Imai Cosmo vs Laila Nazari

It took some doing, but Laila managed to slowly but surely reverse Imai's hold, flipping him over onto his back, and, in the process, pulling her head free of his encircling arms. Taking a deep gasp of air, Laila rolled over onto her side, this time giving Imai a taste of her own strong arms as she trapped his blonde haired head between the mat and her upper body, clamping an arm around his head and squeezing. She held her breath as she coiled her arm tightly, letting Imai feel the bunched muscles of her arm...although in his position, Imai would also feel the right side of Laila's breast pressing against him slightly as well...

Suddenly, Imai's knee came shooting back, nailing Laila hard in the spine. She winced in pain from the blow, but held on...but this point the surprise hit had weakened her headlock, enough that Imai might be able to escape...

Imai grunted as the arm squeezed around his head after being flipped onto his back as this contest of technical grappling continued on with neither competitor backing down or giving up yet. As he struggled the blond did feel a bit of Laila's breast pressing against him and, had it not been for the match itself, he might have been flustered but at the moment he paid no mind to it as he could feel the knee hit home against the woman's spine. Though it didn't break the hold completely he could feel her grip weaken and with it an idea came to him.

Grunting again, this time in exertion, Imai would move to use her own hold to try and roll her onto her back for a pin. If successful the ref would move to try and count the pin and the blond hoped that an effort to break the pin would weaken the hold more, to a level where he could more reliably escape it.

Laila was breathing through clenched teeth now. That shot to her back had hurt like a bitch, and it had caused her grip around Imai's blonde head to weaken substantially (even as she continued to squeeze his head like a walnut she wanted to crack open). He was tenacious, she would give him that, but she was not just about to let him go and--

Her eyes widened as Imai's arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. The next thing she knew, she was rolled back, her shoulders pressed against the mat in a pinfall. The ref was immediately upon them for the countdown.

"1--"

Cursing, Laila kicked out, using the motion to roll away from Imai. As she got some distance away from him, she would roll up to her knees, glaring daggers at him. "I am going to make you tap before this night is over, blonde bitch," she growled at him in Arabic.

Imai managed a small grin as he managed to pull off the pin, he knew it wouldn't get him the win but it did make her back off before the ref could get past one. Using this he quickly moved to his knees in turn, looking over at his opponent, noting the daggers she was glaring at him. As she spoke in her native tongue he didn't know WHAT she said but he could tell that it probably wasn't anything friendly.

Still this didn't bother him much, as he took the time to move a hand to his bangs, moving them up before giving a grin, one more fierce than friendly when compared to his past grins and smiles in the match. "You seem upset, but don't let that make you sloppy or I'll put you to sleep." He replied, speaking in Japanese before settling into a crouched over stance. For now he kept an eye on her, waiting to see what she would do, to see if he would need to use his secret technique yet.

Japanese, Laila could understand. Granted, she couldn't understand it half as well as most of the other languages she spoke (and there were quite a few), but she got the gist of what Imai was saying. Her glaring eyes never left his, and his smile just irritated her even more. "Then I have defeat you in sleep," she said, knowing but not caring that her Japanese was somewhat broken.

And with that, she sprang into action, lunging at Imai and raising an arm as though to aim a punch at his face...only to suddenly drop down at the last second, grabbing for his leg with both arms. If she managed that, then she would try to trip him down onto his butt or front, and snap her own legs around his trapped limb, aiming to get him in a legbar submission hold!

At her reply Imai bit back the urge to chuckle, "Can't let that happen, my teacher would never let me live it down if you did." He replied back before preparing for what her next move would be. As she moved forward, seeming to aim for a punch Imai's guard was up but part of him felt it was strange, considering the two had gotten a better feeling for each other he was certain the other knew an attack like this wouldn't pan out.

His eyes widened as she then dropped down, aiming to grab one of his legs. Imai stepped back to avoid his leg being grabbed and would then attempt to move his own arms around her neck before she could pull back. If successful he would try to press down with his body weight to try and force her back to the mat while maintaining the chokehold! If she avoided the counter it would likely give her a chance to go for another offense.

Laila was banking on being able to move too fast for Imai to follow, to strike at him and lock in a deadly submission hold before he had a chance to react. Imai, however, was showing her more and more to be a much more capable fighter than she had first thought: not only did he not fall for her feint, but he managed to snatch an arm around her neck in the process! Laila reacted quickly, managing to get one of her arms in between Imai's arm and her throat to prevent him from cinching the grapple all the way, but that didn't stop him from taking her down to the mat.

She breathed through gritted teeth, her slender yet fit body writhing against Imai's own formidable form as she tried to get free, her free hand prying in vain at Imai's encircling arm. The crowd watched in fascination as the two muscular fighters were locked, grinding together as they battled for supremacy. Scissoring one of Imai's legs, Laila would arch, trying to roll the two of them over onto Imai's back so that she could get some better leverage with which to pry herself loose.

Imai grunted a bit as he felt her manage to move an arm to prevent the full choke but managed to get her down to the mat, small victories were vital, especially against someone proving to be as tough as his opponent. As she struggled he in turn worked to try and keep things in his favor, even if she prevented a full choke he was banking that she'd grow weaker the longer the hold was maintained, worn down to where he could aim for a knockout. She was certainly not someone he could afford to underestimate if he wanted to come out on top, but he couldn't help the grin that formed, he was enjoying the thrill of the fight against such a worthy opponent.

He was pulled from his thoughts however when he felt her toned legs move around one of his own. His eyes widened before he cursed a bit as she managed to arch and roll the two of them over onto his back. Knowing she was now in a better position to escape his choke he had to make a decision; maintain the hold as long as he could and risk being opened up for retaliation or back away now and try to make distance and plan out his next move. He decided to take his chance, squeezing down on her neck and arm as tightly as he could until she could break out of the hold.

Laila's breathing became tighter now as she and Imai wrestled in close proximity, and she could feel beads of sweat starting to roll down her next, abs and chest. She managed to successfully roll the two of them over, but Imai kept his headlock locked in, continuing to squeeze relentlessly around Laila's head and neck and pressiing her face against his chest, forcing her to breathe against his abs. Her free arm pried away at Imai's arm, trying to twist it loose from around her, while she used her trapped arm the same way, trying to level Imai's lock out of place.

If she failed to simply grappl her way free, then Laila would use her free hand to send several sharp jabs into Imai's side, hoping to make him lose his grip. Either way, whether she muscled her way free or punched her way out, Laila would try to spring into action if she escaped, grabbing one of Imai's arms and dropping down, snapping her legs around it as she tried to trap him in another armbar!

Imai panted as he continued to struggle with his formidable opponent for dominance, their bodies pressed against each other to where he could feel her hot breath against his abs. He paid that little heed as he struggled to keep the hold intact even as she worked to try and pry his arm from around her neck. However what he wasn't as prepared for were the jabs that hit his side, causing him to gag as they still had enough power along with placement weakened his hold enough for her to get free.

As she then managed to grab an arm and snap her legs around it as well he grunted as the new sensation of his arm being pressed into a painful armbar. However thanks to their struggling on the ground the two were close to the rope. Moving he aimed his feet, trying to get them around the bottom rope before the hold could be focused on more. He hoped his move worked else he'd have to come up with another strategy and fast!