Yuki had gotten it much worse when her arms and legs peeled off of Mikayla's neck and midsection to give the blonde release. Mikayla let out a brief cough as she rolled away from the downed woman and stroked at her neck to get the blood flowing properly again, but altogether, standing was not difficult. A brush of her knuckles over her eyelids and clearing her throat helped, too, before she snapped back to attention, seeing her opponent also rising and holding her back as she did so. Up faster than Mikayla would have expected, but that didn't mean the blonde was going to stand in awe.

She darted back at Yuki, feet shuffling to the right once she reached her so Mikayla could shoot her hands out and grab the other woman by the same arm she had whittled down earlier in the match and wrench it back behind Yuki... or at the very least, use her strength to fling the smaller woman towards the turnbuckle if Yuki turned away from the arm wrench.

"AHHH!" Yuki cried out, when Mikayla seemingly tossed her clean across the ring into the turnbuckle with very little effort. He body slammed into the corner post, before crumpling in a heap down on the canvas. She hissed in pain, reaching for the ropes to pull herself up.
Groaning, she fought the immense pain in her back while she tried to get back to her feet.