"Heh. Thanks," she replied to Finella's dazed praise. Eleanor sat up, scratching casually at the back of her head. That pose, her tone of voice, the neutral smile on her face, all of it painted the picture that Russian Leg Sweeping a naked Austrian in front of a crowd was just another Wednesday for Eleanor Gray. In a way, it was, at least in her past life. Truth be told, she was surprised at how easily it all came back to her after 5 or so years away from the sport. Seemed like wrestling was like riding a bike.
And now it was time to kick that bike into the next gear. If Finella was as much of a fan of Eleanor's as she claimed to be, then this spot would end up feeling quite familiar. Time would tell whether the fact that it was getting used on her was a boon or a bane. She flipped Finella onto her belly then straddled her, planting her feet on either side of the girl for support. Then, she hooked her arm around the front of Finella's neck and pulled back, throwing her into a Dragon Sleeper Camel Clutch -- or, as she'd used it, the famed San Franciscan Necktie!
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