Never Surrender: Eve Summers & Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

As Eve essentially sank into the potential bodyscissors on her own given her momentum, Lise calmly peered up at her, with a touch of amusement on her features, as her legs straightened and ankles locked behind the lovely woman's back. Their action stilled for a moment, and Lise only tightened the hold enough to keep Eve trapped and aware that there was the potential for the redhead to do more damage from this position, whether she was on her back or not.

At Eve's question, her features blossomed into a smile. New to the ring, indeed.

Actually, Lise was quite flattered she asked...she had never exactly helped teach before, but she was fairly intrigued by the opportunity. Perhaps it was the setting, or Eve, or the fact that she felt more qualified given her rise from smaller promotions into one so prestigious, or some combination of them all, but Lise was more than willing to help.

She quirked an eyebrow teasingly but shook her head. "No need to be sorry. I think this is a good time, too." Casually resting her hands on her own stomach, Lise tilted her gaze towards Eve's hands. "Of course, in a real match, you might be able to give me a concussion if I stubbornly held to you in this position. You still hold the position of dominance, the same as in a bedroom."

Treating the comment as if it was commonplace for two attractive people tangled as they were (and it was, for Lise), she continued, with only another lift of her eyebrow. "You could also try to withstand it until I wore myself out from squeezing, but...there are clearly better alternatives." She lifted one arm up beside her head and stretched it. "You could lean down, and trap my arm beside my head like this to apply your own hold. And there are some various other options...claws and punches to the stomach, other arm locks, or perhaps even trying to grab my wrists to hold me down for an attempt at a pin."

Lise was unable to keep the knowing smirk from reaching her face, as her more...favored escape from a scissorhold...or bearhug...or various other close and intimate holds must be the subject of conversation. It was effective, after all, on all sorts of opponents. "But...for women built in the way we are...there may be nothing more effective than..." She trailed off, letting the slow descent of her eyes do the speaking for her, as they peered down at her own breasts, and then at Eve's looming before her.

[thesteedman]

Eve felt Arlise's bare legs almost delicately wrap around her waist, as her thighs tensed up to apply firm pressure on Eve's body, making her bare midriff tense a little to reveal Eve's well toned stomach. If the two did not already make for a scene, they certainly did now with Arlise wrapping herself around Eve. The DJ bit her lower lip, suddenly very aware that the red haired beauty could begin to squeeze her if she so chose, but fortunately after Eve's comment, Arlise was all too happy to explain what she should do in this situation.

It pleased Eve greatly that Arlise was so helpful, though she couldn't help but manage a shy smile over the reference of the bedroom. Even more, it almost felt like the red haired stunner had hand picked a thought she only just had from her brain when she looked down towards her own assets. Eve's sight naturally loomed to Arlise's perfectly formed breasts, coated in the near figure hugging outfit that covered her torso.
"You mean... kinda like this?" Eve mentioned, before leaning down against Arlise, pressing her upper body against her and pressing against her feet against the mat to gain a little better leverage. She wrapped her arms around Arlise's neck, bringing her head towards her own chest.

She hugged her head close against her cleavage, managing to press Arlise's face between her own well formed breasts, smothering her with her own chest. It was partly done in a playful manner as it was Arlise who suggested it, and as such Eve tried not to apply too much pressure, looking to more pin and keep Arlise in her control then actually smother her. Still, she imagined not quite as much air was reaching her lungs, and Eve was curious to know how one should actually escape a smother, wondering what Arlise would do next.

[Winter]

Though she would have understood if Eve took her advice for reference only in the future, given the circumstances, Lise could not resist the subtle tensing of her muscles and warmth that rose in her core at Eve's words and the downward shift of her frame. Glancing from between her guest's face and the breasts that were now threateningly close, Lise didn't do more to resist than mock the motions she might have taken in a match to defend herself against the smother, pressing her hands up near where Eve's arms latched around her neck. But with little effort given, all that Lise gained was getting her fingers momentarily stuck between her own neck and Eve's bicep before she pulled them free, and her face was pillowed in the warmth and softness of Eve's cleavage.

"Mmmmph," Lise quietly offered, as her lips were covered, though with Eve hardly giving her the intensity with the smother that one might in a match, she was hardly struggling. Still, Eve did not lack the chest to make even a playful smother rather difficult on Lise's breathing, with her nose pressed against one breast, and Lise wasn't exactly afforded the most luxurious time despite the circumstances. She puffed in what little air she could get, blowing rapid, warm breaths against her opponent's bare skin, as she peered up with her gray eyes from her predicament to the bottom of Eve's chin.

"Mmmphhmm!", she muffled in her throat, to answer Eve's question, before her fingers went back to softly prying at Eve's arms like an inexperienced opponent would. Her hands ended up trailing down to grasp at Eve's waist, instead, and without the same option to defend herself from this hold as was available with her most recent opponent, but the mats much more beneficial for leverage, Lise turned to her usual means to escape.

Uncrossing her ankles, she instead focused past the warm embrace of her head and cheeks and moved her legs around the back of Eve's, hooking them around the backs of the other woman's calves. Using leverage that Eve didn't have since she was keeping the smother in place, Lise thrust her body to the right and worked to carry Eve with her, to reverse their positions.

[thesteedman]

Eve yelped as Arlise's experience in such a position began to show. Her legs released her slender waist, shifting to entwine with her own legs in what felt like a grapevine position. The scene of two ladies grappling in such a way was already quite a steamy sight to behold, and it only seemed to get even more so as bodies entwined and pressed together. Before long Arlise managed to thrust her body upwards, all but diminishing what little leverage Eve had upon Arlise, as the two twisted to the side, before positions swapped and Arlise was now on top of Eve.

It was all well and good, but Eve still had her arms around Arlise's head, keeping her face pressed against her chest, and thus largely still keeping Arlise smothered. Eve felt her cheeks turn a little red however realising what she had done. After a little giggle from being so easily handled by Arlise, the British woman finally slackened her grip significantly, more to let her breathe more freely and partly because this was a spar... and partly because Eve was slightly embarrassed that she was using such a tactic against someone she just met. When Arlise regained her breathe she released her head entirely, leaning back against the mat.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. It just... well it just felt like the right move to do after you suggested it." Eve couldn't help but try to explain her actions, realising however that Arlise now had the advantage with her position having shifted so that she was no on top. Eve wondered if she could retake her previous position, recalling how Arlise had shifted her body and weight, as well as repositioning her legs.
"I must say though, it is good to know there is an escape from such a move. I'll have to remember it as I'm aware there are many wrestlers in the LAW who use such moves with their... " Eve clears her throat. "... assets."

Shifting her hips between Arlise's thighs, the DJ turned wrestler looked down at her position, before bringing her view upwards back to Arlise's face. Once more she found herself in a position of question, and though she knew Arlise escaped her mount position, Eve was curious to know if there were more ways out.
"I imagine its not always as easy to flip an opponent from this position, what would be a good means to escape if I can't flip you?" Eve questioned next, trying to fight the blush from being trapped under the red haired beauty.

[Winter]

With Eve's legs, and thus what was rooting her to the mats, hooked and entwined in a curvy vine with Lise's as the fabric of her shiny pants slipped against the redhead's bare skin, it was only a matter of Lise powering with her hips and using her hands to turn them both, and though she felt herself on top, her world remained entirely the feel, smell, and sight of Eve's cleavage as her red hair spilled over her sparring partner's chest. She propped on her hands and knees, giving herself a little leverage in case Eve decided to clasp down and truly cram Lise's nose and mouth between her breasts, but Eve instead loosened her grip. As Lise's lips were given some freedom from the flesh that had them covered, she pulled in a few easy breaths and blinked a few times, before Eve fully freed her.

She straightened and stayed on all fours, her own slightly pink cheeks hovering over Eve's reddened ones. At the sight (and with a strange touch of pride at having the woman take her advice), Lise offered a rare, toothy grin.

Oh, and she was apologizing again. Unable to keep from a soft snicker, Lise straightened further and sat up, lowering her rear gently onto Eve's stomach to keep from crushing her. "You wouldn't be sorry if you needed to use that to defeat me." Lise gave her a tilt of her head. "Besides, like you said, I was the one to suggest it, and I did that planning on having you give it a try. Believe me, it would take a lot for you to actually upset me, especially pulling a move like that in a friendly spar."

Hopefully, that would set her mind at ease. Brushing a few strands of hair from off of her forehead, Lise continued to listen to Eve's voiced thoughts, mounted atop her like there was nothing intimate about their position at all. "You learn very quickly to defend yourself against that and much more than you would see in any university or secondary school match." She tilted her head again. "And to use them for your own benefit..."

As if comprehending their positions anew as Eve asked her question, Lise glanced at her thighs around Eve's hips and Eve's generally flat position related to her. Once she had taken a spare second to appreciate having Eve beneath her in such a way, Lise flashed a smirk her way. "To be honest, I have you where I want you," she revealed, slyly. "You can't use your legs unless I make a mistake, and until I let myself I linger close to your arms or fists, you wouldn't be able to hit me or trap my head or arm."

Gently, she pushed a fist against Eve's stomach. "But, I wouldn't have many options for myself, either, unless I shifted out of the dominant position for a submission hold. I would have to punish you with punches to the belly, or...." In a sudden flurry of motion, nearly as fast as she would in the match, Lise popped up and fully turned herself so that she was facing Eve's legs, and eased back down onto Eve's midsection. She peered over her shoulder. "...this, which I would choose to do. This gives you fewer options unless I lower my head and offer it to your legs."

[thesteedman]

Eve let out a little 'oof' as Arlise placed her fist against her bare stomach and gently pressed, giving her an indication that she could start to beat her down if she so wish. From her back she would be hard pressed to defend herself, knowing only that she could strike back, but her options would be much more limited, perhaps only being able to strike at Arlise's body. It was not ideal, but then Arlise described that her own position was still not fantastic without putting herself into needless risk. Eve listened intently to all of Arlise's advice and instruction... for someone with very limited experience it was great for Eve to be getting talked through the ropes as it were.

A gasp of surprise escaped Eve when Arlise then moved quickly, shifting her body and tucking her bare legs in against her sides. She still had a mount position, but this time she had her back to Eve, facing her legs. Eve realised all at once that her body was between her thighs, but given her position, Arlise could lean forwards and potentially trap her neck, or attack her legs in some way. Arlise warned as much to confirm her fears, before mentioning that she could not scissor her from where she sat. A little sly smile managed to creep upon Eve's lips as it almost felt like a challenge. With her back to her, Eve rose her upper body, showing she was incredibly agile and flexible, before she gave Arlise a firm push from behind against her upper back.

It was done to tip Arlise forwards, before Eve flicked her legs up sharply, capturing Arlise's head between her thighs. A quick adjustment, and she managed to take her neck, pulling to try and bring Arlise off her hips. Failing that she knew she still had the scissor lock held in, as her bare ankles slapped together to put the lock on. She didn't squeeze too much, but kept a very firm grip upon her neck, enough to keep Arlise trapped in her scissor hold.
"So I guess my only real option is to try and scissor, unless there is a way to escape." Eve mentioned, though Arlise had certainly not mentioned any obvious ways out, so a scissor hold made sense. It was a good job Eve was so flexible as she knew she would have struggled otherwise.

Still, with Arlise's neck now between her thighs, Eve decided to test her a little, squeezing just enough to force a grunt and only slightly strangle Arlise, but she loosened up soon enough to once again hold her firmly and tight rather then choking.
"So what would be my move from here? Do I continue to squeeze you? Or shall I try and get a better position with this hold?" Eve asked next, also partly curious to see if Arlise attempted to escape or counter, she was curious to know what one should do to escape a headscissor. She was quietly mindful of Arlise's own stunning legs, grasping at them with her own hands to keep them in control. She was ready for a potential counter headscissor if Arlise attempted it...

Regardless of what happened next, Eve could not deny that she was already enjoying her session with her, though a slight blush was still present from all the body contact that had occurred so far, so early in the session.

[Winter]

Quite comfortable in her position of instruction, Lise considered the possibility of showing Eve precisely what she would do from this situation too, assuming the other woman would not mind her scooting her rear back and applying a headscissors...or taking a seat on her pretty face. She would have no inhibitions doing so were their spar more intense and less casual, and Lise was trying to offer Eve an example of every possibility since the newcomer was putting trust in her...and because she was enjoying the interaction.

Turning back to look at Eve's legs splayed before her, Lise smirked in a brief rush of anticipation of giving Eve a crash-course. She lowered her hands onto Eve's hips for balance, just started to shift her hips...

And she gasped as a hard shove tipped her forward at the right moment, and she watched herself descend into a pair of lifting, spreading legs.

Like the two of them had planned it, Lise sank cleanly into Eve's thighs just before they closed like two fleshy pincers around her cheeks. "Nh!", she softly exclaimed, startled, and at the same time her hands came out from under her to grip at the thighs, Eve wheeled her legs back down. Lise slipped forward off of Eve's stomach and remained unable to defend herself until she was left with her forehead against the vinyl of the mat, her bare leg draped over Eve's body, and her eyes taking in the sheen of the material covering Eve's rear.

She was...not only surprised but incredibly impressed at the suddenness and Eve's...gumption, as one who had seemed to uncertain before.

Lise hardly caught Eve's first comment on the matter, as she adjusted her body slightly to be more comfortable and ran her fingers, in appreciation, down Eve's strong thigh.

A first-hand experience followed. "Unnngh!", Lise whined out, from her throat, as they squeezed together, and her fingers dragged more desperately across the one she could most easily reach before the pressure slowly subsided.

They had the potential to be devastating, and the danger presented by the shapely woman now holding Lise dominantly between her thighs sent a heat trickling into Lise's core.

Eve seemed to have no more plans to punish her at the moment, though, and Lise, from her position, tried her best to listen and continue to help as she awaited the potential for more pain. "Ah...with these, I don't think you need to overcomplicate the matter," she offered, patting the leg over top of her. "But there are...better positions for a headscissor. From here, I can..."

Lise worked to get her knees beneath herself and planted her hands on the floor, turning her head nearly upside-down, with her first idea to show Eve how she might wedge herself free.

But she itched for the chance to capture Eve once more, especially after this...

Making the decision briskly, Lise attempted to surprise Eve by slamming her hips back down onto the beauty's chest, before she would extend her legs in an attempt to get her own thighs around Eve's head.

[thesteedman]

Eve grunted when Arlise managed to plant her rear against her chest, barely holding back as she put a lot of force and motion into parking herself there. It made some of the air rush from Eve's lungs and her grip near falter upon Arlise. Fortunately she managed to relock her ankles as to prevent Arlise from escaping her own headscissors, but not sooner than she had, did she feel Arlise's bare and shapely legs snake around her own head. Instinctively she grasped at her thighs as they seemed to tense and clench in around her neck, forcing a gasp and a low groan from Eve as the pressure was more than just firm.

"Heh... perhaps maybe I should have overcomplicated things?" Eve couldn't help but mention, realising that Arlise had her as good as she had her sparring partner. "I see you've managed to get me between your legs again too. Eve couldn't help but tease with a slight giggle. Though she made a playful joke, there was something about this sparring session and all this body contact that was making something stir within Eve a little, and she could not help but bite her lower lip a little, realising she was caught good between Arlise's thighs.
"I'm going to wager at this point, it would be a case to see who could out squeeze who?" Eve mentioned, as she adjusted her ankles a little, putting on a bit of pressure to match Arlise... She didn't squeeze hard, but she certainly applied enough pressure to let Arlise know she had strength within her own legs and that Arlise would not easily escape her scissors either.

Eve giggled, looking to Arlise realising the two had each other in a stalemate position.
"I think you have me at a bit of an advantage, I can't quite get the same solid grip as you with my trousers, perhaps there a bit too smooth for their own good." Eve mentioned with a giggle. Worst case, she was wearing thin sporty boyshorts below her pants, so she could always remove them. Something she may do after this little tussle. She knew she would be wearing very little however if she did so, and quietly wondered if Arlise was wearing anything below her already figure hugging outfit.
"I think I might know a way out of this actually... though it might not work in a match with adrenaline pumping through the body." Eve mentioned, feeling up Arlise's bare legs towards her shins.

With a cheeky smile she managed to find her feet, and began to tickle at her feet to try and find release from her head scissor hold. She was not certain if Arlise was ticklish or not, and she knew it was not a move that would work generally as most wrestlers were booted... however she was feeling fiendish right now and a little playful given how relaxed the enviroment and spar was, and hoped it would be enough to get Arlise to release her.
If successful, Eve intended to shift, looking to show off a little of her own speed and lock a figure four headscissors on Arlise's head, looking to posture up against her and mount her head to half face sit and half headscissor her.

[Winter]

Arlise had to search, but soon, she felt her calves and thighs brushing over soft skin and being tickled by Eve's hair and, from years of experience, she was able to angle them as she clambered on top of the girl to get them instinctively wrapped around the other woman's neck. Once there, one ankle clambered over the other and the legs straightened to capture the other woman between them in a hold that she nearly put the pressure into as an instinctive measure before she merely tightened to hold Eve's head in place and smirked to herself as she felt the woman's hands on her thighs...which radiated with sensitivity as they held the other beauty close to her rear.

Of course, she was still in no great position herself, but as she stared at the floor from between Eve's thighs, she was quite proud of herself...and resisted a snicker at Eve's teasing words, though they struck another chord entirely, as well, as Lise again noted the warmth in her core. "I admit, I didn't want to surrender all of my tricks. Having you between my legs is one of them....and my preferred place to keep you." Lightly, she twisted her thighs so they brushed against the brunette's cheek, herself enjoying the sensation.

She tried to stay on subject, however...and started to answer right before Eve coiled her thighs again and made Lise pause to grip at them before she adjusted to the new pressure. "Right. I have seen very few double scissors end without one woman tapping..." Which, neither of them was close to doing. It actually made it quite a pleasant experience compared to the usual...and Lise found her hands again freely sliding down the back of Eve's thigh when the woman mentioned her more slick choice of clothing. "Hmmm...not quite as slick as oil, which I've used to escape before, but I would have a better chance of prying myself out of these..."

And she was just going to try when Eve's hands sliding down her bare legs made her pause at the shiver that tickled her spine.

And the shiver over her whole body as fingernails brushed lightly over her crossed feet. "You!" Almost convulsing, Lise, not usually a ticklish one when it came to her feet, at least, was taken so off of her guard that her legs recoiled back towards her in a defensive measure.

It took Eve no effort to turn her, since Lise was on her own way to turning to grab at her feet, and the redhead didn't realize how grave of a mistake she was making until she felt herself rolled onto her back, head cradled by one of Eve's calves, and caught one glimpse of the contours of Eve's ass descending towards her...

...before her face disappeared into those contours, bearing the woman's weight and wedged by the constriction of her legs.

A shocked moan came from her throat, as her hands came up to start pushing worthlessly at the firm rear that had her so trapped.

[thesteedman]

Eve enclosed the trap around Arlise, her legs wrapping tight as her rear parked itself upon Arlise's face. In all honestly she had not been expecting her playful escape attempt to turn out this way. At best she thought she might get release from Arlise's scissors and be holding her. Everything just seemed to work the right way however, as Arlise shifted her body just as Eve had, going into her momentum, finding her head locked further between the powerful thighs of Eve, before Eve found herself sitting virtually on her face. Eve's true intent had been to try and sit upon her chest, to focus on the scissors, and still was to an extent.

She blushed a little realising the position she was in, more so with the position Arlise was in. Smothering her with a facesit and headscissor combination. Arlise's hands moved to pry at her legs, but given she had lost all of her leverage, she could do little against her. Eve sat too high for her shapely legs to counter her this time. Eventually and instinctively, it wasn't long before Arlise's hands grasped at her firm rear, making Eve gasp out. She managed a quiet giggle, seeing that she accidently had Arlise good within her hold. She certainly did not intend to suffocate the woman, and so managed to loosen her legs a little, though given her position it wasn't so easy to do, trapped against Arlise with a constant squeeze. She postured up a little however, giving her precious space and air to breathe... but she was yet to release her.

"I.... didn't expect that to work so well. Sorry about that." Eve whispered with a blush. She was half in a mind to slide off of Arlise and start over... but she was hesitant, and managed a sly smile, slowly closing her legs again firmly around Arlise's neck, adding significant pressure.
"That said... Is there a way to escape this one? I'm curious to know what you can do..." Eve whispered with a slight teasing edge in her tone, she slowly lowered herself back down against Arlise, moving slow so she had a chance to take in some air for the hold, but soon enough Eve had the red haired beauty in a headscissors and facesit combination hold again. She grasped at her ankles, pulling a little to bring her head deeper into the scissor lock, showing off how flexible her legs were. Luckily her pants were ideal for wrestling and allowed her to be flexible.

Either way, she kept Arlise within the hold, glancing over her shoulder to look as her stunning figure strained and struggled to find release. She wondered if Arlise could actually escape this hold... looking to keep her locked in it for some time. If it looked like she was about to pass out, naturally Eve would grant her some precious air.. but had full intent to lock the unique submission hold in again.