Entangled Intentions

[RockRye]

For TheLoneWanderer

Avery Merritt had discovered a delightful little indulgence, a taste of something she hadn’t thought much of before. Sparring.

Well, not sparring in the traditional sense, of course. That had always seemed so... pedestrian to her. In her formative days, she’d partnered with others merely to master the techniques of wrestling. Quickly, naturally, because Avery was nothing if not a fast learner. But once she had claimed all she needed from those exchanges, her focus had shifted. Sessions, one-sided showcases, and the occasional match against airheaded women or inept men had been her bread and butter.

Until Tomas Ferreira.

Their so-called “training” session had been something different. It had reignited a hunger Avery didn’t even realize she had. Not for training in any meaningful sense, of course. She was far beyond the need for that. But the idea of finding someone to toy with, someone to dominate under the guise of "sparring," was undeniably enticing.

Today, she found herself particularly restless. Boredom and ambition mingled within her, fueling her search for another target. She wanted someone who thought they could benefit from the experience, someone who might foolishly believe they had something to gain from a session with her. Avery wanted another canvas upon which to paint her superiority.

Her sharp, calculating eyes scanned the gym, and soon they settled on one individual in particular. She’d been watching him for a while now, noting his movements, the subtle tells in his body language, the way his expressions gave away hints. He was a fine prospect. A look of satisfaction curled her lips as she straightened up, her intent clear.

Avery began her approach, each step deliberate, her body moving with a grace and confidence that commanded attention. She was an arresting figure in the gym’s fluorescent light, her minimal workout gear accentuating every curve of her toned, powerful body. Her meager clung to her hips in a way that left little to the imagination, and her top revealed nearly as much, not least of all an expanse of cleavage that was both a declaration of her physicality and a weapon in itself. Every motion seemed calculated to draw eyes, and Avery knew exactly the effect she had on those around her.

Avery

Reaching a nearby piece of workout equipment, she leaned against it with casual elegance, angling herself so that her best features were on display. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto her target, and she offered him her most alluring gaze, her lips curling into a smirk that was equal parts flirtation and challenge.

“Offering open sparring on the mat,” she said, her voice smooth and rich with intention, as if she were the one asking and "needing" him to join her rather than her trying to push him into agreeing. Her tone held a faint hint of flirtation, just enough to catch his attention but not so much as to betray her true purpose. “And you look like the type who should take it.”

[TheLoneWanderer]

Not knowing what Avery had concluded about herself, Hiroyuki had been busy with nursing his bruises from a starting session with one Madeline Christiansen. She hadn't exactly hurt his bones, but his neck had been sore from all the deep-seeded chokes. Fortunately, by now, that had faded as the days went by, and he was back on the road to improving himself. The way of improved varied amongst everyone in LAW whether they stayed stuck at a stage, sought out further tutelage, or the catalyst dropped into their lap as was the case with Hiroyuki now.

Hiroyuki perked up when Avery called him, having clocked her eyes staring before her mouth blessed the lone audience. He must have came over-dressed. The only extra weight Avery carried was the muscle and fat on her bones. From his position of sitting on a bench nearest to where she leaned, his gaze had to rise from watching her hips first.

"-you look like the type who should take it.”

That tickled him. Hiroyuki put a palm on his stomach, rustling the top bodysuit piece against his abs, as if considering something but not bothering to say it. She could not have been talking to him with such a challenging attitude. The standards for herself must have been in the land of the Olympians, in that case. But, she had hooked him in. This coerced Hiro to get up, ashen bangs framing his face, and saunter over to the new arrival. He could not say that he recognized her by sight. Perhaps a name would ignite his memory.

He greeted her with a leveled tone, using an airy cadence to match the sugar-filled sweetness she saturated the atmosphere with.

"What gives you that idea? Is it because you have been looking at me for the past minute?"

The sensational martial artist gestured towards himself, turning the fingers of his left hand, while reaching his other out to offer a firm clasp of the hands. She was starting off well so far. This must have been the fastest he had ever gotten into a matchup despite the women being far more 'adventurous' here overall. From Avery's view, she would see him clad in a black thin rashguard and leggings that covered everything nice and snugly. It stretched from his wrists to his ankles, securing all his body parts behind elastics rather than letting them be free like what the Queen chose to wear.

[RockRye]

Avery caught the subtle shift in his gaze, lingering just a second too long on the curve of her hips. Perfect. She allowed herself a small smirk, turning slightly as if adjusting her stance but really offering him an even better angle. If he was wise, he wouldn’t be able to resist the bait; if he was weak, and most men were when it came to her, he wouldn’t be able to focus. He was exactly the type she’d been looking for: athletic enough to last longer than a few seconds but not so burly or aged that he’d pose any real threat.

Her own eyes swept over him as he moved. There was a sleek handsomeness about him, the kind that caught her attention just enough to make her game even more entertaining. The broad shoulders, the well-toned build. It all painted the picture of someone who thought he could hold his own. But to Avery, he was a fine plaything, no more, no less. She was already imagining how his face would twist in frustration and surprise as her strength and cunning dismantled his composure, move by move.

When he stood and started toward her, her smirk deepened. Confidence. Good. She liked breaking that.

But then, he surprised her. Rather than taking the bait without question, he threw a curveball her way. An accusation, delivered in a tone that suggested he thought he was clever.

Avery didn’t flinch. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, letting her lips curl into a knowing, playful grin. She shifted her weight, one hand cocking on her hip as if to silently say, And what if I have? When she took the hand he extended, she noted the firmness of his grip. Strong. Not bad.

“You caught me,” she admitted smoothly, her tone low and teasing as she met his gaze. “I was watching.” Her eyes dragged over him slowly, deliberately, as if assessing every inch. His height was slightly superior to hers, and their builds matched up well enough to make the match feel balanced. The very idea of them sparring was deliciously tempting, at least for her.

She arched a brow, letting a flicker of a challenge gleam in her eye. “We’re about the same weight, aren’t we?” Her gaze flickered down his frame with a deliberate pause, a slow and sultry leer that made her intent crystal clear. “Not that far apart in height, too. Sounds like we’d make fine opponents, if…” She trailed off with a mocking sweetness. “You think you can handle me, of course.”

The trap was set. All she had to do now was wait for him to step into it. And she could already tell he was about to.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Why not? He did not have anything better to do.

Hiro's glaze flicked to her eyes, noting the dip of her head. Avery was assessing him. A good amount of scrutiny was present in that stare to inspect his build. And if the elongated grin was any indication, she liked what she saw. That makes two that did, so far. Hiroyuki felt his chest swell with pride. It feel quite good to feel admired and wanted. The high he got from it was something few other emotions could match.

"I know I can handle you. You want to set a record for my submission, hm?----Hiroyuki Takijima, at your service."

Hiro's handshake turned into a pull. One that would go downward if the woman let him. If Avery let them go into familiar waters, then Hiroyuki would join her on his knees for their old-fashioned tussle. The wrestler attempted to pull his hand away, to interlock his fingers together in front of his lap while his heels supported his weight. Now that they were on the ground, Hiro could take a better look at her thighs and calves. Tall and a stocky lower half. Something to watch out for, if he didn't want his head to be turned into a flustered mash. Her skill level was still an unknown, but he hadn't seen many women or men be totally helpless with a build like she had within the ring. It would be best to assume a favorable level of technique. How to choke, strike, position her limbs, etc.

All that was left was to set the terms, then Hiro could cure this lapse in action that he'd been stuck in for this gym session. While waiting for Avery's acknowledgement, Hiroyuki let his attention turn back towards her face and his current state of affairs. Matches had been a bit slow going for him, and he would need to be more proactive in that department if current management continued to delay. Regarding the blonde in front of his face, anything more depended on how this spar went. Maddy had been a fun time despite her making him end up with the disadvantage more than once in a round, but the desire had to be mutual for a fight. The other big, muscle-bound behemoth Bast? She would make a fine spectacle to showdown against once more, on the same level as throwing down with Miss Merritt. There would be much to consider when match-making but, for now, he chose to focus on a new partner in his life.

The unknown arrival had a hunger Hiro was all too eager to help satiate, no matter her real intentions.

[RockRye]

Avery hated to admit it, even to herself, but there was a certain thrill she still loved about sinking her hooks into another person. It wasn’t unlike her session career before LAW, where her livelihood revolved around persuading clients to part with their hard-earned money for a few precious hours in her company. But this situation felt different. There was something about the intimacy of face-to-face interaction, of reading the subtle tells and weaving just the right words, that she found intoxicating. Watching someone willingly step into her web, driven by their own desires yet wholly unaware of her true intent, gave her a rush that was difficult to replicate. It was a part of her past life she thought she’d left behind because of the results of those seductions, but here she was, savoring the same thrill all over again.

And Hiroyuki made it so easy.

She clasped his hand firmly, her fingers strong yet feminine as they gripped his. "Hiroyuki," she repeated, her voice dripping with a honeyed warmth that made the syllables sound like a melody. “Avery Merritt,” she introduced herself, her name flowing with the effortless confidence of someone used to making an impression. “And I’d be delighted to test the limits of your submission.”

His eagerness was palpable, a spark that fed her fire. His handshake turned into a subtle tug, pulling her down to the mat, and Avery’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Eager, are we?” she teased, her tone playful but laced with a hint of dominance.

Avery sank gracefully to her knees in front of him, her movements fluid and deliberate. She was aware of every shift of her body, every detail of how her pose emphasized the taut curves of her massive thighs. She caught him looking again, his gaze lingering where she wanted it to, and she let him. Why stop him? Let him feast his eyes, let him get addicted to the image of her on his own.

Stretching her arms above her head, she added an extra touch of allure, the motion arching her back slightly to emphasize her athletic physique. It wasn’t just about impressing him. It was about drawing him further into her orbit. She lowered her arms with a satisfied air, her hands resting lightly on her thighs.

“We’ll wrestle to... five taps,” she proposed, her voice smooth and authoritative, every word precise. “No pins, no points, just taps. And there’s one rule: the taps have to be on the other person’s body. None of this tapping the mat nonsense. That can be so easily ignored or mistaken."

[TheLoneWanderer]

"That is quite specific. You must have been thinking about this for a long while."

Hiroyuki spoke, low and leveled. She wanted to go until five taps? That was quite demanding. Nothing like a usual lightning-quick spar. Just one rule too. The regulations of LAW were already lax based on the match, so the loose reigns were not very odd to him. Before that she spoke her name, which sparked him into thought. Perhaps he had heard her name once or twice? With Hiro's family having to move around somewhat frequently, he settled upon the idea that Avery was simply not in the same area as him. As such, she was only a passing mention rather than a element affecting his life.

Hiro gave a lengthy nod to indicate his understanding, taking a moment to check his surroundings again. A section of weights to the left. And a good amount of place where the two would risk bumping into anyone else. The gym was quite quiet, with the only sounds being that of the buzz of lights above as well as the grunts and stifled coughs of the other wrestlers fighting each other. Hiroyuki was good to go on his end. To check out this new member, just as much as she had been doing to him. He resigned himself to going the distance and took the first move to stroke the mutual pining for a battle.

Hiroyuki tried to wrap his arms around her shoulders, inviting Avery into a brief lock-up. Though, she might have enjoyed the closeness more so than the average. He started off slow and steady, not fumbling for a position like a novice white belt. It was to the point where Avery could see him coming and fairly interject if she so chose. Hiroyuki attempted to get the advantage by immediately going for a submission. He shuffled his head underneath her left armpit, trying to wrap it around the back of her neck. Combined with his head, her arm would be forced to lay straightened beside her head. His right arm abandoned control over her back as it moved up to lace its bicep with the other's fingers for a head and arm choke. His weight pushed forward, intending to get the woman on bottom position. Fortunately for Avery, it was not as tight as could be since he was mid-setup and had his waist being hugged by her legs.

Arm Triangle Choke

[RockRye]

Avery didn’t bother hiding the glint in her eye or the playful quirk of her lips as Hiroyuki accused her of premeditating the rules of their spar. If anything, she leaned into it, her confidence radiating in every movement as she shrugged one shoulder with an air of practiced indifference.

“Well,” she mused, her tone sweet yet laced with unmistakable intent, “I’m just using rules I’ve used before. Call it tradition.” She punctuated the statement with a coy smile, one that carried just enough mischief to let Hiroyuki wonder what he’d gotten himself into. It wasn’t entirely a lie. Avery had employed these same rules in her matches for online production companies. Those matches had often been a showcase of her absolute dominance, where the “rules” existed less as boundaries and more as opportunities for her to collect win after win with flair and ease and make good videos with men and women who looked good being crushed. She planned no different outcome today.

The two knelt opposite each other, their eyes locking as the spar began. Hiroyuki made the first move, advancing with a sense of determination that Avery couldn’t help but find intriguing. She held his gaze, her flirtatious smirk never wavering as his arms wrapped firmly around her back. His hands pressed into the rippling muscles there, feeling the strength that lay just beneath her smooth skin.

Avery responded in kind, her arms snaking around his torso but settling lower, her hands pressing into his own toned muscles just above his hips. Her touch was deliberate, not just testing his strength but teasing him, a subtle distraction meant to break his focus. Yet Hiroyuki proved resilient, undeterred by the ploy. His movements were methodical, his intent sharp, and Avery soon felt the telltale shift of his weight as he worked beneath her arm.

Her body tensed, her mind flashing back to Madeline Christiansen, the slithering snake who had employed similar maneuvers. Avery’s lips curled in a brief snarl at the memory, her irritation at being reminded of Madeline spurring her to act. She braced herself, intending to power out of Hiroyuki’s attempts, but her timing was just a fraction too late.

With a fluid motion, Hiroyuki executed his plan, forcing Avery onto her back. The lights overhead glared down at her, a humiliating sight she rarely allowed herself to endure. Hiroyuki didn’t hesitate, coiling his body against her arm and shoulder in a calculated move that pinned them awkwardly against the side of her face. Avery growled under her breath, the position painful and restrictive, but she was already assessing her options.

It didn’t take her long to notice his mistake. Her legs remained entirely free, outside of the weight of him atop one of them.

Hiroyuki’s focus was split, his energy poured into maintaining the hold on her upper body, leaving his midsection vulnerable. Avery’s lips twitched into a wicked grin through her grimace as her thick, powerful thighs began to shuffle beneath him. Slowly but purposefully, she maneuvered the leg beneath him to the left, positioning herself just right.

Her legs snapped shut like a bear trap, her thick, curvaceous thighs encasing Hiroyuki’s midsection with all the precision and power they were known for. Her ankles locked together, securing him in place, and she started to squeeze. It was submission against submission now, a battle of wills and strategy as Avery’s legs worked against Hiroyuki’s hold.

[TheLoneWanderer]

A rib crunch! Hiroyuki’s controlled breathing turned to pants as she snapped her thighs around his stomach for the bodyscissor. Avery could feel his chest and waist nestle deeper into her front, and not by much choice. Madeline had not felt like this, with her work from the bottom feeling much like a hug. The thighs around his stomach intended to get closer together. The vice was unyielding, carving out an temporary imprint into his sides. The younger wrestler hacked into the mat, wheezing much to her probable delight. He could still see her turning red too, meaning his Arm Triangle was tight enough to matter.

But he could not sustain the advantage like this. To interfere with Avery's hold, Hiroyuki abandoned his right arm planted on her forehead to free it from supporting the choke. Instead, Hiro relied on his left palm hooking the back of his own neck to keep the hold halfway locked. This grip was slippery due to the sweat already on Hiro. That change shifted his weight deeply towards his left (Avery's right).

He leaned on one side, feeling her legs climbing up his back similar to a mountain scaler. With a free hand, Hiro reached back to get his his fingers up by her feet then push up on an ankle. Fighting against gravity, the man's goal was to slide her insteps over the other and seperate the ankles. This pressure could drive him to insanity if exposed to it for hours on end. And she hadn't used any actual strangles on him yet.

His body rumbled, quivering against the bodyscissor. A figure four body lock would have felt equally torturous but he did not call foul. She could use what she wished. All he had to do was adapt or tap to it. Still, he looked to be taking it well compared to the session victims who would have been howling by now. Avery needed more if she wanted that dam to break and had five rounds of pandemonium to find that spark of creativity.

[RockRye]

Avery relished the sensation of Hiroyuki’s trunk caught between her formidable thighs, feeling the satisfying resistance of his body against her crushing grip as he slipped closer and closer to her crotch under the pressure. But her enjoyment was tempered by the growing discomfort spreading from her shoulder and neck. His precise hold bent her into an awkward, compressed position, and she felt her pride waver as the pain mounted. A low groan bubbled in her throat, and her lips tightened as she forced herself to breathe deeply, refusing to let him see how much it was affecting her. Her face began to flush with exertion, a visible strain spreading across her features despite her best efforts to maintain composure.

She bitterly suspected that he was a bit more skilled than she wanted to admit.

Still, that didn’t mean she was about to let him get the better of her. If anything, his ability to hold his own only stoked her competitive fire. She bore down with her thighs, her thick muscles tightening like a vice around his midsection, forcing him to grunt as his struggles intensified. Her gaze flicked downward, focusing on her feet as the center of their battle. She watched as his hands moved deliberately toward her ankles, and the pressure against her grip increased. She felt a shift, a subtle weakening, as his leverage started to pry her hold apart.

She all but read his mind and adjusted her positioning on instinct. Twisting their tangled bodies as they shifted onto their sides, she quickly slipped one foot between the thick cushions of her other leg's calf and thigh, locking her legs into a punishing figure-four hold around his torso. Avery smirked despite the pain in her upper body.

With her legs secured, she shifted her focus back to freeing her arm, especially as they teetered onto their sides. Gritting her teeth against the discomfort in her shoulder, she began to twist and yank against his hold, her biceps straining with effort. Her opposite hand reached up, fingers digging into his chin as she pushed his head back, trying to disrupt his focus by bending at his neck and turn the tide in her favor.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Hiroyuki hacked up a dry cough when she pushed. It interfered with his Arm Triangle, giving her neck space rather than strangling her. Her hand put his spine at an extreme angle in its range of motion, with his fingers being unable to hold on. To add to the punishment, Hiroyuki was now trapped in a body triangle or figure four. He hissed into her chest, trying to keep his own breathing steady as his submission unraveled.

The exchange of domination put the two on their sides, leaving them to struggle between who would get mount. Hiroyuki, now with both hands free, tried to wrap his fingers around her neck and squeeze before pushing down. This allowed him to get the space he needed before letting her neck go to get both hands back. However, he was not Mr. Fantastic, and could not use his legs for the escape he had in mind without snapping his own anatomy. He turned his upper body within the hold, to try and face her legs the best way he could manage. If allowed, Hiroyuki tried to push down on the leg wrapped around his waist to slide that same foot down Avery's calf.

Other than that, Hiroyuki was bearing witness to why instructors and videos alike hyped up the body triangle lock as one of the very secure methods of control. From the front, in his case. It was particularly hard to admire Avery's body since it was causing terrible shifts in his stomach and ribs. If he turned around to try a leg lock, then she'd take his back. It was better to split his focus and see what she'd do next while she had the entertainment of watching him trying to 'tough out' the storm.