Jean vs Trinity - Fire and Darkness meet again

As Trinity poured on the pressure Jean through her head back letting out a loud caterwaul. The referee came over and asked Jean for her submission. She shook her head fiercely, hand to her forehead.

"No!"

Jean tried to reach up and if Trinity's face was close enough throw a punch at it.

Trin gave a taunting laugh as the punch whiffed through the air missing its mark, Trin leaning her head back ever so slightly to avoid being struck. "Just give it up, Jean!" Trin demanded, giving her legs another jerk of sharp pressure. Trin wanted to keep the hold on extra long, somehow rob Jean of her ability to stand. If she could do so, Trin would have a commanding advantage in the matchup...

Jean's head slammed back down on the mat as she cried out, her toned thighs being worked over by the black leather clad legs. She then struggled to sit back up groaning an dwhimpering, shooting ehr arm up in the air and would try to sue her leg strength against Trinity's softer legs to try and turn them over.

Trin watched Jean writhe in pain, smiling at the sight and revelling with every cry of anguish she heard but soon Jean began to mount a counter by attempting to turn the two over to reverse the presure back on the goth girl. Trin tried to resist but wasn't as strong as Jean and soon shook her head in protest as then turned over and pain transferred from Jean's legs to Trin's. "AHHH!" Trinity screamed and clawed at the mat, her back arching as the pain gripped at her legs. Her attempts to quickly release the hold to spare herself the torture were in vain as she had locked in the hold so well that her legs were somewhat stuck when the move was reversed. Trin's nails clawed into the canvas as she screamed "NOOO!" at the ref who asked her for her submission...

Jean gave a fierce smile, feeling the soft flesh of Trinity's legs beneath the smooth black leather. She pressed her palms down on the mat and went for a big push up, gritting her teeth with a wolfish grin as she tried to up the pressure.

Trin pushed up with her hands as well, getting into an all-fours position until her butt pressed itself into Jean's. Trin squirmed and fought until finally she somewhat dislodged her leg, allieviating the pressure. The goth girl fell back to the mat on her breasts, panting and the pain slowly subsided though she was vulnerable at the moment to Jean...

Jean was resting a bit too. She would get up though and back off to the corner eying Trinity.

Trin reached down, holding at her knee and leg. She was down longer than Jean as her softer legs took damage more quickly than Jean's toned ones, but it seemed that Jean was giving Trin the time to recover. The goth girl pushed up to all fours and slowly crawled away from her foe towards the ropes, wanting to escape the ring to buy more time to rest...

Jean scoffed as trinity fled the ring and proceeded to the middle of the ring. She waited there and made instigating gestures with her arms in Trinity's direction.

"I still see you chicken shit, Trinity. Maybe you would be better off hiding in the girl's bathroom cutting your arm with an exacto knife and making poems about hating your life then being in a wrestling ring."

Trin frowned, glaring icily back at Jean as she taunted her. If there was one thing Trin had, it was a short fuse and being taunted easily goaded her into confrontation. Still hurting and not fully recovered, Trinity took the bait and rolled back into the ring, aggressively approaching Jean. Trin would try to attack first, sending her hand out at Jean's face to slap it hard and then, with Jean possibly shocked by the slap, Trin would attempt to follow it up by grabbing her enemy's legs and pick her up for an inverted atomic drop...