Silencing A Virus: Mary Clairson vs Spectre — Standard Match

[Monsy]

Shitshit-.

Her ankle was caught before she could mount and get off her hands. The pull made her back smack the mat. She weighed almost nothing, so slid with ease. By that time, she raised onto her elbows and had the face of someone about to snarl, curse or spit. But she kept quiet, pulled up her knee and went to thrust for Mary's far leg. It missed. "shit." With Mary stepping over, folding her leg over the top tendons of her knee, dropping down and sending a sear right into her joints.

"HNNNGH." Her back arched. She grabbed fistfuls of her own hair and had her cranium digging into the mat. Her teeth gnashed. The referee came by to inspect, asking for submission. But she spat directly into their face, silencing all questions. The virus's face continued to warp and flinch. Sweat formed on her brow, and her throat was hurting from all the contained growling.

But she didn't quit.

[Epicsnivy]

Mary had the clear advantage right now as the audience inside the Tokyo Dome cheered her on as she locked on and kept Spectre in the Figure Four Leglock.

“Sorry, Miss Spectre, but if you need to get out of this submission hold, just give up. I don’t want to have you in this any longer then I need to.” Mary told Spectre, as she hopes her words would get through.

This was all before she tightened the hold on Spectre, doing whatever she could to force Spectre into submission.

[Monsy]

“Oohh, why so ssss—PINNEELESS?!”

Spectre mocked with a momentary strained laugh to hide the suffering, grabbing her own face afterwards, groaning, then peeking between the finger gaps to muster a galloon of spite. The submission hold had levels. A figure four lasting only five seconds was far less severe than one that went on for ten. And fifteen. Eventually, it would be something to leave your knees sore, tired and all the muscles over-exhausted, forcing a limp onto you. But she also couldn’t stop thinking about the fucking customer service apology. Just who says that? And what was the misses crap??

“Take your pity—” Spectre, with laboured breathing, grabbed the extended leg with her full arm wrapping around it. The angle had her laying on her side, trying to find the right spot to suffocate that achilles tendon. “And shove it!” She threw herself the other way, hoping to offset Mary’s balance and reverse the figure four by flipping them facedown. Which she hoped, in her head, to also get a scream or two from the achilles lock she was trying to squeeze.

[Epicsnivy]

Mary had the figure four leglock on tight, with seemingly no way for Spectre to escape right now, it looked as though Mary would be stepping closer and closer to victory at We are LAW 7, and tremendous PPV debut for the Bluenette.

Sadly it looked as though Spectre had other plans as she managed to grab Mary’s leg and flipped Mary around. “WOAH!” Mary yelped as she was turned around before being locked in an achilles lock.

“AAAAAGH!” Mary loudly screamed as she was now the one locked in submission, and now had to find a way to escape.

Knowing her way around the ring, Mary attempted to crawl towards the ropes, looking to grab them and force a break.

[Monsy]

Although she was suffocating this tendon, she had to make a bet. Could Mary reach the ropes before tapping out? An Achilles Lock was serious business and could do a lot of damage swiftly. And although this wasn't the ideal position, it was the one they landed in. Her weight wasn't holding down Mary much better than her legs. She was going for ropes, regardless of whether she thinks this through or not.

Then it clicked.

Her legs weren't as actively locked. She used her control of Mary's extended leg to allow her bent leg to unfurl from the original figure-four, allowing her knees to breathe and ache so wonderfully like a sore stretch--albeit wince-worthy. Now with Spectre merely laying the opposite way, holding onto a leg, she'd sit up, curl Mary's leg like a scorpion around her nape, putting the first piece of a stretch muffler together. She tried to shift so her hips could hover over Mary's lumbar, pulling the leg and getting some weight on the Quiet Beast--.

But even then-- mother of all things rancid, she was still being pulled. So then when Mary went to reach for those ropes, Spectre in her adjusted position snatched that wrist with her free hand, attempting to bend it behind their back. Then in a third maneuver, she'd lay behind them with her feet reaching over Mary's head, clamping on both cheeks with her supple thighs and locking the ankles for a completed

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[Epicsnivy]

Mary reached and reached for the ropes hoping for the ropes to become her eventual savior, she knew that they were the only thing that could get her out fo this hell of a situation and save her PPV debut.

Just as her fingers were about to touch the ropes, Spectre pulled her back and all of a sudden Mary was locked in Spectre’s Segmentation Fault.

“AAAAAAH!” Mary screamed in agony. Spectre’s feet on her head, her legs being stretched out, and everything in pain.

Mary was going to struggle and shake Spectre off, because with the way this hold looks, she is not moving anywhere.

[Monsy]

Ohh, Mary had KICK

Her hold was kept together by three things. First being her legs, the easiest to supply and maintain, as Spectre could just squeeze using her crossed ankles. Her forearm across Mary's foot was much more precarious. Luckily, with the grip on Mary's arm, tugs, struggles and kicks pulled on Mary's arm against her socket the harder she tried to brute-force. And while Spectre's arm would burn with piling strain, her grip remained — making this, ironically, a battle of pain tolerance.

"To think — One of LAW's best submission players is such a screaming... Squirming..." When she felt a little more comfortable and sure she can hold her grip for a bit longer, her other hand with sharp purple nails made a claw and rose between Mary's split legs and reaching to her stomach. "Little, helpless, beast." Then she put her claw into Mary's belly, digging in with all her fresh might to tear seams, make bruises if she can.

But most of all: get more screams.

[Epicsnivy]

Mary’s body was screaming in pain and so was her mouth, the submission Spectre put her in and locked her in tight. Mary was just running through her mind ways she could get out of the hold or should she tap out.

Then she felt Spectre’s nails in her stomach, her screaming increasing to even higher volumes as she felt the sharp nails of her masked opponent deepen into her skin.

Luckily through all the pain, Mary may had found a way to get out of the submission hold by attempted to leverage herself, rolling over so she could attempt to push Spectre’s shoulders onto the mat, and force a pinfall attempt.

This was the only way she could think of trying to get out of the submission hold.

[Monsy]

When Mary shrieked, Spectre bellowed with a laugh. Guttural, pure, and from a place of intense enjoyment. Her face warmed until a blush presented itself and the Virus bit her lip, kept cackling inside her mouth, then zoned in on her nails. She stared at the material on Mary's tummy, wished it gone, so started to angle her nails for a good ol' RIP AND TEAR. But before the party could commence and Spectre could salivate over the prospect of bruising, Mary rolled into Spectre's frame, squashing her into the mat. "Hnngh!-" Then she wheezed. "Ccccrafty..."

"ONE!" Went the referee's hand.

My... FUN... wait-IMSTUCK...

Spectre released Mary's limbs and began to flail. She clawed, scraped the canvas with her boot, attempted to reach for ropes but Mary's weight sat on-top of her like a giant boulder. Her breathing hastened. Heart-beat definitely spiked.

"TWO!"

And for a moment, she broke a sweat. Deep fast breaths were taken in a flurry of thought. How fucking stupid it would be to let this win. The prospect that this got anything but ONE was making a vein bulge on her neck. "OFF!" But with the use of her boot planted on the mat, she pushed down as hard as she could and thrust her arm into the air, exerting to hopefully pop her shoulder off the mat for a solid 2.5. Two counts too many.

[Epicsnivy]

Somehow despite the tangled mess she was in from Spectre, Mary managed to successfully pin Spectre as the referee counted, Mary gritted her teeth as she attempted to hold down Spectre down despite the pain she was in.

Spectre kicked out however as Mary was freed from her grip, and Mary collapsed, taking a deep breath.

Mary just laid on her stomach as she took a few breaths, trying to recover from all the pain she was in.