Quick win for Melissa

Melissa kicked Sandy in the stomach and doubled her over. She quickly put her in a front headlock. Reached under her left arm to pull her right arm behind her back in a hammerlock.

"Get... off!" Sandy tried to kick, but didn't have the leverage to land any hard enough to hurt.

After Sandy tried a third kick, Melissa put her leg behind Sandy's, tripping them both to the mat with Melissa landing on top. She wrapped her legs around Sandy's in a grapevine, spreading them out wide. If Sandy hadn't been so flexible this might have been excruciatingly painful, but it still was uncomfortable... and worse she couldn't escape. Couldn't even move her legs. For that matter she could barely move. Only her left arm from the elbow down could move. Her neck was locked up under Melissa's right arm, both her arms tied up by her other...

Melissa looked up at the referee.

"Start counting the pin, and don't stop counting until I say you can."

One... two... three... The bell rang signalling that Melissa had won, but she didn't let go of the hold.

Four... five... six... Melissa only tightened the pin. Her glutes flexed as she used them to help keep Sandy flat on the mat.

About at the count of 30, Sandy started trying frantically to break loose. But she couldn't come close to Melissa's strength, and the wrestler didn't even budge. By the count of 60, Sandy wasn't even fighting back anymore. But Melissa still wouldn't let her up. It wasn't until the ref had reached the count of 200 that Melissa finally got off her opponent. Sandy rolled over and hid her face in her hands as Melissa grabbed a microphone.

"Just because I lost to some stupid pop star, doesn't mean you can take me lightly!" Melissa yelled at the fans. "These bitches can't even compare to me as an athlete, and I'm going to prove it by winning this tournament!"