The Holy War: Nun vs. Prophet.

[Void-Effect]

Kiara would smile as her attack succeed, she would tighten her thigh as she smile and slowly grind her thigh against his head as she smile and taunt "Ahhhh~ So you like it~ Why don't you give up already, I'm sure that I can make you feel better if you simply give up~" She would suggest and taunt as she sit there with his head around her thighs

[SimplePride]

Isaiah ignored Kiara's taunts as he continued to struggle in the hold. Little to Kiara's knowledge, as she was to busy taunting him, he had, inch by inch, struggled his way to the ropes. Eventually, he managed to grab the bottom rope and the referee broke the hold, "Next time, pay attention and quit grandstanding, Mother Superior!" Isaiah taunted right back.

[Void-Effect]

She would stand up and perhaps pout a little as she glare at him before taunt "Is that so? I'll put it in mind" She said with a smile before charge toward him, raise her arm and goes for a clothesline as she hope it would throw him back down to the mat as she look at him in the eyes while smiling

[SimplePride]

Isaiah slowly got up and saw Kiara charge at him with a clothesline. Isaiah dunked under it and decided to latch on Enduring Faith, his bearhug signature. He wasn't planning on getting her too submit, although he wouldn't complain if she did. This was simply done to slow her down a bit, plus, it gave him an opportunity to get close to a pretty girl. He may be a Prophet, but, he's still a guy...

[Void-Effect]

She would gasp and groaning in pain as Kiara was caught by the prophet, it quickly turn into a bearhug as struggle against him, her punching and pushing his head as she gasp in pain while felt her back being squeezed by the hugs as she attempt to escape from it as she gasping and groaning in pain as she remain in his grasp there

[SimplePride]

Isaiah wasn't planning on winning this early, he would be dissapointed if he did, but, Kiara was certainly raising a fuss over a little hug, he wasn't even trying to submit her, he was trying to wear her down. Kiara's struggle made it illogical to hold on to the move, so he set her down, and began taunting her as she did him, "Why don't you try it? Come give daddy a hug!" he said with his arms open wide.

[Void-Effect]

She would fall to her knees as she groan before stand up and glare at him then give his chest a punch, hoping it would force him back, before she would give him a yakuza kick to his chest, hoping it would force him to a corner before she run to the rope before use it to bounce herself back and try to give him a spear

[SimplePride]

Isaiah expected her arms around him, but, instead of that, he got a barrage of strikes that eventually sent him into the corner. Next thing he knew, his opponent charged at him with a spear. Too dazed to do anything, he took the spear head-on, and wound up sitting in the corner, looking up at his opponent.

[Void-Effect]

She would then grab his hair and drag him toward the center of the ring before put her arms around his body, giving him a bearhug when he was weak, she would squeeze her arms on him while lifting him up, their body squeeze together as she look at him and taunt while squeezing "What's wrong? I thought Mommy is giving you a hug~ Is it too much~?" She taunt as she had a mischievous look on her face

[SimplePride]

Isaiah grunted as he was dragged by his hair toward the center of the ring. Soon, he got his wish, as Kiara locked in a bearhug of her own. Isaiah had a love-hate relationship with this hold. He hated the pain and humiliation of the hold, but, at the same time, every time he was put into the hold, his "little Prophet" would grow stiff, and sure enough, it did. Isaiah tried to push away, but, to no avail...