Baylee vs Oya (no contest)

Baylee was thinking of her next move while resisting the pushing. It seemed that her rival had no openings to attack! However she didn't expect her opponent to go to the offensive, and as their bodies touched each other tightly she felt Oya's leg sending her to an unevitable fall.

Baylee will improvise a counter by trying to turn 180-degree with her standing leg, so that Oya will fall with the back on the mat instead of herself.

Clear blue eyes widened for a moment as Oya felt he momentum shift, twisting her body so that she landed back first on the mat. A soft 'Unf!' escaped her as the take down was essentially reversed and for a moment the two wrestlers bodies pressed flush against one another.

~Clever girl..~ Oya couldn't help thinking just then. ~Lets see how she handles herself on the mat~

Oya began to quickly lift those long, toned legs around either side of Baylee's figure, looking to wrap them tight around the other girls middle with a body scissor.

Baylee left out a small growl of satisfaction as she found her opponent's body under hers. But this sensation only lasted half a second, and her mind went blank out of surprise for another half-second when she felt her midsection being constricted. She had to release herself.

Baylee will put her left arm near her body, trying to pry off Oya's legs before she could lock her ankles. At the same time, she'll slowly push her right forearm into Oya's neck, not trying to choke her but to make her lose focus in the grasp.

Oya's grappling experience became more apparent as she tucked her chin, protecting her throat from the press of Baylee's forearm. At the same time she thrashed her hips up and down, trying to jostle the smaller girl roughly and disrupt her attemts long enough to lock her ankles properly and complete that vice like squeeze.

The canadian saw frustated her defense attempts get foiled, and her opponent's legs finally locked together, clamping her slender and pale waist. As the pain started to come and the air started to leave, there was a glint of desperation in her eyes. Blinded by these feelings, she moved her other arm to Oya's legs too, in a useless strive to separate them, incapable of thinking clearly for a second - which would be more than enough for her opponent.

Oya saw an opportunity, a moment of weakness.. and quickly sought to take full advantage of it. Her strong thighs, positioned just beneath Baylee's ribs, began to pour on the pressure as her ankles locked tight around the small of the girls back.

The muscles in her dusky skinned limbs flexed and rippled visibly as Oya clamped down like a python wrenching the life from it's prey. After several painful moments Oya would brace her hands against the mat and rock their bodies to the right, trying to shift position so that both wrestlers were on laying on their sides with the body scissor still locked tight.

The newly apllied pressure struck Baylee with all its might, and her strength was slowly being sapped while she tried to resist the hold. Her body was being squished mercilessly, and as if it was not enough, she felt her body being turned to the side. The additional twisting made her head arche back with the pain. But then she saw... the rope! The rope, which was lying only some feet in front of her. She desired the rope more than anything now, and started to struggle towards it, as it was her only chance of breaking free.

Oya cursed silently to herself. So caught up in crushing the younger wrestlers waist, applying that slow, excruciating pressure, that she had forgotten about the ropes completely.

In Africa, where Oya first learned to grapple, there were no ropes to take into account and the arena was usually open. Had she thought of it, she would have turned Baylee so that the Canadian was facing 'away' from the ropes... but it was too late now.

They were very close to the ropes and Oya knew at once that Baylee would reach them, but she wasn't going to make it easy. The bigger girl maintained the brutal scissor but went almost dead weight otherwise, forcing Baylee to waste even more energy getting herself to the ropes.

Baylee struggled more and more for the ropes, moving very slowly thanks to Oya's efforts to delay her escape. The pain still increased as if it didn't have a limit to stop.

The bottom rope was finally right in front of her, after what seemed to be a decade of pain. Making a final struggle, she lifted her right arm, grabbed the long-awaited rope and didn't let go of it. She was panting heavily because of the effort and also because of the crushing pressure on her waist.

Oya's eyes narrowed into angry slits as Baylee finally made it to the bottom rope, hanging on for dear life. The ref girl darted in, ordering Oya to break the hold, but the ebony woman clearly refused, a little smirk playing across her lips as she looked down at Baylee.

"Under these rules, I have till 'five', correct?"

The ref girl was already counting and Oya squeezed for all she was worth, sweat beading across her dusky body from the exertion. Only a few extra seconds, but she milked the scissor right to the count of four, releasing Baylee a split second before the Ref girl counted 'FIVE' and had her disqualified. Oya disentangled her sweat sheened limbs and got to her feet, stepping back towards the rings center as the ref got between the two fighters to ensure a clean break.