Talia Wilson vs Jesse James (Completed)

Talia sighed with relief when Jesse released her hair. The relief didn't last long, though, as almost immediately she felt his arm twist around her neck, choking her. Her hands instinctively reached for his arm but could not pry it from her neck. All it one fluid motion, she felt his thighs squeeze in on her sides and roll them both over so he was on the bottom. She knew a variation of this hold, and it wasn't going to end well for her if she didn't escape it. With his thighs squeezing in on her sides and his arm squeezing on her neck, Talia began to panic. With his weight holding her down, she didn't feel like she could move him very much; he had all the leverage.

But there was some saving grace. She could see the ropes nearby. Even with his arm cutting off her oxygen, Talia found the will to reach out towards the nearby ropes. She could just almost reach them with her right arm. The flexible acrobat kept trying to reach the rope, but she was just not close enough. In a last ditch effort, Talia would violently jerk her head back into Jesse's face. If it hit him hard enough to relieve some of the pressure, she would then use all her strength to roll them closer to the ropes. If she could get both hands on the ropes, she would try to pull the two of them closer to the edge and then off the ring's edge; hoping the impact with the floor below would force Jesse to release the hold.

Jesse didn't mean to choke Talia too hard, but he inadvertently did so as he was controlling her body. He actually really liked having the petite girl in his hold, as he rarely had a chance to control a smaller girl in his holds. And as she was sexy as well, the moment was even more enjoyable. He wanted to keep on playing with her in his hold for now.

But it was to turn out that he wasn't controlling her to the extent that he thought he did, and soon he noticed that she was almost grabbing the rope with her hand. He tried to use his free hand to capture it, but before he could reach it she slammed the back of her head against his face. It immediately stunned him a bit, giving her more leverage. Jesse tried to keep loosely the hold on her, but as he soon noticed she was rolling them towards the ropes he decided it was probably time to let go. By the time Talia had gotten both her hands on the rope, he could feel the bottom rope against his back as well and released all his holds on her. As his face still hurt, he tried to just stand up before she could pull him even further towards the edge, and move towards the center of the ring to recompose himself, but that meant turning his back on Talia, and he couldn't see what she was up to.

Talia tried with all her might to escape Jesse's hold. When she finally did, she gasped for breath as she regained her composure. "That was close..." she muttered to herself. She felt kinda bad for hitting him in the face with the back of her head; she certainly hoped she had not hit his nose or mouth. She wanted to win; she always wanted to win. But she didn't want to hurt others more than she had to, especially Jesse and his cute face. She looked back to him to see how far into his breather her was. It was then she noticed he had retreated to the ring with his back to her!

Once again, she felt like waiting for him to be ready. It was never how competition should be; but Jesse was certainly friendly enough. Even so, he wouldn't have waited for her to be ready either. She would have to act tough if she was going to win a match in this league. She reminded herself that he had pulled on her hair, and knew exactly what to do. The pink beauty ran up behind him and leaped into the air. She would try to catch his head by the hair with her hands and attempt to smash his head into the ring's floor. She kicked our her legs outward so she would land on her knees. It was a variation of her bulldog, but she still hadn't named her own version quite yet. If it succeeded, the two would both fall to the ring's floor while facing each other; with Jesse's face hitting first.

Jesse was trying to recover from the hit his face had received, and when he finally could get over it, he realized he was in a vulnerable position, with his back turned for Talia. But it was too late. He could already hear her running steps behind him, and before he could react she was able to catch his head with her arms, and perform the bulldog move on him. His face was smashed hard on the mat, causing immense pain again to the same part that he had just tried to recover, and he could do nothing but roll around so that his back was against the mat now, with his hands covering his face.

Even though Jesse had just seconds ago been controlling Talia with relative ease, he now needed some time to recover himself, and had to admit now that the petite girl had managed to quickly turn the tides to her favor for now.

Talia bounced to her feet following the successful move with a smile on her face. She was feeling energized; she enjoyed keeping the match at a fast paced tempo such as this. As long as she could keep up her speed and mobility, the ring was hers. When she saw Jesse roll around on the ground, she felt the need to once again get high up on the ring. The pink clad acrobat jumped to the nearest corner turnbuckle.

With a single signal to the crowd who responded positively to her, she leaped off the turnbuckle and down at Jesse. "Here I come!" she shouted, almost sounding like a friendly warning for what she was about to attempt. Talia's gracefully jumped headfirst in a slowmoving front flip. If timed right, she would hit Jesse's body right as her back was flat to him. It was a Swanton Bomb, a new diving move she had just learned only a week before. She may not have practiced with it much, but she was so overflowing with confidence at this point that she didn't care. Though she would certainly care if she missed Jesse.

As Jesse tried to bare the pain on his face, his senses kept telling him that his position was still vulnerable. He could also heat the crowds cheering for something, which made him even more concerned. Fair enough, as soon as he opened his eyes, he would see Talia jumping at him. The obvious reaction would've been to roll to the side, but that's when his inexperience started playing a part.

Almost already avoiding Talia, Jesse then noticed that she was flipping midair. It got him confused, and made him think she was going to miss him. That made him wait a second too long, and when he realized the cleverness of her move it was already too late. She managed to deliver the Swanton Bomb perfectly on him. To his luck she wasn't a heavy girl, which made taking the move more bearable, but it was still painful nonetheless. Thinking that he really needed to up his game now if he didn't want to become the petite girl's toy, he tried to stand up as soon as possible, even though still hurting from the splash.

Talia saw the world flip upside down, the lights of the arena ceiling below her as she struck Jesse with her back. As with all airborne moves, Talia took a little bit of a fall afterward but managed to roll to her feet. She made a fist in triumph to herself, proud of her actions. However, when she looked at Jesse, he wasn't nearly as hurt as she thought he would be. She had hit him decently hard, but he was getting right back up from it, albeit in a stumble. Without too much time to think, the energetic girl walked up to Jesse and helped him to his feet. "My, you are tough!" she complimented, sarcasm noticeably absent from her voice.

Afterward if he didn't shake her off as she helped him up, she would try to knee him in the midsection and grab onto his hair. She knew she had to keep up the pain or he could turn it back against her. With his hair in her fingers, she would then try to jump up, spread her legs out, and fall down to her butt dragging Jesse's head with her in a face buster. It would plant his face on the ground if it worked. "Here we go!" she would shout.

As Jesse was stumbling up after Talia's Swanton Bomb, to his surprise she came to help him, with compliments on his endurance. It was very confusing for him, as on the other hand it was hugely embarrassing to be helped up by your opponent, but on the other hand she seemed genuine with her compliments. However, he wasn't really in a position to reject any help, but it would certainly make it very hard to hurt Talia now...

Luckily, she had decided to make it easier for him again. Before Jesse could reply to her compliments, she had already kneed him in the midsection. Kneeling forward, Jesse would notice her preparing for another attack. But this time he had own plans as well. Simultaneously with her jump, he took a squeezing bearhug-like hold on her thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs and making him able to drive her head first into the mat, and ruining her plans for a facebuster. Fair enough, the end result would have her thighs smashing his head to the ground, but that would probably be much less of a nuisance than what he was putting her go through.

Talia grabbed Jesse's head after kneeing him in the midsection. She leaped into the air with the intention of driving his face into the mat. As she leaped into the air, though, Jesse rushed forward and grabbed her around her waist. She hung for about a second before he fell backwards with her in tow. "Ahh!" she screamed right before her unprotected face collided with the mat with the force of the wrestler's weights.

"Oh..." she groaned groggily afterward. If her hands were free, they'd rise up to feel her face; but she otherwise made no attempts to do anything else. The makeshift suplex had made her head hit the ground rather hard and she was pretty out of it.

Jesse felt a little proud of himself as he had been able to perform the suplex on Talia. It was going to make him able to get the upper hand again, as she would now just lie on the floor, trying to recover from the impact. He could see her putting her hands on her face, which meant that is actions had been rather effective.

Jesse would then move her thighs further away, and get up on her back. He would come sitting on almost her neck, before pulling her hair just a bit to get her head up. He would then squeeze his thighs around her head for a crushing scissor hold, before replying to her earlier compliments. "Yeah, thanks, I've learnt a few things about taking a beating, but how tough are you?" he said, trying to sound as friendly as possible, considering that he was torturing her in his hold.