LEAGUE: Cherise Campbell vs Nathan Weed (complete)

When Nathan rushed her, she'd start to fall back even before he managed to get ahold of her. Her hands would reach out to grab his shoulders, while her free leg would aim to come up, planting against his stomach as she continued to roll backwards, hoping to flip him directly over her. If this worked, she'd be on her feet watching him. Of course, all he had to do to stop this was to grab both legs. If he managed that, she'd likely be caught in his hold.

Nathan reached for Cherise's right leg, but her left came up of its own accord. "What..." He felt hands grab his shoulders, but he reflexively resisted the pull. Without his added momentum, Cherise landed softly on her back, and Nathan got a gentle kick to the gut. Nathan wasn't hurt, but he was slightly off balance, and he did release Cherise's leg.

Cherise would grit her teeth, finding herself suddenly pinned under Nathan. He'd managed to get a bit of an advantage over her. But she wasn't about to just lay there and let him keep it. Her legs would suddenly move to wrap around his waist, taking a tight hold of him as she put him into the body scissor. She really wanted to get him off of her, but knew that it would be harder for her to get free than it was for him to keep his advantage.

Nathan tried to press his advantage, hugging Cherise close in a crushing bearhug on the ground. Before long, there was a retaliatory pressure around his waist. "Ugh." Nathan grunted. "You're like an octopus." He put his head down and squeezed harder, his forearms bulging under her back.

It was a test of endurance now, to see who could hold out the longest. Cherise would shut her eyes, trying to block out the pain. There went her thought of freeing herself while he struggled to get out of her hold. With her arms pinned at her sides she'd keep a tight hold of the scissors, knowing that if she couldn't keep a hold on it, her hold on winning this match would slip as well. She'd increase the pressure of the hold, hoping that if she squeezed as hard as she could, that he'd let go.

Their stalemate only lasted a minute or two, but to Nathan it seemed much longer. There was nothing to distract him from the intensifying pain around his midsection save the two combatants' labored breathing. And, to top it off, Cherise's body scissors was tightening, while his arms were quickly tiring. He wished he was still cold.

Finally, Nathan gasped and loosened his arms, releasing the pressure, but kept his arms around Cherise's back. He panted, trying to focus, then attempted to stand up, Cherise still around his waist. If Cherise doesn't react, he'll fall forward and slam Cherise's back on the grass, trying to get her to free him.

Cherise would smile once his hold weakened. She'd managed to out last him! But that thought was short lived when she felt him starting to lift her off the ground "Wh-" The slam against the grass would knock the air out of her, causing her hold to be released. Laying there underneath him, she'd silently curse herself for being caught like that.

Nathan coughed gratefully as the pressure on his waist evaporated. Thank god that worked, he thought.

But now was not the time to celebrate. Cherise, despite her friendly demeanor, was obviously a very dangerous woman, and Nathan needed a way to keep her limbs- all of them- immobilized. To that end, Nathan tried to secure Cherise's wrists and snare her legs in his own, trying to apply a grapevine pin.

Should Nathan pull this off, the ref will swoop down and start the count.

Still slightly stunned from the impromptu powerbomb, Cherise would find her wrists pinned to the ground, and her legs painfully split apart into the grapevine.

"One!" The counting of the ref brought her out of it, quickly thrashing about and managing to turn her body just a bit so that her shoulder was off the ground. Once she managed that, she'd try rolling the both of them over, not wanting to be stuck in this position. It would drain her rather quick until she either escaped, or was pinned. Of course, she was having a hard time of it anyway with her legs caught in the grapevine hold.

Cherise thrashed about, getting a shoulder up, but Nathan put her in the pin once more. Then Cherise twisted, trying to roll over and unbalance Nathan. Nathan resisted, and managed to stay on top. However, his right arm gave a tell-tale wobble, showing that Cherise's earlier armbar had fatigued Nathan more than he previously thought. Nathan hoped his opponent didn't notice.

"One!" The ref started the count again.