Standard Match: Callista Caldwell (d) vs Trish Stuart (d)

[Sigma Morgan]

Before Trish could even move her arms, she found her wrist pinned to the canvas, her opponent straddling her torso, the woman's knees and thighs hugging her sides, all with a smile on her face. Callista's smile promised Trish nothing but trouble and danger, though there was nothing she could do, her opponent managed to mostly immobilize her, and the woman knew this, seeming to toy with the smaller woman! As Callista leaned forward, she could feel the woman's hot breath wash over her face before a flirtatious sounding taunt reached her ears. Trish blushed, her mind immediately going to a sexual innuendo.

"I thought you were... a switch... with how long you were in that headlock" Trish managed to stammer out as she fruitlessly tried to struggle and squirm out from beneath her opponent.

[CallOfTheStorm]

Callista slowly maneuvered both of Trish's wrist under one arm, her free hand sliding down and lifting an index finger, tucked right under Trish's chin to lift her gaze up. "Oh I am, but I prefer to play to the heat of the moment. And right now...you're mine darling," Callista cooed, a devilish grin creeping from ear to ear as she rose ever so slightly, gently rotating the girl underneath her until Callista was firmly sitting on her lower back. Callista then slowly lifted each of Trish's arms over her thighs, raising her legs up to place Trish in her next move.

"Now, smile for the crowd, won't you dear?" Callista chuckled as she interlocked her fingers, palm side up under Trish's chin. Gently cupping the trapped girl, Callista slowly and carefully pulled her head back, letting the slow burn of the Camel clutch set in and slowly sap away at Trish's energy and ability to fight back!

[Sigma Morgan]

Trish continued to struggle as Callista moved her arms so she could pin them down with one hand. Generally, this would have made it at least somewhat easier to break free, but Trish stopped struggling as her opponent's finger touched her chin, forcing their eyes to lock before Callista's seductive voice once again teased her. If this were a hentai match, Callista likely would have been all over the lightweight like a succubus, though thankfully or unthankfully, she would be spared that embarrassment.

Trish was trying to think of some smart remark to reply to her opponent with, but as she was doing that, her opponent moved into action, rolling and moving Trish onto her stomach. She tried to move, planting her hands on the canvas to crawl away but her opponent's weight on her back pinned her down as Callista moved her arms onto her thighs to trap her further before grabbing her chin and pulling back causing her to hiss in pain and grit her teeth!

[CallOfTheStorm]

Callista leaned down closer, her grip on Trish’s chin firm yet teasing, her eyes locking onto the smaller woman with a mixture of amusement and control. “Hissing already? You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to break free,” she murmured, her voice a tantalizing blend of silk and steel.

Her breath brushed warm against Trish’s ear as she whispered, “I told you, I play to the heat of the moment. And right now, you’re exactly where I want you.” Callista’s fingers tightened their hold, the slow, suffocating burn of the Camel clutch beginning to sap away at Trish’s strength and will.

A soft, satisfied chuckle escaped Callista as she felt the shift in power, her dominance undisputed in the silent arena. “There’s no escape, Trish. Just enjoy the view... and remember who owns this ring tonight.” Her smile deepened, savoring the thrill of total control as she maintained her hold, fully in command.

[Sigma Morgan]

Trish's face scrunched in pain as her head was pulled back far enough to make eye contact with her opponent, the strain on her neck reaching a critical point as her opponent teased her, the woman's warm breath brush across her ear as her fingers tightened, and iron grip around her chin.

Trish struggled, trying to squirm and slip her arms off of Callista's thighs, desperately trying to get free of such a common and simple hold. Getting her arms free, Trish's hands pressed on the mat, trying to relieve some of the pressure of the hold for a few moments before her right hand came off the mat and reached up, pawing and grabbing at the hands on her chin, the pressure on her body not allowing her to come up with some witty or confident comment, all she had was the desperation to get free!