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General Category => Chat Fight Logs And Message Board Fights => Message Board Fights => Topic started by: hannah.part.time.jobber on August 26, 2018, 10:29:23 PM
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Becca Blast has agreed to do a message board match here with me. Apparently she thinks we have some unfinished business as I have gotten the upper hand on her.
Numerous times :)
I shrugged off her glaring at me earlier.
And we are meeting now in her backyard. I mean literally her back yard. And she's got a high fence giving us privacy. And she has a pool that has some very inviting blue water in it. I'm looking at it thinking of splashing around a bit on this hot summer day. Because I'm looking all cute and ready in my black and white tiger striped bikini.
My dark hair is in pig tails. Complementing my overall cuteness.
My adorablosity ;)
And I'm looking around to see where she is. And you know what?
She's nowhere to be found. Where are you Becca? Putting my hand to my forehead like I'm exploring out here. Looking for you
What are you all scared all of a sudden?
Where are you?
By the way, standing a cute 5'3 and 110 pounds. :)
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Well, at least I didn't have to let her in the house... can't afford to have it fumigated this month....
This pest, Hannah, though... is begging for me to dismantle her ... I am THROUGH with her treating every momentary advantage as a victory... as I adjust my powder blue tank top with the white trim over my 34D 24 34 figure... a white thong bottom snug to my hips as I come out... my hair up but not tight... it's hot out here today, and the last thing I need is a tight hairstyle... she's walking around my backyard like she owns it.. checking out the pool... the high redwood fence... the thick soft lawn.
I am going to LOVE using her for compost. As I loosen up my 5' 4" 125 body and smile...
Cute coves a multitude of sins. It doesn't save a punk-ass bitch... and that's what Hannah is about to become.
MY punk-ass bitch. Or bitch-ass punk. Whichever she begs me to be.
"Right here, darling. Try not to wet yourself." As I shake my arms loose and approach you, hands on my hips. "Your move."
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I turn around and see you standing there.
Fumigate your house? Oh, that's so
Funny.
Oh my god, how funny that is.
I would laugh but I would probably would drop dead from all that
Humor.
Oh my god. How funny.
But you're trying to look all tough. Well let's see how tough you really are.
And I without wasting another second, I jump at you, literally jumping at you and twisting my body enough to make a diagonal with the ground
As I fling my body at you, quite bodily in fact :)
Smiling as I extend my legs and arms out, hoping to hit you flat in your chest with a cross body block and send us to the ground where you'll hopefully assume a most familiar position
You under me!
Hopefully
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She's like a min-me... a little smaller, a little lighter, a little (well, a LOT) less curvy, and a bit dumber.
But she has a ton of attitude. And I see that on display as you saunter up to me and I tense up to ready fro whatever attack you have in mind... but a cross-body block is unusual even for you... and I'm knocked back... trying to keep my balance but then I drop to my rear .. my hands pushing up on your belly as I fall to try and push you up and off me to the side as I hit the ground.. fuck she's already a pain in the ass... but i will end that and her... trying to roll over and get this girl off me.. but in position to get to hands and knees and push up... show her that it will take more than a lightweight like her to get and keep me down!
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I get you down and I'm hoping that in a moment I can get swiveled around and start grapevining you again. And I'll be looking down into your reddening, shame-filled face again :) Oh, that was a nice face!
But you don't go flat this time and you're like bench pressing me off you, your hands pushing right into me, and with a small yelp I go flying off you, landing at your side, but I keep my attack unrelenting! At least for now. And I jump at you again, this time looping my arm around your head and neck, trying to go for a side headlock right here on the grass. Which smells a bit, well, grassy ;)
I'm going to keep you smelling the grass all day!
And all night!
And who's the dumb one right now huh? Let's see if your IQ drops from getting your head squeezed long enough and hard enough. Hmm. Shall we conduct an experiment here? My IQ starting point is 147...
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So much for her grapevining me THIS time... now to MMMFFFFF.. my head wrapped up as you go to try and make me inhale my own lawn... I don't... THINK so.. I grunt out as you lean in on me...
People who wear bikinis to fight usually forget one thing.. they forget that they are framing a target. Innie, outie, pierced, whatEVER... that navel is a live, pulsing, bullseye begging to be hit. So I do.. my left elbow jams up into your belly button as you lean in on me.. you see, Hannah... you may be cute... you may be sexy in your tight little zebra print.. hell, you might even have the upper hand for the moment....
But the chance of you making me eat this dirt? You could Taraji and every woman from Hidden Figures working on it, and it is STILL too small for that to happen! You get the point?
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I'm jumping on you and getting my headlock on when your elbow jams me up, right in the pit of my stomach, maybe my cute little belly button. It's not enough to really really hurt but it does make my eyes go big and stun me for a second.
Maybe you're not quite ready yet, so I back off, gasping a little bit. But I grab your hair and go to shove your face in the grass for a second before I'm back away and backpedal away several steps before I put my hands back up and wait for you to get up yourself
I bet your face is going to look uh, a little, grassy ;) If not red from embarrassment ;)
So what's the matter? You don't like headlocks, huh? I say, catching my breath. And I stick my tongue out at you and back away still a couple of more steps.
Giving you a chance to get to your feet. Who says I never gave you anything?
I'm going to run my mouth on you all day!
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As you exhale and your eyes go wide.. .I smile... and when you pull off my head to try that pathetic little shove into the dirt.. right arm down for balance already, so not like you do anything other than buy you room to escape.
I'm almost laughing as I watch you back away... "you WILL be running your mouth... exactly where I tell you to... service is only the FIRST humiliation I have planned for you!" as I push up and watch you... I have to turn a bit to keep you in front of me, but that's no big deal...
And neither is the Hannah-shaped divot I'm gonna leave in the yard before I'm done with you!
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I stick my tongue at you and your comment of a Hannah shaped divot somewhere and watch you get to your feet (I think) but you're staying kind of low, looking like you're planning a move, like you're going to tackle me or something like that. But I'm going to beat you to the punch. Well I'll try to at least.
And I jump and pull my legs up and then extend them out, as I flex all my core muscles and aim a somewhat low standing dropkick right at your upper chest. Right above those boobs of yours.
Aiming the heels of my feet right at that
Spot.
Well, two spots actually. One for each heel...
Letting out a little scream in the process! As my feet come flying at you
I'm the Dropkick Queen bitch!
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So far, all she's done is talk... now to see what other noises she makes... I stay low and come forward... looking to get into that body and wrap up those thighs... take you down into the grass as I close in....
When she hops up and those feet shoot out at my chest.. .smacking into the scoop front of my tank top and ooooooooooofffffffff... sent flying back onto my ass... how'd she... where'd that... fuck....I try to roll along in the grass.. .get my arms over my chest... and curl up on my side... needing a second.. to get my air back... didn't think she was THAT quick... now I know.. but damn that's a LOUSY way to learn that!
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I feel my feet connect where they were supposed to and I watch you get knocked down and roll away covering up, looking stunned and out of breath from my devastating out of the blue (to you anyway) dropkick. Yes I am the dropkick queen. My butt hits the ground and bounces just a bit but I'm back on my feet in no time
And I waste no time in reaching down and grabbing one of your ankles with both hands and start to give you a good yank towards me.
Come here! Where are you going? Are you hurt? Got an owwie huh?
Saying that while I give your ankle a good hard tug.
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You learn a lot of things when you do this sort of stuff for any length of time...
ANYONE can hurt you, if they find an opening. (Case in point... this little pest as me holding my chest on my side in my own yard.)
No matter how well you cover yourself, something is always open. My left ankle grabbed.. towed back across the yard as I wind up face down and my tank top riding up while my face id pulled through the grass... my ass sticking up as I get girlhandled by the cackling idiot....
And, no matter how well you plan, something is always OPEN. On YOU... I may be a bit blind, but my right leg is free.. and I can swing it and kick it out... at your shin... let's see how you like that....
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You kick at my shin and it hurts enough for me to drop your ankle. In fact I cry out Owww! That hurt, bitch!
And I jump up into the air again and twist my body like a corkscrew so that my back goes to you, and I flex and extend out my arm and try to aim the back of my elbow right between your shoulder blades.
I've tried to get as much air as I could, so that the impact is as devastating as I can get it!
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I love that feel.. my heel thuds into her shin and the jolt travels up MY leg even.. the kind of pain that will make her wonder in January what she cracked her leg on and think... "oh, yeah.. August."
It's almost better than the scream that accompanies you dropping my ankle.. but I have a chance to make some moves now... get my knees under me and go to push up so I can fix my top... UGGHHHHHHHHHH...
Something pointed and heavy slams into my back.. right between my shoulders.. my arms just set and now my chest driven back into the grass.. MMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF... I get a face full of lawn... try to push up with my knees.. and arms.. get my body back up so I can cough the taste of the sod out of my mouth.. spitting out stray blades... you better *cough*.. enjoy this... while you CAN, brat...
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My elbow and the back of my arm connects with your back just where I wanted it to. But my arm hurts a little bit now for some reason, But just a little bit. I hear you coughing up the grass in your throat and that makes me giggle a little too. And then I just roll on top of you and try to lie flat on you
I now try to get my arms under yours which surprisingly feel meatier and firmer than I thought they would but I try nevertheless to get my hands locked together behind your neck. It's just surprisingly a little tougher than I thought it would be. And I struggle hard, breath hard into your neck, trying to set up my full nelson on you.
Enjoy? I say under my breath. I'm going to enjoy every second of this! I don't know if you will be however!
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My forearms already down in the grass... trying to push up and not let her take advantage of that ache in my spine... when she does.. sliding onto my back as I feel your arms try to capture my already flexing ones... trying to get your hands... to my neck... can't let her do that... and I get an idea... this might be one of the crazier things, but I need to get her OFF me....
So I dip my head low.. onto the grass.. and push up with my feet.. extending my legs until we get to the tipping point .. and try to roll over on my head and neck.. putting the weight of BOTH of us on it.. ahhhhhh.. but if I can flip us... you'll be under me and I will be landing on that bumpy mattress you call a chest....
Won't that be FUN?
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I can feel your arms start to flex in your grasp. This makes my eyes widen and starts to give me some heady kinds of feelings. I can't get my full nelson fully, can't quite grasp my hands behind your neck, and I'm struggling against your arms. And my eyes widen even more when you manage to lift yourself with my 110 pounds on top of you
And you flip us right over until your weight is pushing down on me and now my full nelson attempt seems like a distant memory. I groan with your weight on me, your back flattening out my chest and I groan out a "Get off me!"
Breathing is suddenly difficult. My arms are still kind of under yours but it seems like you have them trapped now, but you don't have my legs trapped and I try to get them around your waist, trying to lock a bodyscissors on you. I'm not sure how strong it's going to be from my current position under you but it might help to control you enough to perhaps maneuver you maybe back to the side
That is if I have the strength to turn you. But I do believe I have managed to get my ankles locked, and I grunt as I try to turn you to your side, and I feel an intense burn start to build in my hip
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This match is so much fun to read! Keep it up ladies!
I agree. Keep it up, Becca & hannah!
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She's fast... hooking those legs around my waist... while our arms are still tangled and fighting for position... uhhhhhhhh... no... not that way.. dear... I grunt out... my feet free... I plant them flat to the grass and try to extend my legs... bridge up... just enough so I can drop back down and try to jar you out of that grip.
"I can bounce you... in the grass... all day... now give it up... before I hurt you...." I spurt out... trying to intimidate you body and brain...
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I'm trying with all my strength just to hold on to you, but you're obviously still too strong. And you bridge up, lifting my butt and much of my back off the ground. And when you drop back down, it knocks a lot of the air out of my body
My legs loosen up quite a bit on you and it's going to take a few seconds before I can lock them down again. If I can even do that. I groan again. Gasp out for breath and try to do anything with my arms, moving them up and down the sides of your body.
I'm not sure what good that will do but I'm just trying to squirm and move under you the best that I can right now
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I get the impact I want... and the result I want... a big gust of air from the sexy smaller younger woman and a loosening grip... you slide your arms up and down... you want out.. fine by me... I roll over to the left ... off your body... onto my hands and knees.. OK, Hannah, time for you to learn the house rules... as I reach for your hair and go to pull you up with me as I stand...
First rule... there's only one Queen bitch here.. and that's me! as I twist that mane in my right hand to add pain to your scalp... "and if you can't remember Rule 1, there's a trash can with your name on it waiting to go out to the curb!"
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I'm still gasping when you finally get off me and go to grab a handful or two of my long dark hair and pull me up to my knees.
I shreik from the pain in my scalp as you twist it and grab your wrists both of them and just try to squeeze them as hard as I can.
I'm trying to look at you but you have my neck twisted mostly away from you. Still if you can see the expression on my face, you can probably tell I'm not being friendly anymore.
And I say under my breath, I'm not scared of you, bitch!
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I do like getting you up this way.. .you reach for my wrists and squeeze.. a scream and then the under-your-breath insults and defiance... it's like champagne.... I just drink that up... "hold tight girl... you don't want this to misfire" as I snap my let leg up.. looking to smack my shin across your chest as you struggle to turn away...
Don't be scared of me... I LIKE it when you want to fight.. it means you become Hannah.Full.Time.TARGET!
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I'm fighting to get free of your hands, trying to turn and twist no matter how much all that hurts from this position. And suddenly you let go and slam your shin into my stomach. That hard bony shin of yours.
Stings! But also drives more air out of me. I was twisting away from it so it's not quite the knockout blow you thought it was but I lose my balance anyway (already it was precarious) and I fall right on my cute little ass.
In front of you, hopefully a safe distance away from you since I can't see where you are right now. So I scramble to turn to face you and get to my feet as soon as I can, looking for you and putting my hands out at the same time
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Lucky... she's lucky. Moving just enough so I don't flatten those girls.
Of course, I DO get to knock more air out of you by taking your tummy on a trajectory towards the next county, so luck is a relative thing.
You go to a landing on that ass that I've been meaning to kick for a while now... and as I come forward,you actually scramble up.
When I was a kid, they still had these toys -- they probably don't anymore, too violent or something -- but they were an inflatable bag with sand sealed in the base. They would paint a clown, or Batman, or a football player on them. You could hit them as hard as you wanted, they'd fall down, and then bounce back up so you could do it again... Hannah's kind of like that right now; too stupid to stay down.
So, as you come up with your hands up.. I go to grab those wrists... and pull you around to face me. So I can drive my left knee up at your tummy and let my thick, flexed thigh smash into what you think is cleavage.
I think I'll paint her to make her look like roadkill.
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I get to my feet and there you are, grabbing my wrists again and yanking me in towards you so hard that it seems like a flinch to me. And your knee comes up and drives right into my chest, lifting me off my feet for a second before dropping back down to the ground
I gasp out explosively. I felt your flexed quadriceps drive right into my boobs. And when I get back to my feet, I can barely stand. My legs turning to jelly and my entire body slumping in your direction, my head landing right on your shoulder.
I just make gasping sounds, all kinds of big gasping sounds. I'd wrap my arms around you but you still have my wrists...
God, what did you do???
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Oh, look, she wants to get up... you've an instinct to fight back... that's going to be the end of you, Hannah... I whisper in your ear as you lean on my shoulder....
I plant your hands firmly on your own cute butt... rubbing your palms on that ass until I can slip your hands inside your bottoms.. then go to wrap my arms around yours and lock my fists on your spine.
"Oh, and what did I do? Nothing compared to what I'm ABOUT to do." as I go to tighten my grip and crush that battered chest into my fuller girls...
"i don't hear you bragging any more, Hannah." SQUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZEEEE "Becca got your tongue?"
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I'm still making all kinds of gasps and wheezes right up against your body. I'm about to try to put my arms out and push against you if I can manage that but no, you're on me, locking up my arms with yours and wrapping your arms around me in an oh, so tight grip
Starting to squeeze me now, making me feel your clenched fists on my spine, feeling your arms locking right around my diaphragm trying to take my breath away. I take in a good deep breath before you clamp down and now it's suddenly hard just to goddamn breathe...
Your arms start to resemble something like steel clamps, squeezing whatever air I put back in out of me once again. I gasp again at the initial crushing squeeze, and then I pant a little
My chest flattened against yours...
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I feel your chest swell against mine and then it comes out... slowly.. as I feel your girls mushroom under mine.. "THIS is all the fight you had, after all that big talk?" as I nibble the side of your neck.. mostly because I can.. and chuckle... a low throaty chuckle that is darker than even I thought it might be...
"Time to re-sod the lawn... with you"
And with that I plant my right foot.. twist... feelign the grass tear a bit under my weight and torque... and then go to throw you down onto your back under me...
"We are SO going to have fun with you....
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You keep up the pressure with your amazingly (and deceptively) strong arms feeling the incredible strain on my back too. Never mind my bottom couple of ribs. I want to scream out from the pain but I don't want you to see me scream. At least not yet.
It's a moot point anyway because I don't have the breath to scream right now. All I can do is wheeze and pant and whimper a little bit. My arms are starting to feel numb, too.
But then you twist and give both our bodies a hard torquing twist and throw and I'm powerless to do anything to stop you right now
And I crash onto the not so soft ground with all your body weight on top of me and again, all the air left in my body is driven out
I'm dazed too from the back of my head hitting hard on the grassy ground. Your weight on top of me still
Pressing down.
All I can do is just go, Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh.
I have to find a chance to recover. Even if it's just a little while.
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We land and I hear the air rush out of you and are those cute little eyes rolling in your head?... I do believe they ARE!
One of the nice things about living in the South when Danny was in the Navy was that I learned all those fun expressions. Like, "bless her heart." It's not a nice thing. It's a polite way of saying , "Holy fuck, she's SCREWED." Like you are. Lying on your back, fighting for air under me and your head a little pressed into the soil... so when I push up off you with my hands on your breasts... it's just natural thing to try and pull that skimpy zebra-print top up over your head and off your body as I go to strip the hapless girl who actually thought she could come toss me around my own yard.
Bless her heart, Bless her poor dear heart.
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Your hands go right for my breasts, trying to pull at my bikini top. This gives me renewed energy and I grab your wrists again and squeeze them tightly, very tightly, practically digging my nails into the underside of your wrists.
I guess you're straddling me now so I push up hard with my hips at the same time, violently trying to twist and buck you off me, fighting you with renewed vigor.
No stripping! I say under my breath. Trying to take an advantage here since you seem so focused on stripping me. grunting as I try to shove you off me with my hips
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Everyone has their own lines they won't cross. Or have to be dragged across.
As you put my wrists in a vise, I find out one of yours. And it's a bit of a surprise. This is a woman who, in previous meetings, had no problems trying to arouse and distract me. That grapevine... OWWWWWWWWWW as your nails dig into my wrists ... that she's so happy to talk about took place in a BEDROOM, for crying out loud.
In an odd way, I can respect it. Take the power for yourself, YOU determine how and when you use your body... all that self-empowerment stuff. Right on, sister... UMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFF
I could, if your hips didn't smack up into mine and take a bit of air out of me by smacking ME in a sensitive area.... but that's the purpose here isn't it... and I get an object lesson in self-determination as you twist and shove me off to the side, into the grass myself.. call it a #MeToo moment, then, as I draw my knees up and get my legs between our bodies... so I can extend them and kick you away from me!
"Don't start games if you don't want to play them, GIRL!"
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I manage to buck you off me alright, but as we fall I'm going on top of you and am met quickly by your knees as you shove me off you with them. I land on my back and I curl up into a ball on my side before moving to my knees. Well, my hands and knees.
I look over at you and realize that you shoved me more than a few yards away. I don't know how that happened but I take a moment or two to get some air back into my mostly air deprived body.
I'm gasping and then panting as I look over at you, now knowing who is in the worst shape right now.
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She got me good.. and I landed badly... but I'm still the one that had her wrapped up and under me... I can get back to that...
She's getting her air back... I ignore my own heaving chest and scramble over to grab that hair and try to stand up.. fine.. I wanted to throw you around more anyway.... using your hair and left elbow... so that I can try to pivot around and whip my new beach toy to the fence.. let's see how you like it there! Bettign that yrou back will probably hate it... but I will LOVE what it does to you as a whole...
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You grab me roughly as soon as I get up by my arm and another handful of my air. You're trying to throw me but I resist trying to plant my feet into the grassy ground. But you are too strong and I am sent in the direction of the fence
But I try to get my footing and manage to stop myself only several feet away from you. Maybe more. I'm not sure. I stop myself but I've lost some balance and I double over to keep from falling onto my face. Still panting I have to take just a little longer to catch my breath and right myself fully before I can turn to face you again.
I know you're there behind me somewhere and I brace myself and try to think of something to do should you attack me here
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I want to whip her to the fence.. but she blocks me.. planting down and making me spin just to shove you forward.. so I have to fight to get my own balance back.. and there you are... not far away at all... and bent over.. let's persuade her.. I brace on my left foot and try to swign my right up at that open butt... let's see if I can make you do that at least!
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I'm catching my breath slightly bent over when I feel you move closer to me. My spidey senses are tingling ;) Then I hear a bit of a whoosh as you are setting something up. Perhaps a kick? And I turn around and see you in position for one. You're leg going up in the air in a spinning sort of kick
And I back away perhaps just in time to see you foot whoosh across my stomach just an inch away from it. And I back away one more step and watch what position your follow through will leave you.
While you can probably see a smile on my face :);)
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A pirouette.
A FUCKING PIROUETTE. A GODDAMNED MOTHER-PUS-BUCKETS PIROUETTE!!!!!!!!
I don't get her ass. I don't get her gut. I don't get the bookkeeper. (If you haven't seen The Untouchables, you have missed out on life. Go watch it. NOW. The come back to the fight. We'll wait.)
I get nothing... except the job of trying to keep my balance when I don't hit what I expected to hit and I get spun around... so I plant that foot on landing and spring off it turning to try and get some distance... I don't have any more balance than I did before, but I have room... and I need all the space I can get. Because that smile on her face... is like she knows she has the drop on me... and she does. I need room to maneuver, and I hope I can get it.
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Someone must have wanted to be a ballerina when they were young.
Is that right? Did you want to be a widdle, widdle ballerina when you were growing up? Did you? That's so cute!
And I giggle watching you spin around. And spin around as you try to keep your balance. And I giggle some more.
And I walk up to you and extend my index finger out. Maybe if I can poke you in the shoulder with it, that would be all it would take to put you back on the ground
One little poke.
Heehee.
Poke!
Actually I did want to be a ballerina for a little while ;)
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I'm fighting to stay up right... and my face getting redder the more she runs her mouth...
Who DIDN'T want to be a ballerina? So I get kicked out of dance class for punching Simone... she deserved it! Big ox kept stepping on my feet... on purpose!
So, that was when I found out Simone was Ms. Ellen's granddaughter. And guess who taught the class? "Rebecca Elizabeth, you CANNOT just go up and punch people. You're smart. Be more creative in how you respond!" "Yes, Daddy. Do I have to say I'm sorry?" "Not to Simone. But to Ms. Ellen, yes. The tuition is non-refundable."
Right now, you're Simone... and you prove it by being a jerk and ahhhh.. jabbing me hard in the shoulder as I try to set my feet.... and I land on my ass.... BRAT! my hands go down to push back up and stand... no WAY do I back down... not THIS time!
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It wasn't a hard shove or a jab. It was just a little "poke." You're just uncoordinated ;)
:P
I think about attacking again but decide against it and back away a little, putting my guard back up, my hands out in front of me. I know I'm in better shape than you now. You fell on your ass with such an unceremonious looking and sounding "whump," but it looks like you're going to kick at me if I come forward again.
So I don't. Preferring to not give you that satisfaction. But I say, "Hey I'm sorry you're reliving past childhood trauma. But boo hoo to you!
It's present day trauma that I'm after ;) Come on bitch! Get back up and get some more! I say, planting my feet firmly into the grassy ground. One leg behind the other.
Come on! I say again. Time for play is over!
In a demanding tone
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I'm angry, tired, embarrassed, and my spine just got a jolt from that unceremonious landing... my light blue tank top beginning to darken noticeably from sweat, and as much as I want to kick at you and get that smug smile off your face after that pratfall, you stay out of range....
But you also don't attack, which gives me time to recover as you stand there and run your mouth about how you're going to give me more... "Already... knocked the wind out of you... once... won't be hard to do it again... " as I push up and pull my feet under me to stand... I'll give you all the present-day trauma you can handle... as I come at you and reach for your hands.. Time to plant this girl in the dirt and be done with this! I think as I rush at you to lock up..
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You get up and you quickly rush in for a lockup. I'm ready for you and I move to mirror your collar and elbow grip on me. I'm pushed back a few steps before I'm able to get my feet planted right correctly into the grassy ground and I struggle and strain to keep you at bay.
I grimace and wince a little, knowing you can probably overpower me eventually, but I'm doing my best to try and hold you off for now, for a few seconds at least, pushing at you with all my strength
And I say in your ear, You can't muscle me around so much, can you?
As I'm breathing on you and you're breathing on me and my hand grip is right over your biceps
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There are dozens of things I could have done... smarter things... clever things... crafty things that would have had her down and in pain....
I did this. Mostly out of anger and frustration, with a touch of arrogance, I suppose, to show you that I can take you apart when I want and how I want.
And it works. You go back and I can feel you sliding. I have you... you little smirking pest, I have you....
And then I don't. You get your feet set and push back into ME... your hand squeezing my left biceps as I try to flex and push into you.. you whisper into my ear and I inhale to try and show you who has the muscle...my back arching the wrong way just a bit as I've been stood up by your defiance...
And I'M the one who gets muscled back... my feet sliding in the grass as she sets and drives into me... the trap sprung and now i have to deal with finding a way to turn it around!
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Yes there probably are dozens of smarter things you could have done. Dozens of opportunities you've let slip through your fingers. Eh? I giggle a little more as I am the one who's apparently more powerful now! As your back starts to arch backwards (I'm still not getting those legs of yours to move back but maybe that'll come later) But I suddenly try to push down on your arm, the one with your hand on my shoulder, and try to pull you down a bit so I can loop my arm around your neck
And try to pull that down too so I can clamp a side headlock on you. I'm trying to do this as quickly and as forcefully as I can, letting your cheek rub against my boob for a moment or two.
Or more than that. I don't know.
But I get shivery feeling nonetheless.
Still I try to stay focused so I can get my hands locked just under your chin and start to pressure mostly your jaw at this point
You know jaws can be quite sensitive ;)
But then I say to you, Come on, let's do some real wrestling? Shall we? Grunting as I try to get your head down just right...
What are you going to do? I bet you can't do this one like I can ;)
If you can even get out if...
:)
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I'm sliding back and tryign to set my feet when you yank my arm down and giggle... your momentary advantage working as my arm and head go down... and then your arm around my head.. mmmmmmffff... getting a faceful of side boob... enough to distract me and owwwwww my jawline locked up and squeezed... you feel free to taunt me about grappling?
Honey, I was trading holds when you were in Strawberry Shortcake Underoos... my head goes down and you show you can do a headlock... my 3-year-old can do a headlock... and I go so show you how... not wasting time on trying to fight that headlock...my arms drop even... let her think she has me in trouble... I wrap my arms around the thigh right below my head instead... and lift... lean into your body... and go to topple you onto your opposite hip... honey... you were doing better trying to rough me up... if you want to fight this way... you'll wind up in the sod!
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I get my hands locked good, nice and firm and start to work the pressure on your jaw and the side of your face, flexing all the jobber muscles that I can in my upper body. Your three year old? Oh I don't think she could headlock me. Maybe if I let her ;) or maybe if I even let you. Double wink on that ;) ;)
But then you grab around my leg and start to lift me up. This surprises me, almost shocks me, and the fear of what's going to happen just makes me squeeze you harder. As a matter of reflex
And I try not to let go and take you down with me. Although the impact with the grassy ground surely does loosen my grip a bit.
But still I keep my arm around your head as tight as I can. Even if I have lost some leverage right now.
Oh, yes, let's grapple, Becca! Mmmmm.
I say that right to your face
Which is still pretty close to mine at the moment
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I get you down... and your pull brings me with you... expected... hoped for actually... for it lets my shoulder drive into your belly as we go down... I slide my knee up onto your trapped leg.. to pin it down to the grass as I go to press my hands under your shin and elbow .. to pry my head the rest of the way out of that headlock...
"You SURE you want to do this, Hannah? Because ti will END you... as I push on your chin, thigh and elbow to pin you under me to the grass... "for starters... you're already in the dirt... and I've only BEGUN to tie you up..."
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The impact on the grass jarred me enough so that, despite me pulling you down with me, you easily pull your head out from under my arm.
I now groan as you push down on my body in three different places, pinning my side to the ground under you. I groan and try to kick with my free leg, but I can't reach anything with it. My breathing quickens. My pulse suddenly gets much faster too.
I try to look up at you, but I can't move my head enough.
I just try to squeak out a "Yeah. I'll beat you."
Nice little squeak I make
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I'm getting sloppy.. must be tired... that leg kicks up and I get a break.. she doesn't hook it into me, so it whistles past and drops back down....
Now to close that little loophole... my knees slides over and into the inside of your thigh. Let's pin that down... and my hand can then come off your chin and slide onto your biceps to hold that arm down... I've got another plan for your face... as I plan to lean forward and press my sweaty cleavage into it.
You wanted to grapple, girl... I've seen Christmas presents that resisted getting wrapped up more than you!
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You push me back down to my back and go to pin my legs. I try to squirm and move them around but my biggest problem seems to be higher up. I turn my head to the side so you can't smother me out. I get some breath in although your weight on top of me isn't helping my breathing
Your massive weight
I groan again and try to hold on
Yes, I'm resisting with all I got, bitch. You'll tire out before me, I try to say to you
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You've bragged so much about doing this... an extra 10 pounds too much for you to move? I giggle in your ear as you turn your cheek to the side to try and save what little breath you can get...
"Here's something I've been wanting to do to you... and remember... YOU asked for it..." as I go to slip my heels under your squirming knees.. so I can lip my feet over the top of your shins and return you an old humilaition... let's see you get out of this grapevine, honey... is this enough wrestling for you?
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I'm still trying to keep my legs moving but I feel you gripping them with yours and I can't do much else to keep you from setting your grapevine. Starting to pull me apart a little, testing my flexibility in that area. I do have some gymnastics experience so I think I'm still pretty good down there. I feel a little pressure but not much else right now
The real problem is still up on top with you pressing your weight down on to me and me managing to get in some only labored breathing. I try to think of a plan, an escape. Maybe you'll just get tired. Or bored
I'm trying to hold out until one of those things happens.
You know this is not a pinning match, I groan out
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"You know this is not a pinning match."
Indeed, I do. it's a match to submission or KO... which means I don't have to do much more to beat you... I giggle in your ear....
"You DO know that you have to do something to win? All I have to do now is wear you down until you're helpless"... as I press my knees down to lift my hips... then smack them down into yours... "and then I can tie you into all sorts of pretty shapes until you give up like the sexy little loser you are...."
And grinding you into the ground under me... isn't boring at all... It's almost... thrilling ... having you helpless and struggling.
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Trying to make the most of your grapevine on me, it starts to have a sort of numbing effect. Not terribly painful but certainly starting to feel numb. You must be doing a good job on restricting the blood flow to my lower body
As for my upper body, well starting to numb there too, but I'm still breathing. Well as good as can be expected with your MASSIVE weight pressing me down. I feel immobile and admittedly helpless. But I'm not going to let you think that
As I still try to make it seem like I'm struggling hard against you, trying to push up with my hands at least.
Get.. off... me.. bitch! Now! I try to yell at you but I don't quite have the energy for it. So a direct and harshly worded statement will have to
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"Wow... "as you are reduced quickly to desultory pushes and grunted protests... "well, you've folded, so now it's time to spindle and mutilate you...."
as I push up to take my chest off your face and swing my right hand in a slap at your cheek...."stay there....."
I got to extract my left leg from yours and plant my foot... my left hand going for your mane... to pull my limp little ragdoll Hannah up as I go to stand and slide my right leg out...
"Look, you left a Hannah-size impact in the grass... the first of several I'm about to use you to make!"
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Going to pull me back up with yet another hand in my hair. I groan again, not shriek or scream this time but groan and put one hand on your wrist, again trying to squeeze it so you'll let go. Maybe
But with my other hand I make a fist and take a wild swing at your abs. Hoping I can connect. Hopefully with enough force, even in my weakened state, to slow you back down.
At least
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Awwww.... isn't that cute... she wants to resist... feeling your grip on my wrist and I almost smile as you try to squeeze it... such a feeble attempt... more steadying yourself than pulling.. oh, FUCK... she's...
OOOOOOOOOOFFF... loading up to drive into my open belly... catching me and making me exhale enough that I cough and bend a little over that... my wrist solid in your grip now as I try to find the energy to pull away and get out of HER range...
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I can feel you trying to pull away just after my fist connects with the area just above your belly button. I guess that hurt a little bit too huh? ;) I'll let you pull away all right (because I can use a serious breather myself!) but not before I swing my arm out and try to hit the side of your jaw with the nice bony edge of my forearm!
Then I'll let you go. How's that? I'm not too mean am I? and I let go of your hand just as my forearm is about to...
Connect
;)
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I'm trying to breathe and get my wrist out of your grip... so I can SHUT HER DAMN MOUTH... yanking as hard as I can and pulling her towards me.. let.. go.. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... a forearm clubs into my jawline and my head starts flashing... wobbly and when she lets go... I have to stagger to the fence and lean on it to get my head clear... just .. need a.. second... then I can get back after her... if I can pick up where she is.. that's two hard shots, and that's two too many...
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My forearm makes a nice thud with the side of your jaw and you go spinning off towards the fence. I said that I needed a breather and I take that breather right now, bending over a little and putting my hands on my thighs so I can get in some much needed air and temporary relief.
But I look over to you, leaning on the fence there and I have to smile again. Hey, I say, you don't look so good. Your jaw looks a little puffy too. That'll leave a mark.
And I wink at you and giggle a little more as I stand back up and start to approach you again. Putting my hands back up I say, Hey you want to try that hair grab again? I'll be happy to give you another shot!
So fucking happy I'll be :)
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I'm getting my head clear.. but she's recovering too... I can't let her do that... and your mouth running.. I need to shut that .. so I push off the fence and stagger towards you... reaching for your biceps on each arm to try and tie you up again... this time... I WON'T let her escape.. as I try to get body to body with you and push you back...
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You go for another lock up of sorts. But you're staggering into me, hardly at full strength. I think I'm in better shape than you are right now and I plant my feet solidly into that grassy ground and push back at you with every bit of strength I have left, trying to push right up against that rough looking wooden fense.
I grunt out loud with all that effort I'm expending, so wanting to move your body backwards and slam you back into that fence.
Hoping too that your neighbors will notice it rattle and rumble
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I grab at you.. and you grab at me... I find myself not only held off.. but shoved BACK... how... where is she ..MMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF... my chest shakes as I get banged into my own redwood fence and my head bounces a little... outmuscled and paying for as I'm dizzy a second.. pawign at yoru chest to try and keep you off me long enough to find room to slip to the left and get free of you...
Where is she getting this from? I'm feeling like a wet dishrag and she just.. keeps... coming!
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We make that fence and shake and rattle and rumble. Or you do mostly with your body slamming into it ;) But now you're pushing against me hard, mostly against my chest with a strength that's still very surprising. You're trying to push me off you and I do back off about a foot, reaching still to keep a hold of your shoulders.
And you're turning some to the side trying to slip out and you're managing to do that but I try to turn with you and lift my knee up, trying to get into your abs again
For a quick parting shot :)
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I'm fighting desperately now.. .trying to get some space to maneuver away from you... but she keeps my shoulders... and even though I try to twist out... I'm held enough that the slightly smaller but fresher girl can MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHH...
unload on me... throwing a knee up into me that has me bending over as the air I fought to get back goes away again... pinned back to the fence and gasping as I cover my belly... fuck... every one of those shots is taking more out of me... starting to feel like target practice as I try to get my left forearm into your chest and get you off me somehow.. although I barely have the energy to stand .. and shes been teeing off on me.. I have to fight back...
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You go down again, in a staggering and stumbling mess, covering up your belly. Must hurt huh? I purse my lips and make like I'm going to cry for you
Awwwwww
But no crying from me. From you? That's a different story and a definite maybe ;) And I grab both your ankles this time and start dragging you away from the fence. Turning to look behind me to see where I want to put you
I start to HEAVE your butt along! Dragging and pulling again with everything I got. Feeling the muscles in my back straining. Legs too
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Groaning as I just... cant' breathe... and your mouth still running.. I push at you and you step back and go down.. my ankles... whooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... MMMMMFFFFFFFFF... my head .. bangs into the fence... I'm dizzy...my chest heaving .. and now.. dragged across my own lawn.. she has me in more trouble that she has this whole fight... and I feel like dead weight to her... so I try to go limp.. make her do all the work.. see if I cna get a break THAT way...
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You go all limp on me and suddenly it's like I'm dragging around three hundred pounds. I groan and grunt with each yank on your ankles but I manage to drag you a couple more yards I think away from the fence. Then I turn around and get your ankles securely under my arms and then flex with every thing and try to turn around in an attempt to turn you on your stomach.
I'm grunting and sweating some more in this almost herculean task I've set out for myself.
Grrrr, turn around, bitch, I say under my breath. I think you know what's coming next. Let you feel a real hold...
Uhhhnnn...
This time
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Going limp was a good idea when i was trying to clear my head from multiple shots and get air back into my lungs... but when she stops.. that plan ISNT so good.. my ankles... fuck she's going to... and I FLOP over onto my chest... she's been able to muscle me around as the match wears on... and I have to push up.. get my chest and face out of the grass.. but my legs are hers... fuck.. this is a mess.. how do I get out of it... think, Becca, THINK....
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Letting out a scream I use every thing I got to work you over to your back. You're a little heavier than me but I get myself set right and hold on the best that I can, spreading my feet and trying to find the right position over your lower back
I hold onto you ankles practically grimly and watch my little biceps flex as I hold up your legs. I'm trying to find the sweet spot for this hold, the place where it doesn't require so much...
Effort. My arms are wavering with the strain a little, but I turn my head to try and see how you are doing, imagining the pain you're hopefully feeling right now
Give up! I hiss out, through my clenched teeth.
Give up!
Not a question but a demand
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After all the back and forth... all the battering, trash talk, exchanges and pressure... it's pretty basic when you get down to it.
My head was a little fuzzy... the pain in my back as she applies the crab cuts through the fog.. my legs up, my tank dropping to show off my belly as she goes to roll my figure in a way nature did NOT intend it to go... my head out of the grass as I brace up on my right arm... she's shifting.. ugghhhhhhh.. .trying to find the right place... OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW... yelping out as she finds a spot that REALLY has my spine compressing the nerves that control my lower body... my left hand comes up as you settle into it.. and demand my surrender.. and I grab that dangling pigtail.. wrapping my fingers in it... and I PULL...
Like HELL... I grunt out... as I go to yank you off to the side... with whatever energy I can muster.... get out of this first... THEN worry about what you're going to do...
But she now knows that if she wants to win this... I won't stop until I'm unconscious.. maybe.
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I'm trying to find the right spot here, but your legs are feeling heavy, heavier than I thought they would be, and you're still wriggling a bit, but I hear your groans so I know something is working here. I try to get my feet spread wide enough, but then I feel you tug on my hair. And tug is an understatement. It's more like a yank.
Very much like a yank.
At first it just pulls me back more, which pulls up your legs more and strains your back still more (spine compression, yes!), but then I start to feel an intense strain on my knee and an even worse one in my hip as you seem to be pulling me off to the side. My arms are already fiercely straining to hold onto your legs and this all starts to pull me off balance. I can't keep hold of both of your legs so I drop one and just try to focus on the other, using both my arms on it and focus too on just one of your hips, as I try to regain my balance
I'm still finding myself being pulled off to the side, but maybe I can do a little more damage while I still have a hold of you. My face feels like it is contorting a little as you continue to yank on my hair. I let out a groan but not a scream, but maybe it looks like I am about to do that
Scream
I hope you do some screaming here
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A full crab.. .is meant to HURT. A lot. And it does... her stubborn refusal to let go of it results in a torque on my back that has me screaming. Loudly. Hating myself for even that minor surrender, I pull harder n that pigtail and add some invective to it... "FUCK... YOU... WHORE...." until I finally get you to let go.
Of one leg. Which drops down to the grass with an audible THUD while we both refocus....
A half crab... is a hold to wear a body down... my left leg free.. while she goes back to work on my right, pulling it across my body as my grip pulls you to my left... adding pain to my hip as I yelp out again... I am SICK of being used as her noisemaker!... but I'm going to be used for more than than if I don't get out of this!... it's draining just to keep my face and chest off the grass... my right forearm almost buried in the sod and I bring my free left knee forward.. under my hip as you straddle me.. and grunt out as I go to push up and pull that hair.. like I was a European tennis/model/whatever .. expending everything as I try to get you up off your feet so I can get free of this...
The problem is... after one of those Modelikovas hits the ball, eventually there's a Williams on the other side to hit it back. I need to find the energy to deal with that, and the pain she just laid on me...
But first, I need to get her OFF me!
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I'm trying to work your leg and hip now but you still are yanking on my hair, still pulling me backwards, still making it too difficult. I have to think of something else. My scalp is fucking burning right now. Too much of a... pain right now.
So I drop your leg and shove it down hard as hard as I can into the grassy ground and then quickly turn my body, using my hand to try and knock your arm out of the way, to get you to let go of my hair and I jump forward on top of your back, quickly trying to get my arms around your neck for a sleeper hold
On your back
Trying to move as quickly as I can to get you locked up tight again.
There's more than one way to skin a cat, you know
Many more ways in fact ;)
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I'm pulling and twisting and I can feel you fighting against it to maintain your hold and than my leg is free.. thrown down into the grass but FREE is all that matters and I'm able to push up with both hand and get my chest and face up ... now to.. move on to paying her back for that .. MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH....
110 lbs unexpectedly on my aching back... my arms give out in shock and I get a face full of grass as my chest is compressed into the sod.. my legs flat behind me and my jawline put in a vise.. at least I'm not eating grass... yet... but she goes to cut off my blood flow to my brain.. and I'm not sure I have the energy left to dislodge her.. doesn't mean I'm not going to try though....
She has to pull my head up to lock in that hold.. and that means I can lean on my right arm a bit... and try to jam my left elbow into your side.. with whatever I have left... which isn't much as I feel the pressure on my air and arteries... she's trying to take every drop out of me and that last move has the needle deep in the red zone!
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I feel your body sink into the grassy ground a bit as I leap on your back and work hard to secure my sleeper. I can't quite get my forearm to sink in enough however and maybe I'm just compressing your jaw some.
Which isn't all that bad I suppose
But that's not what I'm trying to do here and I struggle and strain and flex again hard to try and get my arm in the right position around your neck. Groaning and grunting and trying to say in your ear to just give it up to me now
But I feel your elbow jab into my side. And hard. Harder than you might have thought it would be. I wasn't prepared for it. I probably should have been but I wasn't, and I let out a sharp groan of pain. Still I don't quite let you go. My grip has loosened but I try again hard to resecure it.
And say in your ear, That didn't work for you, my voice more than a little breathless at the moment, and I flex again hard to try and get my arms just into the right...
Position
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A sleeper... isn't about choking as much as it is about cutting off the blood flow to the brain. Easier .... and faster.. way to put... someone out... and that's why... I.. throw the elbow as hard... as I.. can... because... she's trying to put... me away..
My head clears as your grip releases... and then you groan and shift into a blatant choke... giving me a little more time... my legs free enough... my hands ... go for your arm as you pull me back into the choke... uuurrrrrrrrgghhhhhh.. remind me why this is better?.... my chest coming up a bit off the grass... I try to get my knees.. under us.. roll us to the side... while you go of the perfect choke... got to dislodge her... somehow.. even though all this work is wearing me out...
I'm running out of tricks, strength, and air... all connected... and none of it good!
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I'm still working hard to get my hold just the way it should be, trying to sink my arm deeper and lower around your neck if possible. I have my biceps gripped tightly behind your head, and I'm practically panting as I'm trying to finish the set up here
When you start to get up, taking me with you, my body draped over your back, my arms locked as tightly as they can be around your neck
And you push us off to the side and I hit the ground on my side, jarring me and my grip on your neck a little bit, but you're in between my legs now and I quickly move to lock my ankles and put a squeeze on around your waist, actually a little above your waist, trying to see if I can find your diaphragm and try to squeeze some wind out of first
My arms have loosened again. I just try to keep them as securely as I still can
I feel you running out of gas. I might be a bit closer to empty than I feel comfortable with. I'm just hoping you go out before I do
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Here's how you know you've been hit in the head and lost too much oxygen for too long...
You forget about her legs. I get us up -- my back reminding me that it is in no shape to do this sort of thing for long after that crab -- and over onto the side with a THUDDDDDD that should jar me loose... and I go to pull your arm off my throat when.. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... those legs wrap my waist and flex .. riding up to MAKE me exhale.. and tightening to prevent inhaling... forget about getting that arm off me... I have to get my lungs back.. lying on one arm to boot...
I try to push on your knee.. fuck... I can't.. breathe... she's... going to .. crush me... OUT!
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I'm beginning to sense a lack of resistance now on your part. Crush you out? Well let's do that shall we? :)
I forget about setting the sleeper and I release your neck and wrap my arms around my own legs and squeeze my legs which are squeezing your body now. I believe this is called a scorpion lock? Something new I've learned :)
And I just take a deep breath, and then I take another one and then just flex everything hard, arms, legs, my core, as I proceed to indeed crush the remaining life out of you
Whispering in your ear as I work my magic
Crush you out? Yessssssssssss. How does that feel???
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There's.. not much left... as I try to find a way out of the scissor/choke and feel my energy ebbing... she can't... DO... this.....
So she does something worse... pinning my arms to the sides as she adds their strength to those legs... and crushes the remaining fight out of me... I can feel your chest on my back as you inhale... something I haven't been able to to for too long now... and then you flex.. taunting me ... but I can't heard the end of that whisper as I'm groaning under your pressure... my chest waist, arms, belly all... crumpled.. into a tight little... ball... my head droops and I can't take any more... slumping into the grass as the smaller ... bitch... finishes... meeeee...........
My whole body... hair arms legs head and neck... as limp as my sweaty tank top ...and as defenseless. The only good thing is that I'm not conscious.
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I keep my hold on and squeeze with everything I have, your body in my legs and in my arms at the same time. We slump over to the side and there I don't let up at all. I feel like in the "zone"
I'm in the ZEN of squeezing, mmmmmmmmmm, I just don't let go. I give your body a few more shakes, gentle and not so gentle until I realize that you have passed out
Oh my! Did I do that? Little old part time jobber me? I let go of you with my arms and lean back, leaving my legs around you, perhaps waiting to see when you wake up
Or if you wake up ;)
I shake out my arms and hold the bodyscissors on you for a few moments more before I unlock my ankles and kick your still unconscious body away from me with one foot
I hope you're alive as I kneel down next to you, looking down at you, looking concerned for you
I didn't squeeze that hard or that long, did I?
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I'm jostled.. shaken... my head and chest the same looseness about them... slumping forward as you release your arms.. and then finally legs... lying flat in the grass face down... barely aware until a sharp pain in my hip.. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... flopping over onto my back and my chest heaving as I stir to a dull ache in my hip and see you looming over me.. no.. fuck... NO.... she didn't... but I feel so foggy and everything aching just to breathe....
She.. did.
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Really amazing fight! Loved Becca Losing ;)
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Go Hannah!! Beat her :)
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I'm hoping to do a rematch at some point. And if anyone else here wants to step up and get the ring with me... well just let me know and maybe we can make it happen :)
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I'm hoping to do a rematch at some point. And if anyone else here wants to step up and get the ring with me... well just let me know and maybe we can make it happen :)
If you think I'm going to let this stand, you are CRAY-CRAY, part-timer!
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Can’t wait for a rematch!