Sex Battle: Magnus vs. Satasori!

His kneeing leg retreated behind him to re-solidify his stance once again as she (he assumed) fell to her knees. Had she, he would have sent another knee to her face to get this hardcore match over with good and early, but of course she never dropped. No, she was just as much the beast he remembered and wouldn't fall from a knee that would have likely crushed any other girl to tears. Instead, she sent a brutal spinning kick that would hurt him more to block or soak than he was willing to give up this early in the match. The woman's shear power and the wind up spin made that much abundant... but also gave him a few extra moments to react.

So he had to break stance and drop to a knee, dipping under the kick, just barely in time to miss the attack all together, but now his stance compromised for a moment and an immediate return of force was not a possibility.

Courtney brought her leg back to her, wincing from the pain of her stomach."Dammit", she cursed, but clenched her teeth."Bitch", she hissed, and she lundged at Magnus, trying to use her weight to get him down on his back and then she would pin down his shoulders.

Her wince was used to allow him to stand up a bit... but it wasn't enough time before she lunged at him again. The broken stance lacked the power to hold back the attack like he had earlier. He toppled down and was instantly reminded that this was his least favorite place. Grappling had never been a strong suit of his, and she likely knew that from their previous match. He did his best to move his knees between her and himself... this grapple had to be broken as soon as possible if he had any chance at victory.

Courtney hated when people did that, moving their knees up to block. Ugh! How annoying! Courtney smirked and then grabbed both of his knees and tried to force them apart and pin them down to ethier side of him, putting some hurt on Magnus's thighs and...the other place...between it.

He groaned as she began to split his legs. Focusing all of his might on bringing his knees back together, he felt like he was some sort of roast turkey being put on display for the world to see. The man couldn't squeeze her weight and her strength off of him with just his knees... so ground was steadily being lost. His legs almost touched the floor when he realized that she had entirely neglected his hands, which immediately went to her head. He would shove her down as though he was going to force her to give him head, but just before she met his loins he'd give an extra push to make sure her head and face missed them entirely.

The plan was to send her headfirst into the mat and ruin her concentration on holding his knees just long enough for his legs to free and snap shut on her head and neck in a scissors.

When Courtney was about to jump onto Magnus after she had gotten rid of the knee problem, but she felt his head grab the top of her head. She was shcoked when he tried to push her head down towards his groin, she immediately tried to to yank her head away, but it was too late. She felt his legs snap shut around her neck in one of her own favorite submissions. Courtney began to try and get an arm wiggled between her neck and Magnus's leg so she could break the headscissors.

He had already begun to bind his ankles together to solidify his hold on her. The theory behind scissors wasn't too complex, but he had to add his own twist to make sure she couldn't get out immediately. Laying on his back, he began to crawl backwards with his elbows. He could drag himself and her weight, and so he would focus on that as she did her best to use her upper body to combat his lower body.

Courtney growled and still tried to get her hands between the leg around her neck."This won't hold me", she hissed, punching the side of his thigh hard. She gave up trying to get her hand between her neck and his leg, and began to bang her fists on both legs, hoping Magnus would give into the pain and let go.

He took long, slow, deep breaths as he slowly made his way across the ring. She was smashing the hell out of his legs but he ignored it for the most part. Each strike was all arm strength, which while Courtney Satasori was among the strongest women in Sex Wars and Friction, was a fraction of the strength she could produce with the whole of her body behind it. His ankles were locked and she no longer fought back against his squeezing strength, which gave him every ability to choke her or cut off bloodflow to her head. "Oh, you'll be sorry for those punches, bitch."

He stopped his crawl finding them sufficiently in the center of the ring. His right leg (the one not pressed to the mat currently) was beginning to hurt, and he knew that after the adrenaline of this match wore off he'd be walking with a limp... probably for a week. Those hands did reach down her back to her pants, where fingers slipped under the fabric to find whatever underwear she had graced her bottom with this morning. It was a pretty low, cheap tactic... but he didn't really care. All was fair in love and war, and he would not submit or be knocked out by this woman. Wrapping his fingers in the fabric as much as possible he pulled sharply and suddenly upon it, stretching it to its brink by using every muscle in his arms, chest, and back to pull.

Courtney was beginning to feel the power from the scissors, her breathing became more labored. But, she wasn't giving up. She growled when she saw his hand move towards her, so before he could grip anything Courtney reached out and tried to grab it, hold the wrist with one hand and use her other to bend back his hand. As she did that, Courtney tried to start to stand up, trying to force Magnus to let go.