Teenwrestler (Steven) Vs Carmen

Steven grit his teeth as they look stalemate in this lock-up. He moaned and groaned trying to shove her back, his legs and arms shaking as he gives it his all to win in this lock-up!

To his surprise, he actually did manage to push her back. He smirked as he tried to pep her on " Arghh-come on Carmen! is that all you go-HUH? wha-GAH! Urghh" Stevens confidence got the better of him, as he was about to just trap her in the corner, he found himself spun around and shoved into the corner himself! his eyes wide open in disbelief. His back shoved against the corner turnbuckle with her body squishing against his as she sandwiches him in the corner " Grrrrrr N-no! Get-off" he curses as he wiggles and struggles against her, trying to push forward to get out of this position.

The talking was a little annoying, though she was starting to get used to it with wrestling - she just never saw the point, herself. She'd known plenty of boxers with loud mouths, and her brother sure as hell fit that bill, but to her it was just fluff - only an idiot would let the sort of thing goad her. And Carmen didn't consider herself an idiot - all her breath was used for fighting, from bell to bell.

She managed to get him in the corner, but he wasn't intent on staying there, trying to push his way out right from the start - she didn't have the power to keep him there, so she let him out - or started to. Again using his own movements to her advantage, she shot her knee up as he tried to barrel out of the corner, sending it straight for his stomach with sharp strike.

Things were started to look bad for the teenwrestler, he was trapped in the corner while struggling and wiggling alot to get out, using much of his strength early on to just get out of the corner. He managed to push her back a few steps and felt good about over powering her again until she willingly let go and followed up by a hard knee into his belly, knocking the wind out of him.

Steven moaned out loudly with his mouth open wide, sucking in air. He went down on his knees right infront of her, with his arms wrapped around his belly to protect his stomach from further assaults for now. His head resting against her abs now as his chest heaves up and down, trying to get back up on his feet. That knee shot was one of the hardest knee strikes he was ever stuck with!

"Sorry."

She broke her rule, just for once - the kid was so nice, she couldn't help but feel pangs on guilt when she hit him - it would've been like beating up her brother, if he didn't wind up deserving the ass-whupping so much. The quicker she could bring things to a close the better.

Deciding it was time to put their little training session to good use, she moved behind him and tried to wrap his exposed neck in a chokehold, pulling him up and wrapping her legs around him from the back for the requisite body scissors, locking him in tight - she'd had the Devil's time getting out of this the other day, curious to see how he handled things when the roles were reversed.

That knee was really something, Steven was struggling to catch his breath for a few moments and the pain in his stomach was really bothering him. He heard his opponent apologizing, he didnt know for what but it was a nice touch in a rather cynical world of wrestling and otherwise. He smiled and tried to get back up, knowing this was still a wrestling match and not a spar.

Carmen nipped behind him as her arms wrap around his neck, the positioning of the arm was such that it was a chokehold rather than a legal sleeperhold. To make matters worse her legs shoot up to his waist, wrapping them around his waist for a body scissor combo. His eyes wide open, he taught her something he is regretting now. "*Cough*Cough*Huff* owwww mmmmfffffuucckkkk Urghhh" he moans out loud, unable to carry her weight, he fall down on his back as he sandwiches Carmen down on her back as well, he complains to the ref that shes using an illegal chokehold while trying to send his elbows to her side, adopting the same tactic she did when she was trapped in a similar hold.

And now a little bit of her own medicine was being served back to her, elbows ramming into her sides, hammering away her ribs, flaring up the pain he'd built from the earlier punches. Making matters worse, the ref was giving her the count on the chokehold - she was on a time limit, and it was ticking out, fast. Had to get him out, no way around it.

She let go of both holds, setting her feet down on the mat, but she was in a good position behind and she wanted to milk it for everything she had. She tried to grab him by the head before he could turn around or run off, then dash forward and jump, putting him down hard on the mat with a facebuster.

Carmen's grip around his waist was much MUCH more stronger and tighter than his grip around hers during the practice match, things were getting more serious now as his elbows strikes behind to her ribs were getting more intense after each shot, in which she refused to let go. Luckily, the referee was quick to acknowledge the chokehold and started to count, even more lucky to that she didnt adjust her chokehold to make it into a sleeper but instead let go of both holds overall.

"Gah-! Air...air..." he gasps as he took in deep heavy breathes, his neck and body red from the bruising as he got back up on his feet and staggered away from her. His body drenched in sweat as beads of sweat shine off his body, he didnt go that far before Carmen launched herself towards him and grabbed his head before taking him down, head fist into teh ring canvas for a face buster *THUD*. He grunted out loud in pain, as he flopped up again to shift his body position to his back covering his face and rubbing it to ease the pain as he tried to roll away to grab the bottom rope

That one had really rocked his world - but then, few things were less stunning than having your face slammed into the ground. Her rolled over on his back like a turtle, grunting from the pain as Carmen rose to her feet - the familiar sound of an audience that approved rang in her ears. Been a while since she heard that. Felt good.

But her work was far from done - Steve was trying to get away and make it to the ropes, and she had every intention of rolling with this new momentum. She tried to stop the effort cold when she reached for his leg, looking to pull him back into an ankle lock and start working on the lower body - a new thing for her, of course.

Steven squirmed and rolled on his back, desperate to reach the ropes to get a moment of rest and recollect his thoughts, he always imagined that Carmen would be more of a striker than a technical grapple'r but she was proving him totally wrong as she got him in a number of different pro wrestling maneuvers. He was shocked at how well she learned, and how quick as well.

He felt his leg being grabbed as she dragged him half way towards the middle of the ring, his body turned over onto his belly again as she stretched his leg and put him in an excruciatingly painful ankle lock. He shook his head as he refused to tap when the referee next to him asked for a submission " NO!" he moaned out in pain, trying to drag his body to the ropes, his skin rubbing against the ring canvas.

His hand out-stretched as he tried to get to the rope but he was still a few inches away from the ropes.Steven then tried to twist and turn at his waist using his free leg to swipe at her leg, really trying to twist at his hip to take a look back at her position, wiggling his leg and kicking it out at her, desperate to get free.

She had to admit, the appeal behind grappling as a fighting style was starting grow on her in a fast way - lots of ways to do heavy damage in a short time, and while it lack the up front, brutal power of just punching your enemy into oblivion, there was something to be said for variety and style. Always room for more tools in the box, especially moves that could be simply executed for powerful effect - like this ankle lock.

Steve was a lot more resilient that she imagined; she didn't know how well she'd be holding up if they switched positions, and she didn't want to know. She almost thought she had him when the ref came to check for a submission, but he just kept on holding like a good trooper - but she wasn't daunted by it. She could control him like this, keep him in check, easy.

Or so she thought, until he spun around and kicked out, hitting her in the knee and forcing her back a few steps, staggering and releasing the hold while she rubbed the cap - hit right on the bone.