“ her out!”

“Alright, I’ll give it a shot,” Melody replies, heading around behind Athena. She thinks for a moment as if trying to remember her training before wrapping her arms around the slimmer woman’s throat, cinching in a dragon sleeper.

It’s not perfect, but it’s serviceable. Athena chokes and gasps for breath as Melody tightens her hold. You notice that she’s not flailing around like some people do, just trying to land blows on her attacker to **** her to let go, but it’s a bad angle and she’s rapidly running out of energy.

Melody is twisting and turning to try to get the hold locked in just right. You lean over to get a closer look at the action and are rewarded with a perfect angle on your partner’s firm, bouncing cleavage.

You grin at the sight, and then the smile widens as you see something almost as beautiful: Athena is almost completely out of it, barely even able to lift her hands enough to strike back anymore. She may be tough and skilled, but none of that stops her from needing oxygen.

Soon enough she slumps down into unconsciousness, and Melody stands up and raises her fists in triumph. Aphrodite looks on with an expression of utmost frustration as the ref revived her partner and the two of you celebrate your victory.

Your team wins two points for a knockout.