OW. OW OW OW OW OW OW.....<br/><br/>The part of Tiny Terror that wasn't trying not to screech in pain, the part of her that was still "Melissa" was noting that she DEFINITELY was going to have to talk Simon into giving her a massage after tonight's matches.<br/><br/>That was a very small part of her, however, and most of her was trying to concentrate on reaching the ropes and forcing Diamond to release the hold. However, when a solid, well built woman is standing up on top of you trying to put your legs above your head (and not in the fun, "in bed" type of fashion). reaching out and grabbing the rope is not as easy as it sounds.<br/><br/>She didn't want to give up yet. She COULDN'T give up yet. But where could she go.. what could she do?<br/><br/>She reached out, touched the rope for a half instant with a trembling finger, but couldn't grab hold of it. She reached again, just as Diamond leaned back further, and she DID let lose a yelp of pain hand drawn back, trying to lift herself up to at least relieve SOME of the pressure.. Her fist wanted to beat the mat in surrender... but she decided one more try.. One more attempt. If she didn't make it this time, she knew she was going to have to quit.<br/><br/>She reached out.. stretched out, eyes blurring, shoulder straining from the effort....<br/><br/>and hooked one finger on the bottom rope.. but it was enough.