Strong Enough to Bend (for LoneWanderer)

[Winter]

Smart moves.

Arlise did not want to praise him over everything - that could become patronizing - but as her legs became jaws meant to hold his body to the floor while she manipulated his arm, he operated with the precise counter he needed, better than many veteran wrestlers she encountered. That left him restrained but not pained, nixing what could have become an end to their first round if he did not plan on fighting her to injury. Despite the effectiveness of his counter, Arlise remained latched to him - she still had him by the arm, and her thigh continued to put pressure on his neck, enough that she could potentially wear him down from outright attrition.

He chose, wisely, not to take the neutered hold lying down, however. Arlise clenched her teeth as he rolled around within her grip, eventually forcing her onto her back with him above her as she continued to cling to him. His weight turned pressure onto her shoulder and spine, and the Belgian beauty, while flexible enough for the position, couldn't claim that her hips and legs felt comfortable crunched back over the top of her body. After several seconds, she realized she had no more reason to stay locked in this tangle than he did.

But before she released his arm and the pressure weighing down on her, he acted. The Belgian felt his forearm tap her on the front of the throat before he truly locked her down, and it gave her the chance to tilt her head just enough to take the forearm on her cheek and jaw. His squishing her face into the canvas certainly didn't appeal to her - it hurt, and she must have looked ridiculous on the camera - but at least she didn't endure his choking. Altogether, though, she had lost all of her advantage.

She did not want to let him go, however, and turn over the advantage entirely. She tilted her eyes as far as she could until she found her feet in the periphery. Her right leg had nowhere to go, pinned beneath his body. But the left she tried to fold as best she could, hoping to wedge enough of his neck between her thick thigh and toned calf that she could apply some pressure there. She didn't expect much, especially given her flexibility, but it seemed her best out was a draw where both of them had to reset.

[TheLoneWanderer]

For once, Senji thought that neither woman nor man had put him in this type of position before. The counter had gone swimmingly, with his arm squishing her face into the mat and shrinking her cheeks. She looked a little funny, but he kept that to himself. Similarly to a Triangle Choke, Arlise wedged her left leg into a wonky curl around his neck. While nowhere near as effective, it followed the same principle. Squeeze the sides of his neck, just with a lonely leg.

From Arlise bottom position, she may have felt the faint 'thrum' of blood through his arteries and heard the high-pitched grunt. Now it was his turn to fluster from this funky pseudo-choke(?) and the exertion, as his features looked mashed up from the meaty leg slapped around his head. It was to the point where his gaze was obscured by her knee's back.

To see if he could force a position change, Senji crawled his feet towards the left which might slide Arlise's head towards the right and slowly 'pop' her back into a belly-down position. As Senji's hold on her arm was broken, he attempted to keep crawling towards the left so he could yank his limbs away from the greedy hands. If he got this far, then he'd scurry away a pace or two on his butt and elbows to take the slower option rather than do more close quarters combat with Arlise again.

[Winter]

She… quite enjoyed this.

The average wrestling fan did not wish to watch two combatants locked in a grinding, grunting tangle for long. The redhead, for all the pin-up delicacy of her looks, thrived on these battles, and her figure testified to that fact. She loved the intricacies of limbs and bodies tangling and of navigating with the slimmest of space and in the tightest predicaments. What looked like a pointless mess to many observers made perfect sense to Arlise. Even folded up, ass in the air, and face smashed into the mats, Arlise felt in her element in her search for the tiniest strength or leverage advantage over him.

Unfortunately, the leg that folded like a pincer around his neck did her little good, but at least he looked as lost and inconvenienced as she did from the bottom as he gazed down at her from the back of her knee and thigh. No doubt the fans who did enjoy these matches and planned to order and watch this later would think their situation ridiculous indeed, both of them too stubborn to give an inch. Arlise wished her cheek and jaw would stop hurting, but she bided her time, even once her back started to pang with a few of its own aches.

He started to move before she attempted anything new and clever, and in the process, she slowly unfolded and straightened until she lay on her breasts and chin - somehow more uncomfortable than having her knees and feet dangling over her own head. Figuring any pretense of locking in a successful armbar had long since disappeared, she let his arm go and propped her body on her palms while he continued to squirm and slither away from her, and in seconds, the two who had looked like vines tangled into tree branches broke free from each other.

Arlise looked over her shoulder at him, smiling from ear to ear, Flush as red as her hair swept over her face, down her neck, and onto her pale shoulders and cleavage from exertion and excitement. “That was fun. Do you want to reset and go at it like that again?”

[TheLoneWanderer]

Could that even be considered a question? Not a moment after her proposal of a round two, Senji nodded profusely from being all giddy. From how Arlise coiled around him, mostly. She didn't need the vocals, she probably could tell by him getting amped up as he was indulged. The absence of a crowd is to his preference. While he did not mind an audience, he found this zone more to his comfort.

The feeling of weight returned to his mind, as the effects of the strangle wore off. Ready to jump back into the fray, Senji crossed his legs together. Then, he used a single arm to help him slowly scoot forward, leaning on his right side, in order to give Arlise time to prepare and allow him to take in the limbs she would be using for a submission attempt. His gaze lingered between her lengthy legs and the arms which could take up all the space on his neck, unsure of what she'd pick. There were dozens of subs involving the four body parts. He could counter with a suitable pressure when she darted at his sitting body.

The Gi dragged on the floor, rustling beneath his body. He had much vigor to feed her hunger with, until she possibly constricted it out of him. The people who ordered did not come to see each fighter play possum, after all.

[Winter]

He seemed as excited to tangle up again as she did.

Perhaps he felt the same way about those little, intimate body-battles as Arlise herself did, and if so, she might have to invite him for sparring more often. ...The briefest scrutiny crossed her features as she wondered if he enjoyed tangling with a body like hers in particular, but even if so, she did not mind. After all, she could not have claimed immunity to tangling with a fine body herself, much like his own, and she never shied from relying on a touch of temptation in her own tangles, either. She merely answered his silent enthusiasm with a knowing grin before she pushed up onto her knees and crawled over into place in front of him again, curves on display all the while.

She once more squatted on her knees and toes, centering herself a moment and ensuring she would not jump him before he had prepared. When he seemed to shift toward her left, she switched back into action, too, her arms raised defensively in case he opted for the first move once more. He did not, however, apparently willing to let her take the initiative this time after her concession during the first round, and once they had orbited each other in a half-circle, the inspiration struck her. She almost vibrated with anticipation as she pushed off with her legs to launch herself toward him.

She ended up with her breasts landing on his shoulder and her arm swinging around the side of his neck. However, the Belgian did not plan to use the arm as he might have expected, muscling him into a headlock. That wreaked of predictability. No, instead, she pushed down on his head with one palm while her legs caught up with the rest of her. They swung upward while she tried to force his head into a position where they could pincer it between her thighs in a side figure-four headscissor.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji waited with baited breath for her to spot something she liked in his posture, tensed up from the competitive atmosphere of the room. He squirreled his body to its rear, arching his spine in, when she suddenly LEAPT into his upper body. His throat worked out a high pitched grunt when Arlise pushed his head down. Senji's hands had snapped to grab her wrist, pushing down against his chest to try and get it off before she could sink in a lock. However, her second set of dangerous limbs were the star of the sequence today.

His legs were useless now, for the moment. Arlise jumped past them already. But her legs snagged on his neck, pulling the meaty noose taunt. It compelled Senji to look up before squinting at the fluorescent lighting above them. Quick little minx, wasn't she? Senji swallowed a whine back down, lowly gurgling in the headscissor. Her legs were inverted, so she would be lying on her belly. The redhead palmed her foot first, dissatisfied that he couldn't budge the ankle and knee connection with such a long length of travel required.

Instead of fighting a useless tug of war, Senji's neck suffered in the hold for a notable moment before an epiphany struck him. From Arlise's view, she could feel his malleable throat crunch in on all sides which made his digits curl from the tension and proper choke. He did not mind how warm the bare skin-to-skin was, but it would not get him any better at winning. He attempted to turn onto his left side, trying to grab her supporting heel (the leg not wrapped around his neck) with both hands to see if he was allowed to push it down closer to his legs in order to wrap her foot between his calves to loosen the pressure. It was a big request of his spine, which was supporting him flexing into a crescent shape.

PAUSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE