Leah Shaw vs Levi the Great [Standard Match]

Leah winced, hissing softly as Levi clenched a fist full of her hair, painfully pulling her head up to stare up at him. She hardly even noticed his arm drawing back, one eye still pressed shut as she reeled from the kick. “Don't count on i-” she was cut short as his fist collided head on with her, rattling her completely.

Her head jerked back with the blow, eyes blinking rapidly in a stunned realization of pain. She suddenly felt heavy, sluggish. Her armed raised up defensively, one reached to grasp at his wrist, the other just raised between them to try and stop another punch if it came. She pulled back, trying to yank at his wrist to pull herself free.

He wanted Leah to look at him. To look at the Great One and, in his words, the future champion. This blonde may have tried to defy him but it felt good to shut her up, his fist colliding with her head. If only he was not gasping for air and coughing still. But the punch did it's job. Shutting that bitch up. "Shut the fuck up." He said flatly, the crowd not giving him the fanfare but boos from the crowd. "And you guys can shut up too!" He barked, but only getting more of them. Not really helping matters

While it did rattle her brain, she remained defiant as ever, her hand coming up to pull on his wrist to break free from the hold in her hair. Being on the defensive as Leah tries to break free. "Damn you..." Grumbling as she keeps yanking at his wrist to pull free. But fine. She want's to be free. Whatever.

His left leg slides back, the Great One would simply let go of her hair, but soon afterwards Levi would throw his left leg towards Leah's head for a roundhouse kick on a downed opponent!

Leah pulled back, free from Levi’s grasp. There was no real time to celebrate she had to get up, get back in the fight. As she tried to rise, his kick caught her in the head sending her down to the canvas with a loud thud. She groaned, writhing on the mat as she slowly slipped from her side onto her front, laying sprawled out along the ground.

She knew she should roll away but her mind was hazy. Her hands pawed at the mat, not really getting her anywhere. Her body wasn't reacting how she wanted it to. How she needed it to. She pressed her forehead to the canvas, trying to somehow quell the violent throbbing that was making it hard to compile her thoughts.

She eventually managed to dig the toes of her boots into the mat. Her palms found a bit of purchase as well, allowing her to slowly try to crawl away, moving towards the ropes. She was visibly dazed, silent same for her huffing as she tried to get away. She needed a moment to recover.

There was the momentum. There it was! And damn that felt good. That's what you get when you face the Great One. He looked down with a cocky smirk on his face as he watched Leah writhe and sprawled on the ground. His arms open wide, not feeling much shame as he played with the crowd in the middle of the ring. "I am the most lethal and greatest wrestler alive right now! Ain't nobody that can touch me!!" He yelled to the crowd. Doesn't matter if they cheer or boo him. They will know him as the greatest, one way or another.

But he hasn't won yet, Leah was crawling and moving towards the ropes. Levi notices this from the corner of his eye. The bitch ain't done yet, huh. Fair enough.

Levi would soon come towards her and reach down, grabbing at her ankle in an attempt to pull her away from the ropes and bring her ass to the center. "I told you, once I am done with you, you'll never think of wrestling again..." Reminding her of what he said before. "So allow me to give you a reason why!" If Leah doesn't pull her leg free from his grasp, Levi would lift that leg up and apply his favorite submission hold and one of his signatures: The Infection Ankle Lock!"

Leah hadn’t gotten far even with Levi showboating in the middle of the ring. She could hear him coming up behind her but there wasn’t much to be done about it. Not like this. She had grabbed hold of her leg, lifting it by the ankle to drag her back along the canvas. She groaned softly as she was pulled along.

She twisted, rolling herself onto her back, squinting at the bright overhead lights as they shined down on her. Leah's head still spun, making those lights having a searing brightness to them that hurt. She struggled, digging her heel into the mat, arms outstretched to provide as much resistance as she could to being yanked along.

While she couldn't pull her leg free, she did the only other thing she could think of. As he went to wrap his arms around her leg before dropping back into the hold, she thrust out her leg trying to slam her boot as hard as possible into his shin, trying to knock his leg out from under him.

From what he said, Levi might be evil enough to put Leah on the shelf. With the ankle lock, it might be possible to do so. Whatever his intent, it would probably show once he manages to lock it in. Well...if he could lock it in. Leah was proving to be resistant yet again, turning on her back and making it hard to really get her to the middle when she is struggling like this. Damn bitch. If she was gonna prove to be that much trouble then Levi would have to lock in that hold.

But before his arms would move to wrap around that leg, her foot shot out and knocked into his shin, not only stinging pain can be felt but also falling down. "Gahh! Shit!" Luckily, he didn't fall face first into the canvas, more so on one knee, having to let go to use his hands to stop himself from falling flat hard. One of his hand tending to his shin as he seethed in pain. "Friggin-" Annoying little cockroach, he would say but hissed soon afterwards

While not a submissionist by any stretch of the imagination, she knew enough to scrape by. She wasn't going to risk racing Levi to her feet, not while she was flat on the ground like this. Rather than retreating, she scooted closer. She lifted her legs, spread out on either side as she raised them up to try and close them in around Levi’s head.

She’d try to apply in a simple yet effective headscissor on the man, giving her body a firm twist to try a different drag him flat onto the mat where she could wrestle most control from the hold. While locking her ankles to complete the hold was easy, she wouldn't have him in the optimal location from the awkward distance between them with him kneeling and her on the ground.

If she managed to ground him, she would reach down to grip his head, pulling it more snugly to Nestle between her thighs where she could apply the most pressure. Keeping hold of his head in her hands as she squeezed, a bit harder than she might have otherwise to a more sporting opponent.

Friggin, dumb, piece of shit bitch! Stupid, little-bullcrap! Absolute fucking...bullcrap! 

Among the many things he would say to her in his mind. The ankle lock was the move that would end the match for sure and once he locked it in, she would be crying, tapping, more crying, and forced to admit he's the greatest before he walks away in fanfare. That is what was going through his mind.

But no. None of that was happening .And once he fell to the ground, tending to his knee, the great mind of his didn't think that his head was exposed, Leah Shaw moving in and clamping her legs shut with a simple headscissor. "Ghhn!" Grunting as he feels her thighs pressing on his skull, her ankles locked and his hand moved from his shin to her thighs, gripping on them as he is dragged flat on the canvas. Not only humiliating having a women's thighs squeeze your head, but being pulled closer in, his moans and cries muffled by her crotch.

"MmmphM! Grrmmphh!! Luuuumph.... Mmmmph...gmmmmph!!!" What would have translated as 'let me go' but muffled however, his hands frantically trying to pry at her thighs, Leah definitely pouring the pressure there!

She had him. Without a hitch, she got him just where she wanted him. She leaned herself back, stretching her legs out to cinch in the hold even tighter as her ankles strained to keep together. Leah let out pleased sigh, imagining his mumbling was more of an apology to her than a request to be released. She liked how that sounded anyway.

As his hands gripped at her legs she couldn't help but smile a bit. They wouldn't find much luck in loosening the hold even slightly. She reached down, grasping to try and grab one of his wrists, the only one she could reach from her to try a different hold it still and prevent any further efforts by it.

Her other hand remained on his head, idly combing through his short cropped hair. She didn't need to hold his head steady, instead she used it to wordlessly taunt and tease at him. Fitting payback she thought. Fun too.

“Not so great now, huh?” She snickered softly. Every moment she remained in control, she regained a bit more of the strength he had taken from her with his earlier attacks. A resting hold like this was helping her out far more than simply working him over.

"Grrrmmmph!! Mmmmmmmph!!!" Levi would pull at her thighs just in an attempt to pry them off or at the very least, ease up the squeeze on his head. However, it is all to no avail. Either his face was going red from anger or embarrassment, still, his head was going red. Not helped more as Leah would tease and mock the man. A position he didn't like in the slightest.

And now one of hands was pulled away, making it even more harder. The more he struggled, the more strength sapped away from him. He needed to get out. And fast. 

If at all possible, Levi's legs would roam around, still having some idea as to where he is. His free hand left her thigh as he dug the toes of his boots, his palm looking to push and scoot the two over to the ropes. Grunting and yelling, his leg blindly tries to seek them, moving closer and closer.

If he manages to, Levi would hook the foot or at least get his toe on it to force Leah into breaking the hold.