A New Star! - Blaise and Asuka Wakahisa

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is left snickering at her protest. Ah, she's fun. He still plans to pin her and prove himself, but she's fun. He props himself up onto his elbows and turns round, only to suddenly find himself caught about the head!

"Wh-.." He has no time to demand an explanation. He's suddenly yanked back and restrained into a dragon sleeper, the girl constricting and twisting him. His hands move to her arms to attempt prying them loose immediately, chest heaving as the pressure quickly mounts. "Nngh..!" He arches and pushes, feet kicking against the mat, his back pressing tight against her chest.

"This... isn't... how.. you hug..!," he protests through panted breaths. His hands move from her forearm to her thighs, redoubling his efforts there.

[Lark]

Asuka wrenched him back, feeling his body resisting her efforts to bend him unnaturally. She wasn't nearly as ginger now as she had been with her earlier wrist lock. Not nearly as delicate, abusing his back especially wasn't a concern for her. "It isn't? It must be a local thing then! "

As he started to pry at her legs, she was kind enough to part them, providing his back some relief from her knees. She would instead try to wrap them around his midsection to add a scissor to her already firm hold. "Consider this your first real howdy-do from Japan."

She squeezed him in close, both against her body as well as individual parts. She showed no signs of letting up nor did she seem to be holding back at all anymore. "You going to tap, or am I doing to have to make this worse?"

[CyanDimitrik]

This isn't the first time he's been in this hold, and certainly not the first it's been brutal. Though where Blaise lacks in defense, he more than makes up for in frustrating opponents. Asuka may be about to learn that.

"You.. wish..!," he croaks, not exactly making sense or being a coherent response. But it felt like he should respond anyway, and that's the best thing he could come up with given the circumstances.

"Hrrk.." He begins squirming in her grasp, writhing, attempting to wriggle her limbs loose. It seems to accomplish nothing more than to grind back into her body. His hands at her thighs dig in a little more in response to her limbs fully wrapping him. His left hand leaves her leg in favor of reaching back, haphazardly pawing at her shoulder and neck.

[Lark]

Planted firmly on her back, coiled around him in such a way she played the part of an immobile weight, bearing down on the man without mercy.She had stretched his head back to the limit, so far in fact the top of his head would likely be pressed against the canvas. She couldn't go much more with lack of room to wrench or twist him. Instead she had to rely on prolonging the experience. If nothing else, this would drain him of some fight.

Threatening worse was, at the moment just a threat. Though given enough time to whittle him down, she had plans to convert this into a more effective hold. She could wait though. It wasn't as if he was going anyplace. "I think I feel you slipping." She giggled softly.

Her thighs snugged around Blaise's waist as she managed to lock her ankles. As her long legs stretched themselves out, they compressed around his sides steadily growing tighter and tighter. She whistled innocently, a jaunty little tune from one of the shows she watched as a kid. Perhaps illustrating how simple it was to hold him like this would make him reconsider not tapping.

[CyanDimitrik]

It doesn't! Blaise is a ruggedly determined youth with bounds of energy and frightening levels of stubbornness! His head would thrash about defiantly, were it not pulled all the way back to the mat. His body is arched back, pulling his sleek form taut. It'd be a heck of a show, had they an audience, getting a clean view of his abs and pecs. His hands finger her neck, and he holds on securely - not to constrict or choke her, but it's a weird comfort, having some manner of anchor. His head turns instinctively, and he finds himself nose-to-cheek with Asuka.

"Mnf!"

The pain wracking his body is intense, and every passing second just multiplies it. He's endured hundreds of submission holds now, and each one is far and removed from pleasant. And each time, his brain seems to simply shut down. If he can't find the ropes or thrash his way free, he's trapped. The only exception is in training. In training, he performs fine. It's a weird and horrible conundrum his personal trainer has lost sleep over by now, but all Blaise can think of right now is how hard it is to take a full breath, and his face nuzzled against hers.

"Nh.. gh.. hi..," he manages between pained hisses and near-yelps.

[Lark]

She strained, flexing her arm as she tried to work it in tighter around his neck, actually trying to apply a choke to her hold on him. She was starting to feel bad the longer she had him locked in, as if she was doing something unfair. This was however, all part of wrestling. She had jumped on an opportunity and now she was capitalizing. Why wouldn't he just give up?

A shiver ran down her spine at his fingers near her neck, she tried her best to try and shrug them off. "Last chance. It's now or never." She warns, really not wanting to convert the hold. Not only was it to put him in something infinitely more painful, but there was a risk he'd somehow break free in transition. She highly doubted it, not for how long she had him locked in like this.

She had tightened up her legs as much as she thought she good, so much so her thighs were actually hurting from crushing against his body. She rocks a bit, no no real effect other than trying to jar some sense into him. "Come on, tap!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise isn't able to articulate his defiance any longer. His response is an incoherent yelp as she tightens and twists, his legs thrashing against the mat. Her attempts to shake his hand from her neck meets persistence, briefly moving from her throat only to paw along the skin and find clasp again. The increased difficulty to breathe sees the rapid rise and fall of his frame slowing gradually, each exhale a determined hiss with a peal of voice behind it.

[Lark]

It seemed as though this was it. She could just keep her locked in like this and he would be done for. She didn't want that. She wanted him to either give up or lose to a pinfall. Choking someone out wasn't terrible hard to do, not really. If anything it showed how strong Blaise actually was to resist her for this long, rather passing out then giving her the satisfaction.

It could just be that he was dumb and stubborn... But she preferred to think better of people.

She had warned him it would get worse if he didn't submit to her. Now, as he was now was the best time she would have to transition into another move. He might as well have been a cadaver at this point, unless he was a remarkable actor.

She stayed from side to side, slowly building up a gentle rock. When they seemed to have built up enough force in either direction, at the peak of their rocking she shoved their weight over to roll Blaise onto his stomach. Her legs parted from around his midsection, instead planting themselves full spread wide to steady them both and make bucking her off harder. She reclined, not sitting on top of his back having transitioned them into a dragons clutch hold.

She had eased up on choking her now that she was able to ability the steep angled stretching this hold allowed for. "Tap." She offered again, a simple escape from his terrible fate he had resigned himself to.

[CyanDimitrik]

By this point, anyone else who'd been trapped in a submission hold would certainly have tapped out; or had the good decency to go unconscious. Blaise, however, seems determined to ride this out to its bitter end! His vision is starting to fade, the edges growing hazy from the continued choke, his struggles decreasing. And then she begins rocking around with him. He'd question it, but speaking is out is a skill he's recently lost. He finds himself rolled over and the choke released! The upswing of fortunes is taken for all it's worth with a deep, hearty gasp. But that relief is extremely short-lived, having taken the moment to breathe rather than escape, and finds himself arched backwards in a clutch!

"Hnng..!" His arms flail to the best of their ability, praying the ropes are somehow close enough to grab onto! Articulating his refusal is out the window. Even if she abandoned the hold to conserve her own energy, Blaise will certainly not be kicking too high after this.

[Lark]

She had done it all to near perfection to get to this point. She should have felt proud. It wasn't as if he had let her do it. She had worked to get him to this point. So why did it feel so wrong? She bent him back easily, a bit too easily really. It hardly felt sporting at this point to keep things going. She wasn't sure why he was being so stubborn, but she was pretty miffed at him for it now. It cheapened her hard work, even if it wasn't her intention. She felt like she was beating up on a defenseless man... well, right now she was. But earlier he wasn't!

She sighed softly, gradually easing up the hold little by little. Asuka giving him the opportunity to struggle himself free if he had the energy left for it. She didn't want to just let him go, so this seemed like a decent compromise. Perhaps he wouldn't even know what she had done and it would spare him some embarrassment. Who knew? "You're not getting free, so you might as well just stop."