[TanyaUKwrestles]

everything's suddenly moving fast fast fast....your legs grip my left thigh hard..squeezing it between your thighs, making me wince...ohh...then

UUHHHnnnGGG!! air gets expelled from my lungs as you thump down on my upper body and I get pushed onto my back...its like a steel radiator falling on me....I buck and twist, and thrust my hips up high, fall back down, bridge, roll back onto my head, the muscles in my neck and shoulders taking the brunt of the effort...'Come on Tanya, fight her!' Barbara yells. my hands are gripping your forearms as your hands grip mine in return...my coach has trained me so often in these counter attacks its almost instinctive...after the bucking and twisting and attempts to unbalance you...all your effort, your taut taut arms and legs and body are focused in containing my struggles, in riding them with me, as you know that to break any part of your grip, and your advantage can slip, turn and reverse in the bat of an eye...I roll back flat out of my bridge, lower my hips flat on the mat then THRUST them up, slamming my free foot down on the mat to help with the effort, so you almost bounce on top of me....now's my chance!...I release my right hand grip on your arm, twist it violently to escape your grip, bend my arm and slam my forearm and elbow towards your throat...thrusting it deep into your neck....the effort's intense..my face is twisted in effort and anger....'get the fuck off me, bitch' I hiss in a low rasping voice..'or I'll fucking rip your throat'...yt

[Brandy Fit]

Impressed with how aggressive Sara is fighting and it is paying off for her. She has  Tanya is in serious  trouble.  Careful Sara the more desperate she becomes the more dangerous.  Put her away!

[punkman69]

gotta go with the athlete

[Jessie Fights]

Although she looks to have all she can handle at the moment giving my support to my fellow UK girl Tanya. Do what you need to do to win Tanya. Time to play rough with the American.

[Scottyb]

Damn! Sara is wearing her down. Damn nice work Sara. 

[Athletesara]

Bare abs flexed to yours as we struggle, arms locked with, wrestling your arms as I force you over to your back.  Smirking, eyes locked as I roll you, hearing my friends screaming me on as I work to get some control on you.  You arch, straining to buck me off, I press my weight to yours, working to try and keep you down as we struggle.  When you arch a second time, throwing your arm into my throat I gag, eyes wide as I face you. 

I pop my legs free of your legs free of your left leg, my feet griping the mat as I straddle your left leg, my hips and bare abs pressed to yours as we struggle.  I slam my left hand under your chin, fingers gripping your neck as I lean my weight into your neck.  "I'll rip your fucking throat out you cheating bitch" I hiss at you as I squeeze your neck hard with my hand, pressing my body weight into your neck.  The ref is there, pulling at our arms, yelling for us to break as I try to crush your neck.   YT

[Brandiprowstls]

Come on, Sara!   You've got her number hon!

[TanyaUKwrestles]

The calls from the onlookers are loud and coming more quickly now as they get involved in the intensity of the fight...there's some calls of support for me but there's a quite a few more for Sara as they think she's getting the upperhand...even with my mind on other things, I'll keep those bitches voices in my head and deal with them later...

The ref's hand on my bicep can't shift me...there's no way I am going to break whilst you are gripping my neck...its up to me to find a way to force you off...my free hand grips your wrist to try and ease the pressure...my eyes widen with the choke...I push my forearm harder into your throat....there's almost an impasse....but when you release your scissor grip on my left leg and straddle it instead....freeing my leg...that's a mistake...I release my hand from your wrist and grip your left ear...twisting it violently, as if I am trying to rip it from your head...again not very technical, but not illegal either, but effective...as you struggle with that, I heave my hips up, you are still straddling my left leg, your crotch pressed against my thigh...I straighten my leg and flatten it against the mats, then pump up hard and raise it fast, thwacking my thigh between your legs against your crotch...

'you're time is coming Sara, you nasty bit of work' I gasp, struggling to speak...

[britneybeatsya]

This is a really intense fight.  The ref is not going to be able to keep it cordial its getting rougher and meaner by the minute. Sara seems to have the upperhand for now but Tanya has a nasty streak and that is tough to overcome. I am still undecided.

[Athletesara]

This was always going to be a hard, brutal battle. Must too much history, too much bad blood.  The ref is pulling at us, telling us to break, but I keep leaning in, unwilling to break my cloak hold before you pull yours back.  I brace with my legs, putting as much weight as I can into my left arm, pressing my hand into your neck as hard as I can, growling at you, a deep primal growl.

You wrk to break my hold, the switch up, gripping my ear and wrenching it hard.  I scream in rage, pain as you wrench my ear.  My left hand gripping your neck, my abs flexed to yours as I balance on your abs and with a scream of rage I slam my right fist down across your jaw.  I pull back to hit you again as you slam into me with your knee and the ref grabs my right, pulling, jerking me off of you.

The ref pulls me away from you and I hit, twisting back up and coming for you with an incoherent scream of rage.  Mary jumps in to pull me back as I try to get past the ref at you.  All the while you are surging for me and our friends pour onto the mat. Smoke pulling us back, some shoving attach other, and for a bit it is pandemonium.  When the ref gets the mat cleared she sends us apart and comes to talk to us separately, making it clear that anything else like this will get one or both of us disqualified.  I glare at you, and you at me, but with a few minutes of talk from the ref, our friends,  nod my agreement to continue fair.  I'll just have to save the beating you to a pulp for later! 

Crouched, arms up and legs braced as I move back to the center, eyes locked on you.  YT.

[TanyaUKwrestles]

I massage my throat which clearly shows red finger marks where Sara had gripped me, and move my jaw around. Sara rubs her ear, which looks a little swollen, and moves her leg in an 'open the gate' stretching exercise.

The ref - who is a senior crossfit/kickbox trainer at the gym - grabs the back of my neck and hauls me close into her. She reads me the riot act. “Right now I’ve a good mind to disqualify you and fine you with a year’s ban from both gyms. This is the final match of the Inter-Gym Women’s Wrestling Tournament, and it’s supposed to be the showpiece of the best talent on offer. What we have is some brawl that belongs outside a bar or pub on a Saturday night.” She grips my neck harder and shakes it…’OW’ I snarl.

‘What I’ve seen from you is a disgrace. Low blows, attempted illegal chokes, and foot stomps. Whatever happens with this match I’m reporting you to the IGWWT Board anyhow. They may well suspend you.’ I glance at her quickly, then look down at the floor like a naughty girl might...I look up at her as she moves away...the back of the ref's sleeveless black and white striped top shows off her broad shoulders, well toned...

Then she strides over to Sara and says some sharp words to her which I only catch the odd phrase. ‘punch....threat like that.....disqualify...no more warnings'

'Now both of you’...we're finally back, facing each other, glaring...’BOTH of you'...The ref is talking firmly...…'Get back to wrestling, and show us you know the difference between a hammer lock from a hammer blow. If you brawl again, that’s it, match over.’

She stands back…we both roll our heads, rubbing our necks….the ref snaps:  “Shake, break, and then wrestle!”

Very reluctantly I offer my hand...we shake the shortest ever handshake in the world...I heed the ref's warnings...it didn't sound like there'd be any second chances...you seem very braced, very ready to lock up....I take a different tack...I dance back, forward, hands half clenched, raised...back again, in again close, short steps...more like a boxer...keep moving...I make to grab your left wrist with my right hand but switch at the last second and grab your right wrist with my left hand, turn it outwards, turn my shoulder in towards your chest, look to weave my right hand under your arm and grip my own left wrist and try to gain a wristlock/armbar combo...yt

[Wrestlerjunkee]

Nice fighting ladies!  Come on Tanya!

[Athletesara]

The ref reads us the riot act, and it seems to sink in, well for me it does, but then my out side the rules moves have been in response to your actions.  One day I am going to catch you outside a pub and you can TRY that shit again, but for the moment, we seem to be willing to behave. 

We circle, eyes locked, stalking the other.  I am braced, working to keep balanced over my thighs as I circle you.  You move faster, hands slapping, slipping in and out, looking for a hold.  When you reach cross body and grip my right wrist with your left, then lock the hold up with your right I press in closer to you.  My right arm flexing in your grip.  I reach in and grip your right wrist with my left hand. 

I press in close, almost chest to chest, eyes locked with yours as you wrap up my right arm with yours.  My left arm gripping your right wrist, muscles in my arms, my shoulders flexing as I power hard with both arms, trying to reverse your hold as we circle in close, my arms locked with and locked up with your arms.  The crowd settling down and back to cheering us as we struggle in close, intense, my arms vs yours as we strain for control.   YT

[TanyaUKwrestles]

just listen to yourself for once *mimics AthleteSara's drawl* "but then my outside-the-rules moves have been in response to your actions"  - you're such a twisted puke-making prig.

I get a good grip on your left wrist, but you stand up to me and counter well, holding my right wrist equally firmly. Two close, intense, hard-bodied women face to face, arms linked, biceps, abs, thighs even, taut and pumped. I always think of myself as the stronger of the two and again you surprise me by the strength you show in return. Its a kinda holding strength tho. I don't think you can overpower me in a straight muscle vs muscle test and for a few seconds I wonder if I should just maintain this position, this hold, and wait for you to slowly wilt.

"Awesome" says someone round the mats as they watch us hold firm against each other. After the brutal opening minutes, the trouble in breaking us apart and the ensuing melee, the atmosphere is quieter but the tension still high. I for one am glad to be adding some technique and using my power more now....I take in a breath, steady myself in mind and body and decide not just to hold but to push more power your way....I prepare my core, then my legs...and then my arms....just quietly, steadily getting ready...then grit my teeth and suddenly add more power to my hold, bicep peaks, my boxing gloves tattoo seems to jerk alive, my mouth and jaw firms up....I drill my eyes into yours....I use my coach's mind techniques to keep the pressure on hard...my body is strong, I will not bend but I will bend you...hhhuuuuuuurrrhhhhhhh......

[let em fight]

The ref seperating them was in favor of Tanya as Sara had the bitch right where she wanted.  Come on Sara you were in control now do it again! Over power her again!  Get her!!!