In Scylla's Embrace - Ishigami Yuto vs Beatrice Harper

[Liesmith]

It might not seem like it, given… well, everything but Tris genuinely appreciated Yuto’s tenacity. No, really.

It gave her something to work with, made this whole experience so much more fun than if he’d just gone totally limp and made like a ragdoll. It still wasn’t even close to a challenge and that was ok too.

Because while Tris loved a challenge, that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy taking poor, outmatched little Yuto apart piece by piece to find out what made him tick.

Well, her ass obviously but she couldn’t exactly blame the guy there. She’d put a lot of work into it.

For all that, Tris had no difficulties in ignoring the pointless prying of his hands against her legs – they’d both been here before, they both knew how it ended. And sure enough, soon enough poor Yuto was reduced to just clinging on for dear life.

Tris cast a glance down, grinned. Kept the pressure coming, slow and steady in the measured build as her muscles tightened around his trapped skull.

Normally, she’d have to be careful about him tapping out before she was done. Tonight, that wasn’t an issue.

[Lico]

To no one's surprise, Yuto was unable to even loosen Scylla's thighs that was crushing his head. The poor boy was trapped and at her mercy, just like how he had always been for the whole match. He grunted and squirmed, and in the end he gave one of her legs a squeeze before tapping them a few times, signaling her that he's close to being squeezed unconscious. Well, he probably could still take a little more, but given how weakened he had been, perhaps she could cut him some slack for starting to panic earlier.

"Hnnngg...!"

[Liesmith]

“Hmm…”

Tris made a thoughtful purr, letting her head roll back on her shoulders a little to stare up into the lights as she felt the shift from his feeble attempts at resistance to clinging on. And from there to some pitiful groping before her little boytoy meekly tapped.

It was kind of cute actually, him basically begging her for mercy. After all, the rules of the match didn’t require her to do anything. Tris could keep Yuto all locked up in her legs for as long as she liked – she could see the ref girl stood off to one side, looking conflicted but clearly under orders not to do anything.

Nope, he’d get no help from there. If she wanted, Tris could just squeeze him until he’d not answer a fifty count, let alone ten.

“Oh, Yuto…”

Casually, Tris trailed a finger down the crease of his spine.

“Whatever shall I do with you…”

Just like that, the redhead gave Yuto a serious burst of pressure, her thighs visibly tightening with thick muscle as she bore down like she wanted to pop his head like a coconut.

And then she let him go just as suddenly, shoving him away with a hip in the expectation he’d just crumple like a puppet with its strings cut.

[Lico]

Scylla didn't let him go right away, and to be fair, she wasn't obliged to. Yuto was panicking some more as he could feel his consciousness slipping from her crushing, especially when the pressure suddenly ramped up. Fortunately, he was let go soon after, with her hips knocking him to the mats to add insult to the injury. At least the crowds were liking what they're seeing judging from their cheers.

As for Yuto, who's barely conscious for a moment, he didn't really move after collapsing like a sack on the canvas. The counting started, but he's only hearing echoes for some time. By the time he's snapped out of it, about five seconds already passed.

"...six...! Seven...!" the count continued while he tried to scramble to the nearest ropes to help himself getting up.

He was finally able to grab the bottom ropes at the count of eight, and as he's struggling to pull himself onto his knees, the referee decided that he's not completely downed and didn't resume the count. It took some time, but Yuto eventually was able to got back to his feet, although he remained clinging onto the ropes for a few more seconds while panting heavily.

Eventually, he'd wobble away towards Scylla, assuming she waited for him all this time. He's barely in a stance, barely had a plan, almost like a person answering a siren's call...

[Liesmith]

Tris had expected Yuto to fall down and Yuto didn’t disappoint her. All it’d taken was a little nudge and over he went. Like a particularly pathetic sack of potatoes. Though, she supposed, exposure to her legs tended to have that effect on people.

Simply put, Tris was a knockout on every level. As Yuto was busily finding out – though the little guy actually looked almost cute, slumped snoozing on the mats. The redhead chuckled to herself, then looked out at the crowd, turning a slow circle with arms outstretched as she soaked up the crowd’s enthusiastic cheering.

Which brought her back to facing Yuto about the time her little pet started to move. Other than twitching a bit.

Tris watched with her head on one side as the determined twit crawled his way towards the nearest ropes and use them to drag himself up. If not to standing then at least a close enough approximation that the ref let him off.

That earnt the official a scathing look from the redhead, who rolled her eyes. Tempted as she was to just knock him back down again, she refrained, even though it definitely took more than a ten count before Yuto was able to stand unaided.

This was fine.

“Oh Yuto, Yuto, Yuto,” She shook her head mock-sadly as he staggered vaguely towards her, taking a step back for each he took towards her, “You really should have stayed down, luv.”

Grinning all the while.

[Lico]

Yuto was barely able to walk and yet he kept going towards Scylla. The boy muttering something along the line of "not yet", like he's telling himself more than anything. Maybe her opponent had a point, but the boy felt like he could still go on for a bit longer. He had a reputation of being durable after all, even if most people might forgive him for staying down after that last squeezing.

With Scylla kept backing away, though, Yuto decided to try cornering her. Not that he could do much given she probably could just repel any of his offense without breaking a sweat in his current state. He couldn't rush himself, though, so perhaps just cutting her path would allow him to grab her arms or something, which he could possibly follow by applying a sleeper hold after pulling her towards him.

[Liesmith]

The crowd weren’t exactly into the little game of keep away Scylla was playing. The redhead could hear the first murmurings of discontent – definitely not outright booing – but the fans were there to watch…

Well. She’d been about to think ‘watch them wrestle’ but, to be honest, they were there to watch her dissect Yuto like the fish he so often resembled. That said, Tris had thrown them plenty of juicy red meat to snack on, she was confident they’d give her a little room here.

For now, the Brit bombshell was focused on staying one step ahead of her opponent at least, a job greatly simplified by Yuto having been reduced to near zombie-parody status. All he needed to do was start groaning and he’d be a shoe-in for the next Resident Evil flick.

That said, the longer she danced around, the more he was shaking off the cobwebs. It was a fun game but, sooner rather than later, Tris was going to have to do something else…

Turned out to be ‘sooner’ as Yuto suddenly altered course. Instead of just following her, he cut across the arc of her path, lunging at her with seemingly no plan whatsoever for what he’d do if he caught her.

Cute. Like she’d thought – a trier.

Wasn’t going to really help the dweeb though.

Tris stopped dead in her tracks, reaching out herself to snag his grasping hand by the wrist.

Then she pivoted sharply, going to whip the smaller wrestler into the nearest corner as hard as she could manage.

[Lico]

To be fair, Yuto was aware that his attempt to grab Scylla probably only had like, a ten percent chance of success at best. She was much fresher after all, and even if he wasn't exhausted, her skill was more than likely above his level from what she had displayed so far. So there wasn't much surprise from his part when she grabbed his wrist instead, although he still gasped when she whipped him to the corner.

"Nghh...!" the boy groaned as his back hit the post.

Fortunately the turnbuckles had paddings on them, but they weren't exactly soft. Yuto still ended up rather dazed after the crash, panting heavily while his arms slumped on the top ropes. Once again he was completely vulnerable to his opponent...