LEAGUE: Felicia Espinoza vs Sean Ishimi

Felicia's face reddened at the sensation of Sean caressing her thighs. She almost didn't notice that she was being pinned.

"One..." said the ref.

Cursing, Felicia threw a shoulder up and kicked her legs out, hoping to get them free from Sean's grip. If this succeeds, then she'll move them up into a body scissor from behind, and move her arms up into a sleeper hold.

Sean could feel Felicia trying to kick out. He tried to keep the pin on her if he could. Though if it reached a two count, he would have to move fast since she would try harder to kick out. With her bucking him a little bit, his arms started to brush against her warm thighs, while his back brushed against her chest possibly.

If the two count was reached, Sean would move quickly by rolling away from Felicia and hopefully get away from her before she tries something else. He would have to wait to see what her next move would be in order to take a shot at it. Though with the erotic position they were in, it seemed possible that one of them ended up feeling a little erotic themselves.

"Two..."

Felicia kicked out again. This time, to her surprise, Sean released her and rolled away. Felicia rolled the opposite way and got up in a crouch, her face still a little red from the sensation of Sean's caresses...

With the two count made and Sean away from Felicia at this point, he watched her very carefully taking note that she was a bit red in the face from the erotic pin position they were in. It might be something of use in his hand, but he can't be overconfident now. He needed to stay focused on dealing with Felicia. Though she had spoke a few times towards him, he didn't say a word to her. He just kept his mouth shut and only would speak when necessary. Right now, he had to be ready for her next move.

Getting to his feet in an defensive stance, Sean's eyes scanned Felicia a bit, he seemed to pant somewhat from the wear and tear she threw a little his way. Not by much though. This was just the start of this match. First things first, see what could be done to get the match over with. For now, he waited for a second to see what she would do. Eyes on her fatigue, watching her joints, her muscles, her curves. He seemed to be a predator at this point. Though did not strike the prey as of yet.

Slowly, Felicia circled Sean, waiting for him to make the first move. Her eyes drifted across his finely-toned body, his sculpted abs, his...oh yes, she was definitely going to enjoy this match, she thought to herself as she waited for Sean to strike.

(Is Felicia being naughty? LOL)

Sean watched Felicia seeing her circling him a little more like a predator than he was. He remained stationary for the most part. He looked to see if she would make the first move taking note of her paying attention to his motions as well. Moving in head on would be suicide. But, he took his time with this one. Slowly following her movements closing in very slowly watching her carefully before making a move of his own. Maybe get close enough to wear her down a bit. A back chop would work fairly well. But he had to be sure that he could get it in and not get dodged. So he would have to make it an arm wrench combo or a leg catch to a dragon screw. It depends on what she does. He was keeping his body strength focused on resistance first an foremost. How much he could take from her.

As Sean circled warily, Felicia took the initiative and lunged forward with a drop-kick aimed at his head. If he managed to catch her foot though-- as she anticipated-- then she hoped to do a clockwise spin so that she would still hit him with her free leg, before dropping low and grabbing his legs out from under him.

Sean sees her coming his way with a dropkick and goes to catch her leg, though was a little surprised by the blow to the head when she whirled around and hit him in the head. He toppled to one side still holding her leg in his arm and felt his legs snagged from underneath him. Quickly, he tried pulling a leglock on her whilist trapped in her grasp.

"Aaah!" Felicia cried as she felt Sean twisting at her leg slightly. Cursing, she grabbed at both of Sean's legs and wrenched hard, hoping to pull him off his feet, while at the same time using her free leg to kick up at Sean's face.

Now she was wrenching and kicking him. Although he felt his legs from under him, he was on the ground but still holding her leg with a submission. Though at the same time, he was still countless blows to the head. During the whole dance, one of his legs rubbed against her womanhood and was now pressed against her crotch considering she was attempting to switch the submission around.