SS: Layla vs Heather, hardcore dodgeball

After noticing that her arm was still in Layla's grasp, Heather quickly started shuffling around her arm trying to get free. "Ah..let go!" She yells as the girl seems to just be able to have complete control over her at this point of the match, something Heather was disliking quite a bit. In her thoughts she HAD to win the match, but it was slipping by the second.

Then, Layla plants her bare foot on Heather's throat, throttling her. "Ghhegh!" She lets out as she chokes from the position she's in. With her arm being pulled, the pressure is added on the choke. Heather reaches her hand up and grasps Layla's ankle, trying to pry her foot off her throat so she could breathe again. She kicks her legs out frantically as she starts throwing punches at the girl's leg if she can't pry it off.

Sneering cruelly as Heather writhed beneath her foot Layla pressed just a little harder down on the girl's throat, preventing her from taking in any new air. It was a relatively simple move to pull off and Layla didn't have too much trouble keeping Heather down no matter how much she struggled. However, as soon as Heather started punching her leg. that was when Layla realized she had to let go.

"Ghg...stupid bitch," Layla growled through the pain. With one last sharp yank of Heather's arm the smaller girl would release her arm. But she wasn't about to let Heather get away so easily. She would reach down to grab heather by the hair, and then roughly haul her to her feet, so half-way up she could send a brutal knee strike to her face.

As Layla begins to add on the pressure even more to the joke, Heather begins to frustratingly panic as her air is completely cut off. It was very much to her relief when her punches ended up forcing Layla to stop the move right there. She yelped as Layla yanked her arm as she removed the hold from her, but took a huge deep breath when her foot was no longer pressing against her throat. She keeps up the heavy breathing for as long as she can until Layla was to begin to follow up with her next move.

Being pulled up by her hair, Heather thought to herself that she's had enough. This girl was quite smaller than her but that meant absolutely nothing as she was giving her quite the run for her money. She seemed to be able to do whatever she wanted to Heather and she was just about through with having that. The sharp pain from Layla pulling her hair to bring her to her feet was almost a wake up call for Heather. As Layla threw her knee headed straight towards Heather's face, Heather quickly brought her hands up to block it before attempting to wrap them around Layla's leg and pushing forward, trying to bring the girl to her back on the sand, straddling her stomach if she is successful.

Insterad of the sweet sound of Heather's nose breaking under the power of her knee Layla instead found herself trapped when Heather grabbed her knee before it could connect. Layla growled in frustration. "Let go of me you-WAHHHH!!!" Before she could even get a full sentence out Heather had pushed her forward. The unbalanced position immediatetely had hrt falling to her back on the sand with a grunt. Then Heather dtraddled her stomach, and Layla knew she was in trouble. "L-Let me go, loser!" Layla shouted. Unfortunately her size meant that even attempting to budge Heather was a hard task, and could only struggle futiley underneath her.

As Heather sat straddled on Layla's stomach, a grin appeared upon her face after a second or two of regaining her bearings. She watches as Layla tries to struggle to get free from under her, and shakes her head a bit. "You know, this match really confuses me about the policies in this company. I really could have sworn there was some kind of age restrictions here, but I guess they are allowing elementary school kids now as well." Heather says while laughing. Normally she wouldn't do things like this, but her opponent had gotten on her nerves to the point where those words just came out of her the second she was able to retaliate.

Heather looks down at Layla with a glare after she finishes laughing and looks her straight in the eye. "It's ok, it's my turn now." She says before pulling her right fist back and trying to bring it down, swinging for Layla's cheek.

Layla struggled with all she had underneath Heather but to her great frustration she couldn't get the girl off her at all. It was humiliating to see the least. But when Heather made that little comment about her supossed age all of Layla's struggles stopped, and her mouth fell open in shock. "W-What did you call me?!" she shouted furiously, but thanks to her momentary shock she left herself completely open to the punch.

"AHH!!" Layla cried out, her head snapping to the side with the hit. Heather packed quite a wallop, but Layla could take one punch without much trouble. "UGh....that all you got, pussy?" Layla growled, bringing her amrs up to form a defense against more punches.

After connecting with the punch, Heather stares back down at Layla, keeping the grin on her face as she seems quite happy with the reaction she got from Layla just before from her taunting. "Oh? Looks like I struck your nerves on that one huh?" She goes to laugh at her own words until she hears Layla's next ones. She clenches her teeth a bit at the insult and tries to grab onto Layla's right arm that she held up.

"Pussy huh? Well how about this then little girl!" She yells out as she tries to yank back on her arm and pull her head and upperbody up. If she can do this, she'll try to lie back and swing her legs forward, attempting to wrap them around Layla's neck and arm, trying to lock in a modified triangle choke maneuver while lying on top of her, which would add an awkward bend to the hold. Heather isn't the greatest at submission holds, not taking much of the advice from her brother Dante about the necessity of them, so it's a bit weaker than it normally would be, however Heather's anger and frustration at Layla's words prompted her to act in trying to lock the hold in.

Layla kept her guard up, expecting more punches to follow, especially after her last comment, but to her confusion no blows came. Instead she was in store for something much more distressing. Her arm was grabbed, and immediateyl she started thrashing, but as before when Heather pinned her down she could not budge the larger girl. Before she knew what happening Heather's bare legs wrapped tightly around her throat, and Layla found herself in a mounted triangle choke.

"Gack!" Layla gagged, now finding it all the more harder to breath in the hold. Heather's weight pressed down on her trapped arm and neck, her constricting legs choking the life out of her. SHe kicked her legs in a panic, thrashing in the sand in an attempt to get free, but it wasn't happening.

Successfully locking in the triangle choke, Heather puts as much pressure as she can on the hold. She pulls on Layla's arm and tightens her legs and thighs around her head and arm. "Come on, why don't you just tap? Doesn't look like you're really going anywhere is it?" Heather says with a big grin on her face. She has the feeling that she's finally gotten the upperhand in the match after taking quite a beating in the beginning. She was ready to give Layla back the beating she's took, half of her hoping the girl doesn't tap.

"You know what's funny? I'm actually surprised I can do this move while still staying on you. There isn't very much room here for me, I feel like I'm already at the end of your body length." She says as a laugh escapes from her mouth. She's not quite sure what's come over her with the insults she's letting out, but the way the match has gone, along with the one insult that Layla threw at her, she wasn't holding back.

The pressure being placed on Layla's throat and head was unbearable. Her air and bloodflow was cut off, and every attempt she made to get away just made her weaker and weaker. Her kicking legs were coming to a slow stop, and she was starting to get dizzy from asphxiation. Her eyes were only half-open, staring up at Heather with a half-conscious expression, her one good hand clucthing her thigh. At this rate, it seemed she would pass out before she submitted.

Then Heather insulted her again, one that was much worse than the first, and Layla's consciousness came back to her through sheer fury. She growled furiously. SHe wasn't going out like this. Not to this girl! Trying to hold on, Layla would open her mouth wide, before bigging her teeth into Heather`s thigh with a furious bite.