LEAGUE: Felicia Espinoza vs Sean Ishimi

"Waaaah!" Felicia cried as Sean suddenly flipped her over, reversing her matchbook pin so that she was now pinned down with her face and shoulders pinned to the mat, leaving her ass elevated in a rather unflattering position. Cursing, she bucked and twisted, trying to get her shoulders off the mat.

Sean was successful on turning the tables it seemed, though for how long was another matter. After all, the girl had a lot of spunk to her. He could feel her bucking, twisting and turning to get her shoulders up. He felt like he was riding a wild animal a little bit with Felicia constantly trying to get him off. His crotch pressed against her mound with his hands holding her legs up against her arms. He couldn't help but chuckle and have a little fun with it. So, he bucked back teasingly. He was serious, but it didn't hurt to have a little fun.

"Urgh....uuurrnnnnn....get OFFFFF!" Felica growled as she bucked and twisted under Sean. Thinking quickly, she tried to throw an elbow back into his face.

He kept her down for a little while. A bit difficult while she was still bucking and trying to get him off. The girl had a lot of spunk, a lot of energy, and quite the slippery one too. Well. Some things couldn't be avoided.

The next thing he knew, he felt her elbow hit him in the jaw and he quickly released her rolling away for a second to regain his composure. He was seated, shaking his head checking his jaw to make sure it wasn't broken. The elbow was the stiffest part of the body. And boy did that hurt.

He got to his feet slowly turning to face her. Now that she was already freed, he would have to act quickly so Felicia wouldn't be moving around so much. What could he do though? So far, he had dominated in this match, but that could turn at any time. He would have to come up with something. Probably catch her in mid air perhaps. That seemed like the best bet. Depending on what she did, it could lead to a Samoan drop, a back breaker or a power bomb. But then again, he could hit the ground quickly too. He had to be ready for it.

As Sean deliberated, Felicia rolled onto her front and sprang at him like a feral cat. Flipping in midair into a handstand, she aimed to hook her legs around his head and pull herself up into a sitting position on his shoulders...

Sean kept a straight face when she moved in for the pounce on to his shoulders. He allowed her to do so and made the attempt to follow through with a power bomb. If successful, he would lift her off his shoulders and throw her on her back with all of his strength. However, if her legs were already snugged around his neck. He would attempt to get the hold loose by throwing his upper body weight with the drop before going for the final throw on to her back. In either course of action, he would attempt to go for her legs with an indian death lock after the drop had been made. Otherwise he was stuck and had to figure out another way out of this situation.