Natalie Cantlay Vs. Karbon Mannering

[Mkmd13]

The soft cry that Natalie made after taking the back body drop was music to Karbon's ears. There was a bit of a snafu at the beginning of the match, but everything was coming up golden now for him. When she got back up during his run into the ropes, Karbon knew that he had her right where he wanted her. His skull bouncing off of her abs did little to cushion his own blow, but it must of felt ten times worse for her on her end. Falling to the mat, Karbon still watched his opponent and saw her winch in pain with both hands on her gut. She was forced to double over and back up from the momentum of the hit. Still feeling like he has the advantage, Karbon pushed up on the mat with his arms and got back to his feet.

"This head of mine is not only used as a great tool for thinking, but as an excellent weapon as well." He would say to her as he knocked on the top of it a couple of time. He wondered just how much damage he caused her and if he should continue his barrage or not. If he didn't do as much as he thought, this would be a perfect opportunity for her to reverse his next move, but if he did do enough damage, then this was another free shot for him to take. He mulled it over for a couple of seconds before taking the gamble and decided to continue his onslaught. Since this was a submission match, he would try his hand to make her tap out right here, right now.

If this move was successfully, Karbon would grab Natalie's right arm and pull it horizontal to the ring. Karbon would then jump up while still holding onto it and wrap both legs around her mid section. Using his weight, he would bring her down to the mat with him and her body would be completely vice gripped in between his legs. Scissoring her body and holding her right hand out stretched, he would apply pressure by constricting his legs with as much pressure as possible and wrenching her arm upwards towards the ceiling of the arena!

[Winter]

The oaf was blabbering his inanities, but Natalie didn't afford him the courtesy of listening to a word of it. Rather, she grimaced and massaged both stomach and back, trying to urge herself towards a faster recovery from the remaining aches of pain that filled her midriff. The shorter the time she had to stay where she was...tucked by the ropes with her legs beneath her for the crowd to see her so subdued...the better. Mannering didn't deserve the credit.

She curled up to get her feet beneath her once she was ensured that her back no longer throbbed, and seeing his approach, she snatched the rope behind her so he wouldn't be able to pull her free from it, ready to lash upwards and throw him away from her instead. But rather than go for her head again, he surprised her by snatching and wrenching on her arm.

"Ohh-hnn!", she whined, bringing the opposite hand up to grip at her shoulder while her arm was stretched...which proved to be a mistake, though she didn't realize what he was doing until she had been yanked another foot from the ropes. Only once his weight, suddenly burdening her, dragged her face-down onto the mat did she notice both of his legs around her stomach, and what he planned to do with the arm he had trapped.

His legs started to crush her stomach just as her free hand had started to try and make a shove to free her from his bodyscissor. "Ohhhhnnnn!", she moaned out, as he yanked upwards on her trapped arm to add more agony to her predicament, and the hand that would have been her leverage only clawed and pawed at Mannering as his body squeezed hers in two.

[Mkmd13]

"Smooth as butter." Karbon would comment as he was able to take Natalie down with his body scissors. The moaning noises that she was making was just reassurance to the fact that his hold was working on her. "Don't give up now... I'm just starting to have fun with you!" He would whisper into her ear before really squeezing at her mid section again. Once he let up the pressure on her stomach, he would then wrench her arm back upwards. This was giving him a two prong attack. When his lower body felt tired from creating the pressure, he would use that opportunity to rest it and work on her arm. Once he felt like his legs got enough rest, he would stop working on her arm and start the squeezing all over again.

The referee was down now on the mat and looking at Natalie to make sure she is still in fighting shape from his submission. If he was to detect that she wasn't able to fight back, tap out, or that she goes unconscious, this match would be over. It wouldn't make much of a debut for this wrestler, but maybe it would knock her down a few pegs and she wouldn't have this high and mighty attitude anymore. Karbon didn't care either way. Even if she did lose right here and now, he would still have some fun with her even after the bell rang.

[Winter]

Ever proud, Natalie took Karbon's taunting as a reason for her to squeeze her lips shut and refuse to allow him any more satisfaction at hearing her suffering. And suffering it was...Natalie had been placed in her share of scissorholds, many of them ineffectual due to her toned stomach, but the shape and size of his legs due to his masculinity seemed to drive each adductor muscle into her stomach with every pulsing squeeze. When he wasn't doing the squeezing, he was wrenching at her arm...arguably the worst of the two pains being inflicted. When he pulled on it, Nat could barely keep the groan in her throat and her finely-polished fingernails from digging into the mat.

She needed to use her brain here...she was clearly the more intelligent, whatever their differences in strength. Having her belly and arm both tortured at the same time the ref annoyingly and repeatedly questioned her about her submission made reasonable thought difficult. "No, and stop asking!", Nat demanded of the ref, her posh accent lending authority to her tone at the same time her writhing figure ripped that authority away.

Rip it away...as horrid as that sounded, it was likely the answer. She could crawl if she could free her arm...then she could address the other matter. Grimacing through another yank of her arm, Natalie let her face rest against the mat and turned her eyes to the nearby ropes. Crawling would do fine...but a quick stretch of her arm towards the bottom rope revealed she could not come close to reaching it as she was.

So she waited...withstood another squeeze of her stomach...waiting and pushing her legs forward until her knees were bent and her toes had some purchase on the mat, making herself into a catapult. Then, as she felt him lifting her arm again...

She thrust forward with all the strength of her legs and ripped her arm forward at the same time. Her midsection would find no freedom, surely...but if she had her arms, the ropes would be inches from her.

[Mkmd13]

Karbon would notice the look on Natalie's face and could tell that she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of her screams. That's fine for him, he didn't need to hear them to know just how much pain she was currently in. He could feel it with every squeeze of his legs and ever twist of her arm. Though, her dedication to not screaming was actually pretty admirable. "Usually girls like you would be begging me to let them go. I wonder what makes you so special... He would say as if he was now studying her as a college project. "You might as well call this one now ref... She isn't going to be breaking out of this any time soon." He turned his attention back onto her and gave her belly another squeeze.

With all the build up of the match, their sweat started to mix in with each other and this was going to cause an issue for Karbon now. His hold was starting to become harder and harder to hold onto due to this and he knew that his grip was slipping. "Grr... Dammit!" He would say under his breath as his fingers were starting to loosen on her arm. He was so close... He can't let go of her now! But Natalie kept on fighting. Twisting and turning her body every which way. Clawing ever forward towards the ropes, Karbon knew he didn't have much time left. He gave it his all to squeeze her as hard as he could, just hoping it would dismay her towards going after the ropes, but it was all for naught. With one last gasp and lunge, Natalie was able to finally reach the ropes with her hand.

"ROPEBREAK!"

The referee would shout and Karbon had to break the hold now. He had to the count of five though before he would be disqualified so he decided to milk it for every second! He put as much pressure on his legs as possible and squeezed her like a tube of toothpaste that only had a drop left in it.

"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"

Just before he reached the count of five, Karbon released his legs from her mid section and rolled away. He then stood up and studied her body some more just to see how much damage he did to her.

[Winter]

With a great yank, Natalie found herself still wearing the oaf as a high belt, but she possessed hands...both elbows. And with the both of them under her power once more, she started to clamber for the ropes, one shift and wriggle of her lithe frame carrying her mere inches...but inches would be far enough, even as she was forced to pause twice and squint her eyes against the python-like pressure that he started to apply at the sight of her nearing an escape. Both times she also stretched her hand to test whether she could reach, only to watch as her manicured nails fell what felt like a foot short, but the distance could be no more than a pair of inches.

Growing sick to her stomach and sore in her abs, Nat threw herself forward with a groan. She almost fell into her face...damn this fool for trying to make her seem as much a plebian as he was himself...but as she tilted her icy eyes upwards, she witnessed her fingers over the rope, and heard the referee's announcement.

Still, he squeezed her, and alongside the pain, Natalie felt a fury rise in her. "Get...your..." She didn't get the chance to finish her insult through her clenched teeth, but twisted her body, her free palm driving into his thigh...and nearly into his private parts to get him unhinged.

She decided against it, and at the four, he relented. Natalie fell onto the mat with an exhaled moan, curling inwards once more to nurse her sculpted midriff after its third bout of punishment.

She also noticed the severe sheen of sweat over her figure as her hands rubbed over her abdominal muscles...enough so that several strands of blond hair tried to stick to her forehead. Curse this moron. He should have been beneath her already...that was the misfortune with fighting men.

The Golden Goddess slowly got to one knee once she had cut her eyes coldly to him from beneath her bangs to see that he had retreated across the ring to study her, despite the fact that she didn't quite feel up to the act. But her body was too well-honed, she decided, for her to give into a pathetic bout of squeezing.

And whatever the problems with her midriff...Natalie still had a superior mind, she was certain. Hovering on her knee and trying to appear worse for wear, she continued to watch him in the corner of her eye in another attempt at baiting him in.

[Mkmd13]

Looking over his handy work, Karbon was very pleased about what he done to her. He could see the fire start to build up in her eyes from receiving such a long and arduous submission hold. Karbon was really expecting for her to tap out right then and there, but she held her own! Looking at all the sweat that was covering her body now, he could see just how much she hated it. Natalie made a couple of passes on her stomach and forehead and Karbon watched as she wiped the sweat away. "Looks like I'm giving you a full body workout huh? Maybe I should be charging you for something like this." He said putting an index finger up to his mouth and looking upwards in a thinking expression.

With Natalie getting back up now, Karbon expected her to dash right at him in retaliation, but to his surprise, she stayed down on one knee. Did he really do that much damage to her with only one submission hold? I mean, I guess this was her first match and all, but Karbon thought that she would of trained a lot more than this. Maybe he should take pity on her and let her rest... Nah, what was he thinking!? There is no mercy when it comes to the ring of L.A.W. and Karbon was about to show her that!

Karbon gauged her position on the mat and started to size her up. "Hold still now..." He would tell her. Then, planting his back foot into the mat, he would start to run straight at her! Just as he was just feet away from her, Karbon would lift up his right foot and try to kick her right in the jaw!

[Winter]

He must have truly enjoyed listening to himself speak.

Nat continued her attempts to appear entirely overcome by breathing and sighing loudly enough that she could nearly drown him out in her own ears, and loudly enough that it might convince him that she was a tasty morsel ready for the plucking. Normally she would not bother with such tactics...certainly not to present the appearance that anyone had come close to besting her...but the chance to have him look foolish thanks to her tactics remained appealing.

And it gave her the breather she needed. Before he had taken the first step towards her, her aches had already started to subside.

She heard his declaration that she should "hold still," still watching him from the edge of her vision, and shifted her planted foot and the hand that held to the ropes to ensure she was ready to throw herself out of his way.

He exploded in power, and Natalie pumped her poised leg and used her grip on the ropes to toss herself back to the turnbuckle...leaving him with the waiting tangle of the ropes to thrust his foot into, rather than her face.

[Mkmd13]

His opponent really looked like a fish out of water right now. Karbon chuckled at the sight as he finally took off full speed at her. His mind doing the calculations at a blistering speed of when to lift his foot up to boot her in the face at perfect timing, but it seemed like Natalie had other plans. Just when Karbon lifted his foot off the mat, Natalie dodged out of the way and threw herself towards the turnbuckle! Karbon's eyes went wide for two reasons. One, was the fact that she completely tricked him by playing possum and two, that now he was about to spiral out of control.

There was nothing to catch his foot now as it darted right between the ropes. His lower body then followed suit as his balls hit smack dab on the middle rope! All the air in his lungs left in one big gasp. He could hear the crowd gasp along with him after seeing this done to him and then turn to laughter at the sight. His momentum was still carrying him forward though as he ducked underneath the top rope and crashed down to the mats below, outside of the ring.

Karbon started to roll around, clutching his manhood below. "Oh you son of a..." He would try to complete his sentence, but the pain got the better of him.

[Winter]

Natalie let out a feminine complaint as her recently-squeezed back smacked into the turnbuckle, but she hardly noticed it save for slumping with arms draped over the top ropes while she watched the spectacle of the primitive fool thrusting his own manhood into the middle rope and slowly slipping from the ropes until he landed on the outside. That made her straighten, in spite of herself, in all of her pride.

The Golden Goddess spared but a moment to smile down at him before she pondered her next move. Not the type to take to launching herself over the ropes, she eliminated all dramatic notions. Both of them need be in the ring for this submission stipulation, after all, and both of them lying like fools on the outside of the apron would not place her a step closer to that end.

Simplicity was the answer. With one last, quick stretch of her abs, ensuring they would flex as she wished, Nat dipped to take hold of the bottom rope over his rolling body, took a single step back, and slid like a baseballer through the bottom rope on her legs and rear, just far enough that her feet would land on the outside of the ring as she exited...and, preferably, right on Mannering's face.