Submission Supremacy! Finlay Zeffer(D) vs Izzia Oskevic

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After landing his knee strike to her chest Finlay was starting to have second thoughts about his polish opponet. ‘Hm maybe I overestimated her.’ He thought internally as he bent down grabbing an ankle each. He would then go to turn her over onto her stomach sitting back on top of her for a boston crab hold. “Come on show me what ya got!” He barked to the girl in an attempt to push her.

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Izzia flailed for a moment as she felt Finlay take hold of her ankles, but before she could attempt any kind of counter she found her slight frame flipped effortlessly onto her front, hands scrabbling at the canvas as she tried to escape.

No such luck. A moment later Finlay bent his knees and pulled her ankles up, bending the Polish Princess into a painful Boston Crab position!

"AIGGH!" Izzia yowled, screwing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth against the pain. She wriggled and twisted, trying to pull herself forward out of Finlay's grasp, but for the moment she was stuck fast in his powerful grip!

[Bare]

Finlay smirked as he say back against the polish princess. “What’ll you do now huh blue?” He asked using a nickname derived from her blue hair color as he pulled back increasing the pain of the hold. He knew this would likely not put the polish princess away but it would certainly chip away at her stamina, especially if that scream was anything to go off of. That and admittedly the blonde liked hearing the afore mentioned scream from the beautiful lightweight.

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Izzia was trapped, and she knew it. All the struggling and pulling in the world didn't seem like it would extract her from Finlay's powerful grip. Instead of trying to escape, then, she opted for a slightly different approach.

"Oh, you'll find out," she hissed through gritted teeth. Planting her hands on the canvas she lifted her torso up and pushed, curling her body up so she would swing back beneath Finlay's legs and land on her back looking up at him with him still clutching her legs. From that position she would attempt to push up, clamping her thighs around his waist and locking in a rather unorthodox looking body-scissor!

[Bare]

As Fin pulled back harder on the hold he starter to think contrary to his earlier thoughts he may be able to get the win here. However unexpectedly his opponet managed to slip between his legs. Blinking in shock as he saw his opponets attractive face staring his down Finlay wasn’t able to do anything as she tightened her grip locking in a body scissors! “Gah!” He gasped out from the sudden disapperance of breath from his chest as he stumbled forward onto his hands with a groan.

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Izzia let out a long breath of relief as she executed the maneuver, turning the tables on the tall male wrestler with her shapely thighs locked around his waist. Looking up she could see the surprise and pain on his face, the attractive New Zealander clearly caught by surprise.

"Now what will you do?" she hissed, squeezing for all she was worth, trying to push the wind out of her adversary.

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Finlay gasped as air was steadily driven from his chest chest by Izzia’s admittedly powerful thighs causing him to wince in pain as he pried at her thighs. However his desire to escape was only furthered by Izzia’s taunt, especially given it was the same he had used on her earlier. Gripping her thighs tightly he would attempt to get his feet under him, and if successful he would try to stand up lifting her body up with him before trying to throw himself forward to try and crash Izzia’s body down on the mat underneath him

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Izzia tried her best to hold Finlay in place with her thighs, but the big New Zealander was too strong for her to keep him trapped. She wriggled and writhed as he fought for position, getting his feet into place.

Only too late did she realize his plan. A yelp of panic escaped her lips as FInlay lifted her off the ground as he stood up, before throwing her straight back down into the canvas and bringing his heavy frame down on top of her.

"AIIGHH!" she yowled as she was sandwiched between he body and the mats. Her legs opened and she was splayed out flat, groaning in pain from the stunning attack, totally helpless for the moment.

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Finlay coughed and gasped on top of Izzia regaining his breath, unknowingly pressing his body against his opponets smaller one as he recovered. Pushing himself up he looked down at Izzia and took notice of her vulnerable position. Pushing himself to his feet Finalay would grab her ankle and wrist dragging her towards a corner. Once done he would send a quick but brutal shop to her chest just in case as he would turn around and began climbing up a corner in preperation for one of his finishing moves the Silver Contrails.

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Winded and sore from the punishing impact, Izzia wasn't in a position to resist as Finlay took a hold of her arm and ankle and dragged the rookie wrestler unceremoniously across the ring. She wriggled weakly in his grip, but once they reached the corner he released her, only to lay a stinging smack to her chest!

"AUGHH!" Izzia squealed as Finlay's chop rocked her pert breasts. Squirming in pain, the Polish Princess grabbed at her aching bust, massaging them against the pain and oblivious to the big New Zealander's climb of the turnbuckle...