Catelyn Cormac Vs. Drake Ishikawa

Win by K.O. or submission
P.O.W stipulation

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNlRqyUV4ss:2zncyi8d]Attero Dominatus by Sabaton[/url:2zncyi8d] Began blasting in the arena as Catelyn Cormac stepped out on the ramp, she was dressed in a Black bikini top with red flame motive, Black hot pants, light pink stockings, white boots, her long red hair was tied into a long pony tail.

She walked down the ramp and headed and rolled in to the ring under the bottom ropes, she got up to her feet and punched the air for a bit as she waited for her music to die down, and then she walked over to her own corner, and would await her opponent.

Smoke would creep from the back stage down the ramp as the light dimmed. A soft choir like music would open up as "Devil's Never Cry" played as Drake waited behind stage wearing a black muscle shirt and a silkish pair of shorts along with black combat boots. He closed his eyes and meditated a little as he concentrated on the match at hand. Once the Music picked up his felt energy surge through his body and pump him up as he pulled his messy jet black hair from his face staring forward with his deep blue hazel eyes. As the music switched into a metal beat he darted forward running at top speed out to the stage.

As soon as he got close enough he jumped up grabbing onto the ropes as he bounced up and down with no hands hearing the crowd cheer for the new comer. Once he was done he would bow to her respectfully and start the match.

Cat walked up to Drake and said "Hey, good to see you again, look like i am your first opponent"
she held out her hand to Drake for a friendly hand shake "Ain't gonna go easy on you though" as she would then back of a couple of steps back before moving into a fighting stance.

Drake smiled as he reached out and shook her hand gently. "Wouldn't have it any other way." Slowly he slid back into a defensive stance, always watching her shoulders waiting for a movement. He knew to always keep her within his "circle" and not to let her out of it for any reason. He waited patiently for her to make the first move.

Cat would move in closer to Drake as she would faint a punch to his face, but she would in truth send a kick aimed at his ribs, to test him out and see how good he was.

He watched her shoulders as she sent a punch at him. He swung his left arm to counter but quickly noticed it was a fake out. Watching her shoulders turn towards him he realized she was moving for something else. He reacted quickly and forced his right palm down on her leg but not enough to hurt her. Stopping her kick would cost him as he lost his focus to any further moves only able to do so much at once.

As the palm came to stop her kick, Cat noticed he didn't grab her leg so she quickly spun around to send a back kick aimed his ribs on his other side, if it worked she would move right back into her fighting stance very quickly as she would attempt to throw a straight punch aimed at Drake´s jaw and then follow it up with a uppercut aimed at his chin.

He winced as she kicked him in the ribs but learned from his mistake. He hooked his arm behind her knee and attempted to drag her to interrupt her attacks and throw her to the floor. If he succeeded he would pounce on her and follow up with a headlock from behind while she was down.

Cat was caught by surprise when her leg was hooked and dragged around before throw to the mat, "...Dammit..." Cat let out as she hit the mat, but things wasn't over as Drake pounced at her and locked her head in a headlock "grragh" Cat cringed as she was placed in the head-lock.

He would coil his legs around her waist and roll onto his back trapping her as he squeezed with his arms and legs. He planned on keeping a solid hold on the move as well as continue to keep her from getting air, hoping for a soft and gentle defeat on her. He would whisper in her ear to relax and go to sleep telling her he didn't want to hurt her. He would move slightly and gently rock her. He was aiming to end the match as quick as possible without hurt her. He didn't want to injure any woman let alone one that was kind to him when he first arrived. He waited expecting her to struggle and resist to find her way out of the hold. He would continue to rock side to side to make it difficult for her, trying to lull her into submission as he kept his hold locked on strong.