Lady Phantom vs Dmitri

Her plan succeeded and she managed to slam her opponent down, but Lady Phantom was far from satisfied. Hitting her face deserved a lot more retribution than what Dmitri took. She rolled away and got up onto her hands and knees, and seeing geek boy trying to get up made her smirk. He's tough and stubborn, but like everyone else that had stood before her here in AFW, he's going to fall.

Lady Phantom would try to jump on top of him, wanting to press her barely covered breasts against his back for a distraction. From there, she would try to sneaked her arm around his throat next, to weaken him with a nice ol' sleeper hold.

Yeah. Pretty strong. He'd have to remember that move, maybe try and do it on someone else - not the least bit pleasant.

He stood up and took a deep breath - and didn't get a chance to exhale as he felt Lady Phantom's arm slide around his throat, squeezing the life out of him. He also felt her barely covered breasts on his back, squishing and hammering on him...they felt good, he couldn't lie, but he wouldn't be able to appreciate them much if he was unconscious, now would he?

Staggering around the ring, he turned with her on his back and tried to back up into the turnbuckle, get her to loosen up.

"Give it up, nerd...!" taunted Lady Phantom as she held Dmitri in the sleeper, her other arm wrapped around his chest to keep his back glued to her breasts.

Unfortunately, she was so focused in trying to contain him that she didn't watch where he's taking her. The masked girl let out a cry of pain as her back was hammered onto the turnbuckle, with her opponent's weight doubling the impact. Her arms slipped away from him as she had to hold onto the ropes, panting and grimacing on the corner.

Holy cow, that worked.

Dmitri fell to his knees after she let go, gasping take breaths, catching up on what he'd lost - she had a grip like a full grown man, even if she wasn't the best at taking a hit like one. It seemed like she was reeling pretty well from the blow, though, and he knew better than to let that opportunity go to waste.

He turned around and moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her chest and squeezing - a bearhug, not the most complex move, but hopefully enough to make her start thinking about quitting.

"Ugh!" Lady Phantom groaned as she was pulled into a bearhug next. "Nnnghh...!"

Well, this wasn't going well for her and she knew she had to find a way out. Her arms weren't trapped, so there' were several options for her to use. The masked girl would try to push him off on the shoulders to create a bit of space, before one of her hands would smack his face hard. Twice if needed. She could have tried for a softer approach, but Lady Phantom wasn't going to take her chance with someone who's barely distracted with her breasts rubbed against his chest.

"Let go of me, dummy!" she yelled as her hand flew towards his cheek.

With his shirt gone and his neck no longer being choked, he couldn't help but notice how great her body felt - she was a beautiful woman, there was no getting around that. It was a shame she was so crazy - that was a bit of a turnoff, really.

He didn't have long to enjoy it, though, as she pushed away from him and slapped him hard in the face. "Hey, what-" And then another slap, and she was reeling back from another one - he gladly let her go and stepped back, rubbing his face.

"Lady, what is your problem?!"

Lady Phantom staggered back and groaned after she was released from the bearhug. Compared to her previous matches, this was probably a step up in difficulty. She panted and looked at Dmitri, who had the balls to ask what's her problem. Well, she's going to spell it out for him!

"You," replied the masked girl curtly.

She would then attempt to grab one of his arms and twisted it around to trap it in a hammer lock. From there she would try to bend him forward with a push to the back, so she could whack his leg - the one she locked in the kneebar earlier - with a kick or two.

Dmitri was expecting her to go for another strike, but she surprised him - a growing theme with this match, and twisted his arm around; he tried to pull it away before she could lock him in, but he was too slow on the draw, Lady Phantom's ring experience coming back into play. He jerked around, but that only made the hold worse, felt like it was threatening to knock his arm out of the socket - that might even get him to quit, right then and there.

The kick to his leg brought him down - or started to; he could only go so far with her holding him in the hammer lock, and he was forced to try and support on one leg.

A sadistic grin appeared on Lady Phantom's face as she managed to pull her moves flawlessly. If things kept going like this, then she might be able to force him to quit pretty soon. The masked girl released the lock for a bit, only so she could grab both of his arms and crossed them in front of his chest as if she's going for a straight jacket hold. That wouldn't be the end of it, however, as she' would also press her foot on his back to stretch it and his arms at the same time.

See if you can handle this, friggin' nerd.

What was the name of this hold? It was familiar, he'd seen it done at the camp. The straightjacket?

Whatever it was, it hurt in a number of ways, not the least of which was the knee digging in back like a bony knife - a sadistic, twisted addition by Lady Phantom. He shook his head, twisted from side to side, kicked, but there wasn't any getting out of it - she had it locked tight, and all he could do was hold out and hope she got bored with it before something broke. And since she seemed to be getting a real kick out of kicking his ass, that seemed unlikely.