“Red Haired Tramp is it, Erin?” I’ll have you know that I am not a Tramp, Silk, or a member of any clique. Or were you calling me a tramp in a generic sense? In any case, I once respected you as an opponent and admired your abilities, but name calling? You’ll pay for that with some pain. As I feel you try and pull your arms down, I remove my hands from the full nelson and place them in the center of your back. I push down hard, slamming those little fried eggs you call breasts hard into the floor. I continue to press down on your upper back as I pivot my body around so that I am sitting on your lower back facing your feet. I grab your left ankle and pull your leg up toward me, securing your calf underneath my right arm, supported my left hand at your knee, pulling your leg further up. I lean back and put you in a one legged Boston Crab. I lean back and stretch your left leg, pulling it up hard towards me. Your lower back must be on fire. My right leg is on the outside of yours, while my left one is stepping on your groin as I lean back and apply pressure. I just don’t want a submission, I want to hear you scream it. Do it now, Erin. I can make this stop. You just let me know.
