Sarah O'Sullivan vs Kent Quick

This match was getting intense as both sides couldn't allow themselves to falter. Sarah couldn't let herself go down since she might never get as good a chance as this to win the match. Her desire not to lose to this guy was strong and if he won she'd be utterly humiliated far worse than her panties getting exposed to the crowd. Even the shot to her toes only intensified her desire to win, though it hurt like hell and she couldn't just ignore it.

It was an exhausting struggle as she had to really push herself to keep those legs scissored around his head. She had to get him to pass out soon or it'd be a real pain for her later. Still trying to hit at his back as she had the freedom to do so as she then felt him grabbing at her panties next. "Stop it you pervert!" She complained getting even more red though partly just from frustration. When the punch managed to hit her stomach Sarah coughed her legs weakening again though not completely letting go. "Guh..." She panted one hand still swinging at his back as she tried to suck in some air.

Kent been doing what he can desperately as he can to escape from her head scissor hold, even tried to pull onto her panties and hitting her stomach to let her go but her legs were so strong that it locked it and not completely letting him go at all, still his back getting hit again and its just really making his whole body weaken as well the head scissor draining him even faster from the lack of air, his strength slowly sapping away. "Ugh... n-no damnit...."

His arms starting to give him and slowly growing weaken, his body turning over to the side and falling on over which she would probably fall with him cause of his side, his eyes were getting fluttery and feeling exhausted too, his barely have enough strength to get his hands onto her thighs to pry it off but only able to rub it to caress her strong smooth thighs, he couldnt see or what to do at this point with his back unable to lift her up and getting trapped here, he slowly closing his eyes to rest up while breathing heavily to get some air into him, he felt really weak that he might be passing out from this round. "Huff huff.... ugh... huff... ugh...."

Sarah was panting hard as she was just hanging on now. She had to keep some strength in the hold or Kent would just slip out on her. No matter what she couldn't just allow herself to go down like that. "Just go down..." Sarah quietly groaned out hoping he'd just give it up already and let her have the win.

"Whoa!" She gasped as Kent started to go down and fall over on his side. The girl just managing to avoid falling off from the surprise. Even down on the ground she tried to hang on not even bothering with hitting his back as she simply tried to focus on hanging in there. She was starting to get her breath back though after taking that rough shot to the gut. Gasping a little as she felt the hands rubbing at her thighs though it didn't seem too dangerous. As soon as Sarah could she'd try to get the hold on more firmly after loosening up from the earlier attack. All that was left was either to hang on for the win or lose outright.

Kent couldnt hold on for long, laying there on his side with Sarah legs still coiled around his neck trapping him like forever that he fails and almost go out of it but after few attempts of getting out, at the end it was no use and he soon succumbed to her deadly head scissor, the worst position for men who tries to win it all. "F-fuck... ngh....."

His eyes barely able to open and soon closing it, his arms going limp as well his whole body stop moving except his mouth open to breath and his chest moving up and down. The ref come back to check on him that it would look like he's out cold, grabbing his arm to raise it up and let it drop... then the ref calls out. "1!".... again the ref does it again and calls out. "2!" Kent slowly waking up cause of the crowd chanting along the ref counts as he raise his arm for the third time and about to drop all the way but stopped halfway, slowly moving his hands to one of her ankles trying to get a good hold of it and hoping to twist it as much as he could with barely any energy he have left. "N-nghh....!"

Sarah was breathing hard as she knew victory was so close but she couldn't afford to let go early. She had to hang in there no matter how long it took for her opponent to finally just give it up. "Just go out." She groaned her legs being the only thing she could count on right now.

The girl could feel the resistance dying off, but she was at least smart enough to not fall for any kind of feint. She would wait for the ref to move in and check on it. Hearing the 'one' gave her a sense of relief, but it was only a third of the way there. The second number gave her more hope, but it was still not a win yet. When it failed on the three she groaned. "Just give-aghhh!" She screamed out as he started to twist her ankle her hold weakening a bit, but Sarah trying to force herself not to jump off. If she did it could cost her since even this level of twisting would affect her speed this hold was win or lose.

Kent still fighting back but barely, grabbing onto her ankle and giving it a twist but a weak one but to her its strong enough as she screamed out from the pain and felt the hold around his neck is getting weaker which gives him some air to breath and slowly strengthen himself a bit, its hard on him but still trying to manage at least. "Nghh....."

He still keeping hold of her ankle while slowly getting his strength and air back into him, he tries to turn her over facing down while keeping hold of her ankle to twist on it, hoping he gets behind her and somehow pulling his head out between her legs to slip out of it or things just getting worst and he would not make it. "L-let... huff huff... go you.... huff punk!"

Sarah just trying to hang in there since she was so very close to winning or losing this match. Trying not to let go and instead put more pressure though it was really tough to focus with that pressure on her ankle.

"Aghhh...I...won't...." She whimpered her ankle really getting to her though she kept alternating between a bit of weakness and putting even more pressure on. Moving face down as now she was just hanging on for dear life. This was too important and if he slipped out she might be done for sure. The girl just praying he wouldn't be able to slip out and that she could add enough pressure to hold him in. "You...ahhhh..give..up..."

Kent was doing his hardest to escape this hold between her legs even weakly twisting her ankle in the process, he did turn her over facing down but her legs were even tighten around his neck back again soon he couldnt get out and fell back to where he was, on his side using up all his energy trying to pry onto her legs and ankle to escape but it was no use, it was proven to be difficult than he thought and now, its not going easy on him at all. "D-damnit... all...."

Soon the legs of Sarah just tighten down around his neck as he slowly drifting away into his mind in total darkness, he closed his eyes and stop moving once again, the ref went to check on him and raising his arm to drop it down to see if he'll kick out again..."1!............. 2!.......... ............. ..... .. . 3!"

The ref rings the bell declaring Sarah winning the match against Kent Quick the best 2 out of 3 rounds! The ref went up to her telling her that she won and well, she can do whatever to the loser of the match however she pleased, the crowd cheering loudly that the outcome were not to be expected, Kent went out like a light he may or may not know he lost but once he wakes up, he'll enter a real nightmare.

Sarah knew how important it was to hang on since otherwise she couldn't even imagine what he might do with her. She'd almost certainly fail to recover after all that and she didn't want to end up in some messy situation later. Even though her ankle was in agony she tried to just hang on knowing if she failed it was because he was just more than she could handle at that point.

The girl watched as he seemed to go down again, but was hardly able to relax after the last time. She just closed her own eyes praying to hear the third number since otherwise she'd have to get her body fired up yet again to hang in there and she wasn't sure how many more times she could manage that. When the third number was called she almost blinked in confusion unable to believe it.

Slowly she let go and started to move away. Wincing a bit from her ankle as she finally was able to pull her skirt back up still red in the face from that. Still more than dealing with her downed opponent she was simply excited at the win. "YES!" She cried out resisting the urge to jump since she really couldn't manage that right then. "Finally!" She just kept laughing and almost fell over since she was more happy at the win than anything else. Finally she got her revenge on Kent and it was definitely a worthy battle. "Hmmm what to do?" She said to herself since she hadn't really thought that far ahead.

Well starting off she rolled him over and stood on top this time to wave to the crowd and celebrate her victory. "Thanks everyone!" She called out enjoying the moment.

Kent was completely out and eventually he starting to come through, waking up slowly hearing the crowd screaming so loudly that really annoys him wishes he could shut them up, but his body felt so weak and heavy that he looks in front of his chest seeing Sarah standing on him realizing her cheering, celebrating her win against him, he feel so furious that he lost to the little punk. "Son of a... !" cursing himself silently that he knows now that this is the worst match he have ever been in, almost reached to the gold but get a hard cold slap across the face that the fact now he completely lost to her.

Sighing and laying there on the mat looking at her, he admit his defeat and willing to be fair at least, closing his eyes and waiting for whatever the punishments, humiliations, anything onto him he knows its going to get worst... its his worst match and soon his worst after match... "Ugh... damnit Sarah... what you going to do to me?... huff huff.... and... make it quick will ya?... ugh...." panting while she stands on him like a stood just wanted to hurry up and get it over with but of course its her choice of how long she wanted to do bad things to him.