Standard Match: Oscar Orelash vs Spectre — Princes and Ninjas

[Monsy]

The strength was still the most difficult part to handle. She, for her size, was pushing against a body of steel, trying to bend a robotic limb with all its hydraulics and omnipotence once it received new commands. They came in the form of his fingers resisting the bend. Her hands were steadily mending into his fist until they wedged inside. And even when she loosened her own fingers, they were stuck.

And being crushed into numb sausages that throbbed into a swelling. Steadily making her wince.

So she kept them tight. Instead, she ducked back underneath his arm to untwist it. Then she rolled right in front of him, attempting to switch from one side of him to the other—pulling his arm across himself. And using his kneeled stance and hunched posture, she then moved to roll over his back to the original side.

Virtually attempting to have him wrap his throat with his own arm. Then, with this trick and setup for another, she stepped into a jumping knee strike that aimed to clock his temple!

[MappleMan7]

Oscar thought for a moment that he was going to strong-arm his way out of the hold only for his smaller opponent to suddenly change it up. Before Oscar realized what was going arm, his own arm had been wrapped around his throat- causing him to cough at the pressure before Spectre landed a jumping knee strike to his temple! The blow shot a wave of pain through Oscar's body as his head snapped upward- which caused his arm to only wrap tighter around his neck. Not that it'd matter for terribly long as Oscar, who took the full force of the impact, started to do what Spectre wanted him to do: fall forward onto the canvas.

[Monsy]

The trick was to only truly exert at particular moments, unless she’d find her muscles tiring and the chained maneuvers would suffer or break. So far, she did that fine. Oscar’s arm was tied around himself and he was leaning. Now. To exert.

With his arm as a balancing handle, she stomped her boot between his shoulder blades and leaned on it in one big shove to get him flat. If she did, then getting a hand free should be a matter of pulling the cord on a lawn mower. This would set her up perfectly to gun for his leg.

She kneeled on his back, leaned over and scooped his foot up and attempted to bend it so the back of his knee was folded over her nape like a scorpion’s tail, separating hamstring from calf muscle. Her forearm would go over his toes. The hand went to attempt to lock with her other wrist, to complete this improvised arm trap and stretch muffler!

[MappleMan7]

Oscar was stomped flat to the canvas- letting out a grunt as Spectre's boot struck in-between his shoulder blades. This was only the start, however, as Oscar would get his leg uncomfortably yanked around the back of Soectre's neck- causing him to cry out in agony as both his arm and leg were being targeted! The ref would slide in to see if Oscar wanted to submit- but he only responded with grit teeth and a shake of his head. The pain was like nothing Oscar had felt before up until now- but he refused to give in as he would attempt to use a free hand to try and drag himself toward the ropes!

[Monsy]

The amount to which Spectre could compel Oscar to stay was... Very limited. Not only was she light, but also wrapped around him in a snake's coil. She was a lot like weighted clothing in this scenario. Maybe a onesie. A horribly worn small onesie that was knotting half your limbs and you fight to fit it or escape. But by little means were you really stuck. So they moved. Spectre can deadweight all she wanted, but there was still an evitable. He was going to get there eventually. It just mattered how she used the moment to maximize the time. Thus, she raised one boot, folded by her knee, then gave him two stomps on the back of his head as preliminary. Then she tried to take both her legs, both long, soft and fit, then wrap them around his neck, attempting to lock her ankles and cinch a headscissor!

[MappleMan7]

Oscar's head snapped to the canvas when Spectre delivered those two stomps to the back of his noggin- halting his crawl to the ropes momentarily before Spectre wrapped her legs around his neck. The Barbarian Prince winced and puffed his cheeks out to try and keep air in his body as on top of being twisted like a pretzel, he was being choked out between his opponent's legs! Now, quite a few people out there would be more than happy to be in this position- but not Oscar! With his face turning a slow shade of red, Oscar would continue crawling toward the ropes- not losing hope in the slightest as he continued to endure the punishment Spectre was dishing out. Should he be successful, Oscar would throw himself forward and grasp the rope to initiate a break!

[Monsy]

There was a sliver of wonder if Spectre could really finish him in such a position. His neck was squeezed, leg folded and arm restrained. He still had half his limbs, yes, but he was slowing down so wonderfully. She couldn’t see his face, but she pictured life wilting into a dream-state. Though, with the crowd fervor riling up once again, their cheers were first to declare that Spectre’s Segmentation Fault didn’t finish it. Then the referee called it.

“Rope break!”

But it wasn’t going to be so simple as that. No-no-no.
Instead of anything remotely like letting go, she instead took in a breath, held it in her face and chest, then began cinching her legs as hard as she could. Her eyes narrowed into a glare. She sat up, crunching her smooth abs to bend his leg sharper.

“You’re not being released until I hear a good squeal.” An auto-tuned voice spoke. Low register. Almost growling. The referee counted towards disqualification. His arm folded up, then made a striking downward motion.

“One!”
“Two!”
“Three!”

Her voice came again. "Squeal, Prince. Squeal.”

[MappleMan7]

Despite managing to grab the ropes- Spectre didn't seem too keen on releasing her hold on him. Instead, she sucked in her breath and tripled down on the headscissors- the move practically making Oscar's eyes bulge out of his head before he shut them tight! Spectre's lower body strength was nothing to laugh at- the pressure being put on him making him tremble and his cheeks pop out as the crowd loudly booed Spectre for what she was doing to the Barbarian Prince. Spectre was hell-bent on earning some sort of squeal out of Oscar. To make him cry out in pain. To project his suffering to the audience- and she was willing to risk a disqualification to make it happen...

... but Spectre wouldn't get it. As she demanded Oscar would squeal, he instead stayed silent aside from some quiet grunts before peeking an eye open and glaring at her. The Barbarian Prince refused to give in to Spectre's demand- showing a strong spirit even in a painful situation like this. With the ref continuing to count, it was a matter of time before Spectre was forced to let go or be slapped with a disqualification!

[Monsy]

Spectre was keenly aware of the impending disqualification. The inner clock was in her head. How far can she push the referee before they declare it? Could she go past five? Would they delay it at all? Gambles, gambles. Not one she wanted to make. Oscar held on with his voice, keeping his vocal chords to himself. Spectre admitted defeat with an eyeroll.

“Four!” From the referee. And before Spectre could test the limits of five, she released, back-rolled and took a knee. The referee came between them, attempting to restore a semblance of rules between them. Spectre stood up and pushed her chest against them. She didn’t get anywhere. The referee looked down, spread his arms and shouted with authority. “Do you want to be disqualified?! No! Back!”

Her eyes flicked on the referee for a second, touted, “He’s fine.”

Then tucked her small frame underneath the referee’s arm and then sprinted at Oscar. She tried to then ram the back of her boot between his shoulder-blades. Stomp him. Then stomp him again. And again. Beat him into the mat like a persistent bug. Harder and harder.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar's will held out against Spectre's cruelty as she was forced to release the hold. The Barbarian Prince writhed on the canvas, gasping down air as the pain he was enduring still lingered in his system and slowly fading. Oscar couldn't lie- that hurt like HELL. At least he could give himself a pat on the back and a gold star on his forehead for enduring it for as long as he could- even if spiting Spectre was costly on his body.

In an instant, Oscar faced the consequences for defying Spectre as she slipped around the ref and started stomping on him like he was a cockroach that wouldn't die. Each impact of her heel slamming down on him became more and more painful the longer she went at it- causing Oscar to ball up to try and protect himself! This wasn't a good position to be in for Oscar- and to be frank, the Barbarian Prince had zero interest regarding being Spactre's plaything. Mustering his strength, Oscar attempted to grab Spectre's foot when she attempted to stomp him again- keeping her foot in his grip as he attempted to control her while getting to his feet!