The Prima Donna's Diary - Chapter 15: A Canadian Cold Front (vs Parker Ward)

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami was struggling against Parker already, the petite brunette unable to really match the grappling ability of her adversary, especially not from this position when Parker had such a tight hold over her...paired with the pesky Canadian being so damn distracting with her comments, their playful banter as hypnotizing to the Prima Donna as it was enjoyable. "H-Hey now! R-Rules are made to be brok-AAHN." Ami said, squeaking toward the end as Parker's little squeeze caught her off guard, flustering the petite lightweight so badly that she kept her mouth shut out of embarrassment. This momentary distraction, on top of the Canadian's tight hold over the squirming Prima Donna's body, was more than enough to allow Parker the opportunity to get into position, maneuvering on the ground with such grace, amazing the audience as she was setting a good first impression for herself as a skilled technical wrestler, managing to make every step look practically effortless.

Meanwhile, Ami was getting caught in a whirlwind of emotions as Parker's body shifted against her backside, with every breath that her opponent took causing goosebumps to form on her skin as she felt each exhale. When Parker's cheek brushed against her shoulder, her breathing hitched for a moment, and as the Canadian spoke to her, Ami braced for impact, kicking her feet in resistance only to be tossed backward and SLAMMED into the canvas once again, this time with twice the force as Parker set up and executed a beautiful German Suplex that captivated the audience, who roared with delighted applause!!!

Ami groaned, her upper back flaring up in pain as she felt her body twitch, a low moan escaping her lips as her legs folded over her top half, her skirt flipping over as well, leaving her pristine and soft white peach in clear view while Parker cinched in the pin with a tight bridging motion, trying to steal the win early after delivering such a devastating move.


"1...!!!"

"2...!!!"


Ami sprung her legs out, kicking free from Parker's grasp JUST enough to shift her shoulders off the canvas, flopping onto her belly with a gasp. She rested on the canvas for a moment, face red as a tomato as she panted softly, clearly overwhelmed by everything that just happened. "W-wow...okay, yeah, wow-..." She muttered, trying to push herself up to her feet.

[Parker]

Parker’s whole body arched like a bow as she bridged for the pin, her back curving tight, muscles straining to hold her own weight and Ami’s squirming form stacked beneath her. Every fiber in her thighs burned as she squeezed down across the Prima Donna’s waist, her arms locked tight around Ami’s middle, refusing to let go. The crowd roared in unison with the ref’s hand hitting the canvas, the count rattling in Parker’s ears as sweat slid down her temple.

“C’mon… stay down…” she murmured softly, the strain in her neck and shoulders making her face flush almost as much as her opponent’s. Holding this position was no easy feat, even for only a few seconds.

“ONE!”

“...TWO!”

But just as the third slap was about to fall, Ami’s body jolted with a sudden burst of energy, her legs kicking out and her shoulders rolling free. The bridge collapsed in an instant. Parker’s grip slipped, and she spilled sideways onto the mat with a rough grunt, her chest rising and falling as she lay there for a moment, and caught her breath. The near-fall had been so close, just a heartbeat away.

Rolling onto her knees, she glanced at Ami’s writhing form, and a crooked grin tugged at her lips. “Alright, so we’re still in this.” She stepped up from her knee to rise, walking with a bit of hustle as she was already back down to business. Ami was too fast and wily to let her have a chance to recover or build momentum. Parker needed to keep her grounded and grind her down.

Reaching out, she seized Ami by the shoulder and the nape of her neck, dragging the smaller woman upright. Ami’s body was still trembling, legs wobbling beneath her, but the brunette didn’t bring them fully upright. Without warning, when they had only halfway reached their goal, she spun on her heel, yanking hard to attempt to fling Ami clean over her shoulder with a snapmare.

If Ami’s body hit the mat, it would be a hard landing on her butt, Parker wanted her seated for what came next. The rookie wanted to slide in behind her before she slumped to tried to scurry off, and snake an arm around he neck to pull her close into a sleeper hold. Her bicep flexed against the smaller woman’s cheek as she tried to lock in the submission, her other hand bracing the hold, pulling tight.

“Shhh…” Parker whispered in her ear, voice low, teasing, the words meant for Ami as much as the crowd. “There’s a reason Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is a lullaby. It's for putting good girls to sleep.”

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami broke free of the pinfall, but Parker was still energized and motivated, not wanting to waste a single second in her debut as she moved from spot to spot, quickly readjusting herself before Ami could even start to catch her breath, suddenly descending upon the pretty pink petite woman with a Snapmare that saw her land on her tush, eliciting a brief wince from the woman before Parker coiled around her in a tight Sleeper hold, causing Ami's eyes to widen with surprise. However, the real shock came from Parker's words, more so than her actions...

"Ahn-...I-..." Ami panted, sweat rolling down her neck. Her breath hitched as Parker's words elicited another moan under her breathy gasp. She started to scramble, unable to react properly as her face burned a bright red. From the sensation of her arms wrapping around her to the wordplay ringing in her ears, the petite Prima Donna found herself getting overwhelmed by the Canadian woman, who kept her Japanese-American foe at bay with some tight grappling on the ground.

Ami could feel the tightness around her neck, the pressure mounting bit by bit, with Parker's warm and relaxed breath softly brushing against her earlobe. It was a wonderful position to be stuck in...a cute gal like Parker softly choking her out and teasing her all the while in such a comedic yet intimate fashion. Was it intentional? Was this how she flirted? Was Ami looking into it too deeply? Who knows...but she certainly didn't mind it either way. Still, she couldn't just roll over and let herself fall asleep in Parker's arms, despite how tantalizing and promising such an outcome seemed. She was here to fight, and they still hadn't put on a show worthy of her diary yet!!!

With barely enough wherewithal to keep her head above water, Ami slithered her leg toward the rope, saving herself via rope break as she barely snagged onto it with the edge of her boot. Once free, she gasped for air, rolling away toward the safety of the ropes to catch her breath for a moment as she slowly pulled herself back up. "S-sorry...but I'm a bit of a 'bad girl'..." She said coyly, trying to rebuke Parker's earlier statement despite fumbling her comeback so hard. A stutter, clearly blushing from before, and her breathless words all betraying her wannabe badass attitude as she brushed some hair out of her face, clearly flustered with her mind lingering on the previous clash, while her eyes trailed down the Canadian woman's figure...was she always this good-looking? Like...more than usual? Shaking her head, Ami tried to throw herself back at Parker, going for a Feint High Kick that would lead directly into a Sweep Kick instead as she pivoted downward, swinging that same leg back around to take Parker out at her ankle...unless the Canadian's posture proved a little sturdier and more grounded, or if she just stopped the Prima Donna dead in her tracks again...Ami prayed that neither would happen as she flowed with the motion, whipping her leg around toward Parker's ankle and calf.

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[Parker]

Parker had Ami snugged in tight, arms cinched firm around the Prima Donna’s slender neck as she leaned in close, cheek brushing against her opponent’s shoulder. The sleeper wasn’t meant to end the match here. It was a leash, a way to wear Ami down, keep her squirming but under control. In the heat of it, the hold pressed them together, Ami’s small frame drawn flush against her own. Every time she adjusted, the brunette’s shoulder ground against the swell of her chest, soft friction audible against the fabric of her top.

She shifted her grip now and then, tugging Ami tighter, her arms flexing just enough to make the smaller woman stay put. A few in the crowd whistled at the sight of the Canadian rookie grinding her hold with such intensity, though Parker was blissfully unaware of how intimate it looked, she was focused on the fight, not the blush blooming across Ami’s cheeks. Still, the temptation flickered; she wondered how the Prima Donna would react if she really clamped down, maybe threaded her legs around her waist to scissor her in fully. She shook the thought away, sticking to her plan. This was a rest hold, a breather, nothing more.

When Ami’s foot inched toward the ropes, Parker adjusted, scooting them back a few inches, denying her the salvation. She could feel Ami’s breath hitch, the frustrated twitch in her body. The second time, though, Parker let it happen, releasing her grip with a warm exhale against Ami’s ear. “Damn… guess I’ll see you soon,” she whispered low enough for only Ami to hear, before pushing up to her feet, looking spry and a bit fresher despite the grind of the match.

“Is that so?” Ami’s little comeback line even managed to tug a genuine giggle out of her. Parker’s smile was bright, matching the sparkle in her eyes. “Well, unlucky for you…” she murmured, shrugging playfully, “…bad girls have to be punished.” She held back, giving Ami her rope break, letting the crowd buzz before reengaging.

She didn’t have long to admire her work before Ami came flying back at her. The feint was sharp, high kick snapping up toward her face, and Parker’s instincts kicked in. She dropped low, ducking under it with a knee bent to the mat, only for the sweep that followed to catch her full-on across the ribs with a sharp crack. Parker grunted, teeth bared, but her hand shot out fast, snatching Ami’s leg before the Prima Donna could recoil.

Parker blinked, a bit surprised by her own reaction but the surprise faded as she cast her gaze at Ami, giving her a raised eyebrow look as if to ask, “Really?” Ankle trapped in the crook of her elbow, she reached out to wrap her other palm around her thigh and tugged, shuffling the two of them back, away from the ropes. She learned her lesson from the sleeper hold.

“Right this way, Ms. Starlight.” Parker chuckled softly through clenched teeth as she twisted hard, rolling Ami onto her back. The rookie pounced on the opening, planting a knee on the inside of Ami’s thigh to pin her leg down, locking the other woman’s legs between her own. She sprawled her own body across the smaller woman’s back. Slinging her arms around Ami’s head, and interlocked her fingers across her forehead and leaned back, wrenching hard. The STF snapped into place, Parker’s thighs and hips locking her opponent down as she cranked the hold tight, stretching Ami’s body in a punishing arch. Her grin returned, bright but edged, as she leaned low to murmur over Ami’s ear. “Don’t want you running off and leaving me all alone.”

[Misfit_Alien]

"See you soon-"

Those words etched themselves into Ami's brain, replaying over and over and over and OVER again as Parker's grip loosened. Ami managed to get to her feet with the assistance of the ropes, but her attempt at composing herself and counterattacking Parker's words with some of her own charms proved to be a fatal mistake, as Parker quickly retorted with something that practically stabbed Ami through the HEART with how sharp, witty, and arousing it was.


"Bad girls have to be punished-..."


Ami could feel her heart quaking in her chest as her cheeks burned a much brighter shade of red, her gaze far gone and unfocused, lingering on the Canadian's hazy silhouette as she was struggling to concentrate. Her thighs quivered, her body was trembling, and she felt a warm sensation between her legs as her heart thumped loudly in her chest. "S-Seriously...?" Ami said, eyes widening with shock and intrigue before. "C-could you be any more forward?" She asked herself under her breath before rocketing forward for her kick attempt, only to be denied by the Canadian woman, who turned the feint attempt into a net positive for herself by catching the Prima Donna's leg after taking the kick to her ribs instead. Ami was forced to hop on one leg for a second before she was thrown to the ground and trapped in a tight STF.


"Don't want you running off and leaving me all alone-"

...

"...don't want you...leaving me...-"


"I'd never leave you..." She muttered, confessing under her breath while blushing. Parker's words spiraled in the Prima Donna's head over and over, furthering the frantic lightweight's downward spiral of emotions. She bashfully stared at the canvas as the words slipped from her lips under a hushed breath, only for her to realize that her mouth acted faster than her mind, causing her cheeks to brighten further as she began to squirm and vibrate much faster, slowly but surely breaking free after a long enough struggle.

To Parker's credit, all this readjusting and shifting around made it SO difficult, but thankfully, the petite Prima Donna was more than flexible enough to handle this, on top of being motivated to slip free from Parker so she could catch her breath, calm down, collect her thoughts, and PULL HERSELF TOGETHER...Just a few words, a tight grip, and it was as if Parker had Ami wrapped around her finger. She couldn't just let this happen...This Canadian chick just showed up out of nowhere, all calm and collected, totally cool and cute, and she thought she could just pop into the ring, fluster Ami, AND steal the win all at once?! It sounded like the perfect debut, but Ami was no easy mark!!! Well...she wasn't TRYING to be!!! The Prima Donna continued to fight and struggle, even as the pain and tension increased. Her mind was far more focused on the North Star's words instead of her actions.

Even if she liked it...

[Parker]

Parker had Ami pinned tight, her thighs clamped down across the Prima Donna’s legs while her arms cinched snug around her forehead, wrenching her neck back in a sharp, cruel arch. She leaned with it, every shift of her hips grinding Ami further down into the canvas, her body sprawled heavy across the smaller woman’s back. Each little adjustment sent the pressure spiking, Parker dragging her torso higher, twisting her weight just so, finding the fulcrum where Ami’s spine bowed most.

“C’mon, stay with me…” she murmured, not to taunt, but to feel her grip tighten as Ami writhed beneath her. The other woman wasn’t putting up as spirited a fight as she had first done. She didn’t want her to just give up on her while the match was still young.

The Canadian rookie could hear the frantic breaths puffing out against the mat, feel the petite frame vibrating in her arms. Ami’s body flexed and bent under her hold, supple and stubbornly resilient. Then, through the hiss of sweat and canvas, Parker caught something soft,too soft to fit the rhythm of grunts and gasps.

“…I’d never leave you…”

Her brows pinched. For a second, Parker wasn’t sure if she’d really heard it or if it was her own heartbeat muddling things. “...What?” she whispered under her breath, so quiet it was barely more than a thought aloud. But Ami was already squirming harder, slippery with sweat, her flexibility forcing Parker to constantly readjust to keep the STF clamped in.

Parker huffed, feeling the effort in her shoulders and thighs. She could grind out more punishment here, sure, but Ami was making her work twice as hard for half the payoff. And this was her debut, she wanted to make an impression, not wear herself ragged trying to twist a gymnast in half.

So, with a grunt, Parker made her choice, she released the STF. Her arms slipped away, letting Ami spill onto the mat as Parker rolled back onto her knees, sweat dripping down her temples. She exhaled sharply, steadying her breath as she pushed herself upright, thighs flexing as she rose with deliberate force. Her gaze locked on the Prima Donna who was still catching herself, and Parker wasted no time, reaching down to seize Ami by the arm and shoulder from behind.

“Up you go, bad girl. We've got more things to discuss.” The Canadian rookie gave a quick tug, hauling the lightweight off the canvas with a firm, almost brusque pull. Ami’s legs wobbled as Parker manhandled her up to standing, only for Parker to pivot, a strong twist of her hips as she spun the Prima Donna around to face her. Ami barely had a second to register what was happening before Parker stepped in close, chest pressing to chest, arms snapping tight around Ami’s waist and back.

The hug was ironclad, not tender, but intimate all the same, their sweat-slick bodies meshing flush. Parker’s forearms dug into the small of Ami’s back, pulling her in so close that their breathing mingled, hot and ragged, the sound swallowed by the roar of the crowd. For Parker, it was just the mechanics of control, securing her grip before the throw. For Ami, pinned against the rookie’s toned frame, the closeness left no room to escape, a momentary imprisonment in Parker’s embrace.

Then Parker’s boots planted wide, heels squeaking against the canvas as she bent low, coiling her power. With a roar of effort, she arched her back and exploded upward, heaving Ami clean off the mat in a wild surge of strength. The smaller woman soared, flung skyward before being ripped over Parker’s head. The release belly-to-belly suplex snapped like a whip, Ami’s body cutting a sharp arc before coming down towards the canvas.

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami was TOSSED overhead by the Belly-to-Belly Suplex, Parker flinging her through the air with ease!!! Ami flailed about, yelling frantically before her body hit the mat again, landing with a rough grunt and rolling over onto her belly, kissing the canvas. She groaned, her voice shaking just a bit as her world was getting undeniably ROCKED by the debuting Canadian, who seemingly had the Prima Donna's number. With Ami down and out in the corner, it seemed like Parker had a pretty easy win ahead of her, but something was stirring within Ami's body, a spirited passion that awoke after the petite young woman got her ass handed to her for the past few minutes.

She pushed herself up to her feet, a fire lit in her eyes as she pulled herself together, gripping the ropes as she rose. "Okay Ames-...pull it together..." She muttered. "What's the point in crushing on a girl if you're just gonna make yourself look dumb in the process? After all that talk, too-..." She barely glanced over her shoulder, deciding to play dead and let Parker get in nice and close...but when the Canadian got within range, Ami lunged backward with a sudden Superkick aimed at Parker's stomach, striking her right in the abdomen!!!

Hoping that Parker was briefly stunned, Ami used this opportunity to go for broke...She HAD to land this next move. She knew that there was no way she was properly outwrestling the middleweight...not while she was feeling this 'conflicted'...And so, she gripped the ropes, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that she measured the distance right.

Here goes...

With a deep breath, Ami hopped up, scaling the corner with two leaps...bouncing up from the middle to the top rope before practically floating backwards through the air, gracefully landing upon Parker's shoulders. Her thighs clamped tightly around the woman's head, their pillowy softness providing some brief comfort to the Canadian woman before Ami leaned backward, swinging herself and her opponent around in a blur, using all her strength to pull off an EXPLOSIVE Triple Jump Poisonrana!!! The crowd erupted with a monumental amount of uproar, with some in the front row practically jumping out of their seats at the sudden shift, with Ami NAILING the Canadian woman by spiking her head-first onto the canvas!!!

Spoiler

The impact shakes the ring while Parker is sent stumbling over in a dazed heap. The Prima Donna Darling was now fired up, feeling rejuvenated by all the adrenaline coursing through her body after pulling such a gambit off. She clenched both fists, rising to her feet with a roar-like battle cry, her soft voice carrying a sea of passion as she showed the audience and Parker that she was FAR from finished. "Up you go, 'good girl'~...We've got more things to discuss~!!!" Ami teased, giving her own butt a soft spank as she jutted her hips out in a taunting fashion, flaunting her petite yet pretty figure. Normally, she would've pursued her, but she held back for the time being, wanting to catch her breath and prepare for her next move while the Canadian dealt with her newfound splitting headache.

[Parker]

Parker stayed down for a beat longer than she needed to, hands planted on the canvas, chest rising and falling. The Canadian rookie had surprised herself with how smoothly she was dismantling Ami in the early going, so much so that it almost felt unfair. She didn’t want their first clash to come across like a rout. Not for the fans, not for Ami. So when she pushed herself up to her boots, she chose to afford the girl a bit more time by taking the scenic route.

Instead of storming after the Prima Donna, Parker walked a long half-circle along the ropes, slow and deliberate. She lifted a hand to her ear and tilted her head, mouthing “can’t hear you” to the audience. The crowd roared back on cue, volume swelling until the arena rattled with noise. She let the energy wash over her before finally setting her eyes back on Ami.

The sight gave her a moment’s pause. Ami was still sagged against the corner, shoulders heaving. Parker glanced at the referee with a quick brow raise, was the match still live? The official just shrugged and motioned them on.

“Alright…” Parker muttered under her breath as she stepped in. Just close enough for Ami to make her move.

WHUMP!

The kick detonated against Parker’s bare midriff like a sledgehammer, boot sole smacking into flesh with a deep, gut-churning thud that echoed rindside. Her body jackknifed instantly, eyes widening as the shockwave tore through her core. Spit burst from her lips as the air was blasted out of her lungs in one violent rush, her arms wrapping tight around her stomach in instinctive defense. Her knees buckled under her weight, boots skidding as she staggered forward with a strangled grunt, ribs and abs screaming from the force of the blow.

The Canadian’s breath came ragged and shallow, every inhale sharp and stinging. Before Parker could even regain her footing, Ami was already in motion, bounding up the ropes with a grace that made the crowd gasp. Parker’s head was tugged forward, her balance ripped in the opposite direction from under her as thighs clamped around her neck. The world spun into a blur of lights and screaming faces, and then the canvas rose up to meet her skull.

The poisonrana spiked her down hard, the crown of her head hammering into the mat before her body snapped over into a heap. She bounced once, then sprawled flat, face buried against the canvas, arms slack at her sides. Her body curled in on itself, even in her dazed stupor, clutching at her stomach as she coughed and wheezed, boots kicking at the ground, trying to ward off the pain.

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami successfully managed to spike the brunette down, with Parker still reeling from the pain of taking that kick to her stomach. This, in turn, gave the Prima Donna an idea, a battle strategy to move forward with. If Parker were a grappling specialist, then Ami would make it as difficult for her as possible to try and catch her again. With that in mind, it was time for the Prima Donna to leave another lovely woman breathless in the ring~...With haste and vigor, she'd pull Parker up to her feet and THROW her into the corner across the ring, shoving her forward into an uncontrolled sprint before trailing behind with a theatrical, dazzling follow-up in the form of a Cartwheel Handspring Kangaroo Kick, using her legs once more to drive the wind out of Parker's sails as she slammed both her boots into the woman's toned abdomen!!!

Spoiler

However, the perky, petite brunette knew that she would have to tack on WAY more damage to even the playing field. The impacts of her moves were light, all things considered. That Poisonrana from before was doing most of the work by putting Parker into this sudden daze, but now the groundwork had to be laid with what little time Ami bought herself. With Parker's head spiraling, her vision blurring, and her lungs aching, Ami continued to shift focus toward the woman's body. She decided that targeting the Canadian's upper and lower body strength would be CRUCIAL to achieving victory. Ever since she managed to stop Parker in her tracks with that Superkick to her stomach, the Prima Donna Darling felt a newfound sense of vigor and passion coursing within her, motivated by not wanting to lose after such a half-assed amount of effort...on top of not wanting to disappoint her opponent. She told Parker to bring her best, yet here she was not quite reciprocating...

So she was going to correct that folly of hers...

She'd pull Parker back up, intending on doing as much damage as she could as quickly as possible, using her speed to string together this sharp, acrobatic, and kick-based offense. She'd stand Parker against the turnbuckle, pressing her body forward into the Canadian woman's chest, taking a short breath before swinging Parker around and nailing her with a sudden Snapmare. However, as Parker was flipped around onto her tailbone, Ami followed along with a stylish Cartwheel, balancing on both hands before planting herself back down and SNAPPING a kick at Parker's chest to knock a little more air out of her body!!!

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Yet once again, Ami wasn't finished, her eyes lighting up with passion and focus. The stylish transition from that cartwheel flourish into the chest kick was just a setup for what came next as Ami sprinted back toward the ropes behind them, springing from the bottom rope up to the middle one, her body rapidly ascending the ropes again before a quick leap forward would see her FLYING through the air again, her boots aimed right at Parker's chest just to take on a little more damage to her body!!! The Canadian woman definitely had way more power than Ami, so the Prima Donna Darling had to rely on her speed and her wits. One way to take Parker down was to target her core, making it hard to breathe and recover. Even just a single rest hold proved to be difficult for Ami to break free from, and what's worse, it gave Parker all the time in the world to keep her stamina up. At the very least, Parker would hopefully start to slow down and struggle with those lovely slams of hers.

Spoiler

[Parker]

If Parker was forced to think of a bright side to the sudden turn around in fate, it was Ami was having to work hard to haul her upright. Buckled over in pain, wheezing in a desperate attempt to draw in air, the Canadian made for an easy target but a good deal of dead weight. It was a slow rise, but Ami would get her up, albeit with tenuous balance.

The hard whip into the opposite corner had her stumbling, boots thudding heavy against the canvas as she tried to steady herself, too late to gain control, she twisted to slam her back into the turnbuckles to absorb the brunt of her momentum. Ami cartwheeled in behind her, and before Parker could raise her guard, both boots slammed into her stomach with a thwump, driving her spine into the turnbuckles. "Ghhhuugh!"” she wheezed, arms wrapping around her midsection, wide-eyed as she dropped to her knees, head hung low with her dark brown hair covering her shocked expression.

When the other girl tried to coax her upright, Parker reached out weakly, leaning her forearm to the acrobat’s waist to try and shove her away, but she had no power behind her muscles as she drew in painful, haggard breaths. It wasn’t long before Ami had gotten her upright again, pushing her into the corner.

She felt fingers at her shoulder, then her world twisted. Ami snapped her down onto her backside with a crisp snapmare, the whiplash cracking through her neck. Parker sat upright, blinking stars, when the sharp crack of a kick snapped against her chest. The impact lit a fire in her ribs, forcing another ragged grunt from between clenched teeth as she toppled sideways, hand clutching at her sternum before dropping onto her back.
She lay sprawled, body shaking with a cough. She lifted her head with a wince, her chest flaring with fresh pain but determined to keep her head and not lose sight of Ami. She barely registered Ami hitting the ropes, that lithe form springing upward like it had wings. The crowd roared in anticipation as Parker glanced up, just in time to see Ami flying toward her, boots aimed to hammer her chest yet again.

Instinct took over. Parker threw herself to the side, rolling hard across the canvas as Ami’s landing shook the ring, managing to kick the empty air and take the bump on her back. The rookie glanced sidelog at Ami, pain laced in her expression, desperation dripping from her just as readily as sweat. Rolling back to where she was, the rookie grabbed for Ami’s boot, lifting it up off the mat.

With a thrust of her hips, she scooted her but closer, swinging her own legs wide to wrap one across the top of the other woman's leg, then hook her other leg around her own shin and ankle, and tucking it back in an impromptu figure four hold to keep it captured while making sure her own legs. While not able to apply the squeezing pressure a scissor hold might, this protected her from retribution from the high flyer, keeping her own legs cinched in too tight to be pried at or put in a hold of their own.

Parker hooked an arm around the girl’s ankle, cradling it in the crook of her elbow as she flexed her forearm and bicep in to hold it. With her other hand, she gripped the sole of Ami’s boot, giving her limb a vicious torque, laying the joint pressure on immediately. Parker had been battered and breathless, but the ankle lock was her salvation. If she could hold it, she might just slow down the Prima Donna before she sprinted too far ahead to ever catch again.