Morgan Raine vs. Odessa Brock

Morgan, despite Odessaâ€s surprise pull, seemed to continue with her original plan, pushing against the ebony beauty, trying to force Odessa back into a corner. Odessa would indeed have to take a couple of steps back in order to keep her balance, but she refused to be put into a corner by her opponent, and, with a couple of loud stomps, planted her feet solidly on the mat, putting a halt to Morganâ€s advance.

Odessa glanced downwards, eyeing the combat boots which were the last item of clothing she needed to take from the Canadian military wrestler in order to put herself in a position to win the match. She would smirk, beginning to push back against her opponent, trying to get herself away from the ropes and force Morgan across the ring this time.

The Colonel grinned. Odessa would obviously stop her advance. Heck, she even figured that she would be driven back by the technician. Two, three steps back, and no end in sight. But that was about to change. She began to force her way out of her opponent's grip, her eyes focused on the detached sleeves that were her current objective.

This was it. if she could get her hands loose, she'd use the momentum of Odessa's counter to try and pull the sleeves off while the ebony technician was committed to the charge. Granite didn't think she could get the sleeves off any other way, especially if it came down to a face to face struggle. It was yet another gambit for her, and she was starting to carry them out more calmly than before!

Odessa put some more pressure into her pushing, as she managed to slowly erase the progress which her military opponent had made, forcing Morgan back one step, then two, then three, pushing the other wrestler back towards the center of the ring. Odessaâ€s back came off the ropes, and she had space to work with as she used her slightly superior strength to bully Morgan all the way across the canvas. Odessa was even thinking she might be able to force her foe up against the ropes herself.

Morgan, however, was deciding to get a little tricky. Just as Odessa hadnâ€t necessarily gone the most obvious route in recent moments of the match, Morgan stopped pushing and would instead slip to the side, trying to pull free of Odessaâ€s grip. Not only that, but she was trying to do so in such a way as to fool Odessa, hoping that the ebony beautyâ€s forward momentum would give Morgan a chance to quickly yank Odessaâ€s sleeves off, using her momentum against her.

Unfortunately, it worked. Odessaâ€s sleeves didnâ€t slip off easily, but before she could stop it Morgan had managed to pull them clean off.

Slipping those sleeves on, Granite grinned as she evened up the score. She raised one leg and patted her boot, not caring that she was exposing herself to Odessa. One final swap and they'd be in the final stretch of the match.

"One more, miss. You think you can hold out?"

She settled back into a grappling stance, eyes sharper than ever as she planned her next assault. Odessa was a real smart one. She'd easily be able to stop the Colonel from taking her footwear. So, there was only one thing the false soldier could come up with. Granite lunged forward, seeking to tackle the ebony technician to the ground. She knew that she'd be in some severe pain in about a few minutes, but she knew what she was doing needed an appropriate sacrifice.

Odessa had had a very brief slip in concentration. It had hardly even lasted a second, but in that time, Morgan had managed to outmaneuver her, use her own momentum against her, and steal Odessaâ€s gloves. Now, the two women were each almost finished reassembling their opponentâ€s ensemble on their own bodies. All that remained of Odessaâ€s usual costume were her boots, and the same was true for Colonel Granite. Everything else, the two competitors had expertly stripped away from each other.

Odessa was still smiling, though. “One more, darling. At last, Iâ€ll be able to really make you submit,” she replied, getting back into her own grappling stance. It seemed that a swap was inevitable, as one could not put on the otherâ€s boots without removing her own. It would then come down to a battle for a submission. Odessa was still confident, despite how close the battle was. When Morgan lunged at her, Odessa would throw her arm out and try to wrap it around the Canadianâ€s head. She would be taken down to the mat, but at least she would have Morgan in a headlock!

"You can try, miss. I think I'll be choking you out before that."

A brave insult, but hardly supportable. The Colonel knew she had an uphill battle at best. It was foolishness, facing a specialist in a match that suited her best while she herself was no grappler. Still, she had resolved to succeed however she could. Odessa was the superior wrestler, and the two of them knew it. But would that matter if Granite won in the end?

Still, the match had proceeded to rush closer and closer to its conclusion as the ebony technician managed to get her in a headlock. They were on the ground now, and the false soldier knew she was in a dangerous spot. Even if Odessa couldn't win right away, Granite knew that she could still get choked to the brink of unconsciousness before her boots got stolen. Thrashing like a wounded beast, the tanned brawler struggled with all her might to try and push her opponent off before that happened.

“Oh, I doubt that very much, darling. Although I would love to see you try!” Odessa retorted. Morgan was a strong girl, and if she caught Odessa in a bad spot was certainly capable of choking the ebony beauty out. Odessa still felt, however, that she had something of a psychological advantage over her opponent, and a very slight tactical advantage, as well. She still felt confident, even as Morgan tackled her to the mat. She managed to secure her headlock and, though she was on bottom, Odessa had a superior, controlling position relative to her opponent.

“Now Iâ€ve got you!” Odessa said teasingly, though Colonel Graniteâ€s thrashing made it very difficult to keep the headlock locked tight. Seeing the Canadianâ€s rear end wiggling about in the torn leotard, however, brought a smile to Odessaâ€s lips. She grunted and groaned as Morgan tried to escape, succeeding, at least, in forcing Odessa to loosen her hold for an instant every few seconds or so before managing to reaffirm it. The British wrestler did not, however, want to let go of her foe entirely, and would struggle to keep that headlock in place as best she could.

"And try I shall."

Granite, back in the earlier stages of pro-wrestling career, had been forced to submit to a multitude of holds. If she could just calm down, she'd remember how to escape from this one. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to be as calm as her expression indicated. She fumbled around, rather peeved at the fact it was her vest that was protecting Odessa's abdomen right now. She had to settle for the easy way out, which was a pinch to the inner thighs. Her strong hand flailed around, only for her to grab the wrong place and receive an unpleasant reminder.

Oh, right. Her opponent didn't have panties on.

"Guh-" If she had more air, she would be freaking out right now.

Odessa was on the bottom, but she was not lacking for confidence. She knew that she had control over Morgan, and she would seek to reassert it and secure it in the face of powerful struggling from the Canadian military-themed wrestler.

Odessa loved to be in control, to assert her dominance over another woman, both in the ring and in the bedroom. She was quite experienced in both arenas. Still, the sudden, unexpected intrusion of one into the other was enough to surprise her, and, when she felt Morganâ€s hand find a place that it did not intend to find, she couldnâ€t help but gasp and lose all the progress she made in tightening her headlock, letting it loosen considerably until Morganâ€s hand would move away from her groin.

“Oooh…now youâ€re getting frisky, darling…and thatâ€s just going to get me worked up. Better watch out!” she would warn Morgan with a smile.

Morgan pulled out of the hold, slowly scrabbling away as she wiped her hand on the mat. Eww. Eww. No, she did not want to touch that. With a wheezing cough, the Canadian brawler got to her feet, only to stumble back against the ropes. Darn. She had not expected to take that much damage from a simple headlock. Odessa was a sight better than she had previously thought.

"Y- you keep it in your pants." She weakly retorted, trying to rebuild her strength. This was no good. She'd have to bait Odessa into coming closer so she could hit the ebony technician with something big and flashy. "Don't you dare, m- miss."

She gathered her strength in preparation for the slam.