Nekketsu Title Match: Ryan Knight (C) vs Charlotte Lee

Ryan would admit that Charlotte was one big bull, you had to really wrangle that Texan's neck to try and drag her around Ryan felt. Made him shudder inwardly at how hard it must have been for others, others who weren't him. The Paragon after all was built differently to your average wrestler, yet even he had to yank Charlotte forward to get the move going there.

After taking a deep sigh of relief there he took a moment to turn his back and admire Charlotte's curvy form, clearly many had been made to suffer underneath her. Getting an idea Ryan would then swiftly roll backwards and try to get atop the cowgal's back there and attempt to heft her shoulders up onto his knees for a camel clutch. "Alright dearie, let's see you handle the pressure~" he'd muse as he tried to get this horsey into a riding position!

"Not.. good..." she'd groan out, Charlotte having lost track now of where Ryan was at, a practical death sentence for a wrestler in the ring if there was one. The blonde was face first down into the ring, looking slowly around as she recovered, only to feel the sudden weight of a body press down on her like she was some sort of bull to be tamed or that of a bucking bronco.

With her weight it was a challenge but with good effort she was hoisted up a bit and soon locked into the Camel Clutch submission, back wrenched backwards as it felt like her body was going to be snapped in twain. Charlotte would let out a soft cry, wincing as she held out, trying to power through. It was bad, real bad, but she could hold out, using her strength to pry his arms off of her.

It was an odd situation there perhaps for Charlotte, considering that she was a cowgal who was usually doing the riding onto steeds that could handle the pressure. The Paragon was wasting no time in trying to test her neck when she wasn't suffering from back pain thanks to her filly funbags, Ryan had a sheen of sweat on his face there from the length of the match and he was trying to get whatever advantage he could as they moved towards the endgame of this bout.

Ryan glanced down at Charlotte's face there as he cranked her neck like a piece of taffy, he gave a little chuckle there and said "My my lady Charlotte, your beauty shines no matter the situation~" as her skin shined from her sweat yet even with the length of the match Ryan found his arms getting forced backwards! Giving a low hiss of annoyance he would eventually relent on the hold and stumble backwards there into a seated position as he considered that she must have found a second wind perhaps?!

Charlotte had as expected a decent amount of strength to her as she was slowly powering through the submission through sheer muscle and might. A surprising combination that one wouldn't think due to her rather chubby and soft appearance. Behind it all was someone that had the strength of a bull woman if there was one, a mechanical like bull that weighed likely close to one. As she managed to pull herself out, Ryan relenting from his hold upon her, it was clear that Charlotte was not an endurance fighter, huffing and puffing with a bead of sweat on her brow.

"Yea...well I know I'm beautiful.... flattery ain't gonna get you... nowhere..." she says was an exasperated tone. Charlotte was radiant with sweat, stumbling forward on to her hand's knees, breathing hard. Her heavy chest would sway to and fro, recovering the best that she could.