Victory Condition: First fighter to score 4 falls wins. Falls can be achieved by Orgasm, Submission, or KO. Inappropriate tactics are allowed for whatever reason the wrestlers want to use them for.
The match takes place on mats instead of a standard wrestling ring
You cannot un-fatten this ass.
Breath out.
Another match. Another fighter. Another call to do his job.
The choice of venue this time was more of the indie variety, by choice. It was less of a drain of LAW's resources in any case. Fei had come dressed down to the party judging from his typical black and silver chinese-derived shirt and the black leggings that clung tightly to his lower half. That left his hands and ankles barren of covering. The platinum-blonde maven's knees dug deeply into the mat, feeling familiar with the territory of the clean gym-like setup. He had already directed to lock up with his partner. His right hand settled on the nape of his partner's neck, unable to grip it tightly due to the need for this to be a neutral position. His left hand settled on the yellow-blonde's hip. In the meantime, Fei let himself get lost in the sounds of the two's themes running at a low volume at their respective sides of the mat instead of blaring loudly from speakers one at a time.
Fei himself sat in a supplicant's position. That is, with both knees bent instead of going for a crouch. His two legs shifted by inches every few seconds which indicated that he was amped up to start their match of submission. No strikes, unfortunately. Technically, it would be easier on his body as a silver lining. He did not need to worry about cracked ribs from body blows or a sore jaw from head hits.
"Let us put on a good show for the cameras----Riza." Fei noted as his introduction. No point in paying an expensive price if the content is not up to par.
To get ready for the match as soon as the bell called the starting time, Fei then attempted to bring their foreheads together which compelled him to stare down at the floor. A test of strength when the game started. However, the 25-year old would not be pushing against Riza with enough force to actively push her onto her back. That could come later. The vast valleys of muscles underneath his main attire remained tense. Primed. Eager for combat. Pleasure too if it came to that. Judging by how Riza was dressed in the wetsuit-like construction, she might be looking for more of the latter. Now, all that was to be answered was how the lady of the 4 rounds felt about this match and her new enemy.
