Blossom vs Anja - Taking It Up A Notch

The element of surprise was on Blossom's side - really, who sees something like a facesit coming? It felt weird; not so much doing the hold - if you could call sitting on someone's face a 'hold' - but the feel of Anja's face under her, the vibrations from her moving mouth, the way her head squirmed about.

...they weren't bad feelings, either, and she would've enjoyed milking it some more, but she had work to do, here - making the most of her position, she leaned back and allowed for the referee to come in, starting up the three count.

"One...!"

„UHMH!“
After the Blonde had calmed down a little bit from the sudden face sit, she felt a vibration near the side of her head and a faint voice saying something. How could she have fallen for such a trick?
*My own fault. I was too sure of myself after being on the button for so long*
She thought while she heard the slap of a hand next to her head.

With her options limited this much, she could only think of one trick to get out, a sudden but blind kick to the face or the chest of the girl on top of her.

Being so short did come in handy from time to time, and this was one of those ever-so-special times - a kick that would have smacked most opponents in the face neatly sailed over Blossom's head, missing by a few inches.

Still, it gave her enough incentive to break the pin and smother - Anja was pretty smart, she probably wouldn't miss again, and there were better ways to use this position, anyway. Grabbing Anja's arm, Blossom would do a little hop to her side and try to catch the Squirmin' German in an armbar - one leg over her throat, one over her chest, with her shoulder in between and Blossom's hands pulling down on the wrist.

*Crud*
The girl capitalized from being a half pint in the regard that she did not get hit in the face like any other girl, so Anja was a little bit surprised when she was still released from the face sit but would not complain about it of course. At least not until she realized what the girl was up to and put her into an arm bar.

„AGH!“

Devoid of much air, she could not do much but try to grab her own wrist to influence the lever that was put on her arm and dampen the pain of the submission hold for now.

Blossom gripped the wrist even tighter, making sure to give Anja as little wiggle room as she possibly could - she was already trying to take some bite out of the hold by grabbing the wrist, smart as she was, but she wasn't in a position to get out of it - and Blossom wanted to make sure she stayed that way. The big blonde was dangerous; if she got up again, she might put Blossom down and keep her there, this time. No reason to take crazy chances.

It wasn't her way to be overly rough, but she felt this was the time for it - nothing less than her all would put Anja down.

"Sorry about this!"

She pulled back her left leg and shot it forward, trying to kick Anja square in the jaw and knock some of the fight out of her.

While Anja was fighting with everything she had to stay in the match and grunted dismissively at the question of the referee if she wanted to give up, gratefully blossom warned her in advance that something would happen in the next seconds. With the pressure getting less in the moment the leg of the other would move backward, she would roll closer to Blossom so that the way from the foot of her opponent to her face was short and painful but not the winner of the match, Anja would try to have her opponent with one of her legs blocked at the height of the knee and her own weight on the other leg.

Okay, maybe that was a bad move on her part.

Anja took advantage of the raised leg, rolling into when the leg raised, getting in between thighs, pressing down on one leg while the other was forced to stay up high; a weird position, and every bit as uncomfortable and unpleasant as it looked. Blossom still had a tight hold on her arm, though, and tried to put it to good use. Instead of squirming away from Anja, she tried to pull her even further in and bring her leg down, scissoring her chest.

All in one, her rather grim situation had not really improved after she had countered the hit that Blossom had intended, but now she had to deal with another attack. A rather painful attack how her face implied quickly.

With her hands caught and her breast, at least not her waist, scissored, she had only her legs and other more unusual parts of her body to her disposal. Her best way was probably to endure as good as she could while her elbow was rubbing in the sex area of Blossom as good as she could with her reduced abilities in the hope of weakening her there.

Blossom powered down on the hold, crossing her ankles and keeping her still - it wasn't as good a move as the armbar, true, but she was making it work. Her plan was to hold her down, maybe get her into some sort of pin from this position.

That plan was screwed when Anja got intimate again, digging her elbow into Blossom's sex and earning an immediate reaction; Blossom let out a low moan and panted, her crossed ankles breaking away for a moment, and opening the scissors. "Aw, come on, no fair!"

The German could not resist a little smile at the protest of the other girl.
"It`s actually more than fair in the rules."
Blossom had agreed to the hentai rules and could not fall back on the idea that Anja had betrayed her with the move that had successfully opened the scissor instead of the Blonde having to resort to crawl forcefully and painfully to the next set of ropes.

With her arms still trapped, she would try to make lemonade out of strawberries and use her new won otherwise freedom to shift her body and invade her opponents space with a full body press and their bodies docking against each other.