Tyris vs. Jack

Tyris was indeed standing over him, and as Jack lie there she would step over his body and take a seat, going to mount his chest. She still wore that hungry, cruel grin on her face, giving Jack another stare as she took a seat before curling each of her hands into a tight fist. She would start to punch down at his face and head, trying to rattle and daze him with a series of hard mounted punches.

"Oooh, crap...."
Speechless, Jack looked up at the amazon as she loomed over him. Her frightening height had blocked out the lights from the ceiling, and more, blocking out all hope for escape.

Remeber when Jack thought how firm, round and cute Tyris's butt was before? Now it was clearly the opposite. Tyris' bottom fell like a demolition ball ontop of his chest, pressing the oxygen out of him like water from a sponge.
Just as her mounted him, a gust of air rushed out of his chest, and he could already hear the bones of his chest wall begining to pop.

"Damn...you should really ease off the weight lifting-Oompf!"

The first fist struck him across the face with an impact that echoed throughout his noggin. His vision of the tall goddess sitting ontop of him blurred out for a moment.

Jack's words would fall on deaf ears, the amazon continuing to punch away at him even as his vision blurred out.

After she had landed several good solid blows at him, she would rise off him, grabbing him by the wrist to pull him back up to his feet, and then she would attempt to whip him away from her muscular self, throwing him towards the far ropes.

Punch after punch...the sound of bone and flesh colliding together was like a recurring nightmare.

Finally, just as Tyris eased off of him, Jack felt the need to take in several gulps of fresh, cool oxygen. Anything to replenish him from the hot, damp hell he was put through a moment ago. Jack was dragged up to his feet, vision blurred and his head dazed. But he still had enough composure to process what was going on.

As soon he was irish whipped into the ropes, Jack would bound off and perform a high, flying drop kick. A risky manuever, but if Jack wanted to win, he needed to get her down.

Tyris's eyes would grow wide as Jack's feet left the mat, jumping into the drop kick. She couldn't believe he still had it in him, she had thought for sure that he was already done for.

And so, she would stare in amazement as he sailed towards her, his feet smashing into his chest, causing Tyris to stagger back several steps before simply dropping down onto her firm bottom, letting out a groan again as she hit the mat.

Watching the way she roared as she fell to the ground in mat-quaking fall reminded Jack of a bad moment from a Godzilla movie.

Well, atleast she still looks hot...

Shoving his manly urges aside, Jack would now act on his chance!

BeforeTyris gets up, Jack would get behind her, grab both of her arms and pull them backwards while placing a knee in between the amazon's shoulder blades. Though The Surfboard Hold wasn't an effective hold in itself, Jack was hoping to wear down the beastly woman so that he can have an advantage over her later in the match....if he can survive that long.

If he managed to get the Surfboard Hold locked in, Jack would lean foward and pour on the pressure while yanking her arms backwards.

Tyris sat there in a stunned daze, more in surprise from Jack's dropkick than any actual damage. She couldn't believe this weakling had managed to get a lucky blow in on her!

She would snap back to reality though as she felt Jack grabbing her arms, then his knee driving into her back. She eyes grew wide again, a gutteral moan emerging her lips as she felt herself starting to get stretched out.

Oh no. She wasn't going to have this. She let out another angry roar, and began to pull her arms forward, her muscles flexing and bulging as she tried to bend her arms forward, trying to use her massive strength to break Jack's hold on her.

Damn! Taming this one is was like controlling an Alligator?

"Urrmpff! Guess you hate losing, eh?"

The amazon was powerful indeed. This girl was built, with her arms like slender, iron curls of muscle. However, it wasn't anything Jack couldn't handle...for a while atleast. Jack would fight back and hold his own for a little while, not looking too give up the hold too soon.
Though, he was already sweating, so he might be losing his grip.

Tyris could feel Jack's hold loosening, and so she would keep pulling her arms forwards, her thick muscles straining, her already sweaty body glistening more as she tried her best to overpower Jack and pull out of his hold.

Against Jack's will, the sweat played its role well in allowing the hold to slip loose. Tyris was pulling quite hard, and so was Jack. It wasn't a surprise when as the hold broke, Jack fell backwards. He wouldn't stay down long enough to give you a chance to mount him again, though.
Jack would hate that.

Instead, he would quickly roll to his feet.