How would you like your training today?

While Isa had really used to having them, it turned out she definitely needed to learn something about the test of strength. And that something was to only have them with opponents who fought fair and square. Although engaging in one was turning out to be a great way to find out if her opponent was a heel...

The blow didn't make Isa lose her spirit. Not at all. If anything, it made her spirit grow. She had to be able to take that kind of moves now, and learn how to handle them. If anything, Alicia was slowly making her more determinated.

As Isa managed to get the big redhead fall on her back, it brought a cute small smile on her face. She rose her head and was about to say something witty...

"Argh!!" she cried in pain, as Alicia's strong kick hit her jaw. She quickly rose her hand to cover it, and fell on fer front. Now the kick did make her lose her spirit...at least for a short moment. Apparently Alicia hadn't appreciated her sneaky moves...

Consequently, it was easy for Alicia to act on her plan. Isa was unable to defend herself for the moment, she really wasn't used to such hard kicks. At least in the face. As Isa tried to recover, she soon felt Alicia's heavy body (compared to what she had used to) on top of her.

At first, Isa didn't really do anything. She seemed to keep ending up in unusual situations for her... Isa let out a heavy sigh as she was trying to get used to Alicia's body pressing her down. But then she remembered that Alicia was probably treating this more as a sparring match, than just a training session for various moves, so she should try to act accordingly.

Isa then started squirming under Alicia trying to lift herself up and pull herself from under her. But Isa knew that had she been in Alicia's place, she would use her legs to keep the opponent down. Alicia could well be doing that next, but all Isa knew what to do now was the same all her opponents did: try to squirm themselves free.

Isa wondered for a second what was running through Alicia's mind... And what was she planning to do next. Herself, some time having passed now from Alicia's kick, Isa felt, strangely, quite excited about the situation. Maybe she could have wanted to have some stronger opponents also in Reykjavik, but had just never realised it before.

While Alicia hadn’t set out to kick Isa right before the blonde said something, she wasn’t about to apologise for it either. While she’d been planning to keep her striking to a minimum, that was just the sort of thing any wrestler might use – though most of them couldn’t match Alicia’s sheer power when it came to a kick.

It certainly left Isa well placed for Alicia to take her back, pinning the blonde facedown on the mat. At first, the newbie just lay there and the redhead paused, almost suspicious. But then something seemed to click and the blonde began to try and fight free.

Whether it was through skill or luck, Isa was squirming rather than bucking. That was a sensible choice, one Alicia honestly hadn’t been expecting her to make. She’d thought the blonde might push up, opening a gap between her body and the mat that’d allow Alicia to scissor her body. Still, either way, good tactics. On the other hand, the redhead was able to squirm along with her, keeping her position relatively easily. Alicia’s thick thighs and round glutes combined with her MMA training made it hard for anyone to slither out from under her without some serious skill of their own.

On top of that, Isa’s leverage frankly sucked. It’d be hard for her to make anything worse, and she’d be burning energy all the way.

But that wasn’t getting her anywhere and the kickboxer wasn’t one to hang around and wait for her opponent’s mistakes. Instead, she leant forward, pressing her front up against Isa’s back. At the same time, she tried to loop an arm under Isa’s chin for a sleeper hold.

Not that the redhead intended to work that for the win, but it was something and she wanted to see how Isa reacted. From there, she could try to transition into a scissors or look for something different.

Isa's squirming was really a matter of instinct, she had been in Alicia's position enough times before so that she knew how her opponents usually worked. But, that meant she also knew that squirming couldn't guarantee good results, especially with a strong opponent on top. And, the feeling of Alicia's big thighs and glutes on top of her body and sides signalled that the blonde was in trouble - even though the redhead hadn't really put any pressure on yet.

After some serious squirming, Isa started to realise it wasn't going to work. She had to figure out something else. Perhaps bucking could be helpful then...

But before having time to act, Alicia had already moved on with her tactics. Suddenly Isa could feel the redhead's breasts pressed down on her back, and Alicia's arms wrap around her neck. Suddenly, the degree of trouble she was in seemed to become more serious as breathing became much more difficult. She wanted to fight back, but what on earth could she do?

Again counting on her instincts, Isa would just begin squirming even harder again, while taking her arms to Alicia's sleeper hold. She tried to twist Alicia's arms, tear them off, loosen them just a bit to make breathing easier, really trying just anything that could help. She had to admit it was quite desperate, and she felt a little embarrassed for being such badly in trouble. Especially because her resistance made her slightly moan a couple of times...

If only there was a way I could kick her.. Isa thought in her mind as she was struggling in Alicia's sleeper hold. However, that thought gave her an idea of what she could try to do... If she could move her legs and bend her knees so that she could raise her lower body up, even just a bit, could it make Alicia's position unstable enough for her to have to change her position? Or was Alicia heavy enough to keep the blonde firmly pinned to the ground? Well, Isa was about to find out...

And this was why you should never ever surrender rear mount to someone with Alicia’s training. It was an understandable mistake, if most of Isa’s opponents had been amateurs smaller than her, but it could be a match-ending mistake in Friction if she wasn’t careful. You didn’t need a BJJ black belt to take advantage of this sort of opening.

”Next time, keep your chin tucked,” Alicia advised, as she throttled the newer wrestler, ”Stops sleepers. And don’t give up your back.”

With that, she squeezed tighter, methodically working the hold and waiting to see how Isa responded.

The first thing she did was tug and pull at the redhead’s arms, but Alicia had one hand locked behind her other arm’s elbow, that hand cupping the top of Isa’s skull. The blonde did her best but she didn’t have the time to make anything work.

At least she knew that and soon enough the British amazon became aware of subtle, slow movements beneath her as Isa tried something with her own legs.

Alicia however didn’t even try and keep Isa pinned down. Could she have? Possibly, that was something she’d been trained in, but it wasn’t a guarantee. Either way, she was perfectly content to let the blonde get her legs under her, making a gap between Isa’s body and the mat. It did mean working to stay balanced but only for a moment.

Then the redhead went to wrap her legs around Isa’s body, folding her calf under Isa so that she could lock that ankle behind the opposite knee in a figure four bodyscissors. If she could secure that, Alicia would throw her weight to the side, looking to roll them both onto their sides where she could tighten both holds. Of course, as ever with Alicia, the sleeper hold might be dangerous but what Isa really needed to watch out for were those bone-crushing thighs!

Finally, Isa was able to hear some advice from the redhead, proving again that she wasn't out there just to punish the blonde. Even though Isa was struggling, she could definitely learn something from Alicia. And she couldn't really complain about Alicia being willing to teach...

Alicia's sleeper hold was tormenting Isa and she had to hope her legs could manage to save the day. That seemed to be happening, as Isa could demonstrate her leg strength by pushing herself and Alicia upwards... Or that's what she thought, not being aware of Alicia's lack of interest in keeping the blonde on the ground.

Suddenly, Alicia wrapped her legs around Isa's body, locking them in place. Isa couldn't help but let out an angelic moan as the redhead put on the pressure. It was devastating, something Isa had never felt before. Now all that the apperance of the redhead's thighs had promised became real.

The scissor hold also froze Isa's struggle for a moment, making it easy for Alicia to roll the two on their sides. And there was no hope for Isa's fortunes to turn, as Alicia tightened both of her holds for maximum torture.

The graceful blonde who had been dominating her opponents in Reykjavik was now reduced to Alicia's toy to roll and squeeze around the mat. And quite frankly, that sensation left Isa stunned. On the other hand she wanted to keep on struggling, but then again Alicia's holds were crushing her, and there seemed to be nothing Isa could do. Also, the situation made her unable to think quite straight.

Alicia could eventually see the blonde's hand raise preparing to tap on the redhead's arm. However, at the last second she stopped the movement. Isa knew that tapping out would probably be a sensible option, but she wasn't sure if Alicia would appreciate her giving up so easily.

If Alicia wanted, she could quickly change her holds so that Isa would not have to tap. However, if she wanted to make the blonde submit, Isa was only seconds away from being forced to do just that.

And that was what Alicia was used to hearing. As her legs cinched in tightly around Isa’s waist, the blonde groaned in pain, the pressure ramping up rapidly as Alicia’s thighs clamped down. She didn’t go all out by any means but, as most of the trainers and more than one wrestler had found out, 50% pressure from the big redhead still made for a punishing, brutal hold.

It seemed that Isa agreed, judging by the way she literally froze, meaning Alicia easily rolled them over. She made sure to keep her ankle up, allowing her to apply as much pressure as she wanted. And, more to the point, it seemed the newcomer had no further ideas on how to get out. Briefly she just lay there, trapped and obviously in pain, then Alicia saw her hand rise as if she was about to tap.

It hung there for a heartbeat, then stopped. Hmm. Ok.

Curious to see how much the blonde could or would take before she tapped, Alicia ratchetted the scissors another notch tighter, digging her big calf into Isa’s belly. With the body triangle in place, she was focusing on that over the sleeper – partly because that’s how she rolled, partly because she didn’t want to knock Isa out here.

What she wanted was the blonde to tap, not so much for the sake of having Isa tap as testing those limits. For the same reason, she wasn’t putting full pressure into the scissors; she didn’t want to risk an accidental injury if Isa genuinely didn’t know how much she could take.

As soon as Isa did tap, however, Alicia would release her hold and roll clear. She’d give Isa her space before moving on.

Isa's decision of not tapping just yet turned out costing her even more pain, as Alicia ramped up the scissor hold even tighter. That was not something Isa could have expected, she had quite honestly thought Alicia had already put her full power on. And the new sensation of being completely trapped in vicious holds made the blonde really unable to imagine any way of getting out of that trap.

Alicia wouldn't be quite far off trying to guess how much the blonde could take - Isa was contemplating the very same question in her head. Sensible option would have been to had tapped out already, but on the other hand she knew that she had to learn to endure a lot of pain if she wanted to succeed. Partly, she was also slightly curious as to how hard Alicia could actually squeeze her, on the other hand it could very well be that it would actually be too much for her.

As Isa was quickly losing strength in Alicia's holds and they only seemed to get worse, Isa finally decided it was probably best to just tap out. Even though it was hard for her to accept having another girl make her submit with her own signature attacks, she reasoned that Alicia's thighs were also most probably one of the biggest and strongest ones out there. Having to surrender in their squeeze did probably not mean that she would have to surrender to everyone who managed to do the same.

Finally Alicia could feel Isa tapping out. And luckily for the blonde, the redhead immediately released her holds permitting Isa to roll around on her belly. Alicia could see the blonde being really exhausted by the holds, just laying there on the mat on her belly.

Alicia's scissor hold had actually been the strongest Isa had ever felt, and it would take some time for the blonde to recover. As she was regaining her strength, she was a bit nervous about what Alicia would say - had she put up a good enough resistance, or had she been tapping out unacceptably easily?

If Isa was curious just how hard Alicia could squeeze her, well, she’d be waiting a while for that one. Full power was something the big redhead had to be careful with, if she didn’t want to hurt someone. Slapping it on in a sparring match just wasn’t a good idea, not even when she was playing around with Dmitri who had literally asked for it.

No, Alicia was currently playing with 60% or so, certainly more than half but not enough to risk a cracked rib. It was still a very tight squeeze, plenty tight enough to get her a tap, just not enough to get an instant tap or break something.

Well, unless it was on a trainer. They were about as weak as it got.

Isa by contrast held out longer than Alicia’d been expecting, the redhead considering tightening her scissors when the blonde finally tapped out. As was her way, the kickboxer broke the lock immediately – she wasn’t in any way inclined to punish the newcomer for the fun of it, and wouldn’t have even if they were in a real match.

Though it seemed that Isa had perhaps hung on a little too long, given the soggy pile of wrung out blonde Alicia left on the match, gasping for breath.

Another woman might have asked if Isa was good to continue. Alicia wasn’t that way inclined.

She gave Isa a minute to get her breathing back under control.

Then she rose up on her knees, brought her arms up into a grappling stance and beckoned the blonde on.

”Let’s go again.”

Now Isa probably had a better idea of what she was up against. Alicia’d go with that idea once more, see if the newbie did any better this time, then change it up.

Isa didn't seem to be getting answers for the questions in her head. Alicia made no comments about her performance, instead letting the blonde just have a moment of breather after releasing the scissor hold. And as soon as Isa turned to face the redhead, she seemed to be demanding another round!

Well, Isa couldn't blame Alicia for lying about her training being totally different from the trainers. The required strength and endurance seemed to be on a whole another level. Meeting with the trainer had left her more confident, but the session with Alicia was telling Isa more that she should get used to being in trouble.

Biting her lip, Isa rose herself as well and mimicked Alicia's grappling stance. If it would turn out to be another test of strength, Alicia would probably have an advantage on that. Was it going to be another round of the redhead pummeling her?

Really the big question for the blonde now was how she could get to use her own leg strength, and whether it would have any effect on the experienced fighter.

Locking hands with Alicia, Isa could guess that she needed to use her brains if she wanted to be any good for the second round. With that thought in her mind, Isa suddenly tried to pull the redhead forward while falling on her back, hoping to get Alicia on top of her, perfectly positioned for Isa to squeeze her own thighs around the redhead's sides.

Whether or not she had much left in the tank, Isa clearly had no intention of giving up; the blonde was on the receiving end of a quick grin from Alicia as she pulled herself up to match the redhead’s stance.

Good start. She also fancied she could see wheels turning behind the blonde’s eyes. Hopefully, she was going to try something else this time.

The two closed in, interlaced their hands and the second round began.

It quickly turned out that Isa was a quick learner, if nothing else.

Alicia had been expecting the blonde to go for the straight test of strength again, had even been contemplating letting her have it this time – after all, throwing a knee from this position would be tricky for anyone.

They’d locked hands. The redhead had grinned, had tensed in readiness, had started to push in expectation of Isa trying to catch her off guard again.

Isa did indeed catch her off guard, just not that way. Instead of stalemate, Alicia found herself pushing forward. In fact, she found herself being pulled forward and, in the heartbeat it took her to realise what the newcomer was doing, the supposed MMA expert of the two found herself in a very bad spot.

Down on top of Isa, cradled in the blonde’s thighs. Locked in her guard and, already, Alicia could tell that Isa had power to match those legs of hers.

Still, she threw the other girl a blade-thin smile.

”Think you can make me tap?”