A Place Beneath - Avery Merritt vs. Ishigami Yuto

[RockRye]

Apartment Accepted Submission Match
The match only ends once one competitor accepts a verbal submission from their opponent. After each submission without an accepted verbal component, the loser of that submission must obey the opponent's orders to worship for the next five minutes.

The plush apartment set hummed with the subtle energy of a stage about to come alive, and Avery Merritt moved through it like a queen surveying her kingdom. The lighting had been meticulously adjusted to cast a soft, golden glow over the space, highlighting the luxurious velvet seating, the pristine bedding, and the stark contrast of minimalistic props. It was a setup designed to be simple yet indulgent, a perfect backdrop for someone of Avery’s caliber to shine.

And shine she would.

Her attire, as always, was a masterpiece. The shimmering fabric clung to her curvaceous frame, accentuating her every contour. Her collarbone, sharp and alluring, caught the light as she moved, while her toned shoulders and the plunging neckline that dipped into her cleavage made an unspoken promise of dominance. But it was her legs, long, strong, and endlessly shapely, that commanded the most attention, a testament to her power and beauty. She took deliberate steps, the sound of her feet padding against the studio mats in a rhythm that seemed to dictate the pace of the evening.

Avery (without shoulder pads)

She inspected the cameras placed strategically around the set. Each lens had a purpose, and she ensured they captured her in her full glory. No angle was left unchecked; every moment of her impending dominance over Ishigami Yuto would be immortalized.

Her thoughts lingered on her opponent for a moment, her smirk widening. She had done her research, of course. Yuto seemed no threat, not to someone of her refinement and skill. Men like him existed to make her look good. And in this particular setting, a studio apartment meant to simulate the intimacy of home—though Avery would never be caught dead living in a studio apartment—the visuals of her dismantling him would be nothing short of poetic.

She paused in front of one of the plush armchairs, her gaze scanning the room one last time before it landed on her reflection in the nearby mirror. Her confidence radiated as she adjusted a loose strand of blonde hair, ensuring every detail of her appearance was as flawless as the victory she had already envisioned.

“Perfect,” she murmured to herself, her voice low and honeyed.

Her fingers grazed the arm of the chair as she leaned slightly, testing the sturdiness of the furniture. Not that it mattered much. She could dismantle Yuto in the middle of the floor if she had to, but the drama of tossing him into a plush seat or pinning him against one of the walls had a certain appeal.

The door creaked, and the faint sound of footsteps announced the arrival of her opponent. Avery’s smirk deepened, her piercing gaze turning toward the sound. Ishigami Yuto had no idea what he had walked into, and that suited her just fine.

“Ah,” she drawled, her voice rich and commanding, “right on time. I hope you’re ready to be taught a very valuable lesson, darling.”

[Lico]

Tonight's match was an interesting change of pace, or at least looked like it to Yuto. Instead of the usual arena and ring, the bout was held inside an apartment room. He had seen some footages of this kind of matches and had a few sessions in a similar venue, but it'd be his first time having an official apartment style match.

The boy was wearing a blue jacket on top of his

, and the first thing he did after entering the room was taking it off and hung it in the nearby hanger. He proceeded inside into the living room where his opponent was already waiting for him.

She looked stunning, as expected from the women in this league. Her built was taller and slightly bigger than his, which wasn't unusual. Yuto had to pause for a moment as he gazed upon Avery's splendid figure, which already stirred some excitement within him. He almost forgot to return her greeting.

"O-oh... Hello there... I'm Ishigami, but you can call me Yuto..." he said a little nervously. "I had plenty of lessons in this league. I guess another one would never, uh, hurt..." he put a hand on his chin and looked up for a moment. "...that's a poor choice of words... Anyways... looking forward to it, Avery-san..." he said with a wry smile.

[RockRye]

Avery’s eyes trailed Yuto as he stepped into the room, taking in every detail. Surprisingly attractive, she had to admit, not that it mattered. She had seen pictures of him before, though they hardly did him justice. Most had him obscured, swallowed up by dominating figures: asses, thighs, and other displays of the kind of overwhelming control she fully expected him to be under tonight. Yet now, as he stood before her, she could see there was something more to him than the hapless boy she’d assumed.

Still, he looked far more captivated by her than she was by him, his gaze flitting over her imposing frame. Avery, ever one to capitalize on the weaknesses of others, allowed her body to shift slightly, leaning just enough to make her powerful thighs flare with strength and prominence. Her upper body followed suit, her curves becoming even more pronounced as she tilted her shoulders.

“Yuto,” she said, his name rolling off her tongue like liquid silk, deliberately slow and dripping with intent. Her voice was both a challenge and a seduction, as if she were toying with him already, wrapping him in a game he hadn’t agreed to but was already losing.

The poor choice of words that tumbled out of his mouth earned a low, velvety laugh from Avery, her icy blue eyes glinting with amusement. She ran a finger along the line of her thigh, a gesture as casual as it was disarming.

“Oh, darling,” she began, her tone both mockingly sweet and laced with menace, “I can never promise it won’t hurt.”

Her hand flicked toward the side of the room, summoning the referee who had wisely stepped out of the way while Avery had finished her preparations. The woman stepped forward cautiously, clearly understanding the tension Avery carried with her, a tension that demanded respect.

Avery’s gaze returned to Yuto, the look in her eyes both appraising and dismissive all at once. She gestured grandly to the room, her commanding presence filling every corner.

“We can begin wherever you like,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of inevitability, “but let me save you the suspense. The results will all be the same.”

Her lips curved into a smirk, one that carried no warmth, only certainty.

[Lico]

Something about Avery's demeanor made her even more captivating to Yuto, from the way she spoke to her laugh in reaction to his words. He felt a tingling sensation already as her presence already oozing her dominance, like a real queen. She wouldn't be the first "queen" he's facing in this business, but he could see how the title fitted her.

"Well, it's a wrestling match, so some pain is probably inevitable..." he laughed a little. "Oh, don't worry about the result. For me, the journey to the end is where all the suspense is..."

And with that, he raised his arms up for a grappling stance, before cautiously approaching his opponent. Unlike inside a ring, it didn't look like he could just charge towards her for a takedown attempt and the likes even though there's actually quite a lot of spaces inside the room. The carpet might seemed like it'd cushion their fall nicely, but if he ran into a wall it'd hurt more than a turnbuckle, probably.

Once he's closing on her, the boy would try to reach for her arm. His aim was to try yanking her towards him, disrupting her balance so he could move in further and try wrapping his other arm around her neck for a side headlock.

[RockRye]

Avery’s eyes narrowed as she studied Yuto’s demeanor, the subtle tells in his expression and body language giving him away entirely. His words about the "journey" echoed in her mind, and she could practically taste the subtext. To her, it sounded less like a man ready for competition and more like one yearning to be conquered.

Her lips curved into a slow, mocking smile, and she tilted her head, her tone laced with wicked amusement as she spoke. “Oh, I see how it is." She leaned forward slightly, her presence almost suffocating. “You just want to be made to heel… underneath me.” The last words hung in the air, her blue lips curling further upward as she let the implication sink in.

This felt less like a standard match and more like one of her private sessions but with all the publicity and perks of a LAW match. The thought sent a thrill through her. If this was what he wanted, she had no issue delivering it. On her terms.

As he stepped closer, his hesitance was palpable, and Avery reveled in the power imbalance that grew with every tentative movement he made. When his hands reached for her arm, she allowed him to grasp it, putting up just enough resistance to seem like she cared about the struggle. He tugged at her, and she let herself be pulled in, though she was certain she could have stopped him cold if she’d wanted.

But no. She wanted to be closer.

The moment he tried to transition into a headlock, Avery moved with calculated precision, exploiting his every hesitation. Darting in closer, she used his momentum against him. Her free arm shot up, strong and deliberate, her fingers locking around the back of his neck. In one fluid motion, she coiled him into an inverted headlock, pulling him into her grasp with an ease that was almost insulting.

The press of her heavy breasts against his upper chest only emphasized her dominance, the sheer force of her presence overpowering. She flexed slightly, her sturdy bicep pressing against his face, leaving him little room to breathe, let alone counter, as the headlock bent him backward.

[Lico]

Yuto wasn't under any illusion that this match would be any different in result the moment he saw Avery, so he didn't bother putting a tough act. In his experience, some people could be a little kinder if he didn't act like a jerk from the start. He didn't really deny her sentence, but he also wasn't going to just fold up and give to her so easily, as it'd defeat the purpose of the match.

As he's able to pull her closer, a part of him was suspecting that Avery had a plan of her own by allowing her bigger frame to be yanked by him. That exactly what was happened as she countered his headlock attempt by putting him into a headlock of her own! The boy barely got the time to be surprised as she almost effortlessly turned around his offense and ended up making him being backwards in the hold, causing him to groan while his hands reached for her arm to try loosening the hold.

"G-gah...!"

The hold was solid and left him with little else to do but to squirm helplessly. He did try to shift his weight towards her, aiming to unbalance her and hoping she'd loosen the hold so he could slip away from it.

[RockRye]

Avery’s arm remained firm, grinding against Yuto’s head with a calculated pressure that was enough to convey her dominance without wasting unnecessary energy. She could have poured all her strength into the hold, but she preferred to pace herself, playing the long game. This wasn’t just about winning. It was about establishing who held the power to everyone who would eventually watch the match, and Avery Merritt had no intention of ceding an ounce of that authority.

Still, Yuto wasn’t entirely passive. His wiry frame gave him some advantage, and she could feel the way he wriggled and shifted within her grip. It wasn’t enough to truly challenge her, but it was enough to force her hand. When he bent himself inward, leveraging his height and agility, Avery made the tactical decision to release him rather than risk being pulled off balance.

She stepped back fluidly, her movements purposeful and unhurried. Her piercing gaze locked onto him as he straightened, and a small smirk tugged at her lips. Giving him space was intentional. Avery knew the value of psychological warfare, and letting him think he had earned even a moment’s reprieve was part of the game.

But only for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Avery ducked low and surged forward. She threw her powerful frame into his chest, her momentum slamming into him with force. Before Yuto could react, her arms coiled around his torso like steel cables, locking him in place. This was one of her favorite maneuvers for spirited sessions, a bearhug that showcased her raw strength and control while draining the fight out of her opponents.

[Lico]

Yuto was released from the hold before it could really strain him, but the freedom he gained was short lived. Leaning towards Avery made him stumbled a little as she let him go, and just as he adjusted his balance, she was already onto him, closing the space between them without giving him the time to react. He gasped as her frame hit him, her arms quickly wrapping around to prevent him from being knocked off her, and then, the bearhug.

"Nngghh...!" Yuto groaned, his hands trying to pry apart his opponent's arms, unsuccessfully. "C-crap..."

This wasn't a hold he could really get out from given that Avery was bigger and stronger than him. He tried to squirm to make it difficult for her to really squeeze him, but that's only delaying the inevitable. Not to mention the friction between their bodies only giving him some distraction, probably more than it affected her.

He'd try to lift up his legs, aiming to wrap them around her midsection. But even if he was able to do that, there's no way he could exert the strength to squeeze her effectively in this position.

[RockRye]

Avery pulled Yuto tighter into her grasp, her body enveloping his smaller frame with a combination of overpowering strength and sensuous dominance. Her full, heavy breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her sculpted abs forming an unyielding barrier, and her arms, corded with muscle and steely resolve, coiled around him like a vice. The clasp of her hands on the far side of his body was the final lock, sealing his predicament as she prepared to savor every second of this hold.

Her first big squeeze was deliberate, a test of his resilience and a show of her might. Avery’s eyes locked onto his, watching for the telltale flicker of discomfort, surprise, or even the faintest hint of submission. His reactions were a delight. It was moments like these that Avery truly relished.

Trapping him in a bearhug, a hold traditionally wielded by massive, hulking men, was a special kind of thrill. The irony of using it as a weapon of her own, her curves and power combining to completely overwhelm him, was a satisfaction she couldn’t help but savor. His attempts to fight back, including the effort to lock his legs around her midriff, only added to her amusement.

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Avery teased, her voice a sultry mix of mockery and encouragement. “Keep it up. I like a little fight.”

But his resistance was ultimately futile. She had him too tightly, too securely, for anything he did to truly matter. Avery wasn’t in the mood to simply milk the bearhug for all it was worth, though. There was more to this dance, and she was leading. With a confident smirk, she turned, stomping her way toward the bed with deliberate steps that shook the very foundation of the room.

As they reached the edge, she rushed forward in a sudden burst of energy, slamming Yuto’s back against the bed. Her larger frame pressed over his, imperious and inescapable, as she loomed above him.

“And now,” Avery purred, her breath warm against his cheek as she leaned closer, “you’ll really start to feel what you’re up against.”

She leaned in with her full weight, pinning him against the bed with an almost casual display of dominance, as though to remind him that she was just getting started.

[Lico]

With Yuto pretty much already at Avery's mercy, he could do little as she began to carry her towards the bed in her embrace. It's kinda embarrassing how she easily carried him like that, but at the same time it's stirring him up a little as well. She slammed him, fortunately onto the bed, but the impact of the crash did make his legs let go of her waist.

"Guh...!"

Her frame pinned his to the bed, and despite his effort to push her, she barely budged. The boy would try to use his legs to shove her as well, but he couldn't really slip them between her front and his. He could feel her breath on his face, making him growing a little more flustered. Yuto was simply stuck under Avery as it was, and could only brace himself to whatever she's planning to do next.