Tyris vs. Jack

Tyris would be stunned in amazement again. He was still holding out, despite that massive elbow?! She raged internally, wondering just what this weakling was made out of...

...until he began to run forward, that is, smashing Tyris facedown into the mat with his bulldog! She lied there with a loud groan, a bit dizzy now and not quite getting up yet.

Wrestling was never his thing, other than what he knew from Grappling 101 during his years in the Marines. Besides, he knew how long would Tyris actually stay down for?
Not wasting time, Jack would straddle her back, slide his hands underneath her chin and attempt to pull back in a fearsome Camel Clutch.
One thing for sure though, being ontop of her felt like he was riding a surfboard made out of rocks. Not only that she looked like a monster, but she felt like one, too.

Regardless, Jack was looking for the Camel Clutch to eat away at the woman's stamina, as well as put added pressure in her stretched body.

Tyris jerked slightly as Jack mounted her from behind. She would try to sit up, buuut this would only put her into a better position for Jack's camel clutch.

She let out yet another angry, fearsome roar as Jack began to stretch her backwards, shaking her head back and forth wildly as she tried to summon up the strength to tear herself free.

Tyris' thrashing nearly threw Jack off her back if it were'nt for his grip still held on tight to her neck. Jack kept his weight firmly planted on her lower back and he continued to pull back without remorse.
A strenous grown would escape from his throat, but it was nothing compared to the loud, monstrous roar that erupted from underneath him.
He wasn't sure how long he could keep this hold up if Tyris kept on fighting like this, but maybe all this resistance would tire her out quicker.

Tyris was indeed starting to get worn down a bit, even giants couldn't last forever without getting tired, and she had already worked up a sweat before the match from her working out.

Her mind began to race, trying to think of a way out of the hold, but it seemed that Jack had a damn solid grip on her, even as she continued to thrash about, kicking her legs around angrily.

"Kicking around like that looks funny....but making me laugh isn't going to get you free...."

Jack manages to humor himself while riding the agressive, undulating waves of muscle that was Tyris' back. By now, Jack's Camel Clutch seemed to have already sunk in well, leaving the only possible use for her arms was to either tap out or crawl her way to the ropes.
Jack kept his hold on, because if he were to let go, that would've been his only chance to get this match in his favor. He couldn't afford to let go. Not now.

And crawling to the ropes is exactly what Tyris would begin to go, clawing at the mat as she slowly, but steadily, began to try and drag the two of them over to the ropes.

"Damn, she's going for the ropes!"

Jack cursed himself as if freeing her was the worse thing in the world. Just as Tyris started to crawl for the ropes, he began to panic. If she were to grab hold, he would have to let go of her. He's rather not though, but those were the rules of the ring. Not even Rodeo Jack could help that.

As the seconds quickly pass, the ropes moved closer and closer, until the they were finally within grabbing reach.

Once they were in range, Tyris' hand would snap out and latch onto the ropes, screaming at Jack as she did so.

"Get the hell off of me!!"

Jack never needed to be told twice...or even once at all. As soon as she grabbed the ropes, Jack hopped off and kept his distance.

If you insist...the ride was getting lousy anyway"

Her roar never quite scared him, but his heart had been shaken up quite a bit. He had never met a women like her before. The more he thought about it, the whole ring was starting to feel like a cage, with himself as live bait.

"Why are you so pissed off? I thought this was supposed to be a friendly spar?"

Jack tested the waters with his humor once more. He was either very brave....or very stupid.