Tyris vs. Jack

Tyris would be nailed by the neckbreaker, hitting the mat hard and curling up slightly afterwards, grabbing her neck and letting out a pained cry.

If Jack didn't imediately follow it up, she would lie there for several seconds before starting to rise up again, groaning as she realized just how worn down this bug was gotten her.

Now it was time for Jack to get into his favorite position again--directly behind her!

If Tyris wasn't in the mood to get up too fast, Jack will grab hold one of her arms and twist it, bending it at the same time at the elbow. He would continue to fold the arm this way behind the her back.
If this hold got on, Jack can then gauge the amount of pressure applied by pulling the arm upward. But for now, Jack would just use it to control her from getting up and trying anything too brash.

"You're quite a handful you know that?"

In truth, this hold can actually dislocate the shoulder, according to the Law Enforcement Takedown Handbook, page 152, but that would be just taking things to the extreme; something that was never his style.

Tyris' arm was caught as she rose back up, the amazon finding it stuck in Jack's grip, to her annoyance.

Of course, Jack had just made the mistake of getting behind Tyris again, and if he thought he would be safe there he was crazy. Tyris grit her teeth, and went to throw her head straight backwards, trying to smash it into the center of Jack's face with a sort of backwards headbutt.

"Eergh!"

The whole room went spinning, and Jack had lost eyesight of the girl who had just struck him. Not only did Tyris steal a sneaky attack, but she also managed to take away his balance. Jack fell on one knee and remained there for a few moments, trying to regain his composure.
The pain was pulsating lively in his head, but amongst that, there a sharper, stinging sensation on his face. As Jack's gaze drooped down to the mat, he noticed splotches red collecting on the ground, right where his hand was.

"Shoot....first blood, huh?"

It was then Jack realized that this woman was more of a sadist that he had thought.

Tyris slowly turned to face him as he released her and fell to the mat, and upon noticing the crimson drops falling from his face to the canvas...well, a sudden, sick grin would cross her own face. She licked her lips slowly, almost hungrily, staring at the hurt Jack, and if he hadn't tried to back off or get up yet, she would reach for his head again, this time trying to jam in in-between her thick, firm thighs. It seemed she was trying to set Jack up for a piledriver, reaching down to wrap her arms around his waist and lift him straight up...

Just as he thought; Tyris was as sick as he imagined, and from the way she was soaking her lips with her tongue, it looked like she was only getting through with the appetizers....and his blood was the main course!

As she quickly approached, Jack would roll around on his back, kicking out both legs in an attempt to trip the much taller fighter before he swiftly stood back up on his own two feet.

"Hiya! Sorry...but laying there waiting for you..I'd better off be laying there dead!"

Tyris would take the hard kicks to her legs, but instead of getting tripped up they would merely make her stagger a bit, wobbling slightly before straightening back up and looking towards Jack with that sadistic, hungry grin once more.

Was...she...smiling? That look in her face was seriously starting to scare him. Listening to his instincts, Jack started to back away.

"Not very good at falling, aren't you?"

Jack joked once more, looking to get her angry. Simply because he would feel alot more comfortable seeing her upset.

"You've got grace alright, but you shouldn't consider ballet, though. Huge things usually can't fly very high..."

Tyris didn't seem to hear him, grinning like a madwoman at him and advancing closer. Whether or not he realized it yet, Tyris was trying to back him up towards a corner...

The tension was high, and her eyes weren't budging from his. There weren't normal eyes either...not even Fighter's Eyes....Tyris had something else in her. Eyes of something....something else. A troubled past maybe?
Or were they eyes of just someone who loved torture?

Jack had no time play shrink, since right in the middle of thoughts, his back was already touching the ropes. Jack glances behind him, then back up at the amazon goddess.

"This is bad...."