Sally Brown vs. White Feather

Sally let out a shocked ooph as her opponent sped in with a quick uppercut, wobbling backwards. She wasn't a fan of strikes, and didn't know how to properly defend herself from them - and again, she was underestimating her opponent's speed! The sweeping kick sealed the deal, causing Sally to careen again onto her back, seeing stars for a few seconds...

Seeing that her combo had worked, White Feather felt like she had a chance to try another submission. After huffing a breaths, she would attempt to grab at Sally's legs under her armpits while she's still dazed and turn her over on her stomach. If this worked, she would also try to sit on her back and pull those legs back for a Boston crab.

"Nnng... ack! W-what's with you and these... augh, holds!?" Sally grimaces as she's rolled onto her belly, legs curled into a boston crab. Biting her lower lip, she begins crawling over to the ropes, hoping to grab them before White Feather can do too much more damage!

White Feather smirked and said, "Well, it IS part of wrestling isn't it? I gotta do whatever it takes to win. What? You never tried any of these holds before?" She continued applying pressure to mostly Sally's legs as Sally was crawling over to the ropes. Once she grabbed it, White Feather would release her from the hold and step back.

Sally would grab the ropes, pulling herself to her feet shakily. "Ugh... no, not really. Don't know much about wrestlin' at all..." She turned back, huffing and puffing, brushing the hair from eyes. "Joined the AFW 'cuz it looked fun, y'know? Y'all... y'all aren't exactly the type of opponent I prefer, with all your punchin'... among other things..." Sally would ready herself, then walk towards White Feather - her legs hurt, but she's not out of the fight yet!

White Feather nodded in understanding and replied, "I see...well, I would say that you're pretty good so far. I mean, your strength and endurance is quite impressive to me. I believe that if you practiced a few submissions, I think you'll be a better fighter." She got back in her fighting stance as she waited for Sally to come.

Sally grunted, swallowing. "Yeah... heck, maybe y'all could teach me! 'Cept, not usin' me as the test dummy..." grinning despite herself, Sally charges White Feather! Or pretends to, at least. At the last second she freezes, hoping to psyche Feather out and have her blow her dodge, letting her swoop in and get her in a solid hold!

White Feather got ready when Sally came close, but she was caught with surprise when Sally paused for a moment. She would go for a punch, but her opponent would swoop and tried to grab her. White Feather was soon trying to get Sally's hands off of her.

Sally tried to wrap her arms around White Feather's waist, hopefully pinning the native american girl's arms to her sides - but if she couldn't, she'd continue with her move regardless! If she did manage to catch her in her arms, Sally would lift her light opponent into the air, squashing her tight in a mighty bearhug maneuver, one of Sally's favorite techniques! Her voice was muffled by its suddenly rather close proximity to her opponent's chest, leaving her next taunt rather muffled...

White Feather was soon taken up in Sally's bearhug and she already felt the pressure on her body. "NNNGHH!" she moaned as she tried to get out, but it seemed impossible. She then felt her opponent muffle against her chest, but she couldn't make it out.

Turning red with embarrassment that Sally was doing something uncomfortable to her, White Feather shouted, "Hey!! Why, you pervert, stop that!!" Her rage would initiate her to try and kick her in the stomach while punching at her head and arms. Though the pain was greater, White Feather felt more humiliated than hurt.