Arlise Christiaens vs. Lauren Fredericks

[Highfly]

Lauren felt Arlise's legs clamp around her head as she laid there, unable to stop her! "Mmmpphhhhh! Ngghhhhh!" Lauren groaned, her head stuck as her legs kicked the mat and her arms reached up, her hands digging in on Arlise's thighs to try to pull them apart! As strong as Lauren was, legs tended to have more power than arms. Lauren just needed a bit of breathing room to be able to think...

..and she had an idea! One that would be hard for a bigger lady like herself to pull off. She just needed enough room to twist herself around so she was still stuck but instead of facing the ceiling she would be facing the mat. From there, Lauren would grip Arlise's legs as hard as she could and use her own legs to kick her forward, flipping her over! Arise may still have her head clamped, but Lauren would have her folded over and stuck in a pin!

The referee saw this unfold and slid into position, beginning a count once they realized what was going on!

"ONE!"

[Winter]

Titania's ankles locked, giving her a stroke of satisfaction. Though Lauren's fingers pried at her thighs with impressive strength, Lise's positioning and leverage ensured that she scarecely budged.

Satisfied that she held control, Lise leaned back onto her elbows, unable to resist admiring the work of her legs grinding the blonde head between them. That sight, and the feeling of Lauren's hands clasping her bare legs in a desperate effort to escape, were enough to make Lise truly feel her own power. "Some opponents don't appear to hate it when I trap them in this position," Lise cooed, resting her hands on her own legs. She hope the crowd enjoyed as much as she did. "But they do prefer to face the other direction..." She didn't entirely intend for the words to sound so teasing, but she also couldn't help the overimaginative mind that brought them to her lips.

More to her detriment, however, was that her enthusiastic thoughts distracted her. The instance she decided that she should perhaps attempt to smother Lauren's trapped face with her hands, her opponent interrupted her thinking. With a surprised gasp, Arlise was rolled from her hip and twisted head over heels. She only gained a full understanding of what happened when she found herself in the predicament, with her rear stuck straight in the air and her neck crunched against the mat. She stared in fascination at her dangling legs still around Lauren's neck. It was...an escape that deserved credit.

She cut her eyes to the counting ref. Not wishing to challenge her luck when situated for a pin, Lise unhinged her legs and unfolded herself to roll back to her feet.

[Highfly]

Lauren felt Arlise release the hold and she in turn rolled to her side, getting up quickly but not very gracefully to her feet. Lauren eyed Arlise and lumbered forward, sending a forearm smash I to Arlise's chest! That was only part of the plan though as a telling grin on Laurens face earned a cheer from her small but growing fan base as the flubbery underdog moved in.

Lauren bent down, grabbing Arlise between the legs and around the shoulder. She was in prime position to scoop Arlise up off her feet, hold her high and slam her down as hard as she could to the mat unless Arlise managed to block or counter Laurens favorite offense.

[Winter]

Arlise got to her feet, only to be smashed down to the mats again.

With an indistinct and undignified cry she fell flat onto her back, clutching at her aching chest. Disoriented, but not so disoriented that she failed to realize what had happened. She had gone from holding control to being flattened in moments, and shame niggled her.

That shamed feeling intensified when Lauren's hand grasped her between the legs. With fingers brushing over fabric that only scarcely covered her, the sensation would have been enough to disarm Titania, but that Lauren had entirely different intentions became rapidly evident as another hand snapped to her shoulder. Lise's bottom was a hand-hold, and she felt a familiar lightheadedness when Lauren lifted and flipped her head over heels once more.

In reaction, she worthlessly swung her palm at Lauren's hip before a surge carried her to the mat with a yelp. Again she was flattened onto her back, and a moment passed before the pain overcame the shock of the impact.

[Highfly]

Lauren let out a cheer as she flexed her arms standing over Arlise for a brief second! "Woooooo!" Lauren looked down at Arlise and jumped up into the air, coming down across her chest as she reached towards her legs, hooking one and beginning a pin! The referee slid into position and raised an arm, bringing her hand down to the mat!

"ONE!"

Lauren nodded her head with the count, and her fans echoed it by shouting aloud the one count. Lauren could tell Arlise was tough, but having to dislodge 171 pounds from a pinning position was not easy and would make Arlise expend some energy. Lauren also knew her slams didn't feel good as basic as they were. She kept Arlise's leg hooked, trying to firmly maintain the pin.

[Winter]

Lise could not determine what part of her back she should massage as she gingerly turned onto her side. Her aching tailbone, however, simplified her choice, and she grit her teeth while her fingers searched for the most devastated portion. By the way the crowd roared and general intuition, she was well aware that she needed to escape, and avoid Lauren's clutches, but her resolve motivated her to start moving only after she caught sight of Lauren's thick frame, silhouetted by the arena lights, just above her.

Lauren's considerable weight crushed and compressed her ample chest, and Arlise cried out. Wearied and dragging her fingers on the mat, she failed to react to the hooking of her leg until she heard the cries of the referee beside her. Lise's head rolled towards the stripes-wearing woman as her hand raised to slap down for a second time, and all of her focus shifted to dislodging the heavy blonde draped across her chest to escape before the ref counted again when reasonable thought emerged from her fog. This was too soon! Losing here would be pitiful. Wearing a focused scowl, she shoved her forearm into the side of Lauren's head and used it the same as the jaws of life. Her muscles strained while she pried herself with a "Nugh!" from underneath Lauren at the same moment the referee started to yell two.

Her back ached, but knowing she had spared herself the count brought her a great deal of relief. She was not done, yet.

[Highfly]

Lauren looked up with a dismayed look. "Damn I thought I might have had ya!" Lauren said as she slowly stood up next to Arlise. Bending down, Lauren grabbed an arm and tried to help Arlise back up to her feet.

However, Lauren wasn't done there. She kept firm hold of Arlise's arm as she tried to step to her side, twisting her torso as she tried to Irish whip Arlise towards the ropes! Lauren would do her best to run the opposite way, bouncing off the ropes and running at Arlise. With a loud cry Lauren tried to leap into the air, flying horizontally as she aimed a running cross body block right at Arlise!

[Winter]

Escaped, but not well.

Lise rolled over until she was on her knees, wisely trying to gather herself after the stretch of punishment. She would have no such luxury, however, and that she knew before Lauren had grasped her, based upon the intense bleating of the crowd. Then the strong hands clamped on her arm, and with Lauren's pulling enough to stretch Lise's ailing chest and sternum, she groaned, lacking the will to resist. To be on her feet would aid her, anyway, and she straightened her shoulders and wearily eyed Lauren, rallying herself in preparation for her opponent's next move.

She was not prepared. Another yank on her arm irritated her sore muscles, and she faltered long enough for the strong heavyweight to forcefully propel her towards the nearest ropes. Coming just short of falling on the way, Lise turned to catch the ropes with her shoulders, grimacing when she did. But she hooked an arm around it, and held on tightly so she would not rebound. Her body shuddered there against the flexible fiber, triggering more pangs in her lower back...

But the sudden stop may have saved from another crushing impact to the chest. With the steaming locomotive that was Lauren charging her, Titania had the opportunity to see her coming. With a gathering of her strength and a cry, she held to the top rope with her arms and thrust her legs upwards in an attempt to send a boot downwards into the flying heavyweight's stomach!

[Highfly]

As Lauren flew through the air, the well placed boot to the stomach may very well have folded her in half! A part wheeze, part cry of agony escaped her lips as she crashed hard to the mat, clearly having the wind knocked out of her! Lauren laid on her back coughing and cradling her abdomen as her legs kicked the canvass in pain!

She was too stunned by the turn of events to get up on her own, and all she could do at the moment was lay there. She laid flat on the mat, one arm leaving her abdomen and slapping against the mat in frustration. "D- Damn...." She wheezed out, her eyes forced shut from the pain of the impact still. Lauren was clearly hurting from the counter and the momentum she had built up came to a crashing halt!

Lauren tried to sit up to stand, but the pain in her abdomen elicited another loud moan as she fell back to the may laying on her back looking up at the arena lights!

[Winter]

Titania fell to her knees after the kick landed, but wore a smile at her own worthy timing.

With Lauren very vocal and flailing on the mat, Lise spared herself a moment to test her chest and back muscles for continued soreness while she sat on her own feet, despite knowing that no woman of Lauren's build would stay down for very long. But the couple of seconds seconds, while not relieving Lise completely, did give her the reassurance that she would not be aching with every move she made. With that confirmed, the redhead was in motion again, pushing forward to take in Lauren's writhing figure. Her eyes came alight with intent when she saw the blonde willingly roll onto her own back in her state of pain.

She scrambled across the mat on all fours. Being twenty to forty pounds lighter, by her estimation, made no difference to Lise, and she used every ounce of that weight as she draped it over Lauren's bosom and pulled Lauren's nearest leg towards her by way of a grip on her thigh.

In slid the ref, pleasing in her promptness. "One!"