PicFight [REMASTERED]

LaylaaBish: It was finally time for me to break in my new partner. After my usual stretching routine I would step up behind the curtain and walk out, eyes looking around at the private ring, no audience to annoy me or distract me so that all my attention could be focused on this phat assed simp of mine. Next I would strut down the ramp, it wasn’t a long distance until I reached the apron, then, a simple hop up and a low and slow movement of my body through the ropes had me in the ring. The lights were dimmed and a soft shade of red that added to the intimate vibe. A smirk could be seen on my face as I took a few skips to my corner and then leaned back. I would take off my bucket hat and toss it aside as I relaxed and patiently awaited my new loser~

LaylaaBish:

Mommy_Anna: Quickly getting dressed in my usual outfit, I get my light stretches in, some deeps breaths to ease any nerves, and start my quick walk out to the ring. Any nervousness in my mind is at ease when I notice the completely private setting, with all focus on my cute, bratty wife waiting in the ring for me. Once I arrive at the base of the ring, I get one leg up and swiftly weave my body between the ropes, showing my eagerness to finally face you. My eyes are slightly drawn to you - noticing that cocky smirk on your face - I give you an unimpressed eye roll before making my way to the opposite corner. I lean back in the corner, relaxed but more focused in contrast to your demeanor.

Mommy_Anna:

LaylaaBish: Just the sight of you approaching the ring excited me. I was certain you were nervous and so I obviously thought that was adorable. My smirk never left my face, and when you finally entered the ring I would lock eyes with you, then lick along my lips. Your eyeroll was noted and mentally giggled at. “It’s time to play Anna. I hope you’re ready~” I would say in a sweet but mocking tone. My hands were now raised up, no bell would start us because there was no ref or crowd. Every noise came from us now as I stepped forward, giving you a wink as I initiated our little playtime with outstretched arms as I neared the center of the ring. “Mwah <3” I was now just waiting for you to come and get it!

Mommy_Anna: I don't hesitate to push myself off my corner as soon as I see you leave yours. "That confidence just looks adorable on you Layla! Part of me might even feel bad for breaking it~" trying to mimic your tone of voice in a taunting manner. I slowly approach you in the ring, in a slightly irregular rhythm to draw out an over anticipation from you. Getting within arm's reach, I try to snatch at your wrist, while also keeping more of weight on my backfoot to look for a potential counter to any early aggression from you. "I'll save all the kissies for after I beat you" ;3

LaylaaBish: I knew we just started but it already seemed my amazing personality was affecting you. Gosh what a simp! “Aww ya think I’m perfect and the best? Why thank you!” I say, tone still snippy as we are now within arms reach. You then reach for my wrist, a snappy movement and you didn’t just throw yourself at me (although you definitely seem like you want to, simp). By now I decided if you were gonna play like this, I would just be the aggressor! You would successfully grab my wrist, so I would grab onto your wrist with my free hand and yank it in towards my sternum, twisting my body immediately after and trying to back my ass into your body and go to plant my right foot on the outside of your right leg. I would attempt to pull you off balance and ruin your defensive posture.

Mommy_Anna: I try to hide any lingering concern about your confidence, knowing that you're trying to get in my head to get me flustered. "I might have been simping just a lil... or maybe I was just trying to inflate that cute ego of yours ♥" I say in a sassier tone, trying to draw some mindless aggression out of you. I finally get a good grip on your wrist - feeling you counter right away - letting out a little yelp as I'm forcefully yanked towards you. I try to pull away, but the leverage you're able to get from twisting your body makes it essentially impossible. Noticing the position of your foot and body posture being parallel to mine, I abandon my defensive stance, in favor of talking advantage of the fact you just gave your back to me. I use my free arm to reach around your waist, with my left foot planted right in front of yours - trying to force a trip takedown that would put you on your knees while giving me control of your back.

LaylaaBish: I had no plans on releasing your wrist any time soon. I would keep my ass backed into you so I could lean down and keep my upper body away from you while you had my back. I probably could’ve been smarter about this but I was insistent on being aggressive! I felt your arm around my waist then, and I would peek down, then feel the slightest touch of your foot brushing against mine as you started to go for the trip. There was no way I was going back on my strategy now. My grip tightened in your wrist and I would suddenly go for a granby roll, tucking my upper body down towards my knees and essentially flopping to my side to try and ruin any plans of you jumping on my back, and instead attempting to work towards a guard position if I can.

Mommy_Anna: I feel the tightened grip you have on my wrist - while I still keep a grip on one of yours - remaining separated from any ambitious submission attempts. As you lean forward, I try to get my chest closer to your back, but you ass pushing back on me keeps that valuable separation for you. While attempting the trip I barely notice your quick upper body movement, eventually turning into a granby roll attempt. I quickly turn my wrist grip around while you roll over to your side, ensuring I can still keep full control of one arm. Although the chest to back separation stopped me from performing any aggressive move, I push my body forward into you during your roll attempt, trying to prevent a transition to a full guard - instead keeping you on your side with me on top.

LaylaaBish: It seemed as though I was able to stop the threat of my previous position, you were still right on me… literally. I was clutching onto your wrist tightly, my feet kicking, trying to plant down onto the canvas yet you were holding onto me, preventing such from happening. “Get off of me you phat ass noob!” I would say with a grumble as I began a new attack. No longer playing it safe I would let go of your wrist and shoot my free arm up to grab the back of your head and pull your face into my chest if I could. While working on that I would be trying to turn my body, trying now to frame your waist with my legs as I tried to force my back to the canvas if you’d let me.

Mommy_Anna: I keep my hips leveled and start to work more of my size advantage on you, trying to drain any energy from you during your wasted effort to kick and plant your feet. "what's wrong Layla... didn't expect a bigger and stronger girl to make you feel helpless?~" I say in a taunting tone, catching my breath in between. I'm caught a bit off guard when you release the grip on my wrist, not being able react to you grabbing the back of my head - forcing it into your chest. I begin to react more aggressively, repositioning my hips and making sure I'm able to take advantage of my lower body strength for any quick movements that are needed; however, my adjustment is a bit too late to stop you from rolling onto your back. My grip on your wrist is almost completely loosened from the reposition, so I choose to frame up my hips, eventually positioning myself in a half mount - attempting to transition into either side control or a full mount based on your defensive priority.

LaylaaBish: My positioning seemed to be getting worse and worse. Then to make things triple worse you had the nerve to start yapping away like you’re in some super advantageous position. “How about you get off and shut up!” I would shout, my tone resembling someone that is a little flustered, and a little frustrated. A lil bit of a LOL position as I glare up at you. Surely enough this was wearing me out. I would keep my hand on the back of your head and keep hugging your face to my chest, it wasn’t quite a thorough smother but it was surely enough to annoy you. The only thing I could guarantee is that my right arm is sliding lower, attempting to wrap around the back of your neck to keep your head smooshed into my breasts.

Mommy_Anna: I continue to advance my position slowly, making sure that you feel my weight on top of you, looking to take full advantage of my position to sap as much of your energy. "I'll get off of you once you're taking a nice little nap under me... or maybe I wont, I'm pretty comfy up here~" i say trying to tease you - hoping to draw out more of that frustration that's been causing you to drain yourself. I'm unable to free my head from being pressed loosley against your chest, and it does make it harder for me to breath - slowing my advance into a mount "ugh.. in any other situation, I might actually be enjoying this". I attempt to quickly swing my hips over, getting my legs on either side of your torso, which could give me more leverage to free the hold you have around my neck. Firstly making sure I can secure the full mount before attempting to advance any further

LaylaaBish: I would growl at your foolish words. “Just you wait!!” My voice was sharper that time. The constant disturbance to my focus was the noises coming from your face. This was obviously cheating. Nonetheless I persevered. My right forearm was snaked around the back of your neck. You kept trying to advance into the full mount as I did my best to hold you down. Our labored breaths filled the room, showing that we have been struggling for position for a good bit now. I would then try and raise my left arm up, under your right arm and try and clasp my hands together to try and hold you from getting full mount!

Mommy_Anna: I get a bit of satisfaction hearing your words, with that hint of frustration, trying to press my body down as you speak to interrupt your breathing. I can feel the drained state you're in, my head to your chest signaling deep, labored breaths each time it rises and falls. I try to keep my breathing steady, but as you're able to clasp your hands together, each struggled advancement to full mount proves to be a waste of energy - forcing the slight labored hitch in my breath. I keep my body pressed down on you, knowing that the sharpness in your tone undersells how drained you are in contrast to how your body is reacting. I try to wait for the right moment - listening to your labored breathing - to attempt to power my hips across your mid section to finally force the full mount. I let you keep your hands clasped, since it ensures that you're not able to set up a stiff frame attempt.

LaylaaBish: There is suddenly a miracle. You’ve stopped talking, and I didn’t even have to make you! This was a sign of progress. I couldn’t really move right now, your entire weight was still on top of me but I had my hands together and kept holding you down. However, after thinking about it, I would let go, and instead reached for your ears! I would cover both of them with my hands and try to force your head back as I tried to plant my right foot on the canvas after bending my knee. My goal would be to gain a little leverage to be able to try and escape if you rose up even in the slightest bit off of my body!

Mommy_Anna: I continue push for the full mount, struggling to control my breathing as we're pressed tightly against each other. Right as I attempt to swing my hips, your hand positioning changes in order to create separation. I quickly change my hand positioning to weave underhooks between your now outstretched arms - since my hips aren't in place to stop you from planting your foot and bending your knee. I try to I use my strength to remove that upper body separation again, in order to give me time to plant my heavy hips down on your midsection for the full mount.

LaylaaBish: While trying to force your head back your under-hooks stopped me from separating as you advanced. When you did move up I tried to move, using my right leg to push off of the canvas until you dropped back on top of me, my leg then flopping back down as I let out a groan. Hands slipping off of the sides of your head so I now try to reapply a hug around your body to keep you from moving again!

Mommy_Anna: I take a deep sigh of relief as my hips are finally firmly planted on your midsection - securing the full mount that took a lot out of me. I keep my body pressed snugly against yours, feeling every bit of your exhaustion in comparison to mine. I take some deep shaky breaths before I finally get the energy to go for the finish in your weakened state. I slowly shift my hips up your body, getting my knees just below either side of your chest - using my lower body leverage in an attempt to pry free from your tight hug, looking to try and isolate one of your arms in the process if I'm able to.

LaylaaBish: My breathing was quite sporadic. It feels like you’ve been on top of me for an eternity. I still can’t move and my arms strain to keep their grip around you. In sort of a last ditch effort I once more try and plant my feet onto the canvas, groaning as I do and try to turn to the left, seeing if by some way I could catch you off guard and slide you off of me as you focus on moving up my body.

Mommy_Anna: In an attempt to bully and drain you even further, I focus all my movement and actions around your sporadic breathing - waiting for a hitch in your breath to continue each attempt. As my hips stay heavy just blow your chest, I can feel you plant your feet for another escape attempt, except this time it feels like you have little left to give, hearing your groan as an audible sign. Instead of taking any risk, I just keep my heavy hips planted... trying to keep my position and make sure that a failed attempt would leave you helpless.

LaylaaBish: After this last attempt to escape my limps gave out, legs flopping back straight as my arms slid down to your waist and I let out a final growl. I was thoroughly exhausted, literally on my back forced to move with all of your weight on me for far too long for it to have worked. I just try and breathe, arms sliding down to my sides as I take deep breaths.

Mommy_Anna: I take a couple of deep... shaky breaths, looking down and seeing you completely drained, practically no fight left to give. I finally posture up, gripping one of your wrists tightly as I yank your arm over. I climb all the way up to high mount with your isolated arm, using my off hand to keep my balance, stepping one leg over your shoulder... Finally I trap your arm between my legs, rotate my hips as I set up my other leg, and lock in the mounted triangle...

LaylaaBish: I was just flat on my back. Chest rising and falling under your weight as I likely seemed like a living wrestling doll at this point. I could only stare up at you as you yank my arm where you want it and maneuver your legs around until secure the mounted triangle. Essentially no resistance given as I let out a defeated moan as you tighten it. It was like a slow execution. My face already flushed red as I let out a soft cough.

Mommy_Anna: I take another look down at you, no resistance, just accepting that your body got completely outworked... I keep the choke locked in, noticing the struggle on your face followed by your cough, I finally speak up again "Just tap out Layla... it's completely over and you know it" I say in a reasoning tone, far different than the exchanges we've had so far... I leave you the option to tap or go out cold

LaylaaBish: There was no chance I would ever tap out. Although it was getting more difficult to breathe, I just stared up at your face, locking eyes as I felt my own flutter and beg to shut. The pressure keeps increasing, but this is much needed. Even if I tried to say anything I wouldn’t make any audible sound as I was on the verge of an immediate nap.

Mommy_Anna: I sigh and roll my eyes, knowing you had the choice to tap. I keep the choke locked in... seeing you finally lose consciousness and go limp. So much satisfaction built up in me, seeing you completely defeated underneath me. While unraveling the submission hold, I shift my hips to get me knees under me again, relaxing my posture and sitting my phat ass right on that pretty face of yours... can't help but give my hips a little wiggle in relief... "Nice try Layla... but your confidence should have been gone as soon as I got a hold of you..."

LaylaaBish: My body was light and compliant. Eyes closed, lips smushed together. Soft breathing. As you released the submission my limp, doll like body fell flat again. Arms straight at my sides as my hair was fanned out. Then, my perfect face was turned into a seat for your phat simp ass. The wiggle buried my facial features further and fully muffled any sounds I made. It was official, I had been totally bested.