A Flowery Rival (Black Severin vs Elle Alresford)

[DSX93]

Being unable to even rise up onto all fours had taken a lot of the edge off, but those elbows still stung when they rammed into Severin's ribs. His pained grunts would act as a testament to Elle's strength. But he would pace himself, ignoring the impulse to risk his advantageous position to take control of that arm too early in favor of weathering the storm as he worked his way to her side. Slowly, but surely, he would gain ground sliding along on a knee and one foot.

He would get to where he needed to be, and then move to take the arm: With one hand down on her back as he rose to his feet, he would lift her offending arm by the elbow and swing a leg up and over her, hooking the arm around his thigh before rolling forward across her. The motion would turn her over onto her back, meanwhile he would trap her other arm underneath one of his, with the other scooping one of those long, bare, soft legs from behind the knee. Shoulders down on the bed with a leg being muscled into an even deeper pin. A textbook Magistral Cradle.

One that would bring Severin's face just inches away from Elle's. A happy accident, and a moment that would live longer than it should have thanks to a referee that was spending too much time admiring how the masked man looked in those shorts to see the pin attempt right away. The temptation to close that distance was strong, but his rational mind would put the brakes on that, afraid of what would happen if he were to make such a blatant move on her so soon after that first failure.

No, he'd let her decide this match's direction.

Hold up. Match.

"One!"

That was late. Not that he was complaining.

[Leira]

Elle could have complained as he kept his positioning and leverage as an advantage to bend her arm here and her leg there and fold her over until her chin could almost touch her chest and leave ninety percent of her ass split and on display for a camera. But all that happened, despite her small grunt of complaint, proved a lot better than his sinking in a sleeperhold or bashing her in the back of the head or anything else worse than landing on her shoulders.

His maneuvering and the pin both offered too technical of a challenge for her to merely shake it off, but once she could see her own toes over her head followed by his face filling her vision, the Californian blinked those green eyes at him with some degree of thought in her eyes. Headbutt could be an option. Biting his nose (softly!) could be too. And of course, the classic was the distracting kiss. "Hiiii there," she flirted. Elle puckered up as she heard the one from the ref and started to lean in closer to him.

She wrenched back before they connected and kicked her legs out at the same time, gripping the edge of the mattress to give her more leverage. She popped free and teetered to the point that she could have fallen off, but she ended up tumbling over toward the head of the bed. Once she figured out which way was up, which did take her a second as she pulled her whipping braid away from her face, she lunged back toward him and sought to wrap an arm around his neck and pull his face down into the mattress.

[DSX93]

Damn it, those eyes. Why did they have to be so pretty?

Severin could see something going on behind them. What that something was, he wasn't sure. But every second that passed drew him further and further into them. His own had momentarily flashed with surprise when she flirted with him, followed by a soft, sweet smile. He...he really hadn't messed this up!

When he saw those lovely lips of hers puckering up, his desires would be allowed to take the reins. It was entirely possible that this was a set up for something, but he didn't really care. "Hello to you too, beautiful." Not the smoothest response, he was sure, but the situation he was in right now wasn't one that was very conducive to deep thought, so what could you really ask of him?

If she was going to give him the opportunity to see how her lips would feel on his, the romantic was damn well going to take it. Who wouldn't?

Severin moved in to meet her halfway, eyes lidded as they came closer, as though he were hypnotized...

Closer. His eyes were shut now.

Even closer. He could feel that they were just about to meet. And then the referee decided that this was the time to start counting.

Wrestling referees. Gotta love 'em, right?

Well, the circumstances served his purposes still, he supposed. He knew that Elle wasn't going to be taken in this soon into the match, and escaping the pinfall this way would sap some energy out of her. A small victory in the long game. He should probably get her in another.

When she came close to falling out of the bed, he half offered her a hand to grab onto and half reached for something he could pull on just in case she couldn't manage it, and missed as she saved herself, leaving him off balance and vulnerable while she recovered. The next thing he knew, he had an arm around his neck and a faceful of silk.

[Leira]

Sure Elle felt a little treacherous, but she still hadn't done anything untoward, she would claim. Give a young woman who knew people found her attractive the right stage though, and no one could blame her for using her advantages. LAW encouraged it. Why else stick her in this sort of match?

She guessed she fit in other ways too. Athleticism to avoid falling off the bed, submission skill, enough technical knowledge to turn a few square feet into an interesting chess match. She took one of his pawns with one of her own as she managed to grab his head when the whole pin-to-tumbling chaos left him off-balance, and with his face in the mattress, there was really only one answer to the question of "how do I start working him over" that lent to their positions.

Elle clinched up with her grip on his head to turn it into a choke with her forearm, and her thick legs flung up so they slapped around his midriff. Her ankles crossed, and well, another milestone of this sort of intimate match had passed: she had him between her legs. Leaning way back, she worked his head with the arm and his body with her outstretched legs that showed off their pretty muscles beneath the soft skin. Elle, her head reclining, watched her own calves flexing. Always fascinating.

"Ooookay. Great time to tap, if you were wondering," she told him before blowing a misplaced strand of curly hair from her eyes.

[DSX93]

Tap out?

Cue another skirmish between his rational mind and the caveman brain that had just made another discovery: While aware that he only had a precious little while before he went to sleep, Severin found that...he really didn't mind being in this space between intimacy and danger. With those legs wrapped around his waist, trapping him. An arm squeezing him tight against her, for the purpose of strangling him. How she felt so soft, yet was so strong at the same time. He felt like he was caught in a vice, she was squeezing down so hard!

If this wasn't a competition -- maybe a session or something instead -- and the brunette was interested in indulging him, the budding kinkster might have been down to do some experimenting with asphyxiation.

But right now? He had to fight. Recalling a few YouTube videos he'd seen of escape and reversal maneuvers for this exact hold, he didn't waste any time. First, he'd shift his weight in the direction of the arm that was currently holding his head prisoner and take advantage of Elle's failure to secure his opposite arm, wrapping it around the back of her neck before rocking himself over to the other side and lifting a foot up flat onto the mattress to push and tilt himself further, relieving some of the pressure around his neck and creating an opening to slip his other arm around her back in the process. From there, he would establish a Gable grip and lean into her, pressing his shoulder into her neck and squeezing.

It would be his very first attempt at a Von Flue choke, and if he were a religious man, this would be the part where he'd pray for it to work. But in the place of prayers would be hope.