Strike OR Pass

18:04 SamWright: Having recently joined the campus wrestling club thanks to some senior students, I have found the matches extremely fun and started building a reputation in the community. As a professor, my presence is still doubted by a lot and I have to keep proving myself. Set to face a freshman today, who I haven't met before, I arrive to the matted room of the gym, quite late for a Thursday, but the seniors always have keys for such occasions. A private setting for this best of 3 nhb match, and I am confident for the win based on my skill and experience as I dress down from my jeans and shirt to a pair of grey trunks only ,my skinny lean figure showing off under the light, standing at 158cm 48kg. Warming up a bit on the mats as I wait for you to show up, having arrived 5 minutes early for this

18:10 Emma-Felicity: I know that campus from some friend from my school, it includes also many matches of nhb that are thrill to try, being new to this, I am having the best part of pressure, such as proving myself and challenging my obstacles. The professor of the campus is my opponent, and how could it be not stressful and making me nervous already? I step into the place and get on the mats, you were there since a while, your frame is very amazing, your body looks strong and healthy, with your grey short and shirt, displaying your muscles, masculinity if it was a body, I will enjoy this, I like giving beating to people, no holds barred rules make me really motivated to try wat I decide to because there isn't verymuch of rules and limits, the gym matted room will hold a bet of three rounds of fighting, I am in my casual clothing of simple bra hidden under my shirt, with my pants giving me freedom to move "I will start, okay?" I step inside he mats and widen my legs for stability, before starting to circle sideways, I run to you and extend my leg, trying to tackle you from your shin.

18:10 Emma-Felicity:

18:17 SamWright: You finally show up, a younger beautiful fit blonde, slightly shorter than me but bigger than me overall. I grin, as you walk in,able to notice a hint of nervousness already by your entrance, your outfit engulfing your physique well. Smiling as I can tell from your first glances you like what you see, my body might be lacking size and muscle but I always like how it makes girls like you...excited. "Welcome Emma... like what you see?" I add knowingly to emit confidence, as I get ready for this. You keep your words short which I take as another sign of nervousness but I look to stay concentrated myself "Sure thing..." I say and get in position as I raise my guard, seeing you coming at me low. I am alert , noticing you move quickly, but able to hop to the side and dodge the tackle , before stepping in and trying to reach for your head ,aiming to get you in a side headlock while you're getting back up

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18:22 Emma-Felicity: My run was somehow not very enough to take you down, as our stats are very close, your frame is well built but we look alike in height and weight, when you show that you are very ready, by avoiding my tackle. You go and engae both of your arms, trying to reach for my head in order to lock my neck, my head turns with your hands, I let out a small voice indicating my vulnerability "hnnnnn.... unnhhh" I turn totally to the side so my body is not damaged already because it hurts a lot. I plant my hands on ours, grip on them, trying to pull as hard as I can, I am no effective, but I am settled by the side of you. So I lock my calf under your inner thigh, anchoring my leg I try to reap it up, hoping to take you down off balanced

18:26 SamWright: I move quickly and with precision ,locking both my slimmer arms around your head as I yank you into my side "Not so fast , are you Emma" I tease as you grab my arm with little leverage and that allows me to apply the squeeze and pour on the pressure on your head as I try to work on the hold, hearing your audible reaction as I am pressed to your side while you try to adjust "what's wrong...first round is a learning one is it" I continue but also grit my teeth in effort, when I feel your leg moving under mine and pulling me , knocking me off balance and I have to break my grip as I manage to jump back a bit with the other leg, and stumbling back, I manage to finally find my footing to stay upright , this girl has technique as well I am thinking

18:30 Emma-Felicity: You keep your resistance against me, taunting me, trying to send me that illusion that I am weak and not able to match you, doubting my skills and confidence, telling me that I may come all the way to this campus and lose to you. But things change in a wild way when I have knocked you down, managing to free myself and roll forwards, I turn back to you, then see you stumble back then get up, I mirror you and o the same, loosen and roll my neck, before running to you again, I docs on your armpit now, trying to get more into the wrestling mode, I opn my legs, and hook my right hand behind your neck, reachable for mr since we have the same height, and try to pull you down for me, I bend my back for more effort, my other hand ready to catch yours so maybe I can have even more control on you

18:36 SamWright: The mental game can be a part of this match and in my experience it has helped me before, my words trying to add to every opening or hold I get. I finally find my balance close to the wall, but my stumbling has given you the time to get up and then you charge at me as I brace with my legs crouching and ready to engage. Trying to reach under my arm and the back of my neck as I raise my own hands against you to block your attempt to control my head first , as our free hands grapple on the opposite side when I feel you catching mine, feeling quite a grip from your side. Arching my head back to avoid you securing my neck in your strong arm and locking my hands with yours , initiating a lockup in this position in my attempt to defend, my expression changing to more serious one "argh...not gonna...be that easy..."

18:41 Emma-Felicity: That you are now arching your back so your head ges even farther from me having some support to use, here is my tricky plan to stop you : I will try and quickly hook your left leg batween mine just under my crotch, I will rotate myself so quickly to reach you, ideally my belly touching your side, now my hand would slide around your nack, and since I am in that position, I would attempt to tackle you down once again, but this time thingsare different. I will attempt to lock around your leg, apply enough weight to make your small frame collapse, curling my body around you, ideally I would try to wrap my les around that ankle of you, and since my hand is on your neck, your back arched, I will try to pull you even more to put you on an uncomfortable position, gritting my teeth and grunting from effort

18:46 SamWright: Looking to initiate a lockup, not sure if I would have been able to push you back at all, but at least it would stop you from controlling my head, however I see you have other plans as you stay on the offensive, you detach your hands from mine before we fully engage and get your leg between mine, your body pressing into my side over my leg, while you wrap me up with your left arm. Not having expected such skill from the rookie but you now use your weight to bring my lighter body down when you disturb my balance, making my legs buckle as I fall to the mat with you clinging onto me "argh..woh...shit" I grunt as we fall to the mat, and your legs now stay around my left leg "agh" , my hands trying to both pull against your left arm that's around my neck and pulls at my spine , to get some space as I try to turn towards you on the ground , my leg trapped between your lower limbs , feeling you all over me

18:51 Emma-Felicity: Satisfied with the process, I see that you are pulling against my hands and trying to use them as a leverage, but I quickly undo them once I feel your effort, here is what I will try now, as you are looking for me, I immediately lean backwards as far as possible, in order to avoid you, in such a way my back will touch your shin, my wrapped legs keep yours locked for me, allowing me to change my position and rearrangeit in such a way now my heels are just next to your crotch but not touching it. You are facing me, but now I am at the opposite side, both of my hands are free while my body is on your leg, Ibend over and hook both of my arms, trying to look for your second leg, I extend my whole body trying to catch it, so I can prepare to eventually block you in this round

18:55 SamWright: Tried to defend up top first as I am aware trying to free my leg from between your might be both time wasting and futile. Moving around me like a wild cat while keeping control of my leg but now wrapping it up higher. I sit up with my hands on the mat as your back leans over my trapped leg and your arms wrap around my right leg as well, trapping it in their embrace as you limit my movements more and more each second in this round. Sitting up , I can barely reach you as I look to grab for the back of your head or neck , needing to pull you off of me before your next move "agh shit...come on"

18:58 SamWright: (oh Amalia knows about our match already haha)

18:59 Emma-Felicity: The more your arms are trying to find my head, the more I am even leaning backwards, trying to make you bend ourself over to reach me, I completely lay on the mats, while you only can reach for my legs, I quickly grip with both of my hands on your feet, trying to roll backwards this time, the goal is that since I am locking your legs, I would control your momentum easily, and the purpose is making you locked on your stomach, limiting your movement...which will make the submission easier

19:02 SamWright: You have found the way to methodically controll both of my legs fully as your legs have wrapped up my left and your arms have locked onto my right. Hard for me to reach and impossible when you lean back as I brace myself on the mat, hoping to find the opening I need to escape. You roll your body and take my smaller frame with you by my legs, turning me over onto my stomach , my hands clawing at the mat "argh damn..." grunting as I strain to pull away. I expect you to perhaps transition to a boston crab and if I am right I will try to use my left leg when it's released from your legs, to kick at the back of your knee to see if I can pull the other one also free, but if I am wrong, I am just trying to crawl against you

19:09 Emma-Felicity: Now that you are trying to slip away both of your legs, my plan to encounter will be releasing completely your leg from my grip, and then lock it on your already wrapped leg, so once you are trying to slip it, you find my grip limiting your move. Also, since I was rolling, that wouldn't be very much useful now since I am not locking both your legs, so to apply a painful torque on you, I cross my arms and elbows on your ankle then lean backwards an arch my back as far as I can, trying to -at the same time- push onyour crotch and hip with my legs, twisting my waist, trying to appl a good torque on our ankle, knowing that you are pretty far away from me now "mmm... submit! submit!"

19:13 SamWright: My assumption and prediction seems to be out of place as you stay locked onto me briefly and you let go of the right leg instead. Focusing on my wrapped up left leg, your arms wrap around the lower part of it to apply a painful ankle lock as you sit on my side, and pull back, applying extreme pressure on my leg, making me yelp in pain , as the pressure curses through me "AAAAGH fuuuck" , making me feel it bad despite my flexibility , as I claw at the mat, wincing in agony. "Fuuuck" shouting as this rookie has a lot of skill in her arsenal. Fighting to endure the pain , as I look to see if I can twist my body towards you to unbalance you and get some freedom

19:19 Emma-Felicity: The more you are jerking your body violently sideways I am trying to curl even more around your leg, if I was on both of your legs I could be thrown off so easily, now the four of my articuations, my back and my hips, all engaged to lock that ankle of yours "yess" rotating all the way as I feel the waves of yor body slamming me over and over repeadetly, hopeflly that I am using my arched back to guide your leg like a leverage, and the more you are trying to twist towards me, the more I move my back, hips and waist to the opposite direction, creating even more uncomfortabilty

19:25 SamWright: My body trying to slam into your side but it barely even makes you flinch as you absorb it, staying attached and focused on the ankle lock that has the pressure making my leg almost numb from the pain "aagh fuck" I grunt, grimacing in pain with you increasing the pressure. Not expecting this sort of approach and my options are limited as I try to endure the pain , my hands swaying blindly backwards for a strike. Starting to contemplate tapping , not my usual reaction to a match but the pressure and discomfort are worsening. In a desperate attempt, and remembering this is a nhb match, I look to reach the back of your hair and yank down sharply to see if that will make you let up as I am running out of options

19:31 Emma-Felicity: Smiling as you finally surrender for this round, I would see the grimace in your face expressing how much you are of an uncomfortble situation due to my skils that limited your options, I release you and get up, knowing that you are completely fine, Iget back to the edge of the mats and jump twice and thrice, getting ready for round two "okay, here is one for me" I smirk and get perpared again, rolling my articulations "I did want to agree on wrestling, now you were tapping out for me in your own style, professor"

19:37 SamWright: Even reaching for your hair doesn't work and I eventually tap on the mat in frustration, to how I was caught in such a hold that made the pain unbearable and how I was outmaneuvered, something I am not accustomed to. "damn Emma...you're going to pay for this..." retreating my leg and rubbing it a bit to get ready for the second round , met with a taunting remark as you submitted me to get the first score. "Oh in my style people are getting put to sleep and that's what you'll get from now on..." I snarl back as I get back on my feet, taking my stance, raising my hands invitingly as I circle you

19:42 Emma-Felicity: You start taunting me and I realize there are two rounds to go, not very easy to get away easily with, but I will do my best, I see ou circling with your cocky gaze. I tap my hands together and choose to go straight for you, before widening my stance again, I lower my body and direct mu shoulder into you this time, trying to push against your belly now, hoping my lunge can push you backwards as I am now engaging my whole body against you, hoping to make you lose your balance in a different way

19:45 SamWright: Seeing your expression, my words are getting to you but I was the one made to tap in the first round and now I need to find my way for a big comeback. I have my hands up, inviting you for a lockup to see if you will take the bait for a counter and you come right at me, but driving yourself lower as I brace. Smashing your shoulder into my gut, knocking some wind out of me as you force my smaller body backwards pushing against my stomach, staggering back until my back meets the wall with a small thud, unable to stop your momentum 'woohfff damn", as this time you use brute force instead of your expert skills. Gasping once I am pushed there, but I react as I try to get my slim arms around your neck while you're bent , aiming to lock you in a front face lock

19:53 Emma-Felicity: I see you are trying to get your arms around my neck now, but I am bent low from my shoulder push, my head is down near your belly, so your arms have to reach down for me, which is not very easy for you from that angle. I feel your hands searching for my neck, but I keep my head tucked, my chin down to my chest, making it hard for you to get a clean grip. I plant my hands on your hips and push you back against the wall again, keeping you there, my shoulder still digging into your gut "not so fast... professor..." I grunt, feeling you gasp above me. I want to keep you pressed there, not letting you breathe easy, before I try to drop lower and hook my arms around one of your legs to take you down again

19:58 SamWright: Tried to counter with an offensive move this time, after being pushed all the way back to the wall, but you are effectively protecting your neck, stopping my initial thoughts for a choke , clearly having gained more confidence as you tease more and more the last few moments. Keeping me pinned against the wall as your hands press on my hips and your shoulder digs deeper into me , restricting my breathing now as I cough and pant "aaghfff..damn you...*cough*" , before you go low and take me down by my legs as I am finding my breathing back, falling to the side. I yank my leg free from you this time, remembering how you used my legs the last round , crawling backwards as I try to get separation towards the middle of the mats, keeping my guard close

20:04 Emma-Felicity: ...

20:05 Emma-Felicity: i thought i had you, your back against the wall, your breath coming out in ragged coughs, but you pulled your leg away just as i was about to wrap it up. now you are crawling away and i am lunging forward, my fingers brushing against your ankle but not quite grabbing it, you slip just out of reach. i push myself up, following you on the mats, my knees sliding as i try to close the distance. you turn and set your guard, your legs up, your body ready for me, and i hesitate for just a second because i know what you are trying to do. but i come anyway, reaching for your hips, trying to push past your knees, my arms straining as i try to break through your defense "hnngh... come on..." i grunt, but you are keeping me out, your legs pushing against my chest, and i am not getting through like i want to

20:08 SamWright: Initially you were able to move me at will from the start of this round but once I found a sip of movement , I slipped out of your grasp and moved away. You're following , the rookie being a very tough opponent, keeping me on my toes and I have to react in a timely manner as you move over me. Trying to get my legs at your sides as you look to slip through my guard. I let you move closer for a second as you seem to expose yourself for the first time, and instead move my legs higher, attempting to lock you in a headscissors from below if I can , both my hands reaching for your right wrist "agh come here...not this time..."

20:14 Emma-Felicity: You were moving me around like I was nothing at the start, but now I see the shift. I feel you let me come closer, and for a second I think I am finally getting through, but then your legs move higher, wrapping around my head, squeezing. "Hnnngh" I gasp, your thighs pressing tight against my ears, my vision blurring for a moment. Your hands grab my wrist, holding it, keeping me from pulling free. I try to plant my palms on the mat and push up, try to create even an inch of space, but your legs are too strong, too locked in. I grit my teeth, my whole body straining, my free hand clawing at your leg, trying to pry it off, but it's not working, nothing is working. "Nnngh... let... go..." I choke out, but my voice sounds small, weak, and I feel myself starting to panic just a little because I cannot get out.

20:17 SamWright: "For someone so skilled, you finally got caught...like a rookie..." I mock as my thin legs squeeze around your head , making you feel the pressure. I adjust as I am able to get some control of your hand, pulling it in between and adjusting so my legs can form a triangle choke around your neck this time, with your arm in between as you pry at my thighs "oops gotcha..." I tease as you quickly start sounding desperate. Trying to tighten the headscissors turned chokehold to see if I can tie things up quickly , my confidence not having left me but now it's back enhanced

20:24 Emma-Felicity: Your thighs are crushing my head, and then you shift, your legs reconfiguring around my neck and my arm-triangle, locked in tight. "Nnngh no " I gasp, your words mocking me. My hand is trapped, my neck squeezed, and every time I try to pull away you just tighten more. I can feel my face getting hot, my breaths shorter. I push against your thigh, try to make space, but my arms are shaking now, my strength fading. "Hnnngh... oh my God..." I wheeze, my vision dotting at the edges. My hand slaps against your hip tap tap tap and I go limp, gasping for air the second you let go, my chest heaving on the mats, defeated in this round

20:26 SamWright: I know I have you when I seal in the triangle choke, which once applied properly and fully, is a matter of time till it makes you decide whether to tap or nap. You resist for a bit but the sweet feel of your hand signaling your submission against my hip comes and I smirk satisfied I took the round. I consider holding on a bit longer but eventually release my hold as I sit back to regroup "1-1...next time, I won't let up until you are unconscious girlie..." I tease, as I got total control out of nowhere and brought the match to the deciding round

20:29 Emma-Felicity: I lay there for a moment, my chest rising and falling fast, my neck throbbing where your legs were. Your words float over me and I feel my jaw tighten. I push myself up slowly, rolling to my knees, then to my feet, my legs a little unsteady. I roll my shoulders, stretch my neck side to side, trying to shake it off. "Fine..." I mutter, not looking at you, my voice quieter than before. "last round." I step to the center of the mats, lowering my stance, my hands up but my body feeling heavy, my confidence not what it was at the start. I watch you, waiting, my breath still not quite back

20:32 SamWright: "I like how flustered rookies yet after they start being taken down" I tease , wanting to keep playing with your head ,as I also prepared for the final round, taking my time to get back on my feet as you use these moments the same way. Checking you out in your attire, you're heaving a bit more now, my skinny frame glistening as I have started to sweat. Getting into position, my hands raised invitingly once more as I start circling you, legs crouching down. "Let's finish this..." I hiss under my breath , before I lunge in to lock hands with you, but as I do , I go for your shoulders instead, wanting to bring myself close and throw my knee against your hard abs

20:36 Emma-Felicity: When you lunge, and I brace for a lockup, but you go for my shoulders instead, pulling yourself close, and then your knee drives into my stomach. "Oooff!!" The air leaves me in a rush, my body folding forward on instinct, my arms dropping to grab at your leg too late. I stumble back, gasping, my hands clutching at my midsection, and I see you already moving in again, not giving me a second to recover. "Hnngh... wait..." I wheeze, backing up, my heels touching the edge of the mats, nowhere to go... very drained but trying to do my best still

20:38 SamWright: Not only your reactions , which are no doubt very precise and showing skill from the beginning, but also your attitude has shifted after I caught you in the previous round. My knee connects and I feel you bending over from the impact, as you yield backwards. Shaking my head, liking the start of the round, I rush towards as you move towards the corner and decide to leap and throw my lighter frame against you, wanting to smash my body on yours and make you take the impact between myself and the wall "Too slow Emma...you're going to be mine now..." I blurt in the process

20:42 Emma-Felicity: Your knee knocked the wind out of me and now you are leaping, your whole body crashing into mine, slamming me back against the wall. "Hnnngh!" The impact rattles through my spine, my head bouncing back against the padding, and for a second everything goes white. Your words buzz in my ears...and I want to push back, want to shove you off, but my arms feel weak, my stomach still burning from that knee. I press my palms against your chest, trying to create space, but you are pressed right into me, your weight keeping me pinned. "Get... off..." I grunt, but my voice is thin, breathless, and I can feel my legs trembling underneath me, not sure how much longer I can stay standing, it's a matter of time that I lay down almost limp and overwhelmed

20:46 SamWright: You are not able to move out of the position on time and I crash my body on yours , the impact making you feel both me and your whole core against the wall after I land back down. I know my weight wouldn't be much of a burden normally, but the moment you press without me doing anything and I don't move back much, I realize this took a lot out of you. I jump again and bring my right arm around your neck from above, locking it with my left for a guillotine choke as my legs move at your sides, not sure if you will carry me but focusing on locking my limbs around you as I move in "Let's see how long you last Emma..."

20:52 Emma-Felicity: Your arm slides around my neck, locking in tight, and then your legs wrap around my waist, your whole body clinging to me like you belong there. "Hnnngh...no..." I gasp, my hands flying up to your arm, trying to pry it off, but my back is against the wall and you are squeezing and I cannot get any leverage. My legs buckle a little under your weight, but I am already so tired, already so drained from the last two rounds, and now I am holding you up while you choke me. I try to push off the wall, try to stagger forward and drop you onto the mats, but my arms are shaking, my neck burning, my vision starting to swim. "Nnngh... let... go..." I choke out, but it sounds pathetic, weak, and I feel my knees starting to give, my body sliding down the wall just a little as your choke sinks in deeper

20:54 SamWright: Seeing you almost slumped against the corner gives me room for support to attach myself to you and I lock in both the guillotine and my legs hooking at your sides , supporting me there as I cling onto you, suspended now "I have some moves as well you see..." I tease, trying to apply the choke from the start. You stay against the wall, holding me weight like that while I keep digging into your neck "Tap or nap love" I whisper as the seconds pass without you resisting and seeming to weaken against me

20:58 Emma-Felicity: Your arm is cutting off my air, your legs squeezing my ribs, and I am stuck here, pinned against the wall with you hanging off me like I am supposed to carry you while you choke me out. "Hnnngh..." I try to push against the wall, try to shove off and drop to my knees to break the hold, but my arms barely move, my body not listening anymore. Your words float through the haze, and I feel my eyes flutter, my grip on your arm loosening without meaning to. I cannot breathe. Cannot think. My knees buckle fully now and I slide down the wall, taking you with me, both of us sinking to the mats. I am on my knees, then my side, your choke still locked in, and my hand comes up weakly, slapping against your back once, twice taps. "Nnngh... okay... okay..." I wheeze, my body going limp beneath you, the match over.

21:01 SamWright: My guillotine choke starts to take effect, starting to become one of my signature moves in late encounters and I see it is taking effect on you now, slowly succumbing to it. You seem like you want to push forward but I am just held aloft by both your body and my grip on you, before you finally drop low, not hard enough for me to let go but enough to show you are done. Tapping to me , submitting and seeing your state I decide to let go after all, breathing heavily, after managing to compete a glorious comeback against the skilled teen "Good girl..." I sneer as I catch my breath on my back

21:08 Emma-Felicity: I lay there on the mats, my chest heaving, my neck throbbing, your words hanging over me. I want to say something back, want to wipe that smirk off your face, but I have nothing left. My arms feel heavy at my sides, my legs sprawled out, and I just stare up at the ceiling, breathing in slow, ragged gasps. You beat me. Came back from behind and choked me out in front of everyone who will hear about this. I close my eyes for a second, my jaw tight, my pride stinging worse than my neck. "You won..." I finally mutter, my voice hoarse, not moving from where I lay, not ready to look at you just yet