“Sorry, Lisa,” Jules
says, plainly, “Next fall’s mine.” Lisa
struggles, Jules’ half nelson clamped on tight. Lisa, deprived or oxygen is getting dizzy, as her face and left arm
tingle from lack of blood. She knows
she has to act now, while she still ahs the strength.
Lisa uses all her power to thrust herself backward. The two fall to the mat. Jules, jostled by the force of Lisa landing atop her, loosens her grip for a moment. Lisa slips her free hand between her neck and Jules’ arm, decreasing the effect of the choke considerably. Lisa sucks in a, much needed, gulp of air, before Jules can tighten her grip once more. Despite having less leverage, squished beneath Lisa, Jules maintains the half nelson. Lisa is in better shape, able to take strained breaths she’s out of immediate danger, but still can’t wriggle free.
Lisa spreads her milky, supple, thighs; placing her feet on either side of Jules, to balance herself. Jules tries to wrap her legs around Lisa’s, attempting a grapevine. But, Lisa keeps her legs moving, wriggling around on top of Jules, to avoid the hold.
After some brief leg fencing, Lisa is able to wrap both of her legs around Jules’ left leg, locking it in a scissor hold. At present Lisa is still caught in Jules’s half nelson. Her left arm is trapped and useless, her free hand relieves some of the pressure on her throat. Lisa has her legs wrapped around Jules left leg. It’s a real stalemate. Each girl is pretty much immobile, save Jules right leg, which can’t do much on it’s own.
Lisa decides to commit to and offensive strategy and pulls her free hand from between her neck and Jules arm. “What’s she thinking?” wonders Jules, as she pours on the pressure, intending to choke Lisa out. Her question is answered abruptly. Lisa, legs scissored around Jules right leg, is twisted across Jules at angle that exposes the right side of Jules’ ribcage. She swings her arm out, and jerks it back, sending a stiff elbow into Jules’ ribs.
The blow is solid, causing Jules to grunt from the sudden, sharp, pain. Another elbow hits home, with an audible “THUNK!” as Jules suppresses second grunt. Meanwhile, Lisa is weakening with every passing moment in Jules’s strangle hold. Lisa keeps up the assault, sending back, blow after blow. Each is a little weaker than the last. But, each hurts Jules a bit more, her ribs growing tender. Another blow. And another. Jules has had enough. She relinquishes the half nelson and switches to a full nelson, trapping Lisa other arm and ending the assault on her ribs.
As Jules releases her choke, Lisa swallows air desperately. Her chest heaves and falls rapidly, replenishing her deprived body with oxygen. Lisa is so busy breathing that she forgets about her legs and quickly finds herself trapped, not only in a full nelson, but a grapevine leg spread to boot.
Jules wastes no time as Lisa feels the muscles in her inner thighs pull tighter and tighter as Jules pries her legs apart with her own firm, lower body. As Jules strains harder, she hears Lisa begin to SQUEAL. Jules is not cruel by nature, but the sound of her friend’s pain is welcome at this point. She’s already a fall behind and getting a submission out of Lisa was proving very difficult. And she thought she had this thing in the bag. Before the match, her only concern was that she might hurt Lisa. The possibility of loosing never entered her mind.
Outside, near the rear entrance of the arena, Jules paces slowly. She’s dressed in sweats and tennis shoes. Jules warms up her muscles as she paces, rotating her shoulders and swinging her arms. She cracks her knuckles out of habit, as someone calls out to her from behind.
Melissa, thirty-something, Hispanic, with beautiful lips, walks up to Jules. She’s wearing a “Petite Power” jacket and has the air of a manager.
MELISSA
There you are. The girls and I weren’t even sure you were here yet. Is something wrong?
JULES
No. I’m fine. I’m ready.
MELISSA
I’m sorry about putting your match in the expo, but you two are very popular. When the fans heard Lisa was back in town they were raving for a match between you two; MORE THAN EVER. I’m sorry to do this to you guys, but the exposure could do a lot for the league.
JULES
I know. And I’m not upset. It’s good that we’re going to have a real match. We’ve put it off for too long.
MELISSA
So, you’re sure you’re ok?
JULES
Yeah. How’s Lisa.
MELISSA
(shocked)
You haven’t talked to her yet?!
JULES
I thought it better to wait till’ after the match.
MELISSA
No wonder you’re nervous. Come on, you guys are gonna talk right now.
Jules is going to protest but Melissa cuts her off.
MELISSA
No, not a word. I’m not gonna have you guys shuffling around, all awkward, in front of a capacity crowd.
Melissa leads her away.
While, Jules’ mind drifts back, Lisa, in pain, looks for an escape. Lisa’s upper arms are immobilized in the full nelson, but her hands and forearms can still move enough. Lisa reaches behind her head and grabs Jules’ middle fingers. Jules’ knows this will work. After all, she’s the on who taught Lisa how to escape a full nelson. But, she won’t make it easy for her. Slowly, but surely, Lisa peals Jules’ hands away. Jules keeps the pressure on Lisa’s groin the whole time, their muscles taunt and quivering.
Once Lisa pulls Jules’ arms loose, she reaches for one of her own knees with both hands, pulling her thighs closed and rolling free from Jules. But, as she rolls off, Jules grabs her in a bear hug. Both girls are now lying on their sides. Jules has one arm pinned, uncomfortably, under Lisa’s body, but she still has the advantage, with both of Lisa’s arms trapped in her bear hug.
Lisa thrashes around, as Jules squeezes her, trying to suppress her frustration. “Every time I get free, she just locks back on to me again!” Lisa’s brain screams. “I have to be more aggressive. But, I have to wrestle smart. I can’t waist my strength with idle struggling.” Lisa settles down, trying to remain calm in Jules’ python grip.
“New plan!” Lisa’s got it! She pushes down on the mat with her legs, in a kind of sideways bridge. This puts a lot of her weight on to her upper body; Right on to Jules’ pinned arm. Jules grinds her load-bearing shoulder back and forth, smashing Jules’ arm beneath her. In no time Jules is crying out. She releases Lisa, who rolls away.
Jules rocks to and fro, slightly, while vigorously massaging her arm. Lisa springs on top of her and folds Jules’ legs over her body, pointing Jules’ ass in the air as her own knees hit the mat on either side of her head. Lisa squats on top of her, putting Jules in a matchbook pin. With the girls combined bodyweight resting on Jules shoulders, Lisa gets an easy three count.
Lisa goes to her corner, warily, leaving Jules alone on the mat, beaten and panting, for the second time today.
“Second Fall to Lisa!” booms the announcer.
Jules picks herself up and walks to her corner, as the crowed goes ape-shit around her. What an upset this was turning out to be!
To Be Continued…