Madeline Christiansen vs. Ren Akery - Made To Worship

[Lightman]

“Would you like to try that again? With more feeling, this time?”

Madeline rolled her eyes as continued to tease, all while the redhead continued to squirm and writhe underneath. It was all too easy to torment this man…no, boy, to the point she had to find ways to get herself going. At the moment, a competitive fire is all but absent, and Madeline can afford to just keep him there, lazily cranking that arm that it didn’t look like she intended to submit him there and then. While this would work in Madeline’s interest, she might as well play with the boy for all his worth.

For his sake, there better be.

“You know, there used to be this one guy I know.” Madeline would say, a leg would cross over the other as if she is relaxing more than thinking about the match itself. “He was a total arse, absolutely deplorable, wouldn’t want to meet him again. He would constantly blow so much hot air, his words would paint pictures of superiority and dominance. In his first showing, he could really convince people that he can do what he says. Even I would. Young looks, chiselled muscles, great jaw…a shame he kept losing.”

The brunette’s leg would bounce lightly, rolling her ankle in circles, all the while that foot dangles above Ren’s red face. “He may be like you, a total jobber, but what set him apart was that he was convincing. He would add to the show that even I would be drawn into his performance. And although his skills were woeful, he always gave it his all” While she would always prefer a competitive match, she wasn’t afraid to admit that. Madeline would turn her head to look at Ren, seeing the mental struggle he was in. “You are no match for me, Mr Akery. That much is certain. But one thing I ask of you is this…” The same foot that was dangling above would lower down before giving his cheek some brutal, stinging slaps. “Just. Be. Convincing.” Each motion was accompanied by one of the words of her phrase, one being harder than the last.

“Now, are we clear?”

[Vinc10]

D-damn...

Ren moaned as he was once again pinned down by the woman who was doing what she wanted with the young boy's body, the woman probably had more experience than Ren expected, she was just playing with him, demonstrating her superiority and humiliating the redhead by doing it feeling like an ant in front of a giant...Ren continued to moan slightly as he tried to free himself from the woman's tight grip to no avail, Madeline was too strong for him, he probably shouldn't have accepted that kind of fight, the risk was high and the punishments for those who lost were really arduous, becoming the slave of a girl even if she was very beautiful and strong was not something she wanted very much

Madeline begins to tease Ren by telling her about a boy she had previously met, the fact that he was very similar to the redhead made Ren turn up his nose and he understood that perhaps it was another way to undermine the boy's confidence and strength, Madaline was really good with the words, Ren felt more and more humiliated as he continued his move blocking the boy in a dead-end position, the woman's words echoed in the young man's head destroying his psyche while the woman's moves devastated his body

I-i will show you my best

He say whit a grin and try one last time to go away from her whit max of his power

[Lightman]

While she desired something of a challenge, a part of Madeline doubts such a thing would happen after her call to action. At this current point, the English Rose hasn’t bothered torquing the armbar, letting leverage and Ren’s struggles do the job for her. A sadist who relishes in things coming so easily would have loved this. For Madeline, it was the opposite. It’s just like childhood, getting and receiving with no effort on her part…that was the reason she got into combat.

This is why it came as a massive surprise once Ren heeded her words and tried to escape, with much gusto than he did in prior attempts. On one hand, a pleasant surprise, Madeline could finally get something resembling a challenge. On the other, was the redhead just playing around all this time? Lulling Madeline into a false sense of control? That would temper her excitement, as the grip around Ren’s arm would slip away as he moved away.

Except it wouldn’t be as simple as Ren would hope. Quick, trained reflexes snapped her legs into action, coiling around Ren and the arm that had a brief respite of freedom. A triangle choke was a ubiquitous tool in the arsenal of a grappler, but it was still a versatile tool that worked.

“Keep up with that effort,” Madeline smirked. “It gets me going.”

[Vinc10]

Ren tried to use all his strength to escape from the grip of the woman who was slowly weakening the boy, leading him to defeat, he used his arm to push the woman away and free himself from the grip, but the freedom did not last long so a feeling of liberation came immediately. replaced by one of strong pain, the woman used her legs regaining her grip and increasing the strength where possible, Ren groaned slightly at feeling her legs wrap around him in that harsh way

《Fuck...》

Ren had fallen back into the grip which this time seemed even stronger than the previous one, the woman's sculpted legs gripped the boy's body with strength and tenacity, depriving him of the air that slowly came out of his nose, a rather tragic situation, it was now evident that Madeline was superior

Ren wouldn't give him such an obvious victory!

Then Ren used all his strength to push the woman's legs away and then crawled away towards his corner trying to recover but the pain was really strong!

[Lightman]

Madeline didn’t have to do much, but simply let Ren struggle within the triangle choke. Her thighs clamped on his neck, making that pocket much tighter and harder for the redhead to breathe. However, the intent of the move wasn’t to submit the opponent but to keep him in a state of trouble. Ren would use all of his strength, but there was no way to get out of this hold with just strength.

Strength alone wouldn’t fly, and Madeline knew it as such. The Englishwoman knows multiple occasions when a bigger opponent tried to break free from a deeply cinched hold. Ren might have been able to slip away from the armbar, but that wouldn’t work with legs much stronger than even his arms. Pushing won’t work either. And Madeline is comfortable letting Ren exert so much effort to get away.

“Ooooh~. Nice try. But grappling didn’t get far with moves that you could break away.” Madeline chuckled as she looked into her eyes. “Is power the only thing you have? And here I was getting excited…”

[Vinc10]

Ren was captured by the grip of the woman who was slowly depriving the young man of air with her own legs, Ren wasn't really a great expert in the world of wrestling and in the world of grappling, Ren is a rokie and Madeline had experience and a knowledge of how to move around the upper ring. Ren was therefore stuck without too many escape routes, he tried to use all possible strength to escape from the woman's grip, but it didn't seem to help much, something more technical was needed

“ngnn..I will win..”

He then tried to use his legs to act as a bridge and lift his body to try to free himself using a rather particular lever, probably that was one of the boy's few possibilities, in fact the air was scarce and there wasn't much hope for him to emerge victorious, he knew the rules well and what would happen in case of loss, for that he would put 100% of himself

[Lightman]

“Then you’re gonna have to try much harder than that.” Madeline went back to a lazy approach, letting her legs do all the work of whittling away Ren’s stamina. Strong as he is, there’s always a limit, and Ren seemed blissfully aware of letting himself tire out within Madeline’s triangle. While her upper body rested, her lower body didn’t relent, sending pulses of pressure to keep the redhead at bay.

Eventually, Ren would find freedom, escaping from the choke as he pulled away. Whether it’s because of his strength or if Madeline got bored and let him escape is up for the question. The boy moved away, and rather than just getting up, Madeline remained on the ground, propping up to her elbows as she looked up at the rookie. “So…You finally got out.” She scoffed, amused by that sentence alone. “But what will you do next with such freedom, I wonder?”