How would you like your training today?

Did Isa think she could make Alicia tap? Well, not really. But she could always at least try!

And so far the second round had gotten off to a good start. Or at least to a kind of start that Isa was wanting it to have. The blonde's mind was filled with content as she had managed to fool the redhead into her hold. Now all that was needed was to see Alicia get at least a little uncomfortable in her hold... So far the redhead was still smiling, and that wasn't exactly a desirable state for Isa.

"I don't know, but I'll try!" Isa gave an honest answer to Alicia's question, right before squeezing her still just a bit harder. She really wanted to get any sign of suffering out of the redhead.

However, their position still wasn't a preferrable one for Isa. She wanted to get on top.

After keeping the current hold for just a bit longer, Isa started to roll the two around. Hopefully Alicia wouldn't be expecting it, and she could utilise her scissor hold and hold of Alicia's hands to succeed. Isa tried to get Alicia on her back under her, to a position where she could still have the scissor hold of Alicia's sides and press the redhead's wrists on the mat, with the blonde looking cutely down on Alicia's face below her chest.

She’d try. Well, if Alicia was prone to quoting Yoda, she’d have told Isa that she should ‘do or do not; there is no try’.

The blonde to her credit did squeeze a bit tighter but she was still playing around as far as the redhead was concerned. It wasn’t fun but it was tolerable for the moment, even if the feeling of the heavy muscles of the blonde’s quads and hamstrings promised that Isa could bring a lot more firepower to this party if she chose.

Alicia found it irksome that she was holding back as much as she was.

Distracted by the growing pain in her sides, Alicia wasn’t expecting Isa to try and roll them over. She was used to applying scissors from the side or from the bottom position and that meant she was in no position to stop the move. And, of course, she’d got her hands trapped at the moment – though it was up for debate how hard Alicia was trying to get those free.

All of that meant she soon found herself pinned under Isa’s curvy form, her ribs still being squeezed by a powerful set of thighs and her hands trapped above her head.

There was a decidedly cute look on the blonde’s face too, clearly this was where she preferred to be.

From her new dominant position, Isa would see Alicia still smirking wickedly though there was a tightness to the edges of the redhead’s expression that hadn’t been there before. The scissors was definitely starting to bite, but she didn’t feel Isa was trying that hard yet.

The kickboxer raised her eyebrows, meeting Isa’s gaze dead on.

”Started trying yet?”

She wanted to see how far Isa would go before she tried to get out.

Yes, squeezing an opponent beneath her was something Isa had gotten used to doing. Alicia could easily tell the blonde was in her comfort zone. It was a familiar feeling for Isa to have a brave smaller opponent finally gotten trapped in her holds.

But this time something was different. Most notably, the girl beneath her was not small, and seemed to be much less desperate than they usually were. Actually, not seemingly desperate at all, more like cocky.

For Isa, good news were that she seemed to be in control, bad news that it wasn't doing her any good. Well, in a worse case she could've been in the redhead's place, but Alicia didn't seem to be bothered much. Maybe there was a slight tension on the redhead's face, but she seemed to have endured a lot worse. Or then she was just psychologically really strong and capable of hiding her pain.

Despite putting on a good pressure, Alicia was still mocking her capabilities. Isa just grunted in response, and tried to still tighten her scissor hold even further for a moment.

But if she couldn't put the pain on Alicia's face, then she could try to make Alicia at least shut up.

Now already looking slightly less cute, Isa decided to let go of the bodyscissor hold. Instead, while making sure she was still pressing Alicia's hands firmly on the mat, she would quickly try to reposition herself forward, hoping to get the redhead in a traditional schoolgirl pin. There she would make sure that Alicia wouldn't be getting her hands free, and that her head would be firmly trapped in the pressure of the blonde's legs.

Ok, Isa had definitely started squeezing now. Alicia didn’t even bother trying to hide the way her face twisted at the sudden burst, nor the way her breath hitched. She wasn’t sure she could, actually – she’d never tried a bodyscissors from on top before, thinking the angles would be a problem, but Isa was proving her wrong. On anyone smaller than the redhead, this hold could be a real problem, what with the blonde’s weight contributing to the pressure on her ribs as well.

On the other hand, she didn’t have to take it for long before Isa broke the hold and scooted forward, going for a pin instead.

She got it too, the big Brit not reacting in time – it didn’t occur to her that Isa would break the hold. It seemed so counterintuitive.

Admittedly, having the pressure shift from her ribs to the sides of her skull was only bearable because Isa couldn’t cross her ankles. But still, it was a pin and Alicia was of the opinion she was way too fresh to be pinned so easily.

Gritting her teeth, feeling her face going red as the walls of Isa’s thighs pressed in, the redhead planted her feet firmly on the mat. Then she arched her back, pushing down with her own potent legs as hard as she could, looking to bridge – hopefully throwing the blonde off her.

With her hands trapped it wasn’t the easiest proposition but Alicia’s lower body and core muscles were monstrously powerful. It’d all depend on how ready Isa was and how skilled she was at this pin.

Well, finally. Alicia's face was telling that Isa's scissor hold was indeed good for more than nothing. It was a huge mental milestone for the blonde, even if she was going to maintain that pressure for only just a little while. She knew after seeing Alicia's expression, that the redhead at least couldn't say that her legs were weak.

Well, compared to Alicia's, possibly yes, but compared to an average wrestler it probably was a different story.

Anyway, Isa had already decided to go for the pin. And frankly she was slightly surprised that this time it seemed to be as easy as any other time. Now that she had gotten the upper hand, Alicia was starting to seem more like the small girls Isa had gotten used to dominating.

Cuteness being brought back to her face, Isa was looking down on Alicia. "So, you want me to try even harder? - WOAH!"

When Isa managed to get into this position, there was no way the opponent was going to escape. That was the rule. They usually didn't even really try. Most just tried to resist submitting the best they could. Isa didn't even regard it as a legitimate pin, since submission would have usually been so close anyway.

But this time the magnitude of Alicia's power meant that her position was not unbreakable. The bridging redhead caught Isa off guard, and her balance was compromised.

Isa would be falling to her side, but it didn't mean Alicia would automatically become free. At least if it was up to Isa. Even though falling down, Isa still tried to maintain her headscissor hold. Also she still held on to Alicia's hands, and she could try to pull them with her. If it all ended up as Isa wanted, the blonde would be resting on her side, holding the redhead's arms against her body, and with Alicia's head firmly buried between her thighs. And this time, she could cross her ankles.

The redheaded kickboxer wasn’t in much of a position to say much in response to Isa’s taunt. But, really, she didn’t need to – her actions and the smirk still twisting her lips told their own story.

Alicia had been in something of a predicament. She was aware of what could happen if she bucked Isa off. On the other hand, she knew what would happen if she didn’t.

Staying put wasn’t an option and she certainly wasn’t temperamentally suited to sitting back and waiting to see what happened.

Besides, Isa had been on the verge of getting complacent there. And if she thought a Schoolgirl Pin was going to seriously inconvenience Alicia, the rookie had a lesson or two to learn.

So she’d bridged and had the slight satisfaction of seeing Isa’s expression morph from assured to panicked in a heartbeat. Clearly, not many people had done that to her before.

The problem was that, while Isa had clearly not seen it coming, she had retained the presence of mind (or instinct) to keep a hold of Alicia’s wrists. Alicia in turn did her best to pull them free, pull herself free, but the angles and leverage were against her. Her arms, while strong, lacked the overwhelming might her legs possessed. And she wouldn’t be able to just force her way out.

As the two women fell or rolled to their side, that meant the redhead was kept a lot closer to the blonde than she’d have liked.

Particularly, despite her best efforts, her head was still in a very dangerous spot.

Alicia had just enough time to realise and brace herself before Isa’s ankles crossed somewhere behind her. This was going to hurt.

Isa definitely hadn't considered the schoolgirl pin to be the most painful move, but she had gotten used to showing off her domination with it. And usually her foes had lost their will of letting out unnecessary words by the time they were caught in it. And with guessing that Isa hadn't really experienced any successful escape attempts from that position, Alicia was spot on.

But that didn't mean the blonde would have lost her instincts. Once she had gotten herself such a controlling hold of her foe, she knew it wasn't wise to let it go. And even though Alicia managed to throw off her balance, Isa's direction of falling would turn out to be a great one.

First of all, she managed to keep hold of Alicia's wrists. And the position of the two was such that despite feeling the redhead's efforts at pulling them free, Isa could still fairly easily stay in control of them. Second of all, her position was such that Alicia's head was still a perfect prey for her thighs. It was easy for the blonde to lock up her ankles for an ever-squeezing hold.

Now the real question was, if it would be good enough. Alicia was a tough and experienced fighter, and Isa was now giving all she got. It was do or die time for the blonde. Glancing over her shoulder at Alicia's legs quite far away from her, Isa had to swallow a bit. This was most probably the best opportunity for her to make Alicia to submit, the strongest and most painful hold her thighs had.

Squeezing as hard as ever, Isa was hoping for Alicia to admit defeat to the blonde's thighs. Because if this hold didn't to it, the blonde would most probably be in for some rough schooling by the redhead.

The big redhead knew a lot of ways to escape a straight headscissors like this. Unfortunately, most of them depended on her having at least one free hand, or her legs under her or her opponent’s legs in the right spot.

Isa was either accidentally or deliberately preventing all of those, with Alicia leaning towards it being deliberate. Whatever else the newcomer did or didn’t know about a fight, the blonde did seem to know her scissors, something of which the redhead deeply approved.

Or would have done if she was capable of that degree of thinking. Isa’s grip already had her pulse pounding in her temples, a red tinge staining the edge of her vision as the blonde’s thighs clamped down.

This headscissors was punishing her, Alicia having to fight back the urge to submit almost immediately. But she didn’t.

There was one option she had to hand, one thing she could try. Grunting with effort, Alicia went to roll over, looking to stack Isa up on her shoulders for an impromptu pin and keep the blonde there.

Hardly the most technical way to get out, but if it worked…

If it worked, Alicia would have to endure less than three more seconds of the scissors before Isa had to let it go.

If it didn’t, if Isa’s hips and core were potent enough to push Alicia off, if she turned it into a handstand to get her shoulders off the canvas and rolled the redhead back to the mat…

Well, then Alicia was going to be in a world of pain, and would probably have to tap.

That raised a whole host of other issues, like how Alicia would be able to tap. Her hands were trapped. Isa’s thighs could make a verbal submission pretty tricky. And, again, she was willing to bet this was all something the blonde was aware of.

Isa was well aware of Alicia's difficult situation regarding submitting. But it wasn't a situation she really could have helped. Had she let go of Alicia's hands, the redhead could have instantly come up with something devious. And naturally, loosening the scissor hold was not an option either. No, the only choice was to keep up the hold as it was.

Besides, Isa was fairly sure that if Alicia really wanted to submit, she could find a way to do it some way or another.

All that she was worried about now was putting enough pressure... Alicia had been twisting her face already before, and there was a fair chance this hold was causing it as well. Isa couldn't really tell for sure, though.

Eventually the blonde had to sigh out in frustration, as she could feel Alicia making a serious attempt for release. Her scissors hadn't managed to kill the redhead's spirit - not just yet. And quite frankly, Isa had been applying various scissor holds for the best part of their second round, and the blonde's thighs were beginning to wear out as well. Combined with the slight surprise of Alicia's roll, Isa had to stack up in their new position.

Technically, Isa was being pinned. But that was something the blonde didn't even realise. She still had managed to keep the scissor hold, and hold of Alicia's wrists, and that was all she could think of. She was determined to try to squeeze Alicia's head until she either submitted or managed to escape. However, in their new position, it was also more difficult for Isa to maintain the hold of Alicia's wrists.

This was a one step at a time situation. First, Alicia had to muscle a blonde almost as tall and thick as herself up onto her shoulders. And then she had to keep her there for a full three count.

She’d managed the first without any resistance but also without any respite in the brutal vice clamped around her. Isa’s legs were jaws closing in, the redhead’s trapped hands denying her any opportunity to try and loosen the grasp.

The kickboxer was currently on the receiving end of a mixed blessing. Isa’s headscissors was just that – a headscissors. Not a neckscissors, a headscissors. That meant Alicia wasn’t in danger of passing out, the blonde’s thighs were squeezing her skull and not closing her carotids.

That was why she was still in with a chance – a neckscissors with that much power behind it… Well, it wasn’t about toughing it out. It was a simple matter of biology. You tapped or you napped. Easy.

On the other hand, as Alicia herself knew, a headscissors was considerably more painful. And, sooner or later, no matter how good someone’s pain tolerance, this sort of hold from someone with Isa’s power was going to overwhelm it. The redhead was tough, she wasn’t about to immediately tap.

But it still felt like her skull was going to implode and Isa wasn’t letting up.

Fully aware of her lack of options, Alicia redoubled her attempts to get her hands free, stomping her foot in an attempt to indicate the first count of the pin.

Two more and she’d have won. Easy. Then Isa’s thighs flexed around her skull and… Yeah. Not easy. Doable but not easy.