A Stroll in the Rain (Open Match RP)

Timiko gave a loud gasp of pain as he kicked her in the gut, dropping to her knees and attempting to break the lockup, one arm would curl around belly while the other would clutch at his leg for support, albiet only for a moment, before she'd attempt to grab his undergarments and yank them down.

Itzal didn't plan on giving her the opportunity to to go for his boxers as he already took secure hold of her shirt and yanked back while she was still doubled over pulling away from her. He'd toss the shirt to the side looking at her wit a smile "well then seems we're even."

Timiko tries to twist an arm back to her side to hold the shirt on her, though half the garment gets stretched hopelessly to ruin, while her free hand tries to wrap around his leg and yank him off balance in desperation.

Itzal quickly backed off from her as she went for his leg keeping her from pulling him off balance and on to the ground. He'd wait for her to get back up taking in a deep breath.

Timiko puffed for breath as she climbed back to her feet, adjusting the stretched out remains of her tee to fit a bit more comfortably and then hunkered down, watching the boy intently, hands up defensively. "Gonna need to do better than that, Itzy."

Itzal merely shrugged with a small smile stripping matches weren't his normal matches but he knew what had to be done. "Don't worry we are just getting started here so lets keep going." HE started to move in on her again though he was waiting on her to make the first move.

Timiko backed away, hunkering down a bit, seeming a bit intimidated by Itzal's performance thus far, considering the previous match he had just finished. She analyzes his movements, and stance, looking for a way to take him down and out.

Itzal would sudden;y move in quick aiming a couple punches right at her trying to give her no opportunity to even counter. HE would try to slip behind her though wrapping his arms around her waist and pull her up and over in a German suplex.

Timiko would take a few steps back as the punches flew in, deflecting them with her forearms as they shifted into a boxer's guard; however as he tried to slip around behind her, she'd attempt to whip around with a strong elbow, following through into a fierce backhanded slap, to Itzal's face, hoping to put him off of the idea of the suplex.

Itzal seeing her turning around went low completely avoiding the elbow and backhand as he went forward driving his shoulder right in to her gut aiming to drive her straight in to the ground with a short ranged spear.