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BadTasha:

Olga_the_cutie: I get onto the ring as well, rolling under the lowest rope, as i then stand up, wearing a one piece magenta bikini, barefooted as i stretch myself too, tying my hair up in a ponytail. After a few minutes, i get in a guard stance, ready to start

Olga_the_cutie:

BadTasha: I eye you up and down. You're no push-over, and I can tell. We silently stretch in our corners, before meeting ring center. "Ready to get wrapped up, doll?" I flash you a wink, bringing up my arms, ready to lock up with you

Olga_the_cutie: As the match starts, i get closer to you while i circle around the ring, as i try to establish a collar and elbow lock up, trying to push you backwards with my body strenght, testing your resistence out

BadTasha: As you step forward and latch on to my collar and elbow, I do the same. My palms smacking into your skin as we begin to grapple for supremacy. I dig my bare feet into the canvas, the struggle starting with a very textbook move. I grit my teeth and slide my hand on your elbow to your bicep, attempting to use my leverage to pull outwards on your arm and force your hand off my neck, and follow up by clutching onto your leg in a single-leg takedown

Olga_the_cutie: As we establish a lock up, we both push each other, trying to get an early advantage onto the opponent... You move your arm to get mine off of your neck, as you crouch down, catching one of my legs, raising that up as you're going for a single leg takedown! I jump onto my pivot foot, trying to keep my balance... But i then let myself fall onto my back, as i try to catch your back head with my hands, hopefully locking my ankles behind your back in a bodyscissor, trying to gain a guard position on the ground eventually

BadTasha: I manage to pull your leg out from under you in the takedown, and we both go crashing down, with you cushioning my own fall. But you're smart enough to know your way around grappling, as my head gets pulled snug against your tummy, with your legs moving around my torso, securing the bodyscissor. Facing your tummy, I am in a terrible position to fight from, and so I try to pull my head out of your grip, while simultaneously grabbing at your wrists to try and pull your hands away

Olga_the_cutie: We both fall down, as i manage to block you in both my holds... You immediately try to pry my hands, in order to pull your head out like and ostrich: i use my legs grip to try and push you on a side, using the momentum to eventually get on top of you, releasing your head at that point

BadTasha: Those slender legs come into play now, they first act as an impediment to me being able to maneuver, before..."OHHH!" I am stunned as you turn me over in one swift movement, putting me down on my back, allowing my head to drop on the canvas, and yourself perched on top of me in a reversal. You're good, and there's no fighting that fact, and so I try to dig my elbows and feet, trying to buck up and force you off of me

Olga_the_cutie: I manage to roll both of us, as i land sitting on top of you in a mount position, getting you back onto the mats... You immediately buck your hip up, pushing with your feet and elbows as well! I crouch onwards, putting my hands next to your ears, trying to keep myself on balance as i try to stay sitted onto your belly... If i succed in doing so, i then try to catch your right wrist, pulling them towards my breast as i swing my legs smoothly, trapping that arm of yours between my thights, laying down as i pull your arm in an armbar!

Olga_the_cutie:

BadTasha: I start to unsettle you on top of me. I buck once, I buck twice, and you're only moving upwards. I need to pivot some more for the third buck, but before I can go through with it, you grab hold of my wrist and I am forced to pivot to the side. Moving to my shoulder, before I feel your smooth skin weigh down on either side of my arm, your legs straightening out in front of me, my arm stretched behind me. "OUUWWW FUUUCK!" I groan, trying to tug on my arm and free it before you secure the armbar that is surely going to put some pain on!

Olga_the_cutie: I quickly turn onto myself, laying straight down onto the mats, legs over your throat and breast as my feet stretch all out to my toes to block you down onto the mats, as i pull your hand right between my boobs in a straight armlock! I see you trying to pull your arm away from my grasp... But i adjust your hand, having your thumb pointing upwards as i buck my hip into your elbow, trying to give a nice stretch onto that, increasing the pressure onto your joint: "got ya!~"

BadTasha: I push up at one of your legs, while tugging at my ensnared arm, but you are far too along the process by now. You give me a very firm reminder of who's in charge now as you twist my hand, and buck into my elbow, drawing a sharp scream from my lips. "Ohhhh fuckkkkk!" I groan as the pain shoots through my arm and jolts my whole body, making my toes scrunch and my legs kick out towards you. But not even coming close to grazing you as I squirm in your grip

Olga_the_cutie: You manage to get one of my legs out of the way as i manage to get a nice buck into your elbow joint though, having you to scream in pain out loud, looking at you legs kicking out as you toes go wild due to the pain! As i try to keep the hold locked in, i put the foot of the leg you pushed away onto your face, as i try to add some humiliation other than the high pain the armbar is giving you, as i'm wondering what are you planning for to escape the hold, giving another nice pull to your arm: "Are you done Tasha?~"

BadTasha: It takes all the effort I can give from this position without getting my joint dislocated to push one of your legs off me. I continue to squirm and pull, push my feet into the canvas, try to free myself, but to no avail. All I manage to do is go back to square one, as your leg comes pressing back down to my face, drawing a blank on what to do next, before you give my arm another pull. A repeat of your last tug is playing on my mind now, and this was a warning. "Urghhh! Let me gooo..." Is all I can squirm out, as I bury my face into the canvas

Olga_the_cutie: I manage to give another pull to your arm, as you squeal in pain once again! But... You're not tapping out yet, and that's pretty impressive, but also annoying... Since i don't want to cause bad injuries, i decide to let go of your arm, as i roll backwards, getting onto my knees, as i then try to jump back onto you, trying to force you to roll face down eventually, planning my next move

BadTasha: I am wincing, groaning, and pretty much putting everything into biting back another scream until I feel my arm start to numb. I'm all but done here until you let go of my arm to get up on your knees. I use this opportunity to roll away, wincing as I roll over my hurting arm to safety. Trying to recover from the brutal hold you just had me in

Olga_the_cutie: You roll away onto your hurt arm as i won't waste any time, getting right back into action! I get closer as i try to get towards your blind spot, pushing your back to make you roll through some more, until you're facing the mats... If i manage to do so, i sit onto your back, facing your head: "Watch out for the neeeeckkk..." i say taunting a bit

BadTasha: I am not ready for your speed and athleticism, already burning out a lot of fuel before you come shoving me onto my front. I slip and tumble, and without warning, feel a weight drop down on top of my back. I wince again, using my better arm to try and push myself up and roll you off from on top of me if I can

Olga_the_cutie: I manage to roll you face down, getting on top of your back as you lay under me, trying to push your left arm onto the mats, in order to make me get off eventually... i pull that arm of yours, making you fall back down, as i wrench that upwards, trying to lock in a kind of fujiwara armbar, working your healthy arm a bit too

Olga_the_cutie:

BadTasha: Your position gives you the pivot you need to easily push my arm down. Ungh! I grunt as you pin my arm down, but instead of staying put in a dominant position, you proceed to make it even harder for me to fight back. "OUWWW FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" I groan out just as you wrench my healthy arm up. My head lifting off the canvas, hair matted on my face, frustratingly kicking at the canvas as you work my 2nd limb

Olga_the_cutie: I force you face down onto the mat, making you sink into the mattress as i bend your left arm upwards, extending that, getting some real pain onto your shoulder, as i pull onto your wrist to give some pain onto your elbow as well: "What's wrong Tasha? I've changed the arm at least! Ahahaha" i say, fooling you around

BadTasha: You're merciless in your punishment, and I squirm and spasm all the same as I was earlier when you were targetting my other arm. I am too out of breath to snap back with a response, throwing my weight left and right in frustration, trying to tilt one way and the other, but quickly finding my resolve depleting as you do not even give me an inch

Olga_the_cutie: I feel you trying to shake yourself a bit, but soon you stop that, as you're losing your will to fight back... As i get that impression, after one last stretch, i drop your arm down, as i now turn towards your shoulders: i try to block both of your arms under my legs, as i try to bend backwards to catch one of your foot at a time, locking them under my armpits in order to pull your legs along with me, as i get back sitted onto your back, trying to apply a reverse boston crab!

Olga_the_cutie:

BadTasha: I know better than to know it's the end after you've let go of a part of me, and so when you drop my arm, and shift your weight, I know I'm in trouble. And yet, I couldn't muster the energy to fight back. You've swept me in this grappling fight, and I am in for some more pain, this time on my remaining two limbs that had so far been spared. "URGGGHHHHHH!" I groan into the canvas. I can't take it. The pain alongside my lack of will to fight is overwhelming...Tapping, tapping with both my hands on the canvas

Olga_the_cutie: I manage to block your arms under my legs, as i trap your feet under my armpits, pulling onwards as i bend your lower back, getting a lot of pressure onto your thights, having you to groan into the canvas like a crazy, as i see your hands tapping, tapping and tapping frenetically onto the mats, as you can't take this much pain any longer! I keep the hold a few more seconds, pretending not to have seen your taps as i crouch onwards to give you one last stratch before dropping your legs down onto the canvas, raising my arms up, flexing my biceps: "I won Tasha!"

Olga_the_cutie:

BadTasha: My groans and moans grow in intensity as you continue to stretch me out on the canvas despite my surrender, and it only adds to my humiliation before you finally let go. My legs springing back to the canvas and bouncing off of it, I lay there, trying to hug myself, but even unable to do that with your knees pressing down on my arms while you flex on top of me after thoroughly beating me in a one-sided grapple