Two girls and two stallions : Lelannie Darkmane & Daisuke Maxwell VS Tawncal & Yeldo

Even though Yeldo technically was right that it was a way to win, it wasn't the only way. That and you'd figure with someone of his frame could simply try to win by overpowering and out wrestling their opponent. Isn't that what the W in most wrestling companies stand for? Above all that, if ones attempts to go down royalty not once but twice in the matter it's just going to get pissed off, which is something most scientists would advise not to do to a skunk. Given how Yeldo's partner looked at times from what Dai could tell he could get himself off if he's not careful and keep his hormones in check. That and it is a natural reaction to call someone a pervert if they're holding you down and trying to get into your pants. Still, she believed in herself, but she needed time to regroup and re-evaluate things, and Lelannie looked and sounded ready to get back in there so it seemed fitting to let her do just that.

Daisuke saw things go on, and part of her wasn't sure what the rules completely were. If there was 'another way to win' in addition to pin and submission, a dq warning could felt out of place, unless the ref messed up or that was indeed suppose to happen, she didn't know. She saw both of them giving it to each other and encouraged Lelannie to hang in there when things weren't looking well and encouraging her to keep it up when the tables were turned.

With Yeldo on his side, Lela decides that about the only way to win this match would be a submission hold. She move over to the fallen Centaur and maneuver's herself into a triangle choke hold. She slipped his arm under his neck and her thigh on the other side of said neck. It was a risk that she needed to take, because she had to choke the big boy out if Lela and Dai wanted to win. Yeldo cant have that much left, can he? CAN he?

The Centaur is on the mat, quite stunned. A Guillotine Choke, a DDT... He has to react right now, or any other submission move will force him to tap out.
« Come on, Yeldo ! Take care ! », yells out Tawncal.
Yeldo looks at Lelannie, who grabs his arm and places it under his neck. Woh woh woh, he doesn't like that... What does she have in mind ?
Lelannie then would wrap his neck with her thighs. Though quite stunned, Yeldo has one reflex : moving his other hand between his face and her crotch. He feels weak right now, but he's still concious, helped by the fact that it's quite hard to perform a proper DDT onto a Centaur. His neck is painful, but he hears his brother cheering at him, and he doesn't want to let Lelannie put what hold ever she wants.

Yeldo whinnies when Lelannie applies a Triangle Choke. He has one hand, only one hand, to make something. The male Centaur would thrash around with his four legs, and even try to roll on the mat, maybe he can touch a rope with a leg. His hand would make a job onto Lelannie's pussy. Yeldo would tease her like no tomorrow. He needs to get loose, cause he won't be able to withstand the Triangle Choke. He has taken too much.
But he has a chance to weaken Lelannie and to get loose by teasing her sexually. He gives all he has got. Even if she doesn't cum, she can loosen her hold and allow Yeldo to make the tag with his brother.

Lela knew the risk she had taken for this hold, granted she had thought of this before. She let her pleasure rushes tighten her grip on his neck. She knew this was could end badly, but she could turn around. She still had one more trick up her sleeve if things went south too fast, but she can pull it off. As he fingered, she tightened the submission.

« Aaaaah ! »
Yeldo is almost out of force. He was hoping to get some loose, but Lelannie has the opposite reaction. He's about to tap out, Tawncal sees it, and yells out :
« I forbid you to tap out ! We won't suffer the first elimination of the match ! Yeldo, listen to me, you can do it ! She's only a two-legged mare ! You won't lose on a two-legged ! You can withdraw ! Do it, brother ! »
Tawncal is quite panicking, cause he sees that his brother can't endure much. Yeldo is not standing up, one arm is trapped... It's so hard to withdraw this Triangle Choke now... So hard... The male Centaur whinnies out loud, and suddently plunges three fingers into Lelannie's pussy. He needs a loose. Right now. He would use his last energy to move his torso and slam Lelannie's back down on the mat, whilst rubbing her inner walls with three, almost four fingers.

Well the pain and sudden intrusion of two more fingers did cause her to let go from the submission hold. She took a risk and paid the price as she was laid out flat on her back. "Sonofabitch." She said as her back was now on fire, figuratively. She just laid there as her tail wrapped around her crotch and hid her exposed area. She hated the defensive game.

Yeldo feels a great relief as the submission hold breaks off. He takes a deep breath, he was short of air. Another deep breath, and he hears the insult of the mare. He doesn't care. He's free, now. Tawncal claps his hands and yells out :
« Make the tag now ! Come on, get up ! »
Exhausted, full of pain, Yeldo would slowly get up on his four legs, releasing Lelannie who covers her sex with her fluffy tail. The male Centaur would stretch his arm and walk slowly toward his brother. As soon as he's on reach, Tawncal would tap his hand to make the tag, and gallop toward Lelannie to prevent her from doing the same.

She didn't get up. She just stayed dormant on the mat, breathing hard. The ref was making sure she was alright. It seemed that she wanted to continue. What was she doing?

Tawncal comes on, and sees Lelannie lying on the mat, breathing hard, without moving. Well... Yeldo has started a great work on her sex. Usually, in a match that allows standard conditions for victory, Tawncal uses less sexual attacks than his brother. Yeldo is really into sensuous things, whereas Tawncal is more a brawler. But, first, he's used to Hentai matches and can't say he doesn't love that, and second, it would be dumb not to take advantage of Yeldo's work.
That's why Tawncal bends over Lelannie's crotch, grips her tail with his left hand to move it off, and uses his other hand to stroke her pussy.

The hand on her crotch did indeed feel nice, but she sprung her trap. "Gotchya..." She said weakly as she suddenly slipped her left leg up along side his head and her right leg under his neck. She began to pull down on his head. This was no triangle choke, it was the devastating Hell's Gate submission hold and Lela was using her entire body weight to pull down on Tawncal's head. She was definitely a fighter and she was trying everything in her power to get the Centaur to either tap, or pass out, whichever was to come first.