One Way Out — Ivan Ramirez versus Kasumi Nishimiya

[Ichi]

     The inefficacy of Kasumi's leaden muscles kept her lying on her back, her ample chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Her mind screamed at her limbs to move but received only feeble trembling in response. Suddenly, the muffled pattering of feet against padded matting captured the bespectacled beauty's attention, causing her head to instinctively crane towards the source. But all she could manage was to flop her head onto its side, leaving her cheek flush against the mat.
     Although stars still danced across her vision, Kasumi could see the ring ropes. At first, the sight was a curiosity—ring ropes had not been a mainstay in her life until recently, and their gravity had not yet been fully impressed into her subconscious. But it only took a moment for Kasumi to start comprehending her situation. A wave of cold propagated over her skin, starting at the scalp and percolating down the rest of her body. Her heartbeat momentarily came to an abrupt staccato stop, before resuming a fraction of a beat later.
     "SHI—" gasped Kasumi, before her utterance was terminated by an abrupt hiss as her hair was yanked upwards. It seemed like Kasumi was about to get her wish: she had wanted to sit up, and now she was forcibly aided in that endeavor. However, the burning in her scalp made it patently obvious to Kasumi that this was not an act of assistance.
     An abrupt strike to the crown of affirmed this already incontrovertible reality. Ivan's fist collided with Kasumi's head, the impulsive

The word "impulsive" is used in the physics sense here. It is being used to denote a force that is briefly applied, transferring a finite amount of momentum.

force sending a shock reverberating through her skull. It was enough to send a jolt through the bespectacled beauty's head, once again disconnecting her mind from reality for the briefest of moments.
     But Kasumi's mind would not lose its train of thought so easily. An amalgam of fear and adrenaline, modulated by the most primal parts of her brain, spurred her still-reeling body into motion. Arms, legs, and torso worked in tandem to propel the bespectacled beauty forward, like a drunken sprinter rocketing off the starting blocks. And her silky hair trailed behind her, still intertwined with Ivan's fingers.
     It only took a moment for her raven-black tresses to turn into cruel tethers, jerking her head backward and sending fire down her scalp. Her head halted and turned upwards, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, with her womanly chest seeming to jut out as the rest of her body continued its momentum. For a moment, it almost appeared as if Kasumi was in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm, complete with a sharp, cliche vocalization whose sound alone was orthogonal to neither pain nor pleasure. But the sight had the permanence of a quickly forgotten freeze frame, and Kasumi's body quickly morphed from rigid tension to a slack slump.
     Kasumi remained in a relaxed, almost resigned posture for a split second. Her flight, knowing she was ensnared by the hair, screamed at her to curl up into a defensive fetal position. However, Kasumi's fight said otherwise—if she could not escape the strikes, she should get in close to mitigate their power. For a moment, the two primal facets of survival clinched up, stalemating in a transient deadlock. But fight soon overpowered flight, punctuating its victory with a sharp hiss of air from Kasumi's lips.
     In a burst of motion, the bespectacled would whip around, facing her captor at groin level. Her shapely legs would push off the ground, and Kasumi would attempt to launch herself at Ivan. Residual stars still danced across her still-blurry vision, and her eyes still had trouble fully focusing. Yet, Kasumi knew her objective: Ivan's legs. She would attempt to grab onto the back of Ivan's thighs to execute in a double leg takedown-esque move, intending to drag Ivan to the ground. However, given her desperation and lingering daze, if Ivan did not counter Kasumi's actions, Kasumi's head would bury itself in Ivan's groin, almost as if she was trying to suck Ivan off. If Kasumi got to that point, however, the lascivious undertones of the position would be lost on her. She would instead continue with her takedown attempt, using her head and legs to drive into Ivan and hopefully finish the takedown.

[MR. Q]

Slamming his fist on the girl's head, Ivan planned on stunning and even possibly disorienting her further from the repeated strikes. Head trauma is rather an effective tool in fights and a good clean hit will always damage someone's senses.

Repeated strikes moreso.

Well it worked, kinda...

By either luck or misfortune, Kasumi decided to go for a takedown. The thing is that she's on floor level while his standing up. First thing that happened?

Her face hits his crotch. He didn't have anytime to prepare before a sharp pain went through his body. Second, the force was enough to push him down to the mat, his back hitting the canvas. Third, his legs instinctively closed to soothe the pain.

The bad news?

His legs inadvertently trapped her face into his crotch as he crossed his legs, pulling her into in an accidental Headscissors.

Oh how lady luck play with us.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit..." Ivan groaned ignoring the girl between his legs. His junior takes priority.

Bro's before hoes.

[Ichi]

     Upon feeling Ivan's legs lock around the sides of her head, Kasumi immediately tried to stack Ivan. She hopped onto the balls of her feet and attempted to straighten her posture. However, with her legs still wobbly, all Kasumi managed to do was stick her ass up into the air, visible for all to see but still clothed.
     Frustration began to build within Kasumi as her efforts to escape fell short, with said frustration only intensifying as she realized that her face was buried in Ivan's groin. Kasumi would continue to struggle if Ivan maintained the hold, inadvertently rubbing her face into Ivan's covered manhood, much to Kasumi's chagrin. After a while, the bespectacled beauty would let out a growl before attempting to throw punches into Ivan's side.

[MR. Q]

Ivan smirked down at Kasumi, clearly amused by her flailing attempts to break free. Her predicament seemed to be causing her more embarrassment than harm, judging by the futile punches aimed at his ribs.

It's more an annoyance for a bit.

Maintaining his grip, Ivan decided to take things further. His hands would attempt to catch her flying fists out of the air to restrain them. This will allow him to grind his hardened length against Kasumi's cheek, the pressure and friction making his thick bulge more noticeable through the fabric.

[Ichi]

     Kasumi's punches felt weak—all arms, no substantive power. The sort of force that can be, and was, restrained by well-timed grasping hands. Feeling the squeeze of fingers against her wrists, Kasumi grit her teeth, her strikes summarily stymied. She attempted to land a few more blows in spite of this, only for each strike to fail to manifest, stifled by her opponent's wrist control.
     The unwelcome grinding of her opponent's manhood against her face served as an addendum to the ignominy and the impelling force behind the bespectacled beauty's newly boiling blood. Tooth gnashed against tooth, locked in an impasse as her clenched jaw tried to force both halves of her mouth through each other. Kasumi would attempt to retract her trapped arms and wrap them firmly around her opponent's thighs, a sharp hiss of air weaving though her teeth as she did so.
     If that worked, Kasumi would attempt once again to posture up, aiming to plant the balls of her feet on the mat and take her spine from horizontal to upright. Simultaneously, she aimed to lift her opponent's hips off the mat before using her own body weight to smash his knees into his shoulders, akin to a stack pass.

[MR. Q]

Kasumi's determination, despite being overpowered, was endearing in a pathetic sort of way to Ivan. He enjoyed the show of her futile efforts - each punch landing ineffectually, her teeth gnashing in frustration.

This girl really wants to prove herself.

However, as Kasumi wrapped her arms tightly around Ivan's thighs, he sensed an opportunity. As she tried to posture up, Ivan would rapidly shift his weight, using Kasumi's leverage against her. By pivoting swiftly on his side in an impromptu Hurricanrana, Ivan aimed to rotate their bodies while keeping Kasumi pinned under him. This sudden twist would force Kasumi onto her back, flipping their positions as Ivan took control atop her.

A reversal for a reversal.

[Ichi]

     The sudden shift in weight came unexpectedly, right as Kasumi's posture was about to reach its apex. She felt her balance falter, sending her upper body toppling to the side. By the time her predicament registered in her mind, she was in no position to try to post out a leg to keep her balance—but her arm, which was not meaningfully entangled, was able to extend out at the last moment to dampen her fall. Simultaneously, grappling action induced grappling reaction, and Kasumi pulled her head up and away in an instinctual attempt to oppose Ivan's force.
     For a brief moment, the skin of Ivan's inner thigh rubbed against that of Kasumi's cheeks. Her jaw started to clench in response to the friction, but the sensation was short-lived: within a split second, Kasumi's head slipped out from between Ivan's thighs, providing Kasumi with a taste of transient freedom.
     Not wanting to get ensnared again, the bespectacled beauty would attempt to disengage from the grappling exchange. With Ivan on his side, Kasumi would attempt to post her hands on his thigh to prevent Ivan from turning onto his back and to stymie potential attempts at establishing a guard. As she did that, Kasumi would attempt to swiftly get back to her feet and create some distance.

[MR. Q]

Seeing Kasumi momentarily break free gave Ivan a fleeting opportunity to adapt his strategy. As Kasumi frantically posted her hands against his thigh to regain stability, Ivan seized the moment to push off and break off their entanglement.

He aims to catch Kasumi in an unfavourable position - going for the initiative first.

On his feet, Ivan saw an opening he couldn't resist. With lightning speed, he sprinted to the ropes and launched himself back towards Kasumi with a fierce running lariat tackle, aiming to slam his arm directly against her throat.

[Ichi]

     Kasumi's retreat was hasty and not completely graceful, but it did the job. Her opponent seemed to have a similar idea, as he also created some distance. The main difference was, however, that Ivan had chosen to immediately go on the offensive.
     A brief wave of confusion washed over Kasumi as she saw Ivan rush towards the ropes, momentarily turning his back. But, despite the uncertainty, Kasumi was able to capitalize on the brief moment afforded to her by Ivan's setup and settle into a solid southpaw stance. It was not until the bespectacled beauty saw the ropes flex under her opponent's momentum that she realized what Ivan was going for—he intended to rush right at her.
     Knowing of the impending rush, Kasumi hesitated for a split second. Yet, the instinct to run was overridden by her own desire to counterattack. Slightly lowering her stance, Kasumi subtly prepared for an explosive action. Right as her opponent was within range, she would attempt to leap up with a flying knee to intercept him, aiming to slam her knee into his face—the goal was for momentums to clash, exacerbating the impact of the blow.

[MR. Q]

Ivan was caught off-guard by Kasumi's aggressive maneuver. The crackling impact of Kasumi's knee connecting with his jaw was both surprising and painful. He felt himself fly back with his entire momentum halted as he fell on the mat with a thud.

Ivan lay on the mat, temporarily stunned by the impact of Kasumi's knee to his jaw. He shook his head, trying to clear the stars swirling in his vision. His head rang with the force of the blow, but even dazed, his instincts were kicking in, telling him to move before his opponent capitalized on his moment of weakness.

With groggy movements, Ivan pushed himself up to a sitting position. He spat a globule of saliva tinged with pink, evidence of the damage Kasumi had inflicted. He wobbled unsteadily as he tried to regain his footing, still reeling from the impact.