A Spar to Remember

[321Shazam]

Yasha would be pulled away from the ropes by Drake and then he'd position her for a Teardrop Suplex. Yasha would try to throw some punches to Drake's head to stop him from building momentum. However, Yasha would already be mid-air before she'd land on the back of her neck and would laid on the mat trying to recover as much as she could after the move. Yasha needed to do something fast to comeback into this spar against her very game sparring partner.

[CyanDimitrik]

The impact wasn't a light one. Drake had the momentum on his side, and he had no intention to let up on her. Sealing the victory, even in spar, over her would be a nice achievement, and it's one she's made him work for. But it's not something he can claim until she's been put away.

That means he still can't give her room to breathe.

Drake turns to grab her by the shoulders and draw her up to her feet. And once standing facing him, he leans in to hook his arms around her waist and sweep her into the air upside-down. There, her scantly-clad body will be gripped against his, her breasts against his hard abs, his chest pressing into her stomach. It's a dreadful position for most anyone to be in, and easily identifiable as a tombstone piledriver. But for Drake, it's a bit worse. He's setting her up for the Total Eclipse finisher.

He'd avoided putting her through a finisher before. That isn't going to happen now.

"Better hold on," he advises as his arms grip tighter around her waist.

[321Shazam]

Yasha was still reeling from the impact of the Teardrop Suplex. The strength difference had definitely made this spar much harder than Yasha had anticipated. However, Yasha was in trouble she was brought back up to her feet and set up for Drake’s finisher the Total Eclipse. By the time Yasha realized her positioning it was too late as her skull was spiked into the canvas and the former Rumble Rose was knocked completely unconscious and motionless from the move.

[CyanDimitrik]

Following the single flip impact of Yasha's skull against the mat, courtesy of their combined bodyweights, Drake released her. There lie Yasha, prone, looking incapacitated. But looks can be deceiving, and Yasha's sprung back from surprising circumstances before. Besides, she's one of the Rumble Roses. Not only does he not want to take a chance, but he really wants to prove, not just to her but to himself, that he's at that level or beyond.

Standing, he leans over her to reposition the girl's arms to stretch above her head. That should leave her stomach nice and taut, completely defenseless for what's to come. He turns to climb the nearest turnbuckle, positioning himself atop the ropes, facing outwards. His arms raise for an audience of zero, and he shoots a look over his shoulder to mark his target. And then he's off. Springing into the air with a graceful, controlled backflip, pulling his arms and legs to either side once the rotation is finished to stretch his own six-packed abdominals taut. The impact would be a hard one, landing his stomach directly across hers for the fullness of the Shooting Star finisher!

[321Shazam]

The spar could've been finished right there with the piledriver however Drake wanted to be certain Yasha was down for the count. Tasha was in no condition to stop him, as Drake soared through the air and crash landed onto Yasha's said stomach. Yasha was then effectively knocked unconscious, not moving only breathing after Drake's move as she laid motionless in the ring for Drake to claim his win over the former Rumble Rose.

[CyanDimitrik]

And claim that win he would.

Following the impact of his sleekly-toned abdominals across Yasha's stomach, he immediately arches his back to push them tighter together. He can feel the complete lack of resistance in her. One arm reaches back to hook her smooth thigh, drawing the leg up against his ribs. The other hand will have to be used to count the pin.

"One..."

His back arches a little more, enjoying the moment while it lasts. She's gorgeous, famous, and completely defeated. The cherry on top is that now he has that added level of confidence. Barring some miracle of fortitude, he's certain he has her now.

"Two..."

He indulges just a little more in a light grind of his abs across her stomach. His fingers dig in a little to her thigh to keep her leg captive. He's loving this. His head turns to look back towards her face.

"Three!"

Once the third count has been given, he eases on her leg to lower it back down to the mat, but doesn't de-tangle his arm from the limb just yet.