Trini "Starshine" Carazo vs. Ayane "Empress" Yamamoto

Trini, in surprisingly vicious fashion considering her usual easygoing demeanor, attacked the Japanese woman's belly from the semi-mounted position like a Brazilian jiu-jitsu practitioner, bearing down on it with her weight and using the ring floor to her advantage, trapping the Empress between a fist and a hard place. Her other arm was still trapped and in searing pain as she brought her fist down on her foe's abdomen a second time, trying to blast her knuckles through muscle like a hot knife through butter; then there was a brief release, a cessation of pain, and then a sudden sense of vertigo as Ayane finished the roll that Trini had started, aiming to pin Trini's arm on the canvas with her buxom Asian body, with Trini on her own belly and unable to go after the Empress's.

"Ugh!" the Calfornian grunted, golden hair spraying in all directions as she spun through the rest of the roll. She was not in a particularly dangerous position anymore, but her arm still did not have freedom of movement where it was trapped beneath Ayane. Trini tried to wiggle it, swinging with her elbow, hoping to excavate some space as if it were trapped underneath a rock slide and not a woman's body. At this point, slipping it free was the best she could hope for, because otherwise she wasn't going anywhere.

A stalemate occurred, with Ayane no longer able to bend her arm but also unable to hurt it further, keeping it down on the mat kept Trini down for now, while Trini looked for a way to get out. By the time she did that, they'd be back to square one, Ayane had to prevent that anyway she could. She didn't want a neutral fight before she had an advantage, it slowed down a match. Ayane looked back and saw Trini's leg and knew what she could do, she would reach out and push Trini's head down so she could roll back without Trini slipping away and grabbing her leg, quickly sitting up and pulling the leg up and over her head she would start to pull on the leg and trap her in a muffler stretch.

"While you waste time trying to destroy my body, I'll destroy everything...including those abs." Ayane said pulling back on the leg while bending it over her shoulders to try and weaken more of Trini. The submission specialist skills of the Empress were what was going to carry her through the match, and force a brute like Trini to learn how far behind she was.

In this position, neither of them was going to be able to do much to hurt the other. Trini could only wiggle her trapped arm, while her three other limbs were all out of reach of her opponent's body. Ayane could weigh down Trini's arm, but until she let go of it there was very little damage she could do other than by hoping she was chubby enough to cut off circulation to the limb.

Trini was trying to work with her legs to pry her arm free, her knees lifting her butt into the air as she wiggled loose, when Ayane changed her tactic. The woman practically rolled on top of Trini's skull in the process of grabbing onto her leg. Suddenly, the blonde felt herself scooped up, dragged out of her prone position, situated upside-down as her leg was hooked around the nape of Ayane's neck, stretching her body out from head to toe into a debilitating stretch muffler, putting her abs on display just as Ayane's had been in the stretch Trini had put her in!

"Ugh...not a waste of time...aren't you playing catch-up...?" Trini gasped out as she was stretched.

Ayane was bending the american by her leg with the stretch muffler, forcing her leg over her head and stretching those abs out. She wanted to make Trini scream and force her to realize she was in a losing battle. She thought it had done the trick of worrying her until she had the nerve to open her mouth again. Asking her if she was the one playing catch up. The thought of being behind anyone in a match angered Ayane enough that she would try to lift Trini in the air still holding her in the stretch muffler and trying to torture Trini into silence.

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"You've allowed a slight bit of luck to go to your head! That must be punished before you continue to insult me, all you had to do was keep your mouth shut and this would've been so much easier." Ayane boasted continuing to blame Trini for being too casual about this title match. Now she was ready to make her pay for it.

Trini tried to keep up the positive vibes at all times, but even she had to admit that it wasn't easy to do when put into a position like this one. The stretch muffler forced one of her long, strong legs to fully extend around her opponent's back, putting tension on her thigh as well as her abdomen. Lifted up into the air with no leverage, Trini found herself simply groping at Ayane's boot, hands scrabbling for any kind of a hold which would let her do more than dangle.

"Gaahn!" She couldn't help letting out a yell of pain now, as sweat of exertion and nerves dripped down her suddenly-aching body. Ayane had her good, and it was not going to be easy getting out of it. Gritting her teeth to try to prevent herself from screaming again, Trini focused on enduring, her mind working feverishly to formulate a plan of escape, as much of a longshot as any she thought of might be. For at least the next few seconds, she was trapped, and she had to hope that nothing in her body popped in a way which she couldn't come back from.

Ayane was bending her leg and watching Trini struggle in the submission hold. For once her voice was actually yelling in pain and her calm happy attitude was gone. Ayane loved to hear that, no one could be that calm all the time and she hated the fact that she even tried to pretend that they were on the same level. Now she wanted to see that calm mind break down until she had to submit, like Ayane had done to hundreds of opponents in her past. Ayane would bounce in place to shake her leg before she would eventually throw Trini down, finished punishing her leg for the moment.

"I could torture this leg all day, I could torture anything and make you break." Ayane said grabbing the leg and holding it close before she would drop down for a leg ddt to keep putting pressure on the leg. She had a prize in mind and destroying these limbs would put those out of the way before she turned her attention to Trini's abs and conquered another one.

Trini was winding herself up for another escape attempt, one which would no doubt cause her plenty of pain in her leg as she was forced to power out of the brutal submission hold and scramble away from her assailant using her finely-honed reflexes.

Before she could do so, Ayane simply let go of her and slammed her down on the canvas. Trini felt a jolt of pain and a pang of regret that she had not been able to break free before her opponent had decided to toss her down like dirty laundry. The Empress had the mistaken impression that she was just a fitness model, a two-bit Jane Fonda impersonator, and she was not going to be disabused of that idea if she was able to have her way like this. As the Japanese woman grabbed Trini's leg again and dropped down into another painful hold, the Californian let out a hiss and bucked with her whole body, realizing she had to move fast and decisively or else she might lose effective use of that leg completely.

And so, gritting her teeth, she began grabbing at the canvas with both hands, fingers digging in for purchase, crawling arm over arm, trying to drag herself forward an inch at a time towards the all-too-distant ropes.

Ayane had begun wearing down the leg, forcing Trini to scream and struggle for the safety of the ropes. Ayane was trying to stop her, forcing her back and tightening her grip on the leg. "You really think those ropes will save you?" Ayane taunted confident she couldn't reach them, but sensing she was getting closer than she'd like. Ayane tried to start pulling her away before her fingers could reach it and force Ayane to let her go.

Eventually she would let go of the hold and instead try to pull her back, even if she grabbed the ropes all she needed to do was get her off them and back into the middle of the ring and it wouldn't mattered. Ayane refused to do anything besides torture this girl, until she was forced to bow to the will of the Empress as everyone else would.

Trini refused to quit, refused to take no for an answer. She let out low, husky, animalistic growls as she managed to claim inch by painful inch of ring floor while the Empress tried to twist her leg all the way around in its socket. She was within a foot of reaching the ropes when Ayane yanked her away the first time, but she planted her free leg on the canvas and tried to increase the traction under her booted heel. She was still pulled back several feet, but she just grit her teeth and began to crawl forward again, ignoring the pain in her leg, ignoring the words coming from her foe's mouth.

Ayane was about to learn why she was wrong for refusing to respect Trini's skills. It should have already been obvious that the two of them were on equal footing as Trini powered through almost two long minutes of leg torture. Now, at last, she was released, Ayane allowing her to reach the ropes before hoisting her leg up into the air again, obviously intending to drag her all the way back to the center of the ring.

Trini took a deep breath and let a frown cross her face. She wound up her body, legs suddenly coiling close to her firm glutes, her core tensed. Then, with the power of a piston pumping inside an engine, she lashed straight backward with her leg, aiming her booted heel right at the Empress's exposed belly!

Ayane wasn't letting Trini go and she wasn't going to stop bending her even if she refused to quit. She had her in trouble even when she inched towards the ropes and even managed to pull her away. Trini had to power through more troubles before her arm eventually reached out and grabbed the ropes once again, stopping the submission once again. Ayane huffed and tried to pull her off the ropes, ready to keep working the leg until it was useless and Trini recovered and tried to stop that until she could turn and throw a kick at Ayane's gut to stop her in her tracks then and there.

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"Uggh!" Ayane screamed, Trini's boot smacked her abs and forced her backwards. Her abs were once again assaulted by Trini, offending her as Trini continued to treat her stomach like any others. "You could make this easy on yourself and give up...but you're too stubborn. No one's ending my reign." Ayane hissed angrily holding her stomach.