A wrong turn into Lady Land

Marco grinned in dominance as he laid his foot down on her breast, pinning her there. However his position did not last as she struck the back of his knee, sending him down. Seeing this as just another opportunity, he went down with a hard knee directly to the upper chest of Beth.

After he landed, he would quickly try and pin both of Beth's hands with his knees, his butt sat firmly on her stomach/upper chest.

Beth felt the air driven from her as Marco came down on her. She'd been hoping he'd fall off her. Grimacing, she'd start thrashing around as he pinned her down. Yet she didn't stop thrashing, trying to push him off, roll him off, anything that would keep him from getting into a dominant position.

Marco grinned as he came into the powerful position, however he felt that his stature would not last long. Only being able to let fly with a couple of punches before being thrown off of Beth's body, he'd roll away and roll up on all fours, readying for Beth's inevitable counter attack.

Beth would quickly roll away from him, rising up to her feet. Being as hot headed as she was, she charged right at him as soon as she was up, this time aiming to tackle him to the floor. If she could manage that, she'd try to pin him down before proceeding to punch him hard in the jaw yet again.

Seeing Beth rushing towards him, he sprung away to the side, rolling before finding himself on all fours again. He grinned as her attack missed, yet not launching one of his own.

"Whats the matter woman? Why you so angry? Boyfriend not bring you flowers?" Marco said in his thick accent, smirking at Beth, readying for another attack.

Beth lost her balance, falling to her hands and knees with no Marco to tackle in front of her. She'd glare at him, getting angry as she got to her feet. "Shut up and fight!" She'd once more rush him, though this time she'd try to follow him if he dove to the side again, aiming a hard right hook to his head.

Marco grinned, enjoying her building frustration. "Hey relax sweetie, after this, i take you out to dinner." Seeing her rush again, he attempts to dodge but is met with her right hook, sending him spinning in a pivot on one foot, landing on his stomach on the ground, dazed.

Beth would be on him, almost like a wild animal, grabbing the back of his head to try and slam his forehead against the ground. Once she managed that, She'd yank his head back by his hair, wrapping an arm around his neck and locking her hand on her arm, pulling up hard. It was a sleeperhold, but the way she was pulling on him made it more of a choke hold. "You won't be concious after this asshole!"

Blood spattered slightly from a small cut emerging from Marco's head. The brutal impact on the ground left him slightly dazed and confused. Suddenly he felt Beth's sweating arms around his throat, locking tightly and restricting his breathing. Marco growled lowly, as it was all he could say, grabbing at her arm that was held around his neck and tried in vain to pull it away.

Beth would growl as she pulled back hard onto the hold, also adding a sort of camel clutch effect as she locked in her hold. He'd definately gotten her riled up now. And likely, he was regretting it. The only way she'd release him from this hold, was if he was unconcious, gave up, or managed to knock her off.