Going the Distance! Back-To-Back Carnage!! (For Hagen)

[TheLoneWanderer]

MMA Match
Rules: Four rounds bout. Each round has no more than five minutes duration, with a rest period of one minute between. Respecting tap-outs is dependent on the fighters' decisions unless if it were to result in a doctor's stoppage such as with a broken bone.
Victory Conditions: Win is given when the loser takes more than 10-seconds to recover.

A pit for gladiators. That was what he was thrown into. Senji regarded his woman in front of him, Alice, with a confused eyebrow. He was a little apprehensive, putting himself through this, but all he had to do was endure whoever came his way. That was doable. It should be, in any case. After Alice, there would be more until he could not take it...according to the terms of the event---The physical greeting was almost on autopilot. Slap hands, then bump your fists together with your opponent.

Smack

Bump!

Senji raised a dark red mouthguard to prevent his teeth from mashing into his mouth or themselves too much. He shoved it into his mouth, smacking his lips to settle the protective object into place. Senji then turned his body back fully towards Alice. He thumbed at the knuckles of his LAW-branded set of gloves while he considered how to approach this. At the same time, his feet shuffled forward in order to get at a distance of being arms' length away. 5 feet or so.

"May the best fighter win!"

Senji managed to drudge out that cheerful introduction from his emotions. Fighting her off would probably be exhausting but he figured that he had kept up with worse in the past. Make as many concrete movements as possible. Conserve your stamina, otherwise her greedy hands would be gnawing on him like a sizeable steak. But, he had only caught the sparkle in his eye for punching so far. Grappling was a secondary talent, and he had found himself falling short when encountering specialists.

Senji planted his feet deep into the canvas, clenching the mat with them. Then, he took a crouched position with his hands lowered to Alice's legs in terms of height. With the explosive motion of thighs churning, Senji dashed into her hips to send a powerful single-leg takedown in the black-haired girl's direction. He tried to grind his shoulder into her pelvis, making it as uncomfortable for Alice's belly as possible. The intended direction was for the athletic woman to be powered in the downward direction as Senji would nestle against her left side now that they were on the ground if all went according to plan.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice had come to this octagon looking for some action. She signed up for the gauntlet hoping for a chance to warm up, and since she was first in line, what better way to start than by being the one to kick things off in the spotlight?

She entered the arena wearing only a huge black jacket that covered her to the hips, accompanied by trainers. Her long legs and wide thighs, her glowing skin, fuelled the desire to see what lay above those hips.

On stage, her glasses ended up in the hands of an assistant as the match time approached, just minutes before the bell was about to ring—she loosened her hairstyle, leaving her hair tied back in a simple ponytail. A strand hung down on the side of her forehead, but she left it there because she likes to maintain a casual touch in her appearance. Then came the revelation, as a ringside camera scanned her profile from head to toe, scanning her figure while the beauty queen exercised her knees in a subtle dance confused with footwork, electrified by the bustle, preparing her body for the violent dance she was about to enter. She longed for this fight, biting her lips and stretching them, savouring her ideas, and if she had had the chance to make eye contact with her target, she would have winked at her opponent: Senji.

With barely two minutes left before the bell rang, the lady grabbed the zip and opened her jacket, puffing out her chest as the piece of leather slid down her arms, revealing her sculpted adult body. There was no additional protection for Alice. She was practically naked, except for a pair of short, casual shorts and a top consisting only of straps and a pair of cups to support her enormous breasts. The surprising thing was that everything about her was genetics and discipline, and the cameras witnessed every curve of her toned physique, appreciating the discipline this woman has to stay in shape despite her office job.

Alice Evans' gear

The pub secretary passed the garment to the same assistant, while another opened a small chest to hand her a crimson mouthguard and a pair of MMA gloves, which caught her attention: they had the L.A.W logo on each one, large and in a colour that contrasted enough to be clearly visible.

What a great way to promote their merchandise, she thought before putting the mouthguard in her mouth, adjusting it with her tongue and disappearing it behind her lips. She then cracked her neck, stretched her arms towards the sky, interlaced her fingers to crack them, and arched her back to eliminate any laziness from her being with a stretch that lifted her bum and arched her forward, widening her chest even more.

There were no flaws in her attire. All the tests were successful. While they were telling her about some rules, the brunette was curious and intrigued by another relevant matter: she leaned to the left and stood on tiptoe so she could look over the shoulder of one of the inspectors and shoot Senji a glance—He seemed nervous to her, yet at the same time somewhat endearing, despite being a sculpture of Adonis.

She did not know much about her opponent, even though managers know the profiles of almost everyone involved with L.A.W. Therefore, her best strategy was to act with her head and not on mere whim and impulse, as her faction is often characterised.

She clenched her fists, checking that her gloves fit properly, then felt her abdomen with her own closed hands to make sure she was mentally ready for what a date with such a muscular guy would bring, and then clicked her tongue twice, an order that caused her entire team to leave the octagon as they waited for the last minute before the bell rang. The other event officials also cleared out, although on their own, as their role was now over.

Only Senji and she would remain here, the gentleman and the lady, no one else.

The secretary stood in the centre of the octagon to face her opponent; she would be serious, but serene; she seemed relaxed, although inside she was impatient and somewhat nervous. She murmured, weighing up the energy her male counterpart conveyed with that phrase before beginning. Senji seemed more fun than cruel, which in itself told her that she had to be more... gentle from the start if she didn't want to see his worst side.

The bell rang three times!

Senji crouched down, lowering her arms as if she were ready to pounce at any moment, aiming for her long legs to take her down, specifically targeting the British woman's wide thighs. Alice, for her part, planted one foot dramatically behind her, stomping loudly as she raised her forearms, squaring herself to receive him, lowering her chin and shooting him a look with her reddish eyes, attentive to every ceremonious movement before he took the initiative.

She was stoic, with no footwork or other move to warn that she would try to dodge; he, on the other hand, was already calculating how to tackle her, and so he did—Senji lunged to tackle the secretary's hips!

Alice immediately bent her knees, lowering her centre of gravity, matching her attacker's height, and threw a right hook at his cheek! She didn't know what Senji's plans were, but that woman had no intention of letting a cute guy touch her so easily! If the punch landed, she would use the impact to jump to the right, circle around the man and grab his arm to throw him off balance; then she would try to hug his back to after mount it and embrace his waist with her legs, bringing her feet together in front of his abdomen and while her thighs are attached to his waist, starting to squeeze him with a rear bodyscissors, while her arms sought Senji's neck.

One of Alice's arms would wrap around his throat if everything went as planned; the other would rest on the man's shoulder, bringing both arms together to close a choke and squeeze his neck immediately without any mercy.

"Do you want to start the dance with a takedown?" The brit woman would mutter, showing the effort it takes to squeeze with all her limbs at the same time. "Then let's start with one of yours!" She roared like a beast.

Spoiler

[TheLoneWanderer]

That did not go quite as planned.

Senji took a stiff shot to the cheek, stinging his jaw from the impact and rattling his brain a little. He huffed out his exertion, planting his hands to catch himself on the floor since Alice had circled around to dodge. The silver lining of having been choked so many times is that he had, at least, gotten used to being mounted like this. Senji would be fighting her legs and arms constantly. To do so, he settled into her lap to begin working on his method of a counter. Elbows from this position would be ill-advised unless he could get a better angle. Slamming was an option, but Alice's reflex might cause her to crunch his windpipe inward rather than smoothly squeeze the sides of his neck.

As they lay on their sides, Senji stretched his left hand backward to try and mess with her fingers. One by one, Senji tried to push them up by their undersides and then pull on Alice's left bicep so that the connection between her two arms could be broken. As for his legs, Senji attempted to break how they were settled around his waist using his right hand. It was a much simpler matter. He reached down to his lap, trying to wrap his palm and fingers around her foot to push it onto the outside of his hip. To make it harder for Alice to reinsert that hook, Senji pulled up his knee to his lap so that would block her foot. If allowed, Senji then tried to work on pushing her left leg out of his lap in the same way. This had the unfortunate effect of keeping Senji's legs suspended off the floor. Therefore, Alice had a bit more control over them both in terms of weight distribution since he had to lift his own legs to block her from wrapping the thunderous thighs around his waist again.

Easy. Easy. Focus. He would repeat in his head. The last thing he needed was to panic. That only rewarded him with a greater chance of getting too scared to take initiative and then choked out. It would be quite the bad perception to help Alice set a new record on finishing time.

As a minor third defense, he attempted to get his chin tucked down so that it would help block Alice's arm from choking him. Since humans had lengthy arms in general, she would still be able to squeeze the neck's sides if she was sufficiently motivated enough to shift around the chin tuck or find another way for Senji to open his neck for attack while she hunted for her chokehold. Some nasty grapplers in the roster had the ability to crunch the jaw and choke at the same time, especially if they had large arms like the heavyweights of LAW's employees who practiced Jiu JItsu or other similar styles. This all depended on how good Alice was with submissions overall.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice had secured most of the key points for a rear choke. However, she had not guaranteed the first round just by mounting him and hugging his neck from behind.

Senji Takijima was not making it easy for her; the man tested her arms, feeling her warmth and the sweat that was beginning to cover her, searching for her fingers to open the choke. However, he would then realise that the secretary was not so bad in this area: one of Alice's hands was trapped in the crook of his elbow, as this closed the choke, while the other was behind the man's head, pushing forward to keep him choked. She closed both hands to hide her fingers and make things difficult.

The secretary pressed her body against his when she felt Senji's legs start to work, crushing her chest against his back. In the struggle, she slid and shook, trying to get settled in and stay in place. She would be dead weight, but very annoying and stubborn dead weight. Though she didn't have much mobility, and he exploited that: lifting his thighs with such force that he opened Alice's legs! Then he tried to sink his chin into her arm to force her to open up, or at least to prevent her from pressing harder on his throat.

The brunette's eyes widened. He was going to escape!

The secretary strangled him to overcome his stubbornness. Now, she, lying on her back on the mat with him on top of her, squeezed his neck with her forearm, closing his throat. She wanted Senji to take it more seriously. She wanted to hear him gasp.

Alice's legs braced against the mat, kicking until she found the point of traction and used it to arch her entire body towards the ceiling, while pulling Senji's neck downwards. She was determined to roll him to the canvas.

If she was lucky, she could complete the throw and get Senji back on all fours. At which point she would, without releasing the choke, flip backwards to land on her back again. But her strategy would not be to immobilise him again; instead, she would straddle him, ready to force him to his feet with the stranglehold she still had on him, and throw him against the wall of the octagon.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Alice's response to his own defense was not very complex. She simply squeeezzeeedddd as hard as her muscles would allow. They were both mostly dry, but sweat was beginning to build up in these opening minutes of the match. Alice's arm bit deeply into his neck, harshly mashing his throat and both carotid arteries flat against themselves. Squeezing the sides bypassed the jaw tuck, which made Senji gurgle into the canvas of the octagon. The pressure made his head pound with an uncomfortable sensation, now that Alice was crushing into him so much. With Alice's limited mobility though, she had only a couple ways to position him. Senji's world inverted for a moment, before he put his knees and elbows onto the floor to cushion the landing. A roll!

The redhead felt her start to drag instead of trying to retake his back, which worried him. To give her a physical answer to that, Senji grasped her choking arm with both hands to maintain some form of grip on Alice. When she had began to try the slam out, Senji had followed up by throwing his feet ahead of his hips so that their momentum would be reduced. In turn, this would finally allow him to twist his hips into Alice's groin to turn them around and slam her into the wall of the cage for some minor damage.

Regardless of if she reduced it or not, Senji had noticed that he could not get his hands underneath her fingers. Therefore, he tried something else. While she was still working on the rear choke, Senji was stuck in a back-sitting position with his straightened legs spread along the mat. He opened his mouth a little, trying to give Alice's arm a bigger obstruction to deal with, which would further block her attempts at digging a deeper trench around his throat by putting the entirety of his lower jaw in the way. At the same time, Senji tried to push up on her elbow to slowly get that limb over his face.

As for Alice's legs, Senji stuck to the predictable pattern of trying to push her ankles away if she tried to reinsert her hooks again or otherwise wrap them around his waist. However, he had only one arm and could only focus on one leg at a time.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice tried to throw him, but Senji grabbed her arm with such force that her eyes flew open wide; he controlled the spin so that she would take the impact.

"Ugh!"

Alice's back crashed into the metal mesh that formed the walls, shaking the octagon with her body. She would kneel behind him, but not because of the impact against the metal net, but because of the impact she received between her legs after being crushed by his hips. It was in a way that shook her knees and made her kneel behind him—this man's hips, although more star-shaped than hers and very muscular, were hard and much more bony.

Her chest was being crushed between the octagon and Takijima's back; the metal strands creaked as they struggled. She was tenacious! He was stubborn! She didn't open her choke for nothing! And he kept fighting like a brute!

"Grrh!!"

The brunette tried to apply pressure to force him to stand up, leaning on one knee to try to get up, ready to strangle him if he didn't obey. However, the Senji raised his arm to push Alice's face back, pushing her neck against the metal, forcing her to loosen the grip. She is panting as she tries not to let! but at the same time, he opened his mouth to push down Alice's forearm with his chin.

The lever was making Alice's muscles tremble; she was, after all, a woman dealing with a colossus. Her lock, although hard, could not withstand so many stress.

The brunette suddenly opened the lock, put the arm she had behind her head between her face and his elbow, pushing his arm forward to gain a little autonomy. She next proceeded to put her leg between her and Senji's lower back. If she managed to plant her bare foot, she would kick him forward for a second wind. But she would take that moment to grab the cage and get up quickly. Her trick would be to grab the cage again and hang on to it to open her legs and clamp his head between her thighs. Her last step would be to let go and drop onto the canvas to close a rear headscissors!

[TheLoneWanderer]

Good! He was making some good progress here.

"Do you think I'm that basic? A scissorhold won't make me submit."

Senji murmured, now that Alice had transitioned to her rear headscissor. The redhead, almost by reflex, countered at a high speed. The boy twisted his head violently, which turned the move into a regular headscissor now that the rest of his body had followed.


He flattened his left hand out, trying to dig it into the small space between her thighs. This was ahead of her pelvis, and Senji was trying to make space for his closed neck to expand instead of being forced to reach down and remove her feet manually. The notion of Alice thinking that this session wrestler's signature would tap him out definitely tickled him on the inside though. To slow down any Triangle Choke attempts, Senji did have the foresight to clasp his hands together briefly, as the elbow between her legs rested on the woman's stomach, if his fingers were able to squeeze past the tight barrier.

With that done, Senji chose to rely on his ground and pound techniques rather than pure grappling. The jabs, short and low in power, came down from each arm. They occurred one at a time, where Senji focused on bashing her belly to give it bruising if Alice was too passive in her approach. A meaty 'TWACK' sounded as he did so, while his hammerfists worked her tummy like a sandbag.

In the meantime, Senji shuffled his knees up to his stomach. He was trapped in the top position and it was better to he prepared to move closer or farther depending on what Alice did. He did not have a choice currently because of the legs wrapped around his head.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice had managed to get him between her legs, ready to exercise her legs here, but before she could close the lock, her opponent twisted to look at her shorts, kneeling, and slipping one of his hands between the Brit's thighs to work for release from there.

She gasped and tried not to move away from him, but as she went for one arm, Senji raised the other, bringing it down like a hammer fist straight to her stomach.

"Guhh!"

The secretary's abdomen, tensed to withstand any retaliation, bent under that fist, shaking her body as her eyes opened wide and her mouth opened, expelling a gasp along with a few drops of saliva into the air. Her legs closed tighter, indirectly complicating Senji's release. Alice tried to lean on her elbow, but another hammer blow dropped again, compacting her stomach again. This time it hit right on her navel, bending her over for a few seconds before her back unfolded again on the canvas.

"Uugh!"

She did not want to receive a third fist; that would surely make her kick Senji away. Instead, the secretary grabbed the attacking arm by the wrist, determined to pull it between her breasts to extend it. She planned to arch her back upwards, crushing his shoulder and head between her scissors, closing a complete triangle choke without knowing that his opponent was planning a measure.

"Yes, well, I never said you were... that, dear!"

[TheLoneWanderer]

It was around this time that Senji was beginning to turn red from the newest choke he was being exposed to. A triangle. As soon as Alice squeezed, Senji saw his vision blur from the pressure that she was capable of. Her thighs were not incompetent, that was for sure. Senji choked on any words that might have come out, as his face was buried between Alice's lap and his own shoulder being crushed. But, as it appeared, Alice decided to fuse this with an armbar judging by how she stretched his trapped arm. To remedy this, Senji pulled his free hand around the outside of her hips.

This free hand shot straight forward, trying to lock its fingers with Senji's left arm. Then, he yanked backward with all his might to bend the trapped arm toward the other way. The right way so that Senji did not have to agonize over the armbar. To annoy Alice further, Senji planted his feet on the ground before straightened his knees up. Steadily, he had lifted Alice off the ground so that only her upper back would be resting on the canvas if he had his way in this exchange.

It would not be to slam her, but Senji was trying to see if he could use gravity for her legs to slip down from being wrapped around his neck. The man wasn't moving anywhere very fast, since Alice would be getting dragged around as Senji stumbled every so often due to the muscular weight holding him down as well as fighting the choke. All the while, Alice might have taken some delight in watching his cheeks and neck get squished to the point of the skin coloring red like a tomato due to her super-tight Triangle.

[Hagen-Autem]

The woman would be dragged across the canvas while Senji devised his strategy. Her hips would be lifted as the male wrestler stood with his waist bent forward under Alice's weight, and something inside the secretary shuddered at the thought of being suspended and whipped against the canvas.

The redhead had managed to grab his captured arm, leveraging it backwards to reclaim it and break the hold. The best the lady could do was rub her legs against his face, twisting her hips from side to side to punish him, not considering returning his arm as an option, much less opening her legs. However, she was losing this, and although she liked to be stubborn, she did not like to be exposed by fatigue. So, an idea lit up her thoughts, and a condescending smile appeared on her lips.

"All right, so you consider yourself basic?"

She opened her scissors, returning her hips to the canvas. With one leg, she hooked his knee, and with the other, she set out to deliver a straight kick to the bulge between his legs. The leg would extend until it was straight, fired like a crossbow, ready to load Senji onto her foot for a few torturous seconds before bending her knee and letting go of his arm as well.

Alice herself let out a gasp as she kicked, biting her lip, hyper-focused on detonating with all her power to complete the dirty job.