Miss H takes a close one

Tara grabbed Miss H by the hair and threw her into the ropes. As she bounced back Tara kneed her in the ribs, then took her to the mat in a guillotine ****.

"And now I'm gonna crush your head like a grape." Tara snarled. She had Miss H's neck and one of her arms trapped in her stronger arms, and she clamped down on the hold as hard as she could.

Miss H worked her arm inside the hold and grabbed Tara by the neck in a nerve hold. Tara yelled in pain. She tried to hang onto the guillotine ****, but Miss H was able to break it.

"No. Talking." Miss H tried to get the same hold on the other side of Tara's neck with her other hand. But it didn't work. Tara whipped her legs up and caught her in a jujigatame armbar.

"Snap, crackle, pop goes the elbow, unless you think you'd like to tap. NOW." Tara was serious.

Miss H was no MMA fighter but she knew a bit about the holds. She got to her knees so Tara didn't have the leverage, and tried to punch. Tara was guarding though. Then the idea came to her.

With the arm that was in the hold and all, Miss H sunk her fingers into Tara's stomach in an abdominal claw hold. Tara's abs, which had been brutalized all fight, were incredibly sore. Her body spasmed as she tried to scream, but the nerve hold was paralyzing... she couldn't get her arms and legs to respond, and it hurt...

Tara tapped out.

Miss H staggered back and raised her arms triumphantly. She thought about getting her ruler out and reinforcing her win...

But before she could, her cheekbone throbbed where Tara hit it. In fact, with the match over, it hurt even more now that her adrenaline was down. Her ribs hurt too, and so did her arm... and more discouragingly, Tara was already backed into the ropes and pulling herself up.

A trip to the Sauna would be in order, Miss H thought.