Round 4

"Round 4. Go."

This time as I approached Katie she seemed to have a confident stance. It even seemed like she had shifted her posture forward, daring me to approach. I tried to grab her arms but he expertly shifted her body to the side to avoid me. Moving towards her new position, I decided to switch tactics and grab her around the stomach. Again, she moved out of my grasp. I was getting more tired by the second while she seemed to be gaining energy. But I knew that delaying it was useless, so this time I charged directly at her, taking her down with a football-style tackle. She was surprised by this, and because of my larger frame I was able to take her down quite easily. When we both on the ground, I got up to my knees facing her body and tried to move around to the side to attempt my usual pin, but Katie wouldn't let me. If I moved to my right, she would twist her body to her left, if I moved to my left, she would twist her body to her right, always keeping me in her guard, as if daring me to engage with her head on. I resigned to the fact that there was no going around this (literally) so I moved forward to try and pin her arms. As soon as I got close enough to grab her arms, I saw no signs of resistance on her face. She was not struggling, and in fact had a confident smile on her face. When I finally pinned her hands to the mat, I felt a soft pain in my stomach. She had locked her ankles behind my back in a bodyscissors. "Yes! Right into my trap." As Carla started the count, I felt Katie's grip tighten and she started to squeeze harder, driving air out of my lungs. I would have stopped the pin and tried to pry her leg off if I thought I had enough energy to do so, but at this point I was too spent. I knew my best shot at alleviating the pain was to complete the pin. That was harder said than done though. As the count reached 5 I felt a distinct sharp pain around my left side immediately followed by the same pain on the other side. It wasn't enough to get me to submit, but combined with the ballbusting it was weakening me considerably. I had no idea how I got through the entire thing while holding Katie's arms to the ground, but to my relief Carla reached 10 and I had won that round. I slumped out of the scissors to my side and then to my back at Katie's feet as she got up slowly and stared down at me.

I barely was able to stand up at this point. My legs just held my body up for enough time for Katie to get into position and prepare to deliver 4 kicks to my groin. She had removed her hands from her hips and they were now dangling at her sides. She smirked as she ran up to my prone body and delivered her hardest kick yet. My legs immediately gave out and I crumpled down to my knees.

I remained on the ground on all fours looking down at the ground. As soon as I mustered the strength to get back to my knees and look up at Katie her foot was already half-way to my balls. As soon as the kick connected I fell back down except this time I laid my head directly on the mat. Not a second later I feel Katie's foot below my face. She uses her foot to raise my head back up so that again I was on my knees. I had a pleading look in my eyes, almost begging her to end my suffering now. I was done with the wrestling, done with the ballbusting, I was ready to submit to her.