Ossi Shamar vs Amaya Shizuko

[arktriumph]

There was a brief moment of relief as Amaya's boot left her back and Ossi groaned, her gloved hands sliding weakly against the canvas. She gritted her teeth in frustration and embarrassment. "I'll make you pay for thi-"

Before she could finish her bluster, Ossi was cut off as Amaya sat down on her back. Her arms were tossed over Amaya's knees behind her and a moment later she felt Amaya's hands clasp beneath her chin. Her eyes widened as she realised what was coming.

"No, no-AGGGGHHH!" she screeched in pain as her sadistic opponent locked in the dreaded camel clutch, sending pain flying through Ossi's body. Her arms flailed and her legs kicked feebly as she was trapped in the hold, helpless to escape as Amaya totally dominated and humiliated the Syrian heiress. Soon her struggles stopped and she went limp, moaning in pain as the hold continued.

[godjacob]

"Such weak struggles....seems the fighting spirit is already drained. Pathetic display! You should surrender now and simply save yourself further shame."" Amaya "advised" with a cold if not judgmental tone as she racked up the pressure on the camel clutch to pull tight on Ossi's chin as Amaya appeared relentless.

Regardless of Ossi going limp, Amaya's goal was to keep the hold strong till she wore Ossi down or even made her submit.

[arktriumph]

Ossi blushed crimson with humiliation as Amaya mocked her feeble struggles. The haughty Syrian was being completely dominated in the ring and she seemed powerless in the clutches of her opponent.

"Nnnnghh..." she moaned. "No... can't submit... you'll pay for... this...nnnnhh." She wriggled her body in desperation as the pain increased, Amaya pulling the hold harder and harder. Ossi's stubbornness kept her from verbally submitting, but soon her vision started to blur and her legs kicked weakly. Her eyes rolled back as the pain threatened to send her crashing into unconsciousness before much longer.

[godjacob]

Amaya shook her head, the girl's resolve was commendable but her strength was lacking and her efforts to protest her words amounted to flailed struggles. And even then her spirit seemed to give up as her eyes rolled and she began to fall limp as it appeared destined that she would fall unconcious any second now and Amaya had an assured victory.

But no, Amaya decided she had a point to prove with this, and as such broke the camel clutch to let Ossi in theory flop to the ground. Amaya would stand over Ossi's head as she glanced down with an intense look...something her large eyebrows always seemed to assure.

"I will pay for this? Such words only have meaning if you have the strength to back them up. So tell you what, why don't you first work to stand and face me if you want to even consider making me pay..."" Amaya said, as she would place her boost against Amaya's head and hold it in place as she seemed to give the Syrian a little challenge during their match as if to rub her dominance in her face; folding her arms over her chest as she waited for Ossi to act.

[arktriumph]

Ossi let out a gasp of relief as suddenly the painful camel clutch was broken and she was left to fall limply to the mat face down, her body aching and her vision blurred. Slowly she began to get her focus back, groaning weakly, knowing how close she had just come to losing the match. She was furious with Amaya for humiliating her like this, totally dominating the Syrian heiress effortlessly.

Then she heard Amaya's taunting words, challenging her to stand, further mocking Ossi who was incensed at being treated in such away. Then her humiliation was increased even further as Amaya's boot was placed on her head, holding her in place!

"You dare...?!" Ossi gasped indignantly, squirming beneath the heel of her opponent. Still weak and aching from the camel clutch, she didn't have much strength left in her, but she tried to reach behind her head and shove Amaya's boot off her head. If she managed to dislodge her opponent she would try and crawl to the corner, hoping to use the ropes and pick herself up to face her tormentor.

[godjacob]

Amaya would shake her head as Ossi tried to remove her boot from her head while she made another defiant curse about this; but both her words and strength seemed to lack to push her off for the moment as she struggled to get the boot off her head. Amaya held firm, but eventually moved the boot away which if Ossi saw that might make her think she moved her off as she backed up a couple steps.

Amaya would allow Ossi the chance to stand, as she was sure of herself by this point she figured giving Ossi this handicap would be the least she could do to make this interesting.

[arktriumph]

Ossi at last felt the boot removed from the back of her head after she continued pushing at it, unaware that Amaya had simply let her get free. In her ignorance, Ossi felt a small spark of confidence as she looked back to see her opponent stepping away, giving her a chance to get up. It was insulting, but Ossi would make her regret it!

Gritting her teeth, Ossi struggled unsteadily to her feet and face Amaya.

"This isn't over," she blustered. "You'll see what happens to those who disrespect me!" She took up her wrestling stance, knees slightly bent as she advanced on Amaya, hands outstretched as she attempted to grapple with her opponent once more.

[godjacob]

Amaya internally rolled her eyes but decided the best way to go about this match now that was sure she could break her body was to toy with the spirit as well as she bent her knees slightly and moved in a grapple position as she advanced to meet Ossi for a grapple.

However, while it appeared from the outside she was focused and giving it her best, in truth she was sandbagging to a degree as she wanted to give her a chance to build up some confidence on false ground as it would make it more effective when she shattered that flimsy base.

[arktriumph]

Ossi saw Amaya roll her eyes and a flush of indignant anger flashed through her. This woman wasn't even taking her seriously! Her pride was sorely wounded already given the humiliating display she had put on so far - she needed to make her mark on this match and take her sadistic opponent down a peg!

She locked the grappled with Amaya, gritting her teeth in desperation. "You ... will ... show me ... respect!" she demanded unconvincingly, and attempted to pull her adversary forward with an arm drag.

[godjacob]

And...it worked! Much to the shock of everyone watching to this point it appeared that Ossi had mustered just enough power to tip and toss Amaya over for the arm drag as she was forced over and onto the canvas with what seemed a convincing toss.

Course, inwardly, Amaya had no worries. This little display was merely an aim to try to get her opponent's hopes up and maybe build on that undeserved ego she had or perhaps simply make the match interesting. Regardless, Amaya seemed "downed" for the moment as she tried to get back up it seemed.