John Carnaby vs Zoey Hamilton - A lesson in patience

When the rebounding Zoey finally reached the master of creation she would be thrown into yet another tango with him, although this time it would end even worse for the bluenette as she had one of her arms hooked by his before being flipped down onto the mat, prompting her to let out an annoyed groan. Before the Scot could get back to her feet though John would trap her arms and lock her in a full nelson, admittedly this was quite a difficult hold for Zoey to work with as it restricted her arms and so stopped her from just powering out.

After a pained groan and a slight struggle from Zoey the bluenette would yet again open her big mouth. " It was pretty smart of you to restrict my arms, afraid that I might be stronger than you otherwise? " Zoey would taunt, as she attempted to move her body from side to side just to irritate her opponent and distract him. Although Zoey had planned to change up her style, it seemed she would go back to her usual game-plan of trash talking her opponents, truthfully there wasn't much strategy behind it but it tended to distract her opponent's and so by chance one of Zoey's natural strengths ends up helping her more than she probably would realise.

While she was struggling Zoey would already know what she wanted to do, as she was tossing and turning her body to try and make the hold hard to maintain she would wait for him to loosen up the hold a little bit. If such an opportunity presented itself then the bluenette would suddenly bend her body forward and to the side in an attempt to force John to give up the hold, even with her struggling and distracting though it would still be possible that John would be applying to much pressure on the hold for Zoey to escape in the way she planned. If so the Scot would just show off her stubborn side as she continued to toss and turn in order to make the hold as troublesome to maintain as possible.

Zoey would let out a groan as the pressure of the hold was increased, it brought a moment of silence from the bluenette but wasn't quite enough to dissuade her from running her mouth. After a while of struggling John would finally release the Scottish lass and create some distance, Zoey would take a moment to recover as she stretched her arms and turned to face John again. " If that's your game then you're going to be in for a long match. I don't tend to tap out m'lord " Zoey would say, grinning as she mocked her opponent's more sophisticated speech.

After Zoey had completed her obligatory mockery she would proceed to pace towards John, slowly and cautiously moving towards John before suddenly lunging forward and trying to lower herself a bit just to make herself harder for John to catch. If the bluenette's sudden movement was successful then Zoey would attempt to fully stand again with her body so close to John's that they would be touching, before then pulling her head back and throwing it forward as she tried to land a solid headbutt on the master of creation.

Zoey in her previous matches had always put her all into larger wrestlers, but after enough matches she was starting to realise how much of a disadvantage her thin frame and almost kawaii worthy height put her at. But if there was one thing the Scot was good at it would be an improvising brawling style, in the moment Zoey had just came up with a good idea to perhaps get an advantage over opponent's who were larger than her and she was quite curious to see how it worked.

Zoey would let out a slight giggle when she watched John stagger back and complain, before immediately running towards John after he staggered backwards and trying to spin her body before attempting to throw a vicious clothesline towards the master of creation, aimed right for his lower collarbone and upper chest. Truthfully the bluenette was a bit uncertain if a normal one of her clotheslines would take the big man down, and so hoped that a mix of her surprisingly impressive strength and the momentum of the turn would be enough to take the staggered Jon to the mat.

If Zoey managed to land her hit then she would take a quick moment to boast now that she was somewhat in control. " Can't handle a pretty little lass like me huh? should I be a little bit less rough with you. young sir " the bluenette would say, smirking as she looked down at the hopefully grounded John, making certain to hold her head a bit high so she could physically look down on him as she teased the man.

It was rare for Zoey to face a male wrestler and even more so than when she was against other women she felt tempted to tease and irritate them as much as possible, so much so that she couldn't help but scrap her previous idea about turning over a new leaf. In the Scot's opinion the face of absolute annoyance on the face's of her victims was too pleasurable for her to strive for anything else.

Zoey's smirk would be plain as day when she heard John's response and watched the man roll onto his stomach, waiting patiently in a way that was clearly a slight mockery since her earlier behaviour didn't match up with the etiquette she was currently showing. The bluenette would wait patiently for the man to make it to his feet, but would be surprised when he in turn also did something uncharacteristic by charging the irritating Zoey and grabbing the woman before she had time to respond. " WH- Hey!" Zoey would yell out, before then feeling her opponent's arms wrap around her for a moment before he fell backwards and propelled her behind him, slamming the bluenette into the mat in a belly to belly suplex.

" Gah!" Zoey would cry out, before letting out a subtle growl as she rolled around a bit on the mat. Without much else options the bluenette would just try to push off the mat and get into a sitting position, she could take hits but a surprised power move like that was sure to take it out of anyone. " Aren't you being a bit rough to your dear?" Zoey would tease, yet again latching onto certain words and using them as ammunition to try and get back at the master of creation for his sarcasm.

Zoey may have just lost control of the match, but she wasn't too bothered by that fact. After all she knew that she could take a lot of hits and tended to focus on getting into her opponent's head somewhat early in the match. Since the Scot was still seated she would watch John closely, she knew she was quite slow and figured she would just be launched again if she got up, so instead the bluenette would just wait for John to make a move, planning to try and counter the man rather than attack him outright in her current position.

Zoey would wait and watch with surprising patience as John responded to her, smirking as it was somewhat obvious she had a response in mind but wasn't going to let it out yet. Instead the bluenette would wait until John was about to lock her into a face-lock and would take advantage of their positioning to push her feet against the mat to throw herself towards John before attempting to push the man backwards into the mat as he was crouching.

If Zoey's admittedly juvenile plan worked then she would attempt to re balance herself into a stable crouch before then throwing her body towards the downed master of creation, trying to land with a cross body of sorts where her body would lay against hers. " Oh, if you wanted me on top you could have just said, you didn't need to go through all this set up " Zoey would tease, before then attempting to manuever herself atop John so she was straddling the man, with her rear pressing against his crotch.

By this point it was somewhat likely that John would have the time to retaliate, but if Zoey had managed to been quick enough or charmed the man with her womanly body enough to distract him then she would bend forward and wrap her arms around the man's head, trying to pull his face deep between her barely covered breasts.