Maria

“Come on, then.” Laura advanced on her.

Maria obliged, and both girls grabbed onto each other, jockeying for position in the center of the living room. They wrestled for what felt like an eternity on their feet before Maria soon started to bear down on her smaller opponent.

Laura felt her strength draining from her and decided to try to slip Maria’s grip to claim the advantage. She released her own grip and planned to dodge around her, only to find herself slipping straight under Maria’s arm and into a headlock.

Laura groaned as she didn’t waste a second in squeezing her forearm against the bridge of her nose. Her head felt like it was starting to inflate like a hot-air balloon as Maria tried to squeeze the life out of it.

She tried to twist away from her, hoping to break the grip, but Maria responded by throwing punches with her free hand into the top of Laura’s skull. The blows didn’t cause any real damage, but they did hurt.

Laura writhed even more to escape the headlock, but it was useless due to Maria’s superior size and her vertical base. Instead, Laura could do nothing but find herself wheeling them both in circles as Maria hit her on the top of the head.

Maria knew she couldn’t win the match by keeping her opponent in a perpetual headlock, but she could use it to press her advantage. She started to wrench down as she dropped to a knee, forcing Laura onto her hands and knees until she bore down her weight and Laura’s face was facing the floor.