Anya Volkova vs Dmitri Markov - From Russia without love

Anya could only watch at Dmitri’s plight and grin in a cruel and satisfied smile. The man had his moment of rebellion against the Russian’s dominance, but it all ended with a good ball busting. It always worked for Anya, and if it works and isn’t broken, don’t change it. After what it should have been a more than nasty session of ball crushing, the man was again being shown his place, and that was when Anya locked the figure four headlock.

Seeing her rival whimpering and squirming in pain was a suitable pleasure for Anya who delighted in seeing Dmitri writhe and struggle. But there was some slight truth in there: the man was stronger than her and he was some resolve to him, so with each movement the man would drag them closer to the ropes. She had to do something to control Dmitri or the hold would soon end. “I didn’t say you could MOVE!” With a sudden jerk, Anya tightened the hold even more. If she was losing to a rope break, she would get the most damage possible done before that happened.

Dmitri had been in this position before. Sort of.

This was giving him flashbacks to the last time he was in a figure-four leglock, when he was facing Chloe Mason, a woman not at all dissimilar from Anya. She’d been the cruel, domineering type, and she’d gotten a cheap thrill of torturing him with the old-school move, hurting him and damaging his best weapons all at once. Anya was every bit as merciless, but he liked to think he was a strong person than back then. He wasn’t giving up. Not to this.

That didn’t mean it was simple for him to survive. Far from it. Anya made him fight for every inch, made him struggle hard along the way. He cried out as she tightened the hold, pushing his legs to the breaking point, and he’d be lying if he said the temptation to tap wasn’t present and strong - but he held on, endured, survived.

Almost there, almost there…

He reached out and snagged the bottom rope at the last minute, holding on tight and shaking it. The referee responded right away. ”Rope break! Let him go, Anya!”

Anya had been enjoying Dmitri’s pained protests for some time now. The man seemed adamant in not only not giving but trying to resist and escape from the hold as much as he could, and that gave Anya a cruel smile. The hunt was always more satisfactory when the prey struggled. But Dmitri had something to himself and it was his resilience and body strength, and no matter how vicious the blonde’s figure four leglock might be, in the end the man managed to slowly crawl closer to the ropes to the point he could grab one of them and shake it to show how he did it.

The referee quickly arrived to impel Anya to release him rival. Of course she wouldn’t just do it at first, so the referee started a disqualification count. After a couple more seconds of torture Anya would release Dmitri. She was a little bit mad at her rival forcing that break, so after some walking around to show her dominance of the ring she would go back at Dmitri. “You had to show what a fighter you are, didn’t you? You only made things harder on yourself!”, said the blonde while trying to get her rival in a couple of stomps against his stomach.