[Standard-ish Match] Full-On Siege!

[TheLoneWanderer]

Match Type: MMA Match with "I Quit" Stipulations.
Victory Conditions: Verbal Submission ONLY or KO which will earn a win. Sensual Tactics are not illegal. If the submitted opponent taps out, then that will not count as a loss and result in a reset.
Arena: A standard Octagon instead of a wrestling ring.


Where the current story picks up...

Naomi took to working her hooks in deeper into the very meat of his hips, much to Imai's disappointment. Then, her muscles throughout the active points bulged as she pressed his rear deeper into her lap. She had already seized her chance at playing dirty with Imai, digging an arm around his neck while the other settled beside it to isolate his throat from the rest of his body. Slim, beefed arms laid on more of the crushing pressure. While his senses consumed by the sweat and body heat, he could feel the woman huffing out several breaths along his vulnerable ear. Imai assumed she was giving off a cheery grin, even while attempting to strangle the sense out of him.

Regarding the actual choke, Imai grasped at her forearm with the hand that would be more comfortable to reach across with. If Naomi used her right arm to choke, then he would reach across with his right hand and vice versa. He gathered that main arm's fingers with the used hand, trying to peel them off Naomi's bicep and push her arm off to the right or left. That way, his neck would be free from the ache of tortuous 'cuddling'. His left arm, on the other hand, likely reached down to her outside hook. He had trouble at first from focusing on the lethal submission far too much, fumbling with caressing his own inner thigh before he found her foot and yanked as hard as he was able to. Finally, he'd throw the destabilized hook to the side and try to turn INTO the back mount rather than away from the woman. At best, he'd be on top between her silky legs, glided up his sides. Red and purple-faced, but having foiled the first submission!

[AshAllen]

Naomi, having enjoyed this rather ‘rough’ cuddling with her opponent, would say that she’s been having a good debut match so far as she continued to squeeze and strangle him. Her grin not leaving as she tensed her muscles around his neck. Her breath blowing by his ear as she let out those breaths while holding him. She even thought about moaning I to his ear just to tease Imai to get a reaction out of him.

But that seemed to be her mistake as she got distracted with little ‘playtime’ as she felt him pry her arms off and escaping. But the next thing she know was her limbs getting grabbed, pulled and in the next moment she was laying on her backside now with Imai free and between her legs. Which then got her an idea as she wanted to ‘play’ and strangle him a little more.

So then she would try and clamp her toned and silky legs around his waist to trap him. If it worked she would reach up and grab his head. Pulling it down towards her in what most peoeple thought was gonna be a breast smother, but was actually a guillotine hold. Wrapping her muscular arm around his neck, squeezing with him her bicep while forcing his head into the ring floor.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai initially attempted to bridge and plant his hands on her belly to get up. But, he snagged on his breath when she trapped him in her lap to keep him from cowering away or backing out.

Now mounted between her long legs, Imai's body leaned down to allow a setup for his own submission as a counter to the Guillotine Choke attempt. Imai's arms pinned one of hers down in order to slide his right elbow by her neck and grip her right wrist. His left forearm slid under her bicep, as he wanted to unite that hand with his other wrist. He cranked Naomi's elbow upward, tenderizing the muscle and bones in her shoulder for a quick Americana or shoulder lock. Imai's body stayed turned in and toward his left, where his back would be pressing into her head, in a deeper manner than usual to aid in allowing him to focus on the lock itself. Now it was Naomi's turn to think about how to deal with this body-altering situation and find an opening...

COUNTER

For the situation with their legs, as her ankles were crossed around his hips unlike the reference image, Imai thrust his hips downward into Naomi to root his body flush against hers in a harsh manner. He could not pass her guard at this point, so he thought it best to focus on rocking her senseless with submission attempts.

[AshAllen]

Naomi thought she had him once again but it seemed he was a slippery little fighter. Managing to avoid her guillotine choke attempt and even counter it with a hold of his own! The next thing she knew was that her right arm pinned down, his bicep right against her neck, but the most noticeable part…

“Aaaahhh ahhh aahhh ahhh~” she kept moaning as she felt his hips rock right into hers. Making her lost in a strange sense of sensual punishment. She’s not a masochist, but she did like the roughness he was displaying trying to make her submit. But unfortunately for Imai, Naomi liked it rough and she has gone through much worse than this. And taken bigger too.

That’s when she grew a smirk, the tinge of red on her cheeks giving her a certain expression. She would reach up and around, trying to grab Imai’s left shoulder to pull herself closer to his ear. She would then whisper in a sensual and teasing tone. Blowing a puff her hot breath against his ear for added measure.

“Harder~”

She whispered in such a low and lustful voice. Like straight out one of those Rated-R novies with explicit intimate scenes.

Hoping that would be a good enough distraction, she would let go of his left shoulder and then use her now free hand to deliver a chop to Imai’s neck. Then she would follow it up with a closed fist to the side of his head. Hoping that would disorient him enough to make him loosen up the hood and allow her to slip out of his grasp.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai's face grew warm against Naomi's head as he cranked the shoulder lock, but not out of exertion. The slippery little specimen of a man was becoming just a tad more familiar with how she operated over the course of the past couple minutes. Very, very physically affectionate but not lustful. Yet, this wasn't his first rodeo and he proved it by not cowering as her rode her hips using his own.

His fresh reaction time allowed him to catch what she was doing in the edge of her peripheral vision. She was going for a chop, so Imai swapped what arm did what. His right arm recoiled from handling her wrist, while his left hand crawled upward to establish a grip on her wrist. With the Americana halfway unlocked, he could not crank it as easily by using one hand.

Imai's free arm curled beside his head at the same time, making him hunch into Naomi's chest to allow coverage by his defensive attempt. When her chop made contact, Imai's throat was smashed inward by it briefly despite him shrinking his head away to make a shallow hit. Imai rushed his elbow up and down, attempting to smash her in the temple with short-distance elbows. The cost of his weight being on the right side made itself known in the form of the two slowly rolling over to switch positions as Imai continued to try and bash her with elbow strikes.

"Eugh...I'm gonna fix that dirty mouth of yours! Just watch."

Imai harshly whispered, staying close to the taller woman to avoid any Triangles, armbars, or other subs from the bottom. The last thing he needed was getting strangled to climax again when the match was so young.

[AshAllen]

Naomi chuckled but that soon dissipated as Imai managed to counter her counterattack and locking her limbs down again. She was even going to attempt to go for a breast smother, but that was out immediately out the window. Feeling his sharp elbows hammer away at her forehead. Making her stop whatever she was about to say next. The strikes to her head hurt a lot. She tempted to make a joke at what he said but the continuous elbow strikes to her head seemed to silence those as well.

“OompH! Argh! Agh!”

She groaned between every elbow that struck her forehead. She also knew that this couldn’t be the end. No way was she going to lose to a couple of elbow strikes from this guy. Especially when this was supposed to be her debut!

The next elbow hit, she’d try to weave her head to the side. Hopefully making him miss and slam his elbow straight into the floor. If it worked and he focused on the stinging in his elbow, Naomi would shoot up her free arm. Grab the back of Imai’s head, and pull him into a deep kiss. Her hand sinking into his hair and her fingers interlocking with his locks. She’d continue to hold it and for added measure, she’d start gyrating her hips against his.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Good. Good. She's being put through her paces. Unfortunately, Naomi had quickly picked up on needing to think about her next actions very soon. The elbows attempting to crack her skull like an egg made such a course the best solution for her. Imai smashed his elbow deep into the canvas, as a sharp numbing pain recoiled up his bone. He felt his hair being grabbed, as the locks were torn to his right to compell his head to follow.

Soft, full lips met his own in a pragmatic, passionate kiss. At the odd position, a terrible, small gurgle traveled from his throat to hers. With his shoulder pushed underneath his chin, Imai's arm began to become uncomfortable to lean against similar to a proper Triangle Choke. His shoulder, in basic terms, had been trapped between her throat and his chin. The mashing of her lips did not help matters, with Imai stumbling to correct his movements. He could do nothing but stare into her expression with Imai himself being all awkward and jerky from the high of the fight.

On their sides now, Imai kicked his feet around the air beneath himself in protest as her legs remained locked around his ribs for a deep, tight closed guard. Imai took a risky action instead of being aggressive, resting against Naomi to recover his stamina and not gas out his limbs. He busied himself with folding his knees, in order to try and twist his feet and plant the soles on the ground so he could stabilize himself and punish Naomi for the regular subs he could foresee blindfolded whenever she popped the option. Shoulder locks, triangles, Sleepers, that sort of thing.

At least he still had the unorthodox grip on her right wrist to keep it bent and rotated....

[AshAllen]

Naomi liked the taste of his lips against hers. Surprisingly fruity, but also… a little salty? That was probably a bit of sweat that got onto their lips because of the beatings they and strangles they gave each other. But she still likes the taste and feeling of Imai’s lips had in hers.

She felt the kicking about. Her legs were still wrapped around his ribs. Seeing him trying to free himself made her squeeze his ribs tightly by squeezing her legs while they were around his ribs. Coiling around his torso in an attempt to halt his movements to get back up and take control. If it worked, she’d continue to squeeze his torso for a few more moments to weaken him further.

That’s when she would move her body around, Sith her legs still tightly clamped around Imai’s rib cage, and turn this into a modified armbar! Grabbing his arm and pulling it to its limits. Nestling his arm between her soft and warm chest. Her hands tightly clasped onto his wrist to make sure he was trapped.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai, on the contrary, felt puzzled and haggard. The grinding of his ribs forced a nasal groan from his throat, as she kept that guard nice and tight around his back. Imai's right arm, being isolated from his body, became her next target for destruction. Her pair legs came around, one coming underneath his belly and the other swinging around the top of his head after he had raised his butt up by instinct.

However, the reaction to her move came faster than he directed. The memory of muscle guided Imai to clap his hands together in a palm-to-palm grip, with both arms bent at the elbows, preventing her from fully extending his arm for the joint lock. His back smacked into the canvas which left the two locked in a struggle for his arm. All hot and bothered, the flustered boy attempted to finally turn away to his left. From her perspective, his face would be being shoved into her calve or ankle due to the direction change. Imai, out of a gnarly sense of pragmatism, opened his maw to have his teeth graze the flesh of her lower leg . A slow, steady pressure from his jaw biting but not intending to lacerate her leg.

[AshAllen]

Naomi groaned. Feeling Imai lock his arms together and he had a surprisingly strong iron grip with his fingers. It’s like he had a damn padlock keeping his arms from being pulled by her in her armbar attempt. She’ll figure something out. She always does. But that’s when she started to feel the hard edges of his teeth, though not bitting hard, that was still causing a little pain. Not much but she still felt it.

Oh so he wants to play like that huh? Oh well she can play like that two!

So what she did next was reach down with her right hand while her left still worked on getting Imai’s arm free. Moving her right hand down Sith of Imai, she traced her hand down his abdomen in a sensually slow pace. Making sure her palm rubbed against his skin. Once she reached between his legs, she cropped a feel of his package down below.

“Oh? Is this a rock or are you just happy to be in the ring with me, your majesty~?” There was that teasing tone of hers again. Mixed in with her fighting spirit as playful, serious, and pretty cheery and flirting.

She’d start rubbing and massaging his crotch. If it made him distracted enough to make him lose focus and maybe make his teeth let go of her leg, she’d take control again. She’d switch it up and let go of his torso and arm. Flipping her legs around before mounting him. Legs straddling Imai’s hips as she’d grab his head and stuff it right between her breasts. Suffocating him with her right hand at the back of his head keeping him in place.

Meanwhile her left hand would grab Imai’s left wrist and pull on it. Keeping it locked and away while only leaving his right hand free.