Leah Shaw vs. "Amazon" Alaina Sanders

Alaina saw the little girl Leah stay up and shake off a powerful shot that outright leveled other wrestlers, male and female alike, like it was nothing! Alaina was already moving back in as Leah opted to talk swinging her knee into Leah's abdomen putting all she had into it to raise her body off the ground! Alaina scowled and looked enraged grabbing her right after to scoop Leah up and hold her high, slapping her backside before slamming her off the mat as hard as she could!

Alaina flexed her biceps and stood over Leah now taking the time for a few words herself. "How was that ya bratty little blonde?" Alaina said confident she had to have put a dent in the smaller woman with that knee and slam.

Leah sured up her stance, spreading her legs slightly. She gave her head a quick shake to flick hair from over her eyes to stare Alaina down with a puffed up chest, daring her to throw another punch at her. While the crowd seemed to love that, it was all for nothing as the Amazon took her free shot as a knee to the abdomen, something the blond girl took far less gracefully than the early punch. It had left her bent forward coughing, easy prey to be grabbed by the other woman.

Hoisted up she was flipped vertically and held aloft, a slap to her perky cheeks got a hit of red to flush on her cheeks that weren't just a result of the blood rushing to her head. “H-hey!” She let out a disconcerted protest which was promptly answered with a slam that shook the canvas. She writhed on the mat at Alaina’s feet, clutching at her back with a hand. When posed the likely rhetorical question, she answered with a strain groin. “Better, ugh... much better.”

Alaina smiled as Leah was down on the mat. What better way to keep on going by keeping her there? Alaina jumped up and extended her legs looking to bring her big power thighs crashing down on top of Leah with a double leg drop!

This was more like it, or so Alaina thought. If her landing was successful she would clamp her legs around Leah's head, squeezing away with a headscissor hold to try to choke her while posing, flexing her biceps.

While it was said turnabout is fair play, Leah couldn't help but wonder if the person who first said that had ever been leg dropped by a 180ish pound woman before. The ring had shaken with the impact, enough that the nearby referee had bounced in place on their feet. The blond’s arms and legs had briefly flipped with the heavy blow, the force traveling down her body and out wherever it could.

“Uugh-nhh!” She lay still and helpless on the mat, even as she felt Alaine reposition, sliding her head between her meaty thighs. All she could do was weakly reach the length of her arm away, attempting to roll away but not even getting onto her side before the pressure closed in around her head like a crushing vice. her breathing slowed to a soft whining wheeze, like a balloon with a pinprick hole leaking out all its air. Her hands came up to grasp at one of Alaina’s offending thighs as she languished in the hold, kicking her feet on the mat.

Alaina laughed and squeezed harder changing from a flex to running a hand through her hair before smashing Leah on the face with a few punches! Alaina was enjoying being back in control, her confidence starting to surge again as she kept Leah trapped!

She dug in her boot's heels, shoving at the canvas to shift the women slightly, rotating the two of them so she could steal a view of the ring from between Alaina’s thigh. She wasn't going to be able to slip her head out, she had already tried that with a few tugs and hadn't done anything but strain her neck. It would have to be a rope break, which required an understanding of where they were. Somewhere behind her were the ropes judging by how far the other side of the ring was. She kicked a leg back, swinging it through the air in hopes of finding one but got nothing. She hooked an arm around Alaina’s thigh to anchor her steady and prevent her own struggling movement from additional doing damage to her neck. She bucked and kicked, dragging the two women along the ground inches at a time. Slow going for being choked.

When a punch struck her she let out a choked yelp, reaching up to try and shield herself as another punch came in through her blind flailing. The next one though, she managed to grasp for, trying to grip Alaina’s wrist in her hands and apply a hard twist to it. There was one other way to earn her escape, one closer than the ropes. It would be a makeshift hold, but an effective one as she desperately pried at the Amazon’s hand and fingers, trying to bend them to a point she might be willing to separate the two of them to break free as well.

Alaina was cruising and doing well... until that little twerp grabbed her hand! Alaina howled as her hand was pulled and twisted, sending a hard shot at Leah's chest before letting go. The amazon stood up and readied herself swinging her leg up to smash Leah in the face with a big boot once she was back to a vertical base herself!

Leah strained as she twisted, manipulating possibly the only vulnerable part of Alaina’s body. Small joints, fingers, it didn't take much coaxing for them to be in agony, another lesson learned from her brother growing up. It was a gamble to abandon her surefire escape for this, but if she had remained as she was, punches would have ended her even faster. Leah grunted as a hard impact thumped her chest. It was worth it for the sweet release of freedom, the arena air washing over her felt so good outside the crushing confines of Amazonian thighs. She took it in greedy breaths, not even caring about the new soreness in her chest as it rose and fell with her breathing.

Alaina had all the time in the world to set her trap as Leah sluggishly rolled over onto her chest with a wince and started to pick herself up. Like a zombie risen from the dead, she did so with a certain slackness in her extremities and a long low groan at the strain. When she finally stood up, she felt as if she had climbed a mountain, but Alaina’s boot coming at her was a rockslide looking to send her tumbling back down.

She instinctively dipped forward under the boot, reacting before her mind processed the fullness of the threat. She was in motion now, so she kept going, stepping into the Amazon, hooking an arm up to catch her outstretched leg just under the knee and pull it upward. Her other arm shot around the woman's neck, snaking behind her back to lock fingers with her other hand. An awkward hug, one that found Alaina balancing on one leg for a moment. She went to say something witty, this felt like the perfect time to unload a big one-liner and seem real slick, but when she opened her lips all that came out was a tired grunt… good going, Leah. She tucked a leg back, planting a heel, then with all her strength she threw herself backward, trying to haul Alaina up off the ground and pitch her up over her shoulders across the ring with a capture suplex.

Alaina was in shock that her big boot didn't connect and she was held for a split second before Leah lift up and back, the momentum of the amazon being used against her as she went up and over, landing hard on her head and neck as she crashed to the mat! She let out a moan of pain, rolling to her side and her arms cradled her head in the aftermath of the counter suplex that left Alaina on the canvas in shock as well as a good deal of agony from the impact! Things went from looking good again to Alaina on the mat in pain within seconds!

Rigorous ring drills were putting to work tonight, making use of her practice bumping to have an almost graceful drop to the mat after hurling Alaina over her head. She hit the canvas with a light thump, carrying her momentum to roll onto her upper back then sat herself forward on the rock back. It made for a decently paced rise, even if it was mired by a tightness in her chest and the crick the Amazon had left in her neck. Leah made her way over to her opponent with some extra spring in her step, trying to keep her blood pumping to stay agile.

She reached down to grab hold of the other woman, a hand behind the neck and another grasping at the wrist. With some strain, she would try to drag the woman to her feet. Before Alaina would have a chance to orient herself though, Leah would take a hopping step back and try to send the amazon towards the ropes with an Irish whip. If she sent her opponent off, the rookie would follow, slow at first to let the other woman have ahead start then charge full bore. She lowered herself, looking to catch Alaina on her return trip, tackle her abdomen, and lift her off the ground to a big spinebuster. If she hit it, Leah would try to fold the other woman's legs up over her head and hold them down on top of her at the back of her knees for a more compact pin.