The Prophet's Greatest Sin: Isaiah Bowen Vs "Gothica" Julie Merriweather (D)

[SimplyWoo]

Gothica smirked as she had Isaiah under control. She squeezed his head a little bit tighter as she swayed her hips, making Isaiah's head sway low then back up to show the audience she was really grinding in the side headlock.

[SimplePride]

As much as it seemed otherwise, Isaiah was still a man, and he wasn't exactly hating the predicament he was in. Still, this was a match, not a BDSM session, so Isaiah, with all of his might, gave one big push to get out of the side headlock. If successful, he would counter with a submission of his own, he would get behind the witch and lock in a full nelson, not necessarily to make her submit, though he wouldn't complain if she did, this was more to wear his opponent down...

[SimplyWoo]

Gothica was surprised at Isaiah managing to slip out of her grip. Even more surprised was she when she felt him curve his arms around her shoulders and lock his hands behind the back of her head. She let out grunt feeling him cinch in the Full Nelson as she smiled. "Oh my, that's quite the grip you have there. I think I'm making a man out of you yet. " She teased as she gripped at Isaiah's wrists, trying to pry his grip apart. Once she did that, she would work on trying to lower his arms down towards her body, though she bit her lip gently knowing she couldn't just get away from him. She also knew this made her torso a target for him to grapple instead, and she knew she wouldn't be able to counter his strength with her arms on the outside of his, trying to pull his arms away from her as she whispered. "Damn..."

[SimplePride]

The problem with this hold, especially considering the circumstances of this particuler match, is that Isaiah was in a very awkward position, with his opponent's butt grinding against a rather intimate area, Isaiah wasn't sure if he wasn't the one in a submission hold. He knew Gothica knew this, so, seemingly without any rhyme or reason, Isaiah let Julie break the hold. Isaiah may be the Prophet of Old, but, he was still very much a man, and a man with weaknesses at that...

[SimplyWoo]

She was almost disappointed that Isaiah did not take advantage of her predicament, however that didn't stop her from when he pulled his grip away from her to running away from him to head towards the ropes. She then twisted around to let the ropes slingshot her back towards Isaiah's direction as she then when she got close enough, leapt into the air in a sideways fashion as she lifted her knee up into the air, trying to crash the side of her leg into Isaiah's chest in a way to knock him down to the ground.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah's opponent said she did her research, and so far, this was proving to be true. It seemed to Isaiah that Julie was a lot of things, but, a liar wasn't one of them, and an easy opponent wasn't one of them, as he was in thought on what to do next, he felt a sudden hit on his chest. Julie had ran toward him with a knee, and it landed right on the money. Isaiah hit the ground with a thud. Isaiah sat up slightly to look up at his opponent, who still had the same mischievous grin as before, "You're lucky you're pretty..." Isaiah hissed at her, half wondering if that was the last thing he should've said.

[SimplyWoo]

"Well then, I'm glad to have your blessing." Gothica mentioned. As Isaiah was sitting on his knees Gothica ran a hand through his hair before sliding it down to grip at the back of his neck as she pushed Isaiah's head down to force him onto his hand and knees. She then shifted her body to face away from him at his side as she then sat down on top of his back, letting a lovely leg slide out of the slit of her dress to cross over top of her other leg as she sat on his back. She curved the one hand from around the back of his neck to curve around to cup under his chin as she then pulled up, trying to stretch him in her own version of a camel clutch. Her further arm draped across her own lap, ready to twist her upper body to face him to use other other hand to assist with pulling if she felt the urge to.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah got noticeable goosebumps as Gothica ran her fingers through his hair, but, just as suddenly, she pushed his head into the mat. Isaiah, kind of worried that he was about to get violated, braced for the worst. Thankfully, all Gothica did was lock in a Camel clutch, a rather simple maneuver, but, still rather effective, "Bite me, bitch..." Isaiah hissed as he began to struggle in the hold. Isaiah wondered if he should've said that, as it seemed to him that his opponent would gladly do just that. Still, he began the slow and painful crawl toward the ropes...

[SimplyWoo]

"Maybe later in the match, if you behave." Gothica mentioned with a sinister giggle. She then noticed him crawling to the ropes, she rolled her eyes realizing if she would have executed the Camel Clutch like a normal person he wouldn't have been able to crawl. It was a lesson noted, but she also liked the idea of riding side saddle on her opponent so after she continued to pull on his neck, when he finally made it to the ropes, she continued to pull for a solid 4 seconds before using her other hand to give Isaiah a solid smack on his rear before releasing the hold and but twisting around to pull Isaiah back up to his feet by the back of his neck as used the fact that they were at the ropes to attempt to irish whip him.

[SimplePride]

Gothica had a lot to learn about Southern determination, as he eventually made it to the bottom rope, Still, she wasn't about to slow down, in her wrestling or teasing, as he felt his butt being smacked and himself being lifted and Irish whipped toward the other side of the ring. Thinking on the run, literally, Isaiah jumped with a flying forearm attempt, if successful in knocking Gothica down, he would sinch his hand into the witch's stomach in an abdominal claw, hoping to wear down the girl in black...