Johnny Laurence vs Krystyna Afineevsky: Eastern Girls and Western Boys.

Johnny didn't actually think Krystyna would actually be pinned after one German suplex, no matter how good of a counter it was. No, what caught him off guard was the fact that the ref didn't even get to two on the count before the Russian had kicked out, throwing her body over and getting her shoulder off the mat.

Getting back to his feet, the Texan noticed that Krys had to a rest on her back, and looked to still be out of sorts after the suplex.

"Ok....yeah, I didn't think you'd stay down from that." Johnny said as he walked over to the fallen Russian. "But, let's see how you deal with this..."

With that he would bend down, looking to seize hold of Kry's shapely, and deadly legs. Johnny would then pull them open before trying to leverage the gorgeous blonde onto her belly, the Texan trying to step over and lock his opponent into a Boston crab hold. He knew from watching her warm up stretching that she was flexible, but Johnny knew there were limits to how far even a body as limber as Kry's could stretch. Hopefully this would be able to wear her down somewhat, as Johnny's plan was to try and slow down the faster operative...

With the entirety of her weight leveraged against her in the bridging pin, it was no small feat for Krys to kick out of the pin so fluidly. Though no sooner was she regaining her rattled senses after freeing herself when she felt the fleet-footed American lift her legs up and tuck away her ankles under his armpits.

Krys attempted to resist the application by shifting in the other direction, but Johnny was clearly the stronger of the two and wasn't the one still recovering from getting suplexed onto his head. So the Emerald Viper could only cringe when she was eventually flipped over and locked into the simplistic but effective Boston Crab.

"NngH...Damn...it..." Krys snarled out from the immediate discomfort of having her spine stretched and curved beneath Johnny's substantial weight. Her natural flexibility made the hold slightly more bearable, and it allowed her the clarity to calculate just how she was going to reverse her misfortune. She held her blonde head in her hands and suppressed her pained groans through gritted teeth while she thought back on her combat training. But the uncomfortable facts remained that there was still surging pain coursing throughout her lower lumbar, and the American was currently in complete control of both the match and her shapely frame being bent out of shape.

The ref girl went over to check on Krystyna, asking the woman if she wanted to give up.

Johnny knew that the Russian wouldn't though. Krys was too fresh and he was willing to bet, too prideful to let herself submit this early in their fracas. Still that didn't stop him from leaning farther back into the hold lifting more of Kry's lower half off of the mat.

"How about it? Wanna call it a night?" Johnny asked coversationally while the ref waited on an answer. "I can keep this hold on all night, but I can't imagine you'd want to spend the evening like this...."

"Rhhhah!!" Krys fiercely clenched her fingers into her blonde locks while keeping her head lowered, crying out in pain as Johnny wrenched in the hold with ruthless efficacy. Her thigh muscles tensing from the strain in the rudimentary but embarrassing submission. The degree to which her slender frame was being bent over itself led many in the audience to believe that Krys actually may consider tossing in the towel, though all Krys tossed was an angered glare towards the ref when she asked if she submitted.

Her superiors back in Moscow would discharge her from the "program" without a second thought if she quit so early, the Emerald Viper using that fact as keen motivation to power on through with her idea to escape. She groaned as she placed her palms onto the canvas and pushed her upper half off the mat. Her arms quivered under the strain as she arose, a few sweat droplets hitting the canvas from her forehead in the process. She snickered eerily from Johnny's comment, breathing heavily before slyly retorting.

"I can...nggh...zink of much more...interesting ways...for you to....hggh...pin my ankles behind my head tonight~..." With that, Krys would tuck and roll her upper half backwards until she would end up rolling through Johnny's legs. With her ankles still in his armpits, the American was now looking straight down at Krys's angered face before she would attempt to yank one of legs free and rocket it upward straight towards his still admittedly handsome mug!!

Johnny looked back over his shoulder as Krystyna grabbed at her own hair, giving a cry of pain. Then she pressed her hands to the mat and then leveraged herself up into a bridge. The American couldn't help but be impressed by the blonde's determination....and flexibility.

Then she gave a weird chuckle, and Johnny blinked. Did the Russian just....laugh while being bent nearly in half? He had to wonder what exactly Krystyna might be into if that made her giggle. Although the comment she made definitely called some images up in his mind....and interesting wouldn't even begin to describe them.

When Krys made her move, it was as sudden as the striking snake she named herself after.
"Holy hell!" he gasped in surprise as the Russian tucked and rolled under him. Then she yanked a leg free and then proceeded to use it to boot him square in the face! The kick caught him just under the jaw, making Johnny release the Viper's other leg and stagger backwards a few steps. Shaking his head vigorously to try and clear it, Johnny tried to get himself back in the match quickly.

"Well, that was naughty..." he said softly, more to himself than Krystyna. Although even he didn't know if he meant that her comment or that kick. Probably both....

Krys slumped back down to the canvas with one hand massaging her lower back once she made good on her earlier intention to introduce Johnny to the underside of her boot. The Emerald Viper's' display of flexibility had caught the entire audience off guard, the majority of them more accustomed for rope-breaks as the more practical solution to escape a submission maneuver. But once Krys recognized their positioning square in the middle of the ring, and the potential for her own counter to grant her an opening if it worked, Krys opted to take her chances with the unorthodox...

"Nnngh..." Krys clenched her teeth from the twinging pangs of discomfort in her spine as she willed herself back to her feet, knowing full well that her window of opportunity was closing with every second. By now she begrudgingly admitted to herself that Johnny was someone worth her time and attention, so she would give him just that. She approached Johnny while he was still counting stars and punted him right in his lean abs with another stiff boot, but that was only meant to wind him and properly position the American for her next plan of attack.

No sooner was Johnny arched over himself then Krys would sprint off to her side with her flowing blonde locks wafting in the breeze. Her forward momentum would pick up in velocity as she bounced off the ropes on her way back towards Johnny. If her American foe was still where she left him a second ago, Krys would ensnare her arm around his neck and swiftly perform a 180 degree spin in mid-air before sharply collapsing back down to the canvas. Offering Johnny a fleeting glimpse of the rafters above them before attempting her running swinging neckbreaker!!

"Unnnngh!"

Just when Johnny started to clear the cobwebs out of his head, Krys gave him a swift kick in the stomach, doubling the Texan over.

While he was still stricken, the Russian came running off the ropes, and Johnny suddenly saw his view shift up towards the ceiling. Dimly, he was aware that he was caught in a swinging neckbreaker. He had taught the move to enough AFW hopefuls know it by heart. But the knowledge didn't save him from the pain of getting the back of his head driven to the mat hard. After Krys completed the move, Johnny cradled his head while rolling onto his side, a pained expression on his face as he groaned softly....

"Nnngh..." Collapsing to the canvas with a ring-shaking thud, Krys swiftly rolled over to prop herself back up to her hands and knees. She grimaced in pain during her ascension though, the Emerald Viper still recouping from having the flexibility of her spine tested in the Boston crab. And crashing herself back down to the mat back first didn't exactly alleviate her aches and pains.

Nevertheless, laying out Johnny and finally earning some headway in this match did make all her discomfort well worth it. The Emerald Viper found her devious smile once more as she spied his languishing form, the sight compelling her to slink her way towards Johnny with every intention of capitalizing on his misfortune.

Once at his side, Krys would nudge him over onto his back and yank him up into a seated position. After seating her thonged backside on his lap while tugging his head down into a front facelock, Krys would gradually leverage herself backward in the headlock, her soft chest compressing against his chiseled pecs in the grinding process.

The Texan was still shaking off the effects of that wicked neckbreaker when Krystyna pulled him up to a seated position.

"Unnh..." he protested with a soft groan.

Johnny felt the soft pressure of the Russian's body settle onto his lap. As pleasant as that was, the front headlock that she placed him in was serious, cutting off bloodflow to his head. For a moment, he shifted and bucked with his pelvis and legs as his hands went to Krystyna's hips. He tried to buck and and push her off of him, but the Viper was coiled too tightly around him and the only thing he wound up doing was rolling his hips against hers.

The ref checked on him, seeing if he wanted to give up. But now it was Johnny's turn to refuse, although it was through a gurgled "Noomph...." as their bodies struggled against each other.

As Johnny took stock of his situation, he wrapped his arms around Krys's waist and ribs, squeezing down on them with a bear hug. He knew Krys had the better hold, but the Texan knew he had to wear her down before starting to make his escape. The force of his counter bearhug  caused her bosom to be tightly pressed against the hard surface of his chest.

"Unngh...if you're going to sit on my lap, there are better things to do while you're there than this..." he rasped out softly to her, wryly returning her earlier suggestive wit....

With Johnny grounded and in a painfully dazed state of mind, Krys saw no better opportunity to slow down the tempo of this match and reaffirm control over it. He was swift-footed and explosively offensive, so neutralizing his tactics by bearing down on him with draining submissions was the first matter on her agenda. The Emerald Viper now approaching this match with the same cold and ruthless tactics drilled into her from years of hardened combat training.

Krys' buckled down on the hold due to Johnny's squirming resistance, gritting her teeth from his attempts to shove her off. She fastened the headlock even tighter as a result, until the bucking of his pelvis against her crotch sent a distinct shiver up her spine. With nary the time to assess where that...tingling, feeling came from, Johnny would wrap his muscled arms around her slim waist for a clenching bearhug!! Krys flinched from the reignited pains in her still recovering spine, the Emerald Viper kicking herself for allowing that sensual distraction into letting Johnny entrap her like this.

"Hggh...Zere are, and maybe...I'll get to show you...if you tap out like a good boy..." Krys groaned out while coiling her powerful thighs around her opponents mid-section in a body scissor, much like her snake-like moniker would suggest. With her sumptuous and soft curves compressing against his chiseled torso, the rubbing friction between them was dialing up with every second, both sides now locked in a stubborn war of heated attrition...