Apex vs. Sirya - Can I Get a Volunteer?

[CyanDimitrik]

Apex feels her shiver. He caught that blush on her cheeks. It's amusing, but also a little endearing. Sure, she may not be consciously aware of it, and almost certainly not in control of it. But it's a nice little nod to a physical truth between them. Wrestling involves some extensive physical contact, and things have been a little.. charged, here and there, in this match.

After the first count, the skunk looks back don to her face. His hands tighten on her wrists, and his body shifts to reassert his position over her, causing their forms to grind together. After the second count, his body arches, indulgently letting his hips press tighter to hers. The moment is about to end, so he may as well enjoy it while it lasts for one final second!

Suddenly, she's jerking her frame upwards against him, popping her shoulders up. The officiator flails wildly to declare only a two-count! Apex lifts to his knees, staring down at her. She's more resilient than he expected!

"You're tougher than you look. But it's time to end this..."

Still holding onto her wrists, he yanks on her to jerk her up to her feet. With a quick spin, he attempts to face her out at the crowd, his arms hooking at her biceps to restrain her arms behind her back and leave her defenseless. If caught, he'll walk her to the center of the ring and slowly turn with her to showcase the helpless human to the roaring audience. They know he's about to finish her!

[CaptainL]

Sirya tensed as she felt the skunk exert more pressure on his hold, her teeth clenching. Particularly as they started to grind together. His fur brushed her back, and she shivered again, her blush only growing deeper as she could feel the muscles at work beneath his coat. Was he catching on? She couldn't quite tell, but her head was in the game, and that's where it could stay as far as she was concerned. She didn't need anything distracting her. And she put the energy into the push, lifting her shoulder up from the mat!

Apex talked tough, but Sirya met his challenge with only a nod, her brow narrowing to fix on him with a look of determination. "Oh, go on, try it!" she snapped, gnashing her teeth in anger to try and intimidate her opponent, if she could. Whether she was about to lose or not, she wasn't about to let it show. She wasn't afraid!

The skunk clung on tighter, and with another pull Sirya was dragged to her feet, stumbling a bit on her newfound footing as she had to abruptly adjust. He then spun her back around, and the girl was dizzied for a few short seconds before Apex could grab for her arms and pull her back. Sirya winced and coughed from the pain of her arms being worked like this, bending forward a little at the waist. Still, she held on. It could be worse, and at least she was still on her feet. She glared back at Apex over her shoulder, wanting to make it clear that she wasn't going down without fighting.

Nevertheless, Apex moved. He walked back to the center of the ring, and stopped there. Sirya could only wonder what he was planning, what she could expect. And then...nothing?

The skunk just. Stood there. In the middle of the ring, with everyone cheering around them. What exactly was the point of this, the girl wondered? Apex could've easily finished her off, but he wasn't. She was totally at his mercy, and not only had he neglected that, but he'd given her time to catch her breath and recover as well. The wild girl's mind boggled at the thought of Apex making such a foolish oversight. What was he trying to do, show her up? That possibility rose higher and higher in her mind as she listened to the ovation he was getting - and it just made her mad. Sirya had put up a fight, even challenged him despite the difference in size the whole way through, and he was going to act like that all meant nothing? No. Hell no. Sirya was going to teach him a lesson for not taking a golden opportunity like this. She was shaking in rage, her hands balled into fists, until suddenly she let loose a scream of rage that cut short the cheers for a moment as everyone fell silent.

"YOU DUMBASS!" she interjected with a stomp of her foot, before she made her move. Sirya didn't have access to her arms - but she didn't need her arms. In a position like this, she could still throw back her head, going to slam it into Apex's chest.

[CyanDimitrik]

Apex isn't expecting her to behave; not with how she's been this entire match. He's hoping for some struggling, fussing, maybe even whining. But it's that moment where she realizes there's nothing she can do that he's looking forward to. That point when she has to come to terms with the fact that the end is coming, and she's helpless to stop it. The audience is roaring for her blood - metaphorically speaking. He's not the sort to want to actually break someone, and bloodying an opponent feels excessive.

And then she yells at him. And what she yells at him silences the crowd. In fact, it even earns an odd little headtilt from the skunk. Suddenly, her head slams into his chest, forcing the air from his lungs. He releases her arms to move back a couple steps, one arm crossing his chest as he stands bent over, attempting to work the air back into his lungs.

[CaptainL]

Sure enough, Apex didn't do anything to protect himself. Not that he really could, being directly behind Sirya, but he got himself into this predicament to begin with, so it was ultimately his fault regardless. Sirya's head smacked against his chest, and the skunk backed away - in the process letting go of her arms. That would be a big mistake, as Sirya was prepared to show him.

"Oh, there's more a that!" Getting out of Apex's attempt to finish her off emboldened the girl; she felt now like if she could do this, she could do anything. And now that he was off her back, he was wide open. Sirya was quick to close in on Apex to follow up on her momentum, and to make good on her threat. She threw a swift hook at his chest with one fist, while her other went to his chin to attempt an uppercut.

[CyanDimitrik]

Apex is still recuperating from the hard blow to the chest, when another punch comes in. It forces a grunt from the skunk, but it isn't the real threat. He's managing to get his breath back, but she punch kept him on the defensive. His arms close in more to protect his torso - which lets her get her follow-up punch in. The skunk's head whips back from the hit, and he staggers a few steps.

Dazed on his feet, Apex looks ready to drop with a little more encouragement from his smaller foe!

[CaptainL]

One blow landed, and then another. The smaller girl was racking up hit after hit as she pressed on her advantage. Even without the panther paws of her cloak to reinforce her strikes, Sirya still knew how to hit where it would hurt - and against a dazed opponent like Apex was, she wouldn't have much trouble. She grinned wider, reveling in the irony of the setup. Apex, despite his superior size, and despite looking like he had the match won just a moment ago, was now at Sirya's mercy - and to think, if he hadn't stopped to gloat, he would've won this.

As the skunk went staggering back, Sirya wasn't going to let him go. She lunged after Apex, closing in on the distance between them, before throwing an elbow out in front of her to clothesline him. "Haaah-!"

With that much force behind the strike, Sirya could expect to drop Apex off his feet. And then she saw her chance. She didn't know how long exactly she would need to get on top of him to secure a victory, but she thought it was safe to assume that it'd be long enough when he was so dizzied. She had seen him fall hard, and she figured he wasn't getting up any time soon. Following on her forward momentum, Sirya threw herself down on top of the downed Apex to go for the pin.

[CyanDimitrik]

The clothesline nails the stunned skunk, bringing him down off his feet as intended! He lands with slam against the mat, body splayed and vulnerable. The audience is cheering for the girl as she drops herself over him.

Apex is dazed, but still aware of what's going on. When her weight lands over him, he's instantly focused. Perhaps not strictly on the match at hand right now, given the way she's lying over him. With a quiet groan, his dark purple eyes open and turn to her face right over his. His breaths whisk against her lips, each ragged inhale swelling his toned, bare chest against her modest breasts, his tight abdominals against her belly. The feel of her hips over his is an interesting sensation, and as he shifts beneath her, it creates a little friction in that particular area.

The referee drops beside the pair! "One!"

[CaptainL]

The crowd went wild. While it looked like Apex had the edge a moment before, now Sirya was on the cusp of performing a true underdog victory, as despite her smaller stature she had pushed on against the odds and taken Apex down. Furthermore, after he had made a show of his domination over the human, the spectators were excited by the thought of seeing him punished for his cruelty.

Sirya heard the cheers, and she figured it had to mean she was doing something right, at least. And if that was the case, there was no reason not to keep this up. She leaned in and pressed down harder - and in turn, she felt Apex's body caress against her own, which made her tense. Particularly as Apex's crotch brushed her own, the girl felt her resolve waver in her, her grip easing up just a little, but she still wouldn't let go. It definitely pushed at the edges of her mind with questions she was curious to see answered, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Apex, though, would hear her purr ever so slightly, the sensation of his warm body and fur moving against her own, as she could feel the muscles working beneath his skin with each breath, bringing a pleasant sensation to her. It was so low as to go unheard by anyone in the crowd, or even the referee - but it was there.

But the referee was at work all the same, and other developments were at work. "Two! THREE!"

And with that, the match was over. The crowd broke out in a cheer, applauding the girl's come-from-behind victory and perseverance. This had certainly been a match full of surprises, and they were glad to have been there to see them. To Sirya, however, this upheaval only served to confirm her suspicions. Oh, that's what it is, she thought to herself and nodded, the sudden cheer of the crowd having pulled her mind away from thoughts of the skunk beneath her. Neat.

[CyanDimitrik]

Apex's head is swimming after the surprise hits, taken more off-guard than genuinely battered. But the combination of the hard, desperate choke, the wrenching on his arm, and the hits, she's delivered well enough to've earned this pin. In truth, he's also perhaps a little distracted - so that isn't helping his situation. Feeling her body brushing against his is a unique sort of pleasure, having her slender body pressing over him, muscle to muscle, curve to contour. That purr she exhales sharpens his focus, but on her, rather than the counting going on beside him. His back arches, pressing himself tighter against her body. Then his focus shifts to deliberately brushing his hips against hers, that distinct firmness easily felt between her legs.

The third count sounds off. The bell rings. She'd beaten him. He'll care about it later. For now, he just gazes up at her face. He's trying not to grin a little at her. His right hand does lift off the mat enough to come to rest at her waist - a light, non-aggressive touch that may communicate something other than a fight.

He doesn't move her off his sturdy frame. He lets her languish in her position over him however long she likes. She earned it, after all, and it makes for a more impressive visual the longer she remains lying over him. Of course, that isn't the only reason. He's enjoying it. And to emphasize that, while the audience is distractedly marveling over the sudden surprise finish, he gives another focused grind against her hips, trying to coax out another purr - or more. He has no idea what to expect from the panther girl.

[CaptainL]

Sirya didn't quite know what to make of this. Had she won, or hadn't she? The counting had stopped, and everyone around her was cheering. She would've thought that meant she had won, but Apex was still grinding under her. She might've thought that it was an effort to escape, but it didn't quite feel like one either. And besides that, it was stirring up more funny feelings in her, feelings she didn't know where they were coming from or how to define them. All she knew was that they made her face go red, and she shuddered softly under her breath, biting her lip a little to try and ground herself.

And Apex continued, holding his hand up to rest on her hip. The girl's skin twitched a little under his palm from the tingly, tickly feeling, and if he listened closely, he might have heard her groan a little, while her fingers coiled tighter around Apex's shoulders. "Nngh-!" she groaned, her freckled face still flushed hard. But Apex was just laying there, and she could feel his body was quite relaxed, especially in comparison to how tense he'd been earlier. He wasn't trying to push her off, like he would've just a minute ago. Just what were his motives?

That was something Sirya thought she'd look into. "Hey, what're you doing?" she rasped. "The fight's over, right? Isn't it?"