Yeah.... *guilty conscience*

"Umm... well, I, uh..."

Missy folds her arms and glares at you.

"It's just that I was, um.... afraid that they'd beat me up if I didn't?"

She shakes her head. "Two wrongs don't make a right, Christy."

Before you see it coming, Missy kicks you in the stomach. It hurts and you double over. She grabs you by the wrist and flings you towards the ropes, then yanks you back at the last second. You run into her arm and get knocked to the mat, hard. You hear bells and your vision blurs...

You faintly feel Missy grab your leg. You try kicking at her, but she easily avoids it, and then lifts you all the way off the mat by that leg. She drapes your leg across the back of her neck so the knee's against it, and then sits down on the mat, wrapping her legs around your body.

You kick your free leg, but you can't get it anywhere near her.

Missy smiles, seeing that she's got you in a nearly helpless predicament. First she squeezes her legs together. You try to pull at them, but you can't get a grip. Your ribs begin to ache, and you get light headed as her squeeze nearly cuts off your breathing. Just as you're thinking about tapping, she releases the pressure on your ribs, only to pull down on your leg that she's got bent over her neck.

You whimper. There's nothing you can do. You've seen this hold before on pro wrestling, and... you know the only counter is getting the ropes. And even if you were strong enough to drag Missy, which you probably aren't, you don't know that rope breaks work here.

And then, just as you've decided to tap, Missy lets you go.

"You've been really, really, BAD, Christy." She says sternly. "Do you really think you're getting off the hook after one hold?

You're lying on your back, looking up at her. Although both of you are "dressed", you in your tiny jean shorts and bikini top and her in her Misses Claus fetish outfit, you can see up her skirt from your angle. She's wearing no panties and her pussy is moist.