[Sinthia B]

I never stop watching you either. The moment you step in, I see the decision in your shoulders before your hands even move. Good. Finally.

Your right hand reaches for the back of my neck, your left taking my elbow, and for a split second I let you think you’ve got exactly what you wanted.

I lean into you.

Not resisting—meeting you.

Your grip finds my neck, warm and firm, and I feel your hand at my elbow trying to control the joint. Strong. Calculated. You’re testing me, just like you said you would. My lips curl into a small, amused smile.

So this is your plan.

“Confident?” I murmur under my breath. “No… just prepared.”

Instead of pulling away, I step deeper into your space. My front foot slides between yours, my shoulder angling toward your chest so your hold can’t quite line up the way you want it to. My left hand comes up fast, catching your wrist at the back of my neck before you can settle it fully, my fingers tightening there—not to break the hold yet, just to interrupt your leverage.

At the same time my other hand shifts down, hooking lightly behind your tricep where you’re holding my elbow.

I can feel the tension between us now—muscle against muscle, weight balanced on the edge of motion.

You wanted to test my strength.

Fine.

I drive forward just a little, not enough to rush, just enough to force you to carry my weight and feel it.

“Careful,” I say quietly, eyes locked on yours. “You might find out why people talk about it.”

Then I start to turn my hips, beginning to redirect the pressure between us, testing whether your stance breaks… or whether you’re about to give me the fight I’ve been hoping for.

[Erin Lee]

You have clearly been around this race track more than a few times, no doubt used a collar and elbow starter yourself from time to time, like i said, it's a risky hold for me, it allows, should you wish to take the opportunity, it allows you to use your superior strength to back me down. But, nothing ventured nothing gained as the saying goes. So here we are, mid room locking up.

As my hand cups your neck my other cups your elbow, except, you've played this game before. You lean in, not fully but just enough to signal to me that this likely won't go as i hoped. Your right foot inches forward till it's between my spread feet. I feel your thigh muscles flex against the inside of my left thigh.

You don't try to remove the hand on your neck, but you do shift in such a way that i'm unable to get a good grip which effectively negates the plan i had for this hold, even more so when your fingers curl around my wrist, sinking a lil into my flesh and once again preventing the plan i had in mind.

You then twist your torso, forcing your shoulder up under my tricep, your hips also twist, your hip rubs up against my abs, i see a hip toss in my not so distant future, but i've been around this track a time or two myself. As you push your hip into me i slide my left leg behind your right, tapping my foot against your ankle, then i remove my hand from your neck and i look to drive my forearm across your chest, leaning my body weight against you in the hope of taking you back down onto the canvas. If i should succeed i will of course follow you down and this time i won't be looking to regain my feet, not immediately anyway.

[JasmineFCF]

Watching in two of the most talented women here.

I would love to match up against either of you, but for now I watch your match with pleasure.

[Sinthia B]

I’d felt that little shift the moment we locked up. The collar-and-elbow felt textbook at first—my right hand behind your neck, my left on your arm—but the way you settled your weight told me you’d already started solving the puzzle. When your foot slid in between mine and your thigh pressed into the inside of my leg, I knew exactly where you were steering things.

Hip toss. Clean, simple, effective.

You’d already started ruining the grip I wanted too. Your fingers tightened around my wrist, digging just enough into my skin to keep me from setting the control I’d planned. When you twisted your torso and slipped that shoulder up under my tricep, your hip brushing my stomach, the leverage lined up perfectly.

You were halfway there.

But halfway doesn’t finish it.

The moment you drove your hip across me, I adjusted. Instead of fighting the turn, I rode it just long enough to free my balance. My left leg slid back and hooked behind your right, my boot tapping the back of your ankle as I set the trap.

Then your hand came off my neck.

That was the opening.

As you tried to drive your forearm across my chest and lean your weight into me, I dropped my center of gravity and shifted with you instead of resisting. Your forward pressure actually helped me. My hooked leg dragged your ankle backward at the exact moment your weight committed forward.

Your base vanished.

I twisted hard at the waist, pulling your arm across my body while my shoulder dipped under yours. My hip bumped into yours—not for a toss, but just enough to keep your balance broken—and then I drove forward through the hook behind your leg.

You toppled.

Your back hit the canvas with a solid thud, and I went down with you just like you’d planned—only now I was the one on top.

My knee slid across your thigh to pin the leg I’d hooked while my other planted beside your hip for balance. I kept your arm trapped against my chest, my forearm pressing across your collarbone as I leaned my weight down into you, keeping you flat.

I looked down at you, a little breathless but smiling.

“Been around the track a time or two myself,” I murmured, tightening my control and settling my weight so you weren’t getting up anytime soon.

"It's not so easy this time, is it, Erin?"

[Erin Lee]

Well that didn't go to plan, am i surprised? certainly not. In a wrestling match you need to be mentally alive and quick on your feet where possible. The quick feet thing didn't come off this time but my mind is still well in the game.
You tell me you've been round the track a time or two which funnily is what i was thinking just a few moments ago, so it doesn't surprise me when you uttered those words.

You were very much alive to what i was attempting to achieve and you effectively reversed my move back onto me.

As i looked to trip you and take you to your back you actually managed to trip me and take me to my back and yes, you followed me down.

Your knee drove down onto my inner thigh which forced a noise from me half way between a groan and a screech, your other knee went to the floor to give you a solid base.

I'm now in the unenviable position of having the stronger and heavier girl pinning me down onto the floor, not good.

Just for added control you keep my arm pinned to your chest and your weight pressing down onto my collar bone.

"Never thought it'd be easy" i say with a groan, "Maybe you did?"

I weigh up my options, they don't look brilliant if i'm honest but then, am i in any danger of being beaten right at this moment in this position and i have to say no i'm not. The next move will be down to you as i'm not going to waste my energy writhing and struggling to free myself from a frankly impossible position....

[Sinthia B]

I hear the groan leave you as my knee settles into place and I tighten my hold. For a second I just breathe, steady and controlled, feeling the shift in momentum that came with that reversal.

You tried to take me down clean. I’ll give you that. The idea was there. The timing just wasn’t.

I lean forward slightly, keeping my weight balanced and centered, making sure you feel every pound of it without overcommitting myself.

“Easy?” I repeat with a small shake of my head. “Not a chance.”

My grip tightens around your arm, pinning it firmly against my chest while my other hand presses into the mat beside your shoulder for leverage. I’m not rushing this. A lot of matches are lost because someone gets greedy after a good reversal.

You’re right about one thing though — you’re not beaten yet.

But you’re also not going anywhere.

From up here I can feel the tension in your body, the calculation happening behind your eyes. You’re conserving energy, waiting for me to make the next move.

Smart.

I shift my knee slightly, adjusting the pressure on your thigh just enough to remind you I’m still in control. My other knee stays planted on the floor for a stable base.

“Round the track a time or two,” I say, echoing your words with a faint smirk. “Means you should know better than to give someone like me the top position.”

Slowly, deliberately, I begin to transition my weight, sliding my grip down your arm and starting to turn your shoulder toward the mat. Not forcing it yet — just testing your resistance, feeling where you’re strongest and where you’re vulnerable.

“You’re waiting,” I add calmly. “Hoping I make a mistake.”

I lean closer, lowering my center of gravity as the pressure increases.

“I don’t make many.”

Now the move comes — controlled, decisive — as I begin to drive the position forward and tighten the hold, determined to turn this advantage into something you can’t just wait out.

“Let’s see how long you can stay comfortable down there.”

[JJTheWrestler]

Lets go Sinthia!

[Erin Lee]

I'm not going to lie as that would be rather pointless seeing that everyone can see what's going on in the fight, i'm in trouble.

I'm on my back, a bigger girl laid out on top of me with her forearm across my throat/shoulder and her knee digging into the inside of my thigh.

She starts to up the discomfort, her knee grinds into my thigh muscle. I grit my teeth and try and work this out without getting too flustered.

She has a solid base, chances of bucking her off = nil.

I do have one free arm and one free leg. Now if it had been just two free legs i might have a chance to wrap them around her and try to squeeze some of the fight out of her, but i don't so i can't

I might have to get a lil dirty here.

Wincing in pain i make my move, i wrap my free arm around your head and look to drag your face down into my cleavage. My logic here was simple, i either press the heel of my hand under your chin to force your head up and back or i do what i just did. Your forearm across my shoulder is a hindrance but not enough to prevent the move.

I follow that up with bringing my free left leg into play, bending it and driving it up between your spread thighs aiming to nail you flush on your unprotected kitty. I did say i might have to play dirty...sorry not sorry.

[Sinthia B]

I can see exactly what you’re trying to do the moment your arm snakes around my head.

For a split second my balance shifts forward, your grip dragging me down toward you, and I realize the play instantly — pull me off my base, mess with my posture, maybe even steal a breath or two while you do it. Clever. Desperate, but clever.

But desperation cuts both ways.

I tuck my chin and widen my stance just as your leg starts to drive upward between mine. My weight drops heavier across your torso, forcing the air from your lungs as I brace one hand against the mat to keep from tipping forward. Your knee catches part of my inner thigh, enough to sting, enough to make me grunt, but not clean enough to land the way you wanted.

“Dirty, huh?” I mutter through clenched teeth.

Your arm is still around my head, but now that you’ve committed to it, you’ve given me something back.

I slide my trapped arm free from your control and thread it under your shoulder, turning slightly so my chest presses across yours at an angle. My hips shift, my knee that was digging into your thigh slides higher, pinning your leg against the mat so you can’t drive it again.

Then I bring my forearm back across your upper chest and throat, leaning my weight down deliberately.

“You’re not the only one who’s been around the track,” I say, breathing a little heavier now but still steady.

Your attempt bought you a moment, maybe two.

But now I’m settled again — heavier, tighter, and with your movement shrinking by the second. My base spreads wide across the mat as I grind my weight down and start isolating that arm you wrapped around my head.

“Nice try,” I murmur.

“And now it’s my turn to make things uncomfortable.”

"And for your attempt to knee my groin. Here's a few face slaps to remind you that we're supposed to be wrestling and not catfighting."

"Try something like that again, and I will KO you on the floor of your own apartment."

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[Erin Lee]

Every attempt at a move i make you are one step ahead of me.

I try to lock in a smother but you press your forearm across my throat making my move impossible, not only that you start to choke me.

I try and admittedly dirty move but you saw that one coming too and all i managed to do is brush my knee along the inside of your thigh.

I admit, i'm frustrated, i'm pinned under you and you are applying more and more downward pressure to my body.

My long held desire to wrestle you is now looking like a very bad idea. With my arm held, leg pinned and your forearm threatening to throttle me i appear to have no outs.

I'm no quitter but i know when i'm outmatched and i clearly am here.

"I give" i say somewhat shamefully, "I hoped to give you a bit of a match but it is what it is"

[Sinthia B]

I feel it the moment you say it.

“I give.”

For a second I just stay where I am, my weight still settled over you, forearm firm across your upper chest and throat, your arm trapped and your leg pinned beneath mine. My breathing is steady, controlled, but inside there’s a flicker of satisfaction. I’d felt you fighting for every inch, trying to slip something past me, trying to turn the tide.

You nearly did, once or twice.

I ease the pressure off your throat first, shifting my forearm away before sitting back slightly on your hips. My grip on your arm loosens, but I don’t release you immediately. Not yet. I want you to feel the position for one last second—the control, the inevitability of it.

“You did give me a match,” I say, my voice calm but edged with a little pride. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

I finally let your arm go and slide off to the side, planting a hand on the mat as I push up to my knees. Looking down at you, I shake my head slightly with a faint smile.

“You’re tough. Most people would’ve tapped a lot earlier than that.”

I extend a hand down toward you.

“But you’re right about one thing,” I add, a playful confidence slipping into my tone. “You were outmatched today.”

My grin widens just a little.

“And you knew it.”

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

*Hugz the stuffing out of Erin*

Then turns to Sinthia…

“Shoo Sinthia, Shoo! Me and Erin have long standing plans and they don’t involve you or that gaudy gold costume of yours. My god…Ew it’s so tacky!” I purr…as I hurry you to the door.

[Sinthia B]

With Kate entering the room and trying to shoo my to the door, I turn back to Erin who is just trying to lift herself up off of the carpet. I mount her back and grab her by her chin and her face. I pull back, really stretching her out, prolonging Erin's agony for another joyous moment. I turn to Kate and say. "You want her, Kate? She's all yours. You can have what's left. I think I've proven my point." I then let Erin drop to the carpet as I rise up off her in splendid victory. I grab my bag,  turn and smirk at them both as I leave the apartment.

[sherry]

Didn’t even have to break a sweat to beat her. 
FYI  Erin I do run 5k’s and I love the color of Orange unlike the color Yellow that you like.

[Serene Savagery]

Let me preface this with this is MY personal opinion on what this was.  And I am going to ask for honest, for adult responses.

Let me call for a show of hands—don't be afraid to answer honestly. Who among us can truly be candid, or are we content to simply follow the herd?

When you take the time to arrange a match and commit to participating in something that should be enjoyable for both parties, regardless of outcome, is this truly the kind of honest, fun contest people seek? Is it entertaining to have one fighter declare your moves ineffective while claiming they are perpetually one step ahead?

There were exactly six posts by each once the action began. If that constitutes back-and-forth fun, someone has clearly missed the mark on how to create a mutually rewarding experience.  Wins are not the be all, end all. Maybe I am so blessed to have logical friends that know it is all about the fun period. Win or lose, fun collaboration is all that matters. The lack of self awareness is somewhat alarming.

To the idiot(s) that will inevitably try to have a logical argument of one was clearly the better wrestler, that is not the point of this and re-read it, and answer the questions asked in blue. The question is about respectful collaboration and fun and being respectful of someone else's time and efforts. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Let the fun begin. I will not reply to a single response, there most likely won't be anything intelligent enough to warrant my time. If you reply to me on a personal message I am not partaking and will consider that a direct form of being bothered, I do not give any of you consent to message me personally.  I posted it here and not in anyone's PM's.  Do us both a favor to save you having to go cry to admin I lit you up verbally if you do. 

Guaranteed she does the same to Kathi in their poll.  Diane Prince in the flesh. 

Sincerely,
The stupid man in the room