Tyris vs. Sasha - Submission

And as she tried to rise, Sasha would find the Amazon's knee heading right for her face again!

Sasha saw the knee rushing toward her. She growled and tossed her self to the side as the knee closed in, raising her left leg, trying to swing it upward to the guts of her opponent.
Sasah was almost passing out but she not planned to give up yet but most energy was sucked from the kid's body.

Tyris' knee strike would miss it's mark, and Sasha's gut kick would hit home, actually causing Tyris to stagger and stop for a brief moment...

Sasha stood there on wobbly legs and then took a deep breath, jumping at Tyris, trying to throw her self into the middle of the woman's body, trying to bring her adult opponent down hard.

As the tired Sasha threw herself at Tyris, she would actually grab at her the girl as she fell back, trying to wrap her arms around for another tight, hard bearhug as they hit the mat, trying to squeeze the life from her again as she lied with her back on the mat.

Sasha, just trying to get away or upon her big opponent's chest, felt mighty arms coilling around her upper body and the first two waves of preassure where enough to send a strong feeling of naussea trough the kid's body.
Sasha gasped, trying to force air into her lungs. A burning feeling spread in the girl's lungs and back. With the knees pressed to the mat Sasha tried to wiggle free but in front of her were the ropes so she was trapped at first, hands pressed to her side, squirming and moaning.

Tyris would keep the squeeze on the poor, smaller girl, hugging her tightly to herself and trying to squeeze the very life out of her. Again an angry look would cross her face as she shouted up at her, "Submit!!"

Sasha arched her back, moaning, teeth gritted, giving a small growl of frustrationa and pain..and helpless furry. She had hardly felt that helpless and frustrated in fourteen years.
her legs flailing she tried to get free, glaring up at Tyris.

...and Tyris would glare right back, still trying to squeeze her opponent into either submission or take her out of the game completely, the ref hurrying over and asking poor Sasha if she was ready to submit.

Sasha growled, dark dots starting to dance across her blurred view as the bolts of pain rushing up her spine grew more intense. She gasped, slightly drooling from the corner of her lips.
She hung there, still weakly trashing and shaking but now all power and strenght left her small, burly body.
She groaned, then yelped weakly.
With a moan she shook her head, back arched and mouth gaped open.