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For several agonizing minutes, I poured on the pressure with my Lotus Lock. I had used it time and time again to submit out some very powerful opponents. But, Megan Lestat, my Facebook fan... she wasn't giving in. She cried out for several moments at first, but after gulping back her breath, she growled and twisted; struggling with everything she had left against me.

Pulling my butt off the canvas, I was pressing my legs that nelsoned her arms, tying her up almost helpess against me. But, still she fought to break free.

Megan managed to pull her legs in, get her feet under her. She was almost to standing, making it harder and harder for me to keep the Lotus clamped on. Suddenly, she spun her whole body around. She did not succeed but it broke the hold my legs had around her upper body and I also twisted to one side from her momentum. I had lost the hold.

But, the cost on Megan Lestat was too much. She couldn't keep her feet. Dropping to her knees in total exhaustion, she then flopped forward onto the canvas with a loud crash. Sprawling on the mat, her breath heaving and chest pounding, Meg had escaped - but she had nothing left.

Drained, but with something still in the tank, I rolled over and made my way to my fallen opponent.

Labouriously, I laced her legs with mine and then bent forward and clamped hold of her wrists. She moaned in protest but could barely move her arms and legs in a flailing attempt. Grunting loudly, I rolled onto my back, the shifting of my weight lifting her spent body off the floor. Aloft over me, Megan hung in the air by our intwined legs and hands. Her body jerked as she cried out with renewed desperation.

"You wanted... to try me... here I am."

I applied inner pressure on her wrists, torquing her arm sockets as I pressed my boots into her aching thighs.

"Give!" she blurted, "Give! Ohhhhhh... God, I give!"

Satisfied, I eased... lowering her, then rolling to my right as a released her arms. She landed with thump on her side, struggling to catch her breath. Rolling to all fours, I crawled over and turned Meg onto her back. I purposely laid myself cross-body across her chest and wrapped her left arm with my legs. Meg looked up at me as I positioned myself for what could have been a side-control pin.

"I said I give..." she repeated.

I nodded.

"I know," I said, enjoying victory as our heart rates were coming down, casually holding her under my side. But, she wasn't struggling. Meg seemed relieved.

"You hokay?" I asked. My own shoulders and upper back still stung and I could feel the leg aches would be coming later. She nodded confidentally, but I could tell she was still recovering.

"Yeah... that was... that was awesome actually," she said.

We both burst out laughing.

"I mean it!"

Meg got some of her wind back as she sat up. We both just hung there in the ring, seating in the middle of the canvas. She continued.

"Yeah, you kicked my ass, but that was so cool. Fighting in a big ring like this? Oh my God! I actually got hit with a spine buster. It was a spine buster, right?"

I nodded.

"Ugh! I should have set up my cam! Must have looked sick!"

Shaking my head, I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Yeah, sick... You hit pretty hard too," I added. "You are no newbie."

"Yeah? Thank you! I kinda' taught myself the Nelson Driver though. I get it right? It felt right. We should do this again, soon. You can kick my ass again, but I want film it next time! Ooh... ooh! Think you can do your Turbo finisher thing on me?"

I got to my feet and helped her up as made our way out of the ring to gather our things. I kept my composure; wrestler's pride at not showing any aches or pain. But I definitely needed a shower, tacos and a crash on the couch with my kitty, Shadow afterwards.

"Maybe," I finally replied. "We'll see... Anything for a fan."

What happened before: Electric Dyna-Mo vs Megan Lestat 6 - Lotus Lock

Images by the wonderful RemulationR
Megan Lestat is a Facebook friend and fan of mine, Megan Wilson

Description
For several agonizing minutes, I poured on the pressure with my Lotus Lock. I had used it time and time again to submit out some very powerful opponents. But, Megan Lestat, my Facebook fan... she wasn't giving in. She cried out for several moments at first, but after gulping back her breath, she growled and twisted; struggling with everything she had left against me.

Pulling my butt off the canvas, I was pressing my legs that nelsoned her arms, tying her up almost helpess against me. But, still she fought to break free.

Megan managed to pull her legs in, get her feet under her. She was almost to standing, making it harder and harder for me to keep the Lotus clamped on. Suddenly, she spun her whole body around. She did not succeed but it broke the hold my legs had around her upper body and I also twisted to one side from her momentum. I had lost the hold.

But, the cost on Megan Lestat was too much. She couldn't keep her feet. Dropping to her knees in total exhaustion, she then flopped forward onto the canvas with a loud crash. Sprawling on the mat, her breath heaving and chest pounding, Meg had escaped - but she had nothing left.

Drained, but with something still in the tank, I rolled over and made my way to my fallen opponent.

Labouriously, I laced her legs with mine and then bent forward and clamped hold of her wrists. She moaned in protest but could barely move her arms and legs in a flailing attempt. Grunting loudly, I rolled onto my back, the shifting of my weight lifting her spent body off the floor. Aloft over me, Megan hung in the air by our intwined legs and hands. Her body jerked as she cried out with renewed desperation.

"You wanted... to try me... here I am."

I applied inner pressure on her wrists, torquing her arm sockets as I pressed my boots into her aching thighs.

"Give!" she blurted, "Give! Ohhhhhh... God, I give!"

Satisfied, I eased... lowering her, then rolling to my right as a released her arms. She landed with thump on her side, struggling to catch her breath. Rolling to all fours, I crawled over and turned Meg onto her back. I purposely laid myself cross-body across her chest and wrapped her left arm with my legs. Meg looked up at me as I positioned myself for what could have been a side-control pin.

"I said I give..." she repeated.

I nodded.

"I know," I said, enjoying victory as our heart rates were coming down, casually holding her under my side. But, she wasn't struggling. Meg seemed relieved.

"You hokay?" I asked. My own shoulders and upper back still stung and I could feel the leg aches would be coming later. She nodded confidentally, but I could tell she was still recovering.

"Yeah... that was... that was awesome actually," she said.

We both burst out laughing.

"I mean it!"

Meg got some of her wind back as she sat up. We both just hung there in the ring, seating in the middle of the canvas. She continued.

"Yeah, you kicked my ass, but that was so cool. Fighting in a big ring like this? Oh my God! I actually got hit with a spine buster. It was a spine buster, right?"

I nodded.

"Ugh! I should have set up my cam! Must have looked sick!"

Shaking my head, I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Yeah, sick... You hit pretty hard too," I added. "You are no newbie."

"Yeah? Thank you! I kinda' taught myself the Nelson Driver though. I get it right? It felt right. We should do this again, soon. You can kick my ass again, but I want film it next time! Ooh... ooh! Think you can do your Turbo finisher thing on me?"

I got to my feet and helped her up as made our way out of the ring to gather our things. I kept my composure; wrestler's pride at not showing any aches or pain. But I definitely needed a shower, tacos and a crash on the couch with my kitty, Shadow afterwards.

"Maybe," I finally replied. "We'll see... Anything for a fan."

What happened before: Electric Dyna-Mo vs Megan Lestat 6 - Lotus Lock

Images by the wonderful RemulationR
Megan Lestat is a Facebook friend and fan of mine, Megan Wilson