Cruz Open Challenge (For Misfit_Alien)

[Parker]

Isabella clung to Kaeo’s back like she’d been born there, legs cinched snug around her waist, calves pressing tight just above the hips as her biceps locked in deep around the fighter’s throat. The choke wasn’t just technical, it was personal, pressed close enough that Kaeo could feel Izzy’s breath against her ear, the little huffs of exertion mixing with that infuriatingly playful tone she never dropped.

“Ay, ay, ay… so you do want me all to yourself then?” Izzy teased, her voice warm and low as her grip ratcheted in tighter, forearm sliding snug beneath Kaeo’s chin as she turned the other woman’s explanation against herself. “I am fun to talk to.” She admitted easily, pursing her lips to blow a teasing exhale into the other woman's ear while she had her wrapped up. Her thighs flexed, squeezing for extra leverage, chest pressed to Kaeo’s back as her weight shifted to counter each wobble the Thai woman made.

“Put on a show?” she cooed, even as Kaeo’s breath came shorter. “A goodnight kiss before I put you to sleep then..” True enough to her works, she hunched in with a crank of her choke, craning her neck to plant a small peck of a kiss on Kaeo’s cheek.

But then Kaeo surged backward, hard.

The crash into the turnbuckles knocked a sharp gasp out of Izzy, her spine slamming the pads with a jolt that rattled her bones. Her legs sprang open from around Kaeo’s waist, the body-scissor pried loose by brute impact, and her arms slipped for an instant, nearly losing the choke entirely.

Nearly.

Izzy hissed through her teeth, fingers scrambling but never letting go. She clung on like a stubborn cat refusing to be shaken off the bedsheets.

“Oh no you don’t-nngh. ¡No tan fácil!”

Her feet found the bottom rope, planting hard. Then the second rope, giving her body height and leverage she hadn’t had on the mat. Still behind Kaeo, Izzy stayed latched on, her torso stretched out long over the Thai fighter’s back, gravity pulling her down into a deeper bend, forcing Kaeo to hunch whether she wanted to or not.

With every inch she climbed, the choke tightened, arms cinching in, chest pressing down on the back of Kaeo’s neck, her weight now hanging off the hold instead of just squeezing it.

“Mmm, there it is,” she murmured, voice tight but smug as the submission locked in deeper than before. “All that talk about wanting me to yourself… and now look. You can’t even get me off.”

Her lips brushed close to Kaeo’s ear, her breath warm even as her grip cut Kaeo’s off.

“Careful, bonita… you keep holding me like this, and people are gonna think you’re obsessed.”

[Misfit_Alien]

All of Izzy's movements were working simultaneously to wear Kaeo down. It wasn't just the choking, either, as every word she spoke and every breath she breathed managed to get beneath the Thai woman's skin. Kaeo wished she had spent more time with Kalianne, a 'coworker' of hers, in order to overcome situations like these. It's not that she was inexperienced, but the right person, with the right amount of attitude and touch, in the perfect place, could apply more than enough pressure to make the typically ice-cold, touch-starved prizefighter melt. Fortunately for Isabella, she checked every box in that category.

Kaeo hated to admit it, but she was starting to struggle, far more than she cared to admit. Even after the initial slam, Izzy's grip wasn't budging. Any opening Kaeo chased after was immediately closed off as the Mexican woman continued to wear her down, bit by bit. And what's worse, Izzy wouldn't stop talking, all while Kaeo struggled to belt out a single syllable.

She tried to scramble with the hold as best as she could, her body moving in a myriad of ways to try and alleviate pressure on her airway, while her hands and fingers tried to pry Izzy's apart, to no avail. Despite the grip she managed to establish, Kaeo couldn't quite get the Mexican woman to let go. She even tried to move away from the corner and slam Izzy back into it. However, the Mexican woman was a step ahead of her, latching on tighter and using her weight to make every bit of movement costlier to Kaeo's dwindling stamina.

With no viable method of escape, Kaeo felt like she would soon have to swallow a bitter pill as she could feel her legs beginning to give out. Still, she wasn't resigned to her fate just yet, deciding to get a little loose with a last-ditch effort, pouring everything she had left into getting free. She tried to reach an arm up, throwing her fists upward to try and smack Izzy in the head, aiming roughly for where she thought her eye and temple might be. Given how close Izzy was to her ear with all that whispering, Kaeo had an idea of where to strike. But therein lies the problem...

The Thai woman was trying to hit the nail on the head, while she couldn't quite see it, all before she ran out of time.

Regardless, she swung all the same, however many times she could before she began to slow down. There were no rounds, and submissions didn't count, but getting choked out would only mean that Kaeo was an easier target for Izzy to knock out in the long term, or at the very least, it'd make it difficult for Kaeo to beat the count. It came down to a desperate, last chance at survival as Kaeo swung her fist upward, hoping to hit Izzy enough times to loosen her up so that she could throw her off.