An Assassin's Attraction (For SubtleRoar)

[CyanDimitrik]

Drake's chop whiffs, and he finds a pair of fingers pinching at his sleek six-packed abs. The immediate response is a confused blink, but a bark of a laugh follows short on its heels. He spins to continue facing her and stays hot on her trail, hands reaching out to attempt locking up with her in a more standard start to a match. The goal would, of course, be to overpower her - but not all at once. That would compromise his stability too much, and if he's getting a proper read on her, she's the sort to be tricky in these situations. So the process is gradual, moment by moment plying more strength into the contest.

"Hope so!"

[SubtleRoar]

"Mmhhh...you're not going to deviate me from my mission!" *Obstinate on caressing Drake's marvelous obliques once more, the sultry ninja realizes the impossibility of touching his midsection while in her current position. Kieda struggles within Drake's hands, but wasn't complaining about the close proximity.*

[CyanDimitrik]

Drake remains engaged with the kunoichi, gradually pouring more pressure into the struggle. With a smirk, he suddenly turns and attempts to change things up by catching her head under his right arm in a standard headlock. His hands would link together beneath her chin, squeezing along her jaw, and mashing the girl's cheek firmly into his flat chest.

"Maybe you're not the only one with a mission!," he banters. The pressure would slowly build, gradually attempting to bring the girl down to the mat.

[SubtleRoar]

"Hhnnggrrrh! W..w..Wouldn't p...put it past you..." *Fully acknowledging how committed Drake appeared to be with introducing her to the canvass, Kieda locked her arms around his chiseled abs, her facial cheeks reddening upon the visceral touch, as she began to counteract his pressure against her by rolling sideways to trip him over her feet.*

[CyanDimitrik]

Kieda's a tall girl. Drake actually likes that he can look her eye-to-eye on even footing. It's a rare thing. But it also makes these reversals surprising, as he wouldn't normally expect that kind of leverage from a female. So he finds himself rolling over onto the mat, ending on his back with her. Rather than continue the grapple, he releases her neck and attempts to backroll free of her grasp to gain a little distance and reset!

"Question is, is your mission to pin me? Or something else?," he teases.

[SubtleRoar]

"D..d..don't tease a woman! T..that's incredibly rude!" *Her retort was a Confluence of both facetious anger and genuine frustration. She couldn't ignore the rapidly increasing attraction she had towards him, but fully embracing it was another matter entirely.*

*However, she needed to concentrate on the task at hand- Incapacitating the nimble grappler before he escaped. Unfortunately, her flustered state provided him with the ideal opening, leaving Kieda to fall behind and return to her feet in a disgruntled huff.*

[CyanDimitrik]

Drake in a crouch, Kieda on her feet; it'll work for him. Looking up at her, he can see the physical contact is having some effect on her. It's a euphoric feeling, knowing he's having that effect on her. Is it just because of him, though? Or is she just completely unused to wrestling a man? He'll probably find out for sure the more they entangle.

For now, however, he wants to take advantage of this situation. Springing at her, Drake attempts to catch Kieda by the shoulders to seize her in place for a knee to fire into her unprotected, bare stomach!

[SubtleRoar]

"Woah...!" *She knew to anticipate a fleet-footed fighter, but Drake moved with an intense purpose of being, of worth. Kieda couldn't quite place him, but she felt her respect for him grow exponentially at the sight of his overzealous drive.

*Refusing to make herself look foolish in front of him, she shifted her arms down in an attempt to negate the brunt of the strike while sustaining as little damage as possible.*

[CyanDimitrik]

The knee fails to dig in in any kind of satisfying way, but Drake tries to keep the pressure on her. With her arms down and his already placed at her shoulders, he adjusts the position to attempt catching her head under his right arm. His left hand sets to the back of her shoulder, and if all goes according to plan, he kicks a foot forward and jerks his body back, aiming to yank the tall girl with him to spike the top of her head against the mat in a spike DDT!

The last time he was asked to wrestle by special request was against a girl who was hoping to get a little action. At that time, he wasn't single. He isn't completely sure if the setup is the same here with Kieda, but the circumstances are different. It'll be interesting uncovering the bluenette's motives here tonight!

[SubtleRoar]

"Shi-THUNK!" *Her utterance of a word of regret was quickly silenced by an immensely loud, impromptu crash into the canvass. Resilient but not impervious to damage, she struggled to her feet before turning around and locking eyes with him from the floor.*

"You..have some training, don't you? " *Her astute observation made it abundantly clear that she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice, as she climbed up the ropes to regain her footing.*