A Dance With The Siren (Black Severin vs Siren Serena - Standard Match)

[DSX93]

Severin was right: He wasn't in any danger from from her. Not in that way.

The Siren had already let up on the pin before he could even kick out, making it an ironic waste of energy. The leather-clad bombshell was surprisingly quick to rise to her feet given the hold she was in moments ago, but when she turned to the ref, he knew that he'd have a moment to get some precious oxygen back into his lungs. And of course, he took it.

Like he really had a choice in the matter.

More cheers from the crowd when Serena took her turn to berate the ref. Maybe now he'll get his head out of his ass.

But more than that, Severin was hoping that she'd have more words for him. Unfortunately, not only would that not be, she would actually have fewer. And then she would turn around to see that he was still vulnerable on the mat.

Shit.

And then she pounced. He was sat up, she got behind him, and bad times were about to follow.

Oh shit!

Starting with those fishnet-covered legs wrapping around his midsection.

O...kay.

Even if he hadn't seen any wrestling in his life, he'd still watched enough MMA to know exactly what was coming. But that primal side of his brain took the wheel for the one second she needed to get the sleeper hold cinched in. For the most part.

She'd get an arm wrapped around his neck, but the other would be caught at the wrist just before she could get the hand behind his head. With only one hand, however, with the other pulling at the arm cutting off his air by the forearm in another showing of his lack of proper training.

It would be a struggle that the Siren would ultimately win with the help of the twins pressing into Severin's back. And once she had him, he'd be pulled in even deeper into a place where many a man would kill just to be able to pay for the chance to be put there themselves: Right there in her powerful clutches, her lovely figure squeezing the life out of him.

Severin was definitely a submissive, but he wasn't a masochist. Or at least, he hadn't believed himself to be. Perhaps it was just the kinky intimacy of the hold turning it into a more pleasant deal, but he didn't really mind being in it.

Yes. This body on body does feel nice. He didn't say a word to the effect, both for fear of embarrassing himself and for the practical reason of saving air. But for just a second after the question was asked, he froze. Answering the question in his own way without meaning to.

What a hell of a way to discover a potential new kink.

Shitty time to explore it further, though. After that ill-advised moment of introspection, it was right back to the struggle.

[PurpleMage]

Now that Serena had managed to get her rival on the mat she could say she had him just where she wanted. The grappling part of wrestling had always been her specialty, her trademark in the past and nowadays the blonde could show how hard she had been training to get even better at it. Her mix of sleeper hold and bodyscissors gave Serena a good position from which she was preventing Severin from moving while giving him a decent amount of damage that should help Serena got the win, not to mention the fact that the close contact their bodies had against each other was interesting to say the least.

Severin was making it hard for Serena to maintain the sleeper hold. The man was struggling with everything he had and the sleeper wasn't that firmly locked. There was some detail that caught the Siren's attention though and it was how the man had gone completely silent, no replies coming from him but his grunts of effort. Sometimes silence spoke more than words and that time was one of them. "Gawd, you are actually enjoying this, aren't you?", she said in a soft tone, getting her face oh so close to the man's ear he would be able to almost feel the touch of her crimson lips. "Are you so excited about the feel of my thighs wrapping around you?" When she said this, Serena would release the sleeper hold since it wasn't going anywhere now that Severin struggled against it too much, but she would shift her position a little to rest on her side while getting the most out of that bodyscissor move, squeezing hard with her strong legs. There was no denying it, the Siren was also enjoying herself.

[DSX93]

Severin's eyes went wide when the blonde made her observation. How could she have known?

She couldn't have. That had to be a lucky guess. Had to be. Or maybe it just happens to her often enough for it to be a regularly correct assumption. Of that, he wouldn't be surprised.

Either way, she wouldn't receive a response from him. He kept fighting until she pulled him even closer to her. So close that he could feel her breath washing over his ear. It was all he could do to keep from trembling, although he'd tense up instead, which was just as much of an admission.

But instead of insulting him, beating him down, locking in an unpleasantly painful submission, or something else of the like as he was expecting, she indulged him. Released the chokehold. Shifted angles so she could squeeze him tighter between those thighs. The pressure on his ribs made him wince, but the grunts that came out weren't entirely those of pain.

Goddammit!

He snapped his eyes down to nothing, even ignoring those killer legs of hers for a moment. Unable to face the crowd, the camera man that stood right outside the ring at the perfect angle to capture his ordeal, that asshole referee...Those all too familiar feelings of humiliation began to sink in.

But he would hear no laughter from any direction.

Another squeeze would spur him into action. Reflexive action at first; his hands moving to her thighs as his first impulse ran through his brain: Rising to his feet and bringing her along for a quick piggyback ride before jumping up to slam her down onto the mat. His mind's panicky suggestion to fix the problem of it getting hard to breathe, which would likely put him back in the very situation he'd just escaped that would make that problem worse. His gut was telling him that he would've needed to be bigger for that to work.

Severin would think it through, and to his credit, it wouldn't take him long to work out a less physically risky, though risque response. He would indulge himself -- maybe...hopefully even her -- a little and set his hands on a path down her legs, his fingertips gliding along their form like those of a blind man reading Braille.

And he would finally answer her second question, straining to get the words out:

"Could you...b-blame me?"

He would stop at her ankles, at which point he'd promptly toss that distraction aside and start pulling like mad to separate her legs and get himself free that way. All he'd need is just enough room to make a quick roll away. A hand would unconsciously raise itself to clutch at his aching ribs, but he'd catch it and lower it back to his side as he stood.

He'd let out a small laugh that still wasn't small enough to avoid irking his ribs before continuing their banter.

"I'm sure you've got a ton of guys falling over themselves for a chance to end up there. A few girls too. Can't say I blame them."

He'd then assume a wrestling stance, but make no movement towards her, signifying another reset. The pragmatist in him was screaming at him to do something while she was down, but he wasn't about to mess this up.

[PurpleMage]

Now that Serena had enough time to analyze Severin's reactions there was no foubt about it. Hidden beneath his predicament, behind his struggling, were smaller details in how his body twitched with each of Serena's squeezing motions or how the man would lowly groan when the hold tightened around him. There was no denying it, there was a part of Severin who was learning to enjoy the experience. "I wouldn't blame you...", she said in a playful tone whith a new squeeze.

That didn't mean that Severin was willing to throw away his chances for the match. The man got his hands on Serena's thighs and what came after that was specially exciting. Severin would start running his fingertips down the blonde's toned legs, his digits tangling with her fishnets as he trailed down her thighs in a delicate manner. Serena found herself fighting against the distracting touch, but when Severin's hand reached her ankles he made a twisting motion that managed to pry Serena's legs open, achieving his escape and rolling out of her way.

Serena had been fooled by her rival who used a well crafted machination to get her to weaken the hold and escape. Now the match was in a reset position once again. "Aw, and I thought we were having fun..." Serena rushed forwards, breaking the distance and adopting a guard stance before going for a mid kick aimed at Severin's thigh, on his side. That would distract him enough for the Siren to Irish whip him against the ropes. Running in the opposite direction, Serena would gain some momentum in order to go at her rivsl and clothesline him!

[DSX93]

"Sorry, but I've gotta tr-AAAH!"

She had closed in and whipped a leg forward to hit the target that had been painted on his thigh. A bullseye for her, and a damn smarting, buckled leg for him.

Of course she knew how to throw a good kick too. He saw some proper martial form there. Maybe kickboxing?

Not that it mattered. It hurt all the same and opened him up to be tossed into the ropes. A very good move: Smash the target's leg, then make them run on it. He half-consciously squirreled that one away during a run that started with a shaky leg. Adrenaline would kick in and take care of that when he saw the clothesline coming.

But unlike the chop, Severin would manage to duck underneath what would've been a crushing blow. He sped forth, gathering more momentum from the opposite ropes before focusing his lower body strength into his undamaged leg to leap up and over the blonde, reaching out to grasp her chin as he flipped forwards and then pull if his hands found their mark, bringing the back of her head down hard. The booming impact of the flipping neckbreaker would garner a collective "OH!" from the audience.

But the dreadlocked debutant wouldn't be finished just yet. As Serena lied on her back, he would turn over onto his stomach and wrap his arm tightly around her neck. His lack of experience would once again show through in this north-south chokehold, most prominently in his not taking control of an arm like he could've, and his legs not being properly sprawled out.

[PurpleMage]

Serena was feeling pretty confident about the fact that she was still capable of taking Severin by surprise and her kick to the thigh and Irish whip was proof of that. Now all that she had to do was to connect with the clothesline to take the match to the mat once again. However, Severin had some other plans and he was getting the hang of fighting the blonde already. The first time the man tried to dodge Serena’s strikes his attempt backfired him as he was hit in the forehead, but now the man was sure about how low he had to duck. Going below the Siren’s clothesline, the blonde could only look in awe at how Severin gained momentum before going at her with an impressive flipping neckbreaker that got roars of approval from the crowd.

Serena, on the other hand, wasn’t so happy about the back of her head hitting hard against the mat. The blonde’s body would spread on the mat, her head feeling dizzy. All sounds were muffled in her head and the lights were blurry because of how hard she had impacted, not capable of getting up or even rolling over to get some distance. Severin capitalized on that by getting to her and locking a north-south chokehold. Serena would groan in disgust, not even capable of sending him a sultry comment. Instead she would fight back to try and fight back, using his lack of leverage to get an opening.

[DSX93]

Things started going wrong with the hold almost from the very moment Serena started squirming to the side opposite of the arm that was choking her. He started losing leverage fast, and in an unthinking bid to keep her in control, he tried to pin her down by the midsection. Not the best way to keep it, and he didn't know what was. Rather than fight this losing battle, he defaulted to keeping her in a headlock as she scrambled for freedom, maneuvering about on the mat the best he could in order to keep that from happening.

The two would eventually end up on their knees, with Severin still having maintained the headlock. That would be when those hours of playing "EA Sports: MMA" would hit him, bringing to the forefront of his mind a great option for their positioning: The D'arce Choke.

Severin gave the elbow a tug to pull the arm forward. If things went according to plan, he would drop to the side, hook it, and cinch in the choke just as it was done in the slow motion replays, utilizing one from a real fight to add to his superior positioning: Walking along the mat on his side until he was close enough to trap one of her legs in between his before squeezing down even tighter.

The one caveat in this instance, at least that he'd realized? In his dash to maintain control, he would hook the wrong arm: The weak one.

[PurpleMage]

Being trapped in a choke hold in the middle of the match like that was a situation far from ideal for Serena. This wasn't the starting phase of the match anymore and it showed in how all the damage she had taken so far was starting to pile up and make Serena's moves slower, more sluggish. Furthermore, there was that level of skill Severin had showed when grappling. It may be true that the man needed some polish in some of her moves, but he had shown resourcefulness and a strong wit in terms of fighting. Despite grappling being Serena's main area of expertise she was being pushed to her limit here, and the choking hold was the cherry on top as the blonde could feel her energy slipping away, no more time for playful retorts.

Once again Severin was just about to show good grappling skills. Serena's writhing and squirming had made it difficult for him to maintain the north-south hold, so he decided to let that go in favor of something even more complex. Out of the blue the man managed a pretty decent transition into a D'arce choke that made for the Siren even more difficult to move! Serena protested in between groans of exhaustion and pain, she was being tested to the limit and her body was starting to need an urgent escape. Breaking that hold by strength would be pretty difficult but apparently Severin had overlooked the blonde's strong arm. If he was going for a MMA submission she would go for a MMA escape. Serena would start launching her hand against the man's ribs. She knew that his abdomen was hurt from the previous scissors so there was the main path to an escape.

[DSX93]

When the Black Severin realized that he left her strong arm free, he knew that he was going to pay for it. And he did. And then he paid again. And again. And again.

Her gloved fists were pounding into his ribs non-stop, and after that body scissor that he'd let himself stay in for far too long, every blow felt like he was getting blasted with a fucking hammer.

Note to self: Do not! Explore! New kinks! In the middle! Of a fucking! Match!

He squeezed down on that woman's neck like his life depended on it. He just needed to outlast her. He had the chokehold applied, and she's just punching away. She wasn't going anywhere.

Just take it. Let her punch herself out.

It's gonna happen. He just needs to hang on.

Fuck!

Fuck!

FUCK!

FUCK!!!

His eyes welled with tears that never fell, growing wide with raw, wild determination. His lips were pulled back, revealing teeth that were grinding down on each other so hard that his jaw was trembling from the bite force. Even though he was in the dominant position, it was made plain to all in attendance that this was pure hell for him too.

The agony would build to the point where it weakened his grip. And that right there was the moment he knew that he'd lost this battle of wills. As desperately as his mind wanted him to keep hanging on, his body was eventually going to say fuck it.

So he gave it the reprieve it demanded and released her. The roll he would perform to create some distance between them would be slow and sluggish, lacking the oxygen required for it to be up to snuff. A hand would reach up to clutch at his ribs, and this time, it wouldn't be stopped.

The other would grab at the ropes behind him so he could pull himself up, a task that had him grunting with a pained effort.

[PurpleMage]

One punch followed another, then another, another... but each consecutive hit was a little slower and a little weaker than the one that came before, signalling how tolling the choke was being on Serena, who could feel her mind slipping away. "Fight it. Find an escape. Fight it!" Her mind was yelling at her showing the urgency in her need of air, the situation becoming desperate for her.

In the end Serena's brute strength would overcome Severin's technique and after some pummeling to his ribcage the man would release her. The Siren would directly fall on all fours, going from choking from a lack of air to doing the same from an excess of it. Every deep mouthful she took burned like hell through her body as she coughed and gagged in despair trying her best to take control of her breathing so she could recover some of her energy, but she had been too close to losing that match in that last hold by either submission or knockout. From her all fours position she would try to get on her feet but then a cough would mix with a jolt of pain that would course her damaged leg and would force her to remain there, completely open. The blonde's escape didn't mean her body wasn't in pretty bad shape now, the exhaustion and pain taking a heavy toll on her. Only the hope of Severin feeling somewhere close to that position gave Serena hopes in that match.