Turf Encroachment! - Asuka Hisashi & Drake Vyril

[CyanDimitrik]

"Works for me," nods Drake. He likes standard matches. No gimmicks. Just one person versus another, fighting to be on top. Wrestling at its purest. Of course, this wouldn't exactly be like that, would it? He'd have to contend with the constant realization and reminder that he's getting rough with a pretty girl who seems to have a decent personality.

Seems to! It's still too early. The verdict's not completely in on that one.

'God, why am I thinking about that now?'

Drake's expression betrays him, allowing a tiny boyish smile to edge the corners of his lips. His stance is widened, arms lifted at the ready to invite the initial lockup.

"Ding." The faux-bell noise barely has enough time to get out before the girl has taken the initiative, and it's an explosive initiative, at that! She didn't seem to want to start things off with a lockup at all! He turns his body instinctively and hunches a shoulder, tanking the hit but not without a level of appreciation for the force she puts behind it. If she had a clear shot at his head, she could do some damage.

The shock of the snappy attack brings him back a step and puts him on the defensive, forearms closing in to shield himself. "You don't waste any time, do ya?!," he asks as he backs away. A significant part of him wants to see what she's got firsthand and let her push her attack. But what's the fun in only playing defense? Besides, she might even feel cheated; toyed with. He has no intention of that.

Drake closes in again with her, attempting to snap his hands onto her shoulder and collar to initiate the delayed lockup with her. And if locked on, the pressure will steadily build in hopes of guiding her back against the turnbuckle.

[DizzyKnight]

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[CyanDimitrik]

That leg was noticed. She was about to shoot for another kick. Of course, that's to be expected - she seems to like taking things hard and fast, and if you control the pace of the match, well...

But that's part of the fun of a lockup. Even as she struggles against him, that pace she set is completely lost. She's pushed into the corner, with the young model pressing in against her squirming body. And he's trying again to not think about it too much. He knew the contact was coming. He has no intention of letting her think less of him for getting distracted by it.

The lockup is broken, and he takes a quick step back, only to give himself enough room to come back in with a snappy reverse chop aimed to crash against her collar area. That, he hopes, will pump the breaks on her!

[DizzyKnight]

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[CyanDimitrik]

As soon as his hand struck only forearms, Drake knew she'd be retaliating. The strike, while hard, was most likely not enough to generate the shock needed to stun the blonde beauty in the corner. It created an opening that only a fool would pass up. And Asuka ain't no fool, looks like.

She comes back at him quickly with that shot of hers landing against his chin! He recoils both from the impact and out of instinct, eyes widened and arm raised to guard his face from further assault. But that's just a basic reaction. She's still in the corner, he's still in the dominant position, and he plans to make the best use of it and keep the speedy girl trapped.

The space between them sees new use, as Drake attempts to catch her off-guard with another strike - though not from the upper-body. His foot aims to nail her in the gut with a direct kick. Time to test the sturdiness of those abs!

[DizzyKnight]

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[CyanDimitrik]

Boot drives into her bare stomach, and Drake pauses when he sees the amount of damage that strike does. He's not used to wrestling people smaller than him. Drake isn't small by normal standards, but in the ring, he's used to being easily the least-imposing. He could thank his mother for that, inheriting much of her looks. But this is a completely new experience.

Still, she'd be insulted if he didn't take advantage, if she's anything like him. Nothing is gained if nothing is earned, and you don't earn anything with a handout. He can be sure not to go overboard and actually injure her, but going easy on her? Not a chance. She deserves better than that, especially after how well she's done in LAW's ring.

Drake leans down and grabs for the girl's shoulders, attempting to help her find her feet again. He'll further 'help' her by trying to uncross her arms from her stomach and push them over the top ropes to leave her midsection unprotected. Grabbing the middle ropes, he'll thrust himself forward to ram his shoulder into her toned belly!

[DizzyKnight]

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[CyanDimitrik]

Drake's shoulder digs into her stomach for a second or two before he leans back enough to let her arms cross her midsection defensively. His back straightens, and he places a hand to her head, fingers sifting through her soft blonde hair - fortunately without tangling.

The growing collection of a largely female audience does briefly steal his attention, if only to blink and raise his free hand in acknowledgment with a modest smile. But that's all Asuka seemed to need, dipping and weaving away to reach the middle of the ring.

"Wha-.." He spins around to face her, and the surprise on his face is replaced with a wry smile. "Gonna make me work for it, huh?," he asks impishly. The first step towards her is deliberately heavy and sudden, attempting to spur her into premature defense! Successful or not, he shortly follows with a more sincere attack in the form of a burst clothesline. His sleekly-trim body surges forward, right arm extended in the hopes of catching her across the collar with his bicep!

[DizzyKnight]

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