Steel Cage Match: The Stranger vs. Tessa "Harrier" Price

The position may have not been to good for the Stranger, but Tessa also wasn't in the mood to dance in her underwear through the ring while she was in such a favorite position. A little more distance for some fine technical action would suit her style better too, but obviously it wasn't to be at the moment.

"...Naahh..."
she groaned under the iron grip of the stranger's hand while the woman closed her legs around her own head and the pressure duel was on, her legs against the ones of her opponent. She had a head start against her opponent and put her best effort into the headscissor, but was kind of unsure what the Stranger had to offer in the department of endurance and durability in general.

The Stranger had felt the head between her legs and promptly released the wrist in an attempt to fully stretch out her opponent in the trap of her head between her legs. The only issue with this would be that the Stranger would also feel the strain. Thankfully, what Steel lacked in submission specialty, she could make up for in endurance and overall strength.

Those legs of hers would clamp on, and clamp on tight if the stretched-out hold was locked in. Meanwhile, her hands would reach on either side of the legs entrapping her masked head and try prying them off, most likely to no avail. She could feel the pressure on her, something that was slowly becoming quite the nuisance.

It wasn't really easy to resist the temptation to pry at the legs of her opponent, but every wrestler, martial artist or simply everyone who had fought with his or her friends knew that there was no way you could break the power of legs with arms if the favors were not completely stacked for your cause.

Given their current situation, Tessa felt kind of a disadvantage for her. Powerwrestlers were usually not only strong, but also had tons of endurance to execute their moves over the flow of a match. to break out of the move, she would try to get the both of them rolling through the ring to reach the ropes, probably helped by the wiggling that the Stranger made to avoid getting pinned. Her plan was to get either pinned herself or pin her opponent near or under the ropes, depending on the position on how they came close to a rope, and then grab it or hope that the Stranger would grab it to break their current uneasy truce.

The Stranger felt her body beginning to turn on the mat, feeling air and then mat as the entangled bodies rolled around the mat. Her legs held tight to Tessa's head, and she felt Tessa's legs do the same.

The dizzying turning would come to a halt as they came near the ropes, landing with the Stranger on her back once more, frustrating her. Her hand shot for the ropes, trying to get at least her shoulder off the mat and perhaps break the submission hold that seemed to be getting neither of them anywhere fast.

*...At least there isn't a move like a facescissor...*
She wasn't sure if she had gotten into the grip of one of those mechanical monsters on the junkyard that crushed automobiles instead of getting into the headlock of a human being. If she had known that her opponent was actually 4 persons in once from a certain perspective, she would have probably called it foul that she had to fight against all of them at once. Or maybe the headscissor had blocked the air supply and she was thinking strange thoughts. But the finally reached the ropes and she was glad when the referee told them to break up the hold.

She would indeed get up from the Stranger after the move was off, lightly shoving her against the cage to gain a head start and try to grab her arm for a hip toss aimed to the middle of the ring when she also got up.

The Stranger let out a rather audible gasp of air when Tessa released her hold simultaneously with the masked woman. She was admittedly dazed from the sudden rush of oxygen as she tried pulling her way up the cage, only to feel a light shove into the cage.

She dared to shove her after being graciously released from her hold?! As she felt her arm grabbed, the Stranger's head would snap and stare right at the Harrier, launching her hand right at the blonde's throat once again, aiming to stop the woman mid-hip toss while the masked woman tried to maintain her footing.

If the Stranger could manage to stop Tessa's hip toss, she would fire her second hand at the blonde rather rapidly after regaining her footing, aiming to initiate the double-handed chokeslam from before.

It was a look of utter disbelief Tessa was showing. Her opponent was already up again and even held her up again with that strange look in her eyes. Was she on painkillers or had tons of endurance, like she had feared it? Either way, she was kicking frantically at the Stranger, hoping to hurt her a bit to prevent her from just walking away through the door after she had disposed of her by slamming her on the mat again, first in a curled ball to prevent her spine from snapping, then flat out again at the feet of her opponent.

The Stranger was not going to let her choke slam fail her this time around. After locking in the two hands, the Stranger kept staring into Tessa's eyes with the cold-hearted orbs that ruled her soul. It was the psychology of the Stranger that allowed her to perform such feats of strength and endurance. In the Steel mindset, she had trained under the most harsh of conditions while also building her own strength. Experts analyzing her behavior believed it was some sort of mixture of her split personalities and muscle memory that allowed her to be so tough as Steel, but so streamlined and quick as Leather.

No matter the reason, the Stranger was ready to lift Tessa into the air, holding her by her throat for a few seconds, getting a few kicks to her body as she held the blonde there. The kicks infuriated her quite a bit as well as left a few sore spots on her body given the progress of the match. Not wanting to endure the kicks any longer, the Stranger aimed to progress the chokehold into a sit-out chokeslam, letting the Harrier go as she was falling to the mat. The crash of the body hitting the mat rattled the cage and the ring. Maybe it was a flash of Leather, but the Stranger was glad to see that Tessa had the instinct to curl up during the impact.

She would sit there for a second or two, contemplating whether to climb out or not. No...she couldn't climb. Her body was too sore to do that. The opportunity was in front of her though. Leaning forward, the Stranger would push the Harrier's legs so that the blonde was folded in half, aiming to pin her where she lay. All that was needed was the ref girl to make the count.

"Uuhh!"
The blonde was folded in half like a piece of paper as she still was wondering what had happened again. It wasn't exactly helpful that this pinning position was kind of embarrassing, but luckily she was busy with breathing and didn't feel herself blush on top of being pinned.

The pin itself was hard to escape from even when a competitor was on the top of her game, and after two chockeslams it sure hadn't got more easy. The referee went down and counted to 1 while she was weakly struggling under the grip of her opponent.

The Stranger was intent on winning this match, but she couldn't help but notice the blush on the blonde's face as she pinned her. It hit her that she had managed to place the Harrier in a rather compromising pin, but it wasn't something that she was going to let get to her as she heard the ref girl counting. "1...."

Intent on getting more leverage, the Stranger would try getting her feet flat on the mat and leverage her lower body up so that her upper body pressed down moreso on Tessa.