Tara takes a close one

by thaCat005

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...

But there was a counter. There was always a counter.

Grabbing Miss H's wrists, Tara wrapped her legs around Miss H's arms, crossing her ankles around her neck. She pulled on the arms, bending them at the elbows, while **** Miss H with her shins.

"Argh...ack!" Miss H choked from the pressure as she fell to her side. Tara was able to pull her hands loose from the nerve hold.

Miss H couldn't get back to her feet, she couldn't get her legs near Tara's body. If there was a counter here, she didn't know it.

"S-submit..." She whimpered, hating the sound of her voice.

Tara dropped the hold, breathing heavily.

She wanted to continue the punishment, sure, to bully Miss H as badly as she did the younger wrestlers. But her belly was burning in agony, so painful she was afraid she was near vomiting. All she wanted was a nice hot soak in one of the hot tubs, and maybe a gentle massage from Amber or one of the staff.

Tara staggered out of the ring.

Miss H, who had suffered less long term damage, sat up, and put her face in her hands. Close fight or no, the fact that she'd been **** to submit was going to do horrible things to her reputation...