Blaise Cameron vs Makie Akamatsu

[Underdoggo]

Blaise's muscles weren't just for show: that was becoming abundantly plain as his arms wrapped around her waist, squeezing tightly around her midsection and seemingly threatening to crush her ribs or compress her midsection. Her skin was starting to perspire as she clenched her teeth, eyes clenched shut as the pain was becoming unbearable. For a match that was only going to be won by a pinfall, Blaise seemed determined to wear her down with submission holds first.

That was, until her lucky elbow strike managed to get him across the temple, and then those crushing arms loosened. Breathing intensely, Makie seized her opportunity to escape: grabbing at his wrists, Makie would try to pry them apart. If she was successful, then she would try to roll under Blaise's arm and then flip him down onto his front, latching her legs around his arm and locking her ankles behind his shoulder as she tried to repay his earlier holds with an armbar, twisting at his trapped wrist for good measure!

[CyanDimitrik]

After taking the bonk on the temple from an elbow, Blaise had unintentionally loosened his hold on Makie's trim midsection. And the girl seems to effectively capitalize on it, dipping his arm and tumbling aside, scissoring the limb and capturing him in an inverse armbar.

"Aagh!"

The pressure in the shoulder and elbow are immediately noticeable, causing him to squirm on the mat. Knees tuck under himself before sliding out, the toes of his boots thumping against the mat. Teeth grit, his captive hand curling into a stressed fist, the other hand pushing against the mat.

"Y'know... you have.. to pin me.. right..?," he asks, head turning to shoot her a strained smile.

[Underdoggo]

Makie was breathing hard now, catching her breath as she relentlessly scissored Blaise's trapped arm, twisting slightly at his wrist as she made sure to keep her boots locked over his shoulder. And so far, her armbar was working wonders: she could hear Blaise's feet thumping at the mat, saw the way his fist clenched and unclenched, heard the way he was groaning despite himself.

"Oh...yeah?" Makie breathed as she stretched away relentlessly at Blaise's trapped limb. "Then...what was your...excuse...earlier...with that STF, huh?"

Makie was half tempted to try to manouver over to lie across Blaise's back, keeping his arm trapped between his legs as she locked her arm across the guy's face with an STF of his own. Instead, however, she knew she had to maintain her momentum, that as much as she wanted to wear him down, she also couldn't afford to wear herself out either. With this in mind, she unwound her legs and stood back up, still holding Blaise by the arm...before stomping down hard just above his elbow, aiming to make the limb nice and sore and to send him rolling.

And then, wordlessly, she would run to the ropes, leap onto the middle rope and spring off of it, hoping to come down hard on the prone Blaise with both knees in a diving knee drop!

[CyanDimitrik]

"Would'ja accept.. a wrestling handshake?," Blaise asks, the smile adjusting into a cheeky, playful note despite the strain.

While Makie is determining her next move, Blaise is similarly devising a way out of the current predicament. He'd always been a student of the game, so to speak. But whereas he was simply a victim of holds previously and tended to shut down in their midst, he's since developed and evolved as a contender. Learned to keep focused. To fight through the pain and turn it around, not simply endure and hope for the best. So he begins gathering his knees beneath himself-

Oh, well hell, she just let go. Okay, nevermind all that.

The release comes with the price of a boot stomping his arm, earning a yelp. He remains on hands and knees, favoring the arm while working through the pain. That is, until a pair of knees blast against his back, bearing him down to the mat on his front, stunned and breathless.

[Underdoggo]

As she came rebounding off the ropes, Makie leapt forwards, rebounding and then leaping towards Blaise as he got up to his hands and knees. Her knees collided hard with his back, flattening him against the mat again, leaving him stunned and motionless underneath her.

It would have been so easy to try to go for another pin count then and there, Makie knew. But she also knew that Blaise could probably take a lot of punishment-- probably a hell of a lot more punishment than her, at any rate. No, she needed to be sure.

Grabbing for Blaise's head, Makie tried to roll him over onto his front. Once that was done, she would slide one leg across his throat, interlocking her legs around his head in a figure four head scissor, and would lean back, clenching her teeth as she tried to squeeze the air out of her fit male opponent. Hopefully, this would be enough to knock him out for a bit so he would be relatively easier to pin.

[CyanDimitrik]

With a quiet groan, Blaise is rolled over. Her leg loops under his neck, and at first, it seems everything is going just as Makie would like.

Internally, Blaise is realizing he's taking things much, much too easy here. He's letting her run roughshod on him, and it's taking its toll on his body. And as the squeeze cinches on, it only becomes more apparent. "Rrk!" This match can't end with a knockout either - a fact she'll surely know. But whether or not she's aware of it is aside the point. He's going to have to ratchet things up to a much, much higher degree if he intends to stay atop her for the full ten. And that has...

...to start...

...now!

Fingers curl against the mat, knees tucking in. Suddenly, he pushes off with his feet to flip the two of them over, rotating the figure four into its reverse, and him landing in a crouch. He doesn't try to free his head beyond that, rather letting the leverage work against itself. Instead, he leans in towards Makie's back, snatching for her wrists to pull backwards in an unfortunate Indian deathlock of sorts, with added surfboard, straining the joints in her leg, her knee, as well as her spine!

[Underdoggo]

Makie felt fully in control now as she leaned back on her palms, squeezing Blaise's head between her thighs. Her male opponent was now gasping and thrashing on the mat in front of her as her thighs curled around his head. She only needed to maintain this hold for a little more, maybe bring him close to the edge of unconsciousness, and then...well, then she would be able to make that 10 count pin without interruption.

"Come on, go to sleep..." she purred...and then yelped in surprise as Blaise suddenly rolled the two of them over! Stunned, Makie was left pressed down onto her front, with Blaise's head still between her legs. She had no idea what the guy had been planning...that was, until he grabbed for her wrists. Alarm bells rang in her head when she realized what was going on.

"No..no--" was all she managed before her arms were wrenched backwards, lifting her upper body off the mat and curving her spine as she was locked in an Indian deathlock! "AAAAH! she screamed as she was bent almost into a C-shape, her chest jutting out embrassingly as Blaise's hold worked over her back and spine painfully. She did the one thing she could do, unlocking her legs and kicking fitfulyl with them, but this did little to alleviate the hold or the pain it was causing her at that moment...

[CyanDimitrik]

It was a fairly awkward predicament at first, to be fair. Makie's legs remaining wrapped around his head as he yanked back put the two in a terribly dodgy position, his face temporarily pressed tight against her hips. Blaise squinted through the pressure and awkwardness trying not to think about the sexy tomboy's crotch in his face, and instead focus on working her spine over.

When the legs detangle, however, Blaise finds a little more leverage in her thrashing. No longer quite barred by her legs being in the way, he bucks forward to mount atop her rear and pulls harder on her arms. The hold sees a transition, Blaise's knees raising at either side of Makie's waist. And inch by inch, he works his grip further along her arms, along her forearms, to her elbows, before finally hooking his left bicep under the girl's chin to secure her in that excruciating angle.

His free hand reaches forward to set flat over her stretched, taut belly, the crowd's roar rising in cheer in anticipation. The referee is crouched beside them, but there are no tapouts in this match! This is purely about wearing his opponent down, breaking her will and inflicting enough damage that her body just won't let her kick out of the lengthy pin. He's not a malicious person by any stretch - competitive, for sure, but this is about handling the challenging girl in the most effective way possible.

And maybe appreciating the tightness of her body while she's trapped in the position. But she doesn't have to know that! His hand slides a little lower along her abdominals, tracing down until he finds the girl's navel. And finally, those fingers curl and grip onto her abdominals, clamping on an additional stomach claw!

"Tap when you're ready to be let out~!," he teases her, bicep flexing as he leans back. No reprieve for the girl given. She'd been going at him so hard, it felt good dishing it out!

[Underdoggo]

Makie fought back as best she could...which, with both of her arms firmly locked in place, wasn't very effectively. The most she was able to do was unwind her legs from around Blaise's head, alleviating some of the pressure as her thighs scrambled against his chest. For a moment, she hoped that this would give her the leverage with which to get her knees down against his pecs and maybe, jsut maybe, give herself some leverage to pull her arms free.

Instead, however, Blaise adapted quickly, moving to sit on her butt even as he kept stretching her arms back. Her chest was heaving now as her upper body was brought level with Blaise's...and then, suddenly, one of his powerful arms clamped over her head. "NMMMPH!" her cry was muffled as her head was arched back under Blaise's armpit in a painful dragon sleeper. "MMMMMMMMMPH!" Her legs were kicking uselessly at the mat now as her back and neck were stretched painfully, her arms still trapped as Blaise ruthlessly bent her backwards, forcing her lithe, red clad body to its limits.

Things quickly went from bad to worse as Blaise's fingers dug into her bare belly. Her cries of pain turned to a muffled shriek at that point; she managed to wrench one arm free, but the most she was able to do was paw weakly at Blaise's encircling arm, feeling a mixture of dizziness and pain as Blaise's intricate submission hold began to take its toll...

[CyanDimitrik]

The euphoria of knowing he has her, really has her, is incredible. A part of him wishes this were a standard match, allowing for the finish here and now. But as it is, he's going to take the hold for all it's worth. She had no intention of showing him mercy. He knows his trainer would throw bricks at him if he did that for her. Not while he has this hold sunk in.

Blaise is very familiar with submission holds and the grappling game. It was his strongest suit outside of acrobatics and aerials even before his hiatus training. But this submission hold, abstract and improvised as it is, feels good. The girl is trapped, the best she's able to do is paw at his arm while he has an entire hand free to take advantage of her defenseless core. To break it down, torture her into submission, and claim the win.

His hips pressure hard against her backside, the muscles of his inner thighs clenching against Makie's hips. He leans back a little further in the midst of her screams, the bicep flexing under her chin. His hand relaxes on her stomach, only to dig in anew, straining against the muscle of her abdominals, gouging, gripping. It's all credited to memory. The feel of her backside beneath his hips, his thighs squeezing her hips. The tension of her chin against his arm, the angle into which he leans back, the arch of her spine. The feel of her smooth, taut stomach beneath his palm and fingertips, the squeeze applied. He doesn't want to forget any of it. A modified dragon sleeper with a stomach claw.

His head lifts, looking to the titantron. There, captured perfectly on camera, is their entwined bodies, perfectly captured and immortalized. Makie suffering, Blaise firmly in control, the various points of pressure and strain. All at once, he knows what to call this hold. The Sizzle Reel.

The only thing left is to see how long someone can last in this. And who better than the spunky upstart trapped in it?

He no longer wants a tapout. He wants the girl going limp in the grip, the pain overwhelming her. To be proof positive to himself, and the world at large, that this new hold is a killer. "Come on, come on...!"