At first, he continued to see her calves, barely at the bottom of his field of vision, churn for a proper grip on his legs. If she had managed to endure the tactic, then she would've been able to finish the steps of the submission completely. However, the heat of their contact promoted a change in Gaia's composure. Perfect. It's wide open for Fei to capitalize on. He continued to shift his body into Gaia and to the right, her knees now being forced to hang flush against his hips despite her readjustment. Her failure to adapt cost her the choke, and now Fei had ended up in the
dominant position. Something that fit him like a glove, where he would need to displaced by an equal or superior force if she wanted to turn this balance of power around.
"I am not apologizing to ya. That IS not against the rules." The breathless fighter coasted out as easily as he maintained the current mount. Now having flipped the table over instead of just turning it, there were many ways to go about Gaia's ruination. Two particular ways began to worm their way into his head, now having been exposed to her style and tendencies. The first approach will be a counter as soon as they re-entered the standup game whether he did so out of his own free will or Gaia pushed him to do so. Some kind of kick. He could see it now, as he got his head back in the game. For the second option, he decided to stick with being on the ground out of convenience. He could handle himself well there, the cheering audience members could see that as well as his own estimation in his abilities.
In the present, he did not want to take a break, despite that choke being deep in its application. To buy himself some time, he altered his stature by crawling his knees backward before leaning forward in order to make their chests adjacent to each other.
Laying on top of her now, he exhaled off to the side away from Gaia's face. A small gesture to let her get used to the position. Now that it was time to make a play instead of being passive, he cocked his right knee back, leaning off to his left. He sent it forward, wanting to BLAST away at Wren's hamstrings or the back of her thighs with his knees to spice up the typical engagements the audience would usually see at this point. After following through with this first strike, he did the unorthodox knee again from the opposing side. These lacked the explosive power of an established technique where one could put their weight into the strike but he was only hoping to chip away at her legs' durability. As a final touch to the combination, his right arm wandered up to clasp palms with her left arm and pin it down against the octagon's surface. A notion of passion, stemming from desire to live his life according to his own ideals as opposed to someone else's. Though, he had enough of a sound mind to not start feeling her up unlike the more assertive members of the organization or ones that would not "give a hot sh!t" about another's opinion.
"Show. Me. Show me why I was wrong to challenge you here. Come on."
He added at the end, returning the ear-to-ear grin she had while choking him out. Perhaps he was mistaken to poke at Gaia's spirit like that, but only time would tell the usage of some hair-trigger wit added up to his defeat or victory...
THREAD POSTPONED due to personal problems.
