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

Feeling Krys kick out, Johnny muttered "Crap." But then, things got even worse at a rapid pace

The Russian's legs encircled his head, fitting it neatly between her thighs. She then gave a twist of her lithe body, toppling him over into a crushing head scissors.

"Ohcrapohcrap!" The Texan lamented at the reversal in fortune before Krystyna increased the pressure on his head.

"Ok, ok, that was a little sneaky, I admit it." Johnny aaid in way of apology as he brought his hands to Krys's thighs, trying to lessen the pressure somewhat.....

Momentarily relenting in the pressured head scissors, Krys took a few drawn out breaths to settle her rattled nerves after nearly losing the match in the roll-up pin attempt. Ensnaring Johnny's head in between her creamy thighs effectively shifted the momentum of the match back in her favor and snuffed out his resurgent spark all at once. And Krys had plenty of frustration to expend in the hold after having been sensually swayed into letting her guard down.

"Tch, moron. And ve could have had so much fun..." Krys punctuated her words by clamping down tighter on the head scissors while crossing her ankles to truly ratchet up the pressure. By propping herself up into a seated position by extending her arms behind her, Krys could allow herself the small pleasure of seeing Johnny's valiant struggles eventually whittle away into a blissful slumber.

In between cranking up the vice-like pressure of the hold, Krys would teasingly shift and grind her sweaty legs against his compressed cheeks. Numerous security guards had fallen unconscious in this very position, their last fleeting images being of her crotch inches from their face and an emerald eyed Russian smirking right down at them...

While Krystyna had a gorgeous pair of legs to go with her gorgeous everything else, and he did love spending time with his head between a lovely set of thighs such as these, Johnny really didn't feel like getting choked and/or squeezed into unconsciousness with them.

Johnny didn't know about Krys's past as an espionage agent, but he was more versed with dealing with a headscissors than the average security guard. Quickly he got his legs under his body, and then pushed off the mat with them, looking to roll through the headscissors. Normally, though wrestlers rolled directly up and over, looking to bridge their bodies into a pin attempt. The American though, believed that Krys would be expecting that usual route, and elected to do something different. His escape roll would be more at an angle, which would carry him just to the right of where Krystyna was sitting. As he finished his roll, Johnny would lash out with his arm, executing a clothesline across the Russian's chest with the momentum of his roll behind it!

Krys flexed her luscious muscles as tightly as she could with python-esque ferocity in the hopes of rendering the cowboy an unconscious and mumbling mess. As she had done numerous times before in black ops missions around the world, though in this instance her victim wasn't an incompetent wage worker. The Emerald Viper being reminded of that when Johnny's fidgeting resistance tested her application of the hold.

"D-Dammit!!" Krys yelled from being rolled to her sides by and forced to release the head scissors from topsy-turvy movements, the Russian spy teeming with frustration from still being unable to wrestle the infuriatingly spirited American down to the canvas. Whether through sensual teasing or constricting submissions, Johnny was overcoming her tactics and presenting himself to be a more irritating challenge than she thought. Those brief thoughts passing through her mind as she propped herself up to a seated position only to widen her eyes from the disheartening image of the meathook clothesline seconds before plowing into her soft chest.

"HUGH!!" Krys groaned after being walloped back down to the canvas, spread-eagled with her grimacing face only offering one half-lidded eye open to the beaming rooflights above her. Her ample chest bobbed and jiggled from the impactful force of his muscled clothesline before settling down, now heaving gently while Krys remained laid out on the canvas and attempted to recoup.

"Unngh..." Johnny shook his head after delivering that rolling clothesline. After seeing how well that worked on a sitting opponent, the AFW trainer resolved he'd have to practice that move more in private.

Getting to his feet, he looked down on Krys for a moment, watching the woman's generous bust heave as he quickly decided on his next move. The Texan decided to get back to his game plan, working on the Russian's back. Reaching down, he would haul Krystyna back to her feet, fitting her head under his arm once they got back to a standing position as he moved them slightly closer to the ropes.

"Sorry, but not sorry." he said softly to the blonde.

Then he would lift up Krystyna, as if for a suplex, but when she was halfway up, Johnny turned to face the ropes. He would let Krys fall forward, but her outstretched legs would bounce off the top rope making rebound back up just as the Texan lifted her again, going into a slingshot suplex that would rattle the Russian's spine with it's impact!

Rolling to her sides while cradling her walloped bosom, Krys' simple hopes of at least shuffling back up to her hands and feet under her own power were summarily dashed when she felt Johnny's assertive hands guide her upward and slot her blonde head under his muscled arm.

"You...vill be sorry..." Krys snarled out through gritted teeth and groaning from the sudden constriction. An ineffectual threat that was more intended to vent her own frustration than put any fear into Johnny's heart before she felt herself being shuffled to a certain part of the ring. As for where and for what purpose, Krys wouldn't be able to ascertain considering her hazy vision mainly consisted of Johnny's ribcage and pectorals against her cheek. Feeling herself being elevated for a rudimentary vertical suplex helped Krys brace for the impact to come...

...only for Johnny to surprise the audience and herself by allowing her to collapse forward and bounce her ankles off the ropes, the added momentum bouncing Krys backward with greater velocity in the discombobulating suplex!! The freshly slammed espionage agent would bounce half-way upward before slumping to her side, one hand tenderly massaging her lower back with the agonized grimace on her face being partially concealed by her blonde locks.

Respectful and scattered applause mixed with sympathetic groans were how the audience showed their support from the crowd-pleasing twist on the traditional suplex. Krys being less than appreciative as she struggled to cope with the inherent dizziness that comes with being chucked and flipped head over heels like a Russian pancake...

After bringing Krystyna crashing down to the mat, Johnny would rise to his knees, watching how the Russian reacted to the move, noting the way she rubbed at her lower back. As much as he wouldn't mind helping with that, the Texan had a match to win. He stood up as he considered his next move. Krystyna's back had to be in near shambles. Now, in his experience, was the time to use his submission finisher, a hold that targeted the stricken area, to force the blonde to surrender, and bring this match to a close. Although she had pride and grit to spare, traits  Johnny found admirable, he was willing to bet that she'd do the sensible thing and give in once the hold was applied. Although he was willing to bet making her submit wasn't going to get him onto her good side. Ah well....such was life in the ring. With that in mind, he stood up and began strode over to where Krystyna had come to a rest.

Using a boot, Johnny would push her into a face down position. then took his opponent's legs then bent them at the knees, and crossed them over one of his own as he faced towards her feet. Then, in a display of his own flexibility, the Texan bent himself backwards in a bridge, while reaching back to lace his hands under the Russian's chin. He would then pull up on it, putting intense pressure on Krystyna's back and neck as he went to lock in his submission finisher, dubbed True Grit although when Johnny learned it, it was taught to him as the Muta Lock!

"Hi there..." he'd say with his upside down head was near the blonde's. "Since you seem to like submission holds so much, I thought I'd share one of my best ones with you. Hope you don't mind..."

However, although the American's execution of the hold was excellent, he had finally showed a bit of ring rust. Johnny had neglected to drag Krystyna back to the center of the ring, leaving his opponent the chance to drag herself within arm's reach of the ropes, if she could hold out long enough to make her way there....

The feeling of being nudged over and having one of her legs bent and intertwined with one of Johnny's legs were all the early signs of being set up for something particularly nasty. Krys shook her head and squirmed and fidgeted in resistance but was ultimately locked into Johnny's name-brand submission, one that reignited every lingering back pain Krys had but with a newfound and vicious ferocity. Krys initially bit her tongue but eventually her stoic silence gave way to wails of pain when the interlocked fingers cupped under her chin continued to gradually bend her head backward.

Being locked in this was absolute torture and equally as humiliating, the Emerald Viper feeling like a wild animal who was about to be tamed by the cowboy should she submit to the nearby referee asking for just that right next to her. An outcome that was becoming more likely before she found something more irritable to endure than this hold...and that was Johnny's cocky commentary...

"H-HATE...YOU..." Krys snarled through gritted teeth as she pried her eyes open and motioned her head to the side to glance in Johnny's general direction, just then noticing their close proximity to the ropes!! After putting the entirety of her energy reserves into a drastic military crawl towards the bottom ropes for several agonizing seconds, Krys extended her quivering right arm and hooked the tip of her middle finger atop the the tethered rope. Compelling the ref to spring into the action and start demanding the breakup of the hold!!

Johnny blinked in surprise as Krystyna crawled towards the ropes, despite being bound and restrained by the hold she was!

"What....hey..!" the Texan exclaimed as the blonde got closer and closer, until finally, her finger caught the rope.

"I'll be damned..." Johnny breathed, mildly frustrated, but also a tone of surprised admiration in his voice.

He broke the hold cleanly, rolling off of the Russian and getting back to his feet. He backed off to the middle of the ring, giving Krys space to get back to her feet, following the rules of sportsmanship in the ring....

Krys unceremoniously flopped back down to the canvas when her last ditch attempt to earn her freedom ended up paying off, the Viper meekly shuffling forward until her head was draped over the bottom rope. She tapped her boot against the canvas while she methodically tended to the piercing pain jolting throughout her spine. She appreciated whatever reprieve she could get from being pummeled and bent out of shape by the American cowboy, breathing out some ragged pants as she came to the uncomfortable truth that Johnny was a hair's breadth away from securing his win just there. Throngs of cheering fans applauded the nail-biting and thrilling showcase, but Krys knew she was coming to her limits.

...However, desperation gives birth to ingenuity, as her instructors drilled into her head, and Krys had one card left in her deck to play.

Whenever Johnny's ominous shadow would start to darken the docile Russian, Krys would wearily shove herself over to face the encroaching American...and reveal that the zipper on her leather outfit would practically be undone, revealing her sumptuous tits and midriff all the way down to her crotch in full scintillating view. Her soft skin glistening with coated perspiration and shimmering sweat droplets trailing down her heaving orbs, both sides of her leather jacket clinging onto her chest only by the grace of the increasingly visible pink hue of her nipples. The Emerald Viper wriggled, squirmed and tepidly looked away while shielding her cringing face from Johnny the closer he approached her. Krys appearing particularly helpless towards whatever the Tension veteran wanted to do with the clearly vulnerable and pathetic looking Russian...

"...mnngh..."