Melissa breaks out

Melissa twisted her body so that her legs locked around Ann's assailing arm, yanking her to the floor and locking on an arm bar submission hold. "Aaaaagh!" Ann snarled, swinging her broken stump of a guitar, but Melissa kicked her wrist and made it fly aside.

"Call me poser all you want, cunt rag, but no bitch in this league gonna say I'm a lousy fighter. Especially not some whiny emo fuck."

She shifted her weight with one of Ann's struggles, flipping her to be on her face with her bare ass up in the air. "Back in your usual pose, I see," Melissa teased, freeing a hand and letting her powerful legs hold her limb steady. Her free hand grabbed Ann's hair, forcing her pained face up before mercilessly slamming it down on the floor.