There's gotta be a way out of this...

Using your arms, you push yourself up to a sitting position. Missy smiles gently, like she's wondering what you're going to do about this - and like she's giving you a chance.

"Christy, here's a little advice for later..." Missy says. "When you're out here wrestling, you have to remember that you've got fans to entertain. Having a great win loss record is a good thing, but... if you win all your matches too quickly, it hurts Ms. McVan's ratings, and she doesn't like that."

"Well..." You have to grit your teeth. The figure 4 leg lock doesn't hurt enough to be tappable to, but it doesn't exactly feel good either. You grab her leg and again try to push it off. She just smirks, easily holding it in place. It's like having your lower body caught in a bear trap. You can't move your legs, you can't reach her with your hands. Your one leg is bent, the other straight out with your foot caught between her thighs...

...yeah.

You've never tried to do this before, but you've seen other girls from the league do it well. You begin rubbing your big toe up and down her slit.

Missy moans happily and throws her head back, but it's not working as well as you'd hoped. As if she was reading your mind, she begins slowly adding pressure to the leg lock. You fall back with a gasp of pain, and as you do, she again lessens it before you tap.

"Good, good counter. But you'll need some lessons on how to do that right."

That's when you kick.

Your big toe smashes into her clit, and Missy yelps in pain. While she's not expecting it, you throw her leg off yours and break free of her leg lock.

Before she can get up, you dive on top of her, straddling her body and grabbing both her wrists.