Tatyina Vs. Allison Watson

Tatyina winced as she felt Allison bend. She didn't have the strength to muscle Allison into a suplex. By the time Allison grabbed Tatyina's wrists, the petite wrestler was just trying to think of a way to get back into the match. She was forced back into the ropes and wondered just what Allison had in mind. An Irish whip? No, an armbar. Tatyina gasped as their roles were reversed. She could feel the strain in her arm as the muscles began to burn. She tried to widen her stance and use her flexibility to try and spin herself around to face Allison so the woman merely held on to her wrist. If she could manage that,she'd try and throw a knee into Allison's gut. Otherwise, she would be at the posh blonde's mercy.

Allison started to line up her next move, but then Tatyina proved to be a bit more flexible than she anticipated. The girl squirmed around and un-twisted her arm, Allison began to reach for her hair to pull her back down. She was met with another knee to the stomach.

Again she doubled over. This one hurt a little more than the first, and getting hit with another was aggravating, but Allison was glad that this opponent had spirit. It would make her inevitable victory that much more satisfying. Allison sneered, one arm across her stomach, and threw an elbow up into Tatyina's gut as she began to stand straight.

Allison's elbow was quicker that Tatyina expected and she gasped as she too was doubled over. She pressed her neck against Allison's neck to try and get into position and grab Allison's wrist. If she could, she would try and shift to her right, pull the wrist and turn her body to snap her foot into the back of Allison's knee to try and cut her down and pull her arm painfully back and up. Not an armbar but locking the arm at the joint and pulling it up and backwards to try and keep Allison low tot he ground. and use it like a steering rudder.

Allison was forced down to one knee and growled as Tatyina bent her arm up, keeping her bent down. She stayed calm. She could deal with the pain, and was strong enough to resist and prevent the little girl from bending her up too much. Besides, she was certainly providing the cameras with some rather pleasing angles of her curvaceous body during this process of waiting out her opponent.

She turned into the direction her arm was bend and heaved up to her feet, so that her arm was bent behind her back. She reached back over her shoulder, looking for Tatyina's head, or her hair, trying to take hold of one or the other and yank forward to flip her over and plant her on the mat.

Tatyina was looking to turn the arm into a submission, but not a painful one. She hoped that she could get Allison into a sleeper hold but was wary of letting go of her arm. While she was trying to make a decision, she felt her hair tugged on. She gasped as loud as she was capable when it was tugged on. Her eyes widened and she was flipped onto her butt in the impromptu snapmare. She let out a small 'oof' as she tried to recover her senses and scramble away from Allison.

Quickly, before Tatyina could get away, Allison adjusted to brace her knee between the girl's shoulder blades and wrapped both hands under her chin. She pulled, bending Tatyina's neck back, and once she was satisfied with her ability to muscle the smaller girl around, she used only one hand to pull on her chin and clamped the other over her nose and mouth. Adding that little bit of insult and discomfort, creating that little bit of panic, was the most important part.

"I'll take it from here, love."

Tatyina groaned as she felt the knee in her back and her chin wrenched up painfully. Her teeth clenched and she pounded a foot against the mat as pain seared through her body. Would she already be forced to quit the match after just one submission attempt? Tatyina couldn't! But Allison was clearly stronger. and had the red head in a pretty good position. That was, until, she decided that she would rather humiliate Tatyina instead of beat her outright.

Tatyina grunted softly when her nose was pinched and her mouth was covered. She had a pretty good cover but she wouldn't loose oxygen that quickly. Tatyina figured, though, that the hold couldn't be as tight just because of how it was being applied so she turned her palm flat, her fingers pointing straight up and tried to jab them between her cheek and Allison's hand. She would try and stab upward and twist and throw her arm outward to try and break the grip on her nose and mouth.

If she could manage that, then she would attempt to grab Allison's now outstretched and hanging wrist with both hands and try and tug the woman off balance so she would tumble onto her back next to Tatyina. She would hope to turn the moment into a reversal of sorts. trying to maintain a grip on Allison's wrist while locking her legs around the arm and pressing her feet into Allison's side to lock in a submission of her own!

This slippery little bugger was proving to be quite a nuisance. She managed to pry Allison's hand off of her face, and while Allison was trying to pull it back the girl upset her balance enough to pull her to the side. Try as she might, though, Tatyina couldn't find the leverage to flatter Allison out on her back, and as she wrapped her legs around Allison's arm, Allison got to her knees.

Allison reached down and grabbed one of Tatyina's wrists. She got to her feet, bent over with the little girl on her back and attached to Allison's arm. She bent her knees and heaved upward to lift her a couple feet off the mat and then forcefully dropped her back down. In the moment when Tatyina's grip was loosened, she lifted a foot up over Tatyina's body and stomped down at her face.

She could have Allison's arm all day as far as she was concerned. It was somewhat less than elegant, but she'd make her pay for her optimism.

Tatyina grimaced as her ploy failed. Nos she was latched onto Allison's arm but the bigger Brit had all the leverage. As she lifted herself up, her eyes widened. She quickly tried to release her legs and bridge herself as Allison tried to force her down. She wasn't stronger than Allison but she thought at least with her legs bridged, she could slow her descent and turn it into a push rather than a drop. But that was the least of her problems. Now Allison was trying to stomp on her face. Tatyina closed her eyes and snapped one of her feet forward, hoping to aim it at the leg that Allison wasn't lifting up. Even if Allison managed the kick, hopefully that would at least throw the blond off balance.

Allison was starting to feel like she was underestimating Tatyina. As she again sank down to her knees, unbalanced before her stomp could land, she had to worry a bit more about the position of her arm. She strained her arm to resist Tatyina's pull, the definition on her bicep starting to show, and again she labored up to her feet.

The time she could hold out against this armbar was limited. She pulled one leg back and with Tatyina laying on her shoulders, the rest of her body off the mat, Allison maliciously kicked the toe of her boot into the middle of the little girl's back.