Ryu Hiroshi vs. Esther Gates: No Safe Bet

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Esther's fingers dug into his wrist as hard as her feet dug into his frame, and she reeled back as far as she could while simultaneously pushing up on his body with her legs to bend the arm back further. His arms were strong, but with Esther's whole body pulling on that one appendage and her bottom lip sufficiently chewed from the effort, she got the armbar locked in at a deep enough angle that he howled and started bucking. A problem, that. Esther scowled at his antics, his movements as wild and unpredictable as a rodeo calf. She would feel tired just working hard enough to hold him in place if this kept up. "Just take it, wrestling boy!", she demanded.

He answered by raising his fist, and Esther didn't have to work too hard to figure out his escape tactic. When the first blow landed on her thick thigh, she winced and weathered it, but when one blow became several, she could feel the bruises ready to form in her battered quadriceps. With a brief cry of frustration, she let him go and pushed back. One hand massaged each thigh, and Esther pouted for a moment. But he surely hurt after she had bent his arm to the straining point, and she had to act. With a huntress' gaze, Esther stared and popped forward toward him again from her knees.

She fell forward, trying to drop a shoulder into the same side where she had struck his ribs a few moments earlier. The strong woman wanted to follow by grabbing him by the hurt arm and turning him over so she could jump on his back...where he would be ripe for the wrangling.

[Teenwrestler]

He certainly did not appreciate the 'wrestling boy' comment from Esther because he was older than his opponent and a veteran of the ring! However, from his position there was really not much he could do to reply to her insult apart from his growing moans thanks to the armbar submission. Struggling and bucking as best as he could, eventually it took a couple of stiff strikes from him to have her loosen up the hold and even then she would use her legs to push him off her rather forcefully. Ryu would do a couple of rolls to get away from her, eventually getting some distance while laying down on his back at the edge of the mats, holding his injured arm in pain while gritting his teeth.

However, Esther had sensed that Ryu was hurt and quickly pushed for the advantage by getting up to her knees and lunging at the Dragon to grab his hurt arm and pushed him over onto his front to straddle his back. Ryu growled as he tried to buck her off him, trying to get up onto his hands and knees because he did sense danger.

"Urgh, g-get off me" he said, his voice clearly sounded like he was frustrated at the realizing that Esther was actually quite strong and a capable wrestler!

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Gosh, he was a lug of meat, wasn't he? Esther grumbled with the exertion it took to get him turned onto his front, almost using her whole arm like a winch lifted a car, but his whipping around in pain gave her one opportunity to roll him. She did, and she fell over partially on top of him after the exertion. They surely looked like two great pro wrestlers after that display. Esther took one loud, gathering breath before she started to clamber where she wanted to be, on his back. "I've known wild horses that are easier to mount," the farmgirl complained, breathlessly.

He was already rising, and as Esther threw a leg over his back, she started to slam down on the bottom of his spine with her butt in order to make him lay flat. But, Esther decided, she would probably rather have him trying to get up. That gave her more room to wrap around him.

No, no, she had a plan, and it involved a second to rest after all that effort she had just put into surviving his holds and getting him to roll over. Esther was almost panting. To that end, she did drop her butt into his back to drop him flatter to the mats, and once she did, she reached for both of his arms to pull them behind him. She had already worked his arms, so why not keep targeting them?

"Commere, big guy...", she muttered, before she sat on his back, wrapped her thighs around the arms she had pulled behind him, and crossed her feet behind his neck in a Lotus Lock.

[Teenwrestler]

Having him down on his front was never the best of positions in a wrestling match and Ryu was quite aware of that fact. He knew he had to act fast but Esther acted quicker than him and had mounted his back. Not one to simply lay around, he would begin to push up and try to shake her off but Esther did her best to stay on top and continued to try and get under his skin. Remaining stoic as ever, partly because he had no ground to quip back given his position, he would focus on trying to escape by jerking her off his back by rising up to his hands and knees. That plan was soon foiled when she would slam her butt down against his spine to force him back down to his front, with a gasp leaving from his mouth upon the impact.

The Dragon felt both of his arms being grabbed, he knew that smelled danger and would not allow Esther to take control that easily. He would pull his arms forward as soon as they were grabbed to break free and tuck them to his sides while using his lower half to once again jerk upwards before trying to roll to his side in an attempt to get out from under her. He knew that he could not let his arms be trapped whilst down on his front and would stay on the defensive to assure that was not the case.

"I said get OFF" he growled with a strong heave!

[HotWheels]

Mental note: Esther's arms could not overpower his arms, especially from this angle. As she pulled back to situate him for the Lotus Lock, digging her fingers into his biceps and scowling with concentration, he pulled his arms back down and easily stopped her. She strained another couple of times, and even tried to work her calf beneath his armpit for more leverage, but he would not let Esther have the arm. The southerner, not wanting to make herself more tired, gave up when he got them tucked against his sides. Time for something else.

Or not. He powered into a roll, and without the best base for balance, Esther tumbled to the side with her knees still squished against his sides. Her bent knee, thigh, and calf rolled under him at a sharp enough angle that she squealed out an owwww through a chewed lip. She fell onto her side to straighten the leg back out and extended it as best she could, but her hips ended up on one side of him and her foot on the other with his weight stopping her from drawing in her leg. That meant she couldn't draw in the her and escape him, either.

Lying momentarily helpless on her side with a trapped leg, a concerned-looking Esther didn't say "shit," but she felt it in her soul.

[Teenwrestler]

His aggressive and strength managed to give him the advantage there and she was unable to yank his arms back enough for her to wrap her legs around them for the Lotus lock. Instead, Ryu would buck up and jerk to the side to roll from under her which in turn made her fall off him to the side with her knees trapped under his side making it a very awkward fall and tug of her leg. She let out a audible moan and fell over to her side while trying to straighten out her leg but Ryu would do it for her as he got up to his knees to free her leg. However, it was not done out of generosity because he would grab her hair and yank her up to a seated position, only to pass his arms from under her armpits and bring his hands to the back of her neck, locking hands behind her neck for a Full nelson submission.

From there he would lean on her back, making her fall down to the mats on her front with his body laying on top of her back. Ryu would use his legs to pin hers down in a reverse grapevine, with his weight grinding down on herb back and his hands putting strenuous pressure on the back of her neck in the full nelson submission. His body was visibly shining in sweat now as his muscles were even more defined thanks to the sheen of sweat.

"Hah...do you....hah...submit?" he panted.

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Esther's leg popped free only because allowed it, and she felt a sense of hope that she might escape. She quickly rolled onto the opposite site with the leg tucked close to her chest, and she reached out a hand to find purchase and scoot farther away from him.

But he grabbed her hair, and that plan might as well have jumped out the open window across the room.

"Anngh! Not my...", she started to say, but he let her lavender locks go as soon as Esther had fallen back onto her butt. But she felt something equally distressing in the form of his arms shoving beneath hers, forcing hers up and away from her side, and when he clasped two strong hands behind her neck, she started wriggling and slinging and fighting through her shoulders to try and break free. His weight started to weigh on her back and neck too, though. "Uuugh...guh..." When that pain that seemed to state "give in, or something worse will happen" started stabbing her in the neck, she could not help but fall forward, the size of her breasts barely saving her from a nose-first landing. She sharply gasped at the landing.

Her situation only got worse, and she promptly acknowledged that he did know his submission game. With her neck already ailing and her now crushed between mat and masculine body, he again grapevined her shuffling legs. After a heartbeat of peace like the peak before a roller coaster's drop, Esther just felt trapped and uncomfortable. Then, he pressed down on her neck and spread her legs wide. "Aaaaaggghaaa!" she cried out under the pressure, and after the initial burst of pain that didn't subside, she quieted, just breathing in the artificial smell of the vinyl mats as her forehead was crushed into it.

Esther tried to hold on, but what was the point? He was craning her neck, her arms hung too far away to be of help, and he was again splitting her crotch and straining the muscles in her legs that he had already worked in the earlier grapevine. A few small sounds of pain escaped her throat. She didn't know which hurt more, and she hated to know how she looked with her hands stretching for some unattainable respite and her legs spread.

After her cry and almost before he asked his question, she was using what little movement she could manage in her arm to rapidly slap a hand against his forearm. Esther didn't want to give him the benefit of a verbal submission, but he had submitted her nonetheless.

[Teenwrestler]

Despite him having a little bit of respect for this new comer because of her seemingly impressive wrestling ability, strength and tenacity it was ultimately of no use because the Dragon had just had her trapped in one of his signature submission moves. The way he moved was impressive, turning a situation which looked dire for him into a favorable one in such a short period of time. In the end, he had her right where he wanted! With her down on the mats on her front with his body pressed down onto hers, forcing her face to be pressed against the wrestling mats. That was not the worst part though, his legs were once again spreading hers wide open while his hands pushed down on the back of her neck to put immense strain. She struggled for a while but the weight difference was too much and she was not going to shrug him off and soon her struggling would be less intense until they stopped.

Then came the rapid tapping on his forearm to signal her submission and the Dragon would finally relent. He would slither off her back and get up on his feet, taking a moment to adjust his briefs while he pressed his feet against her side to push her over onto her front. He would press his bare foot against her cheek to press the other cheek against the mat while he raised his arm up in the air. "1-0 to me. Towel up, we go again in a minute" he said before backing up off the mats to his gym bag. He would take out a fresh towel, wiping the sweat off his neck, chest and forearm before taking a moment to drink some water.

"I can tell you are strong and a decent wrestler...but you're too arrogant if you think you can out-wrestle me" he said capping the bottle back up as he approached her. "Now that I have humbled you a bit, do you have anything to say?"

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Esther's arms, legs, and neck seemed to all snap back into place when he let her go (thank God), with her arms reaching up to grab her neck and her legs squeezing back together to try and fight against the ripping pain in her crotch. A big sigh accompanied her relief, and she decided she would lay there a second and allow herself a few audible breaths. She didn't care if she looked pathetic for a second. If she wanted to win this match, Esther could not hold onto pride after already losing a point.

He, however, did not seem to see fit to let her aching parts relax. She scowled when he rolled her over, and she tried to roll back over and get her arms up to defend herself. He didn't seem the type to attack her between rounds, but she never knew. But the rolling he did not allow, and he genuinely shocked her when she felt his foot press against her cheek, squishing her face between foot and floor. Esther's eyes flew wide, and her scowl gained a pout while she seethed beneath him. He was up there posing, wasn't he? Much of her instinct told her to rip his foot off of her face and try to throw him down...but she let that irritation simmer as she tried to ignore the foot on her face. He had won the point, she was sore and tired, and she should save that anger for the next round.

As he stepped off of and away from her, Esther rubbed at the side of her face where his foot had perched and sat up, staring needles through him while he went about his business. Silently, she informed herself of all she would do to pay him back for that while she slowly stood, trying not to show that her slit and thighs hurt, and straightened. She stalked across the room, burying her own face in the towel across the kitchen and getting a drink from her fridge. Slowly, Esther's frustration turned into focus as she walked back to the mats.

Despite her sore body, she made it there before him, and Esther let him say what he wanted to say. But when he finished, she flung her towel at his head. "I say get on the mat so I can do that to you," she challenged, standing poised and refusing to show any pain.

[Teenwrestler]

After making her submit, he would let her know that he was victorious by literally rubbing the victory to her face before backing up off the mats. He would instruct her to get some rest, towel up, hydrate etc. and she would do so but no doubt not because HE told her to do so. It was clear by her body language that she was upset, her cheerful quips now gone and she was focused, she was in pain but she was good at hiding it. Instead, she stormed off the mat for just a moment to wipe the sweat off her body and get a drink before hurriedly getting back up on the mats even before Ryu. When she did get on, she would sarcastically respond to his question and threw the sweaty towel at his face.

When it landed, he grabbed it and threw it onto the floor in anger. "Ugh! Disgusting....such disrespect from such a child like woman. You clearly are not ready for the pro-wrestling world" he said before storming back on the mats. He would bump his chest into hers and butt heads, going nose to nose. "Well I'm here, what are you going to do huh?" he said in a challenging manner.