Apex vs. Sirya - Can I Get a Volunteer?

[CyanDimitrik]

Her screams and outrage get a slow, deliberate turn from the skunk. He meets her anger with a derisive, dismissive snort, playing up the idea that he's not taking her seriously at all. But charge in, he does. Leap, he does. Dive with an elbow, he certainly does.

Sirya isn't there to receive the elbow, however.

Apex nails the mat and recoils immediately with a wince, rolling over onto his back to cradle his elbow!

[CaptainL]

Sirya got out of the way at the last minute, rolling up to her knees as she looked over at Apex where he had landed on the mat. Despite the pain she was just in, Sirya seemed happy now, as though that meant nothing now that she had managed to show up her furred adversary. She grinned, pleased to know that she was in control...and that she had other things planned.

"You gonna be sorry for runnin' yer mouth?" she snapped to Apex. Even though he tried to shield his elbow from further damage, trying to nurse the pain, Sirya was ruthless. The smaller girl dropped to her side and moved to grab the wounded arm right away from Apex's grasp, taking it by the wrist and pulling it between her legs to go for an armbar, at least to use the term that would be used for said position in a different world. All the while she grinned a toothy grin, as though she was pleased with herself. She had Apex exactly where she wanted, and she wasn't going to let go any time soon.

[CyanDimitrik]

Is he? Is he going to be sorry? Probably not. If one could judge by the defiant snarl on his face, that would be a clear conclusion. But even were the charade to be suspended, he wouldn't be sorry. It's spurred her on to act, and that makes for a good show! Granted, he has no idea why that, of all things, seems to be what set her off, but he'll roll with it!

His arm is taken and drawn between her legs, with said legs setting across his firm chest. As pressure is plied, the skunk lets out a pained cry. His legs thrash against the mat, free hand pounding a fist next to him. The referee drops beside him to ask if he gives up, and that pounding fist raises to forcefully shove him away!

"No! Agh..!"

[CaptainL]

Sirya had turned the tide. Once again, she was in control of this match, and Apex was at her mercy. Despite the difference in size between the two, Apex's superior physical strength wouldn't be of any use to him when he couldn't move his arm. Sirya, on the other hand, knew all the right points to hit to soften up a foe. Just one little twist in the wrong direction could make a difference, and the girl was intent on proving that.

As she pulled back on Apex's wrist, Sirya grinner wider, clamping down as hard as she could. The reversal had been so perfect, so humbling to the skunk, that she couldn't resist a giggle. It was even better when he had to shout at the officiator that he wasn't getting up - just as Sirya herself had done earlier. But now that the smaller girl was in control despite all odds, it was that much sweeter.

"What's the matter?" Sirya said, deciding to taunt her opponent for good measure. "Not so fun, huh?"

[CyanDimitrik]

"Aagh!," replies Apex. It's about as eloquent as he can manage for now. But the more he kicks and struggles to pull away from her, the more obvious it is that that isn't going to work. With ragged, huffing breaths, he seethes, "I'm.. going.. to tear you.. apart..!" The pain in his arm is real, but the threat isn't. While one couldn't quite say she's safe with him, she's certainly not going to leave the ring in pieces.

With a roar, Apex attempts to change things up! Rather than twist away from her, the skunk twists towards her, attempting to fold her legs in close to her chest. If he can manage that, that will take away the hyper-extension in his arm and put her in a rather bad predicament beneath him; a predicament he means to capitalize on.

Should all go according to plan, his free arm will try to coil behind her neck to help draw her body into the air, mounted on his shoulders with her hips at his face. And ultimately, if she doesn't act fast enough, result in her back blasting against the mat in a powerbomb reversal!

[CaptainL]

Whether the threat was real or not, it didn't seem to reach Sirya, who kept on the offense, her thighs gripping down harder around Apex's arm for good measure. She smirked a toothy grin at him, unperturbed. "No you won't, you big loser! I've got you right here!" she snapped back. She wasn't exactly in the best command of rhetoric, but it was good enough to sell her intent.

But Apex's next move would surprise her. She had never seen an opponent do this before, but it certainly seemed like it would work - he rolled in towards her, and her legs bent, pulling her in closer to the skunk as she let out a yelp in surprise. In the process, Sirya was so taken aback that her grasp started to slip, just enough so that she could be forced free, particularly when combined with how their shift in positions had made it harder for the girl's hold on him to have much of an effect. Her eyes went wide, and in that moment, Sirya was open, left while she was pondering her next course of action.

And in that time, Apex would hoist her up, placing her onto his shoulders. Being at such a height came as a surprise to Sirya, who gulped at the sudden change in altitude. Sure, she was adept at climbing trees and scaling cliffs, but she could at least be confident that the trees wouldn't try to throw her off. With Apex? Not so much. Her adrenaline pumping, Sirya knew she had to do something, to both anchor herself and to inflict some damage back on Apex. And she knew just what to do to that effect! Sirya's thighs clamped shut again, this time around Apex's head and squeezed with all the might she could muster, as though her life depended on it!

[CyanDimitrik]

It doesn't require much force to heft the lightweight girl into the air and onto his shoulders, but the strain in his arm is noticeable, thanks to her yanking on the joints. And once she's in place, he's confident she's right where he wants her to be. But she seems to have different plans! Her legs clamp on his head, and with his arm still stuck between her legs! It's a bizarre little tangle they've wound up in, and he tries to squirm his arm free. All he manages to accomplish, however, is lightly batting his hand against her chest. He didn't intend to! But when grapples, limbs go places. Speaking of, his button nosepad is now pressed against her hips in a rather compromising way, moreso with the squeeze of her legs. His free hand has moved to her bare waist to keep her in place, trying not to think about it. Though in his efforts to keep her propped in position, he's firmly nuzzling between her legs with his hand pressing tighter to her breast.

"Ghn..!"

Teeth grit as the pressure ramps up, and he peers up at her from that position - if he can see past the curvature of her chest. "You're still.. going down..!" Turning to the more open area of the ring, the skunk takes a few running steps. The hand slips from her waist to her stomach, ready to push her down. Springing into the air with her, he tilts over to drop himself to the mat, leading with her back in a diving powerbomb!

[CaptainL]

"E-Ehh..?" Sirya felt Apex's paw groping around her chest, and it made her face flush hot for a second. Once again the girl didn't really understand the implications of this, but as if by instinct, she felt something was up - or at least, it certainly felt funny as his hand cupped her small but firm breast. She let out a yelp at the inadvertent grope, glaring back at him. "H-Hey..! What're you doing? Cut that out-!" the girl barked, and in the process, she struggled in place, twisting her hips back and forth to grind them ever so slightly against Apex's face, which probably wouldn't help the skunk's case either. Sirya didn't mean anything by it, and even if she did she probably wouldn't exactly understand. But she was still doing what she could with the position she was in.

Apex, however, was still in this to win it, even despite the compromising position the two had ended up in. Suddenly he took off running, taking Sirya along for the ride! The girl tried to hold on tighter to his head to stabilize herself, his motion jerking her up and down and side to side. Then, all of a sudden, he gripped her around the waist and leaped forward, and the next thing Sirya knew, her back was driven hard into the mat, the impact strong enough to knock the breath out of her lungs. "GUHHHH-!" she screamed, before her voice gave over to coughing and wheezing as she tried to recover from the harsh landing.

[CyanDimitrik]

The audience cringes as the girl takes the impact. No matter how big someone is, a hit like that is going to hurt. None of them really expect her to bounce back after that, and certainly not Apex. The skunk in question has landed with her precisely how they were standing, nuzzled tight between her legs. After a moment, he raises to hands and knees to look down at his prey. She's already splayed out before him, open and inviting.

With a smirk, Apex crawls forward the rest of the way. Take her by the wrists, he pins her hands down at either side of her head. His body lowers overtop hers, his firm, toned chest pressing into her breasts first. His chiseled abs settle against her stomach next. Last, his hips push tight to hers, unabashedly locking against her in a teasing way. His head lifts to look out at the audience at first, poised dominantly over the girl to create that perfect visual. He's ready for the referee.

[CaptainL]

Landing on the mat with as much speed and force as she did, Sirya was floored, the air driven straight out of her. She wasn't about to get back up any time soon, and even if she could, there was still the matter of her being in a daze; hardly the best state of mind for being up and fighting.

She shivered as Apex got down on top of her, and she could feel every shaft of fur on his body brushing against her bare skin. It was...kind of nice, in all honesty. He was soft, and his musculature, quite easily felt beneath the fur, was certainly impressive. She'd had to deal with the occasional humanoid even in her loner days through picking off stragglers in the woods for their supplies, but never as fine a specimen as this one. The thought of it brought a faint blush to her cheeks. Of course, maybe it would be better if he wasn't trying to hold her down. Again. Why did he keep doing that?

"One! Two!"

And there was the counting again. It seemed like whenever Apex would get on top of her, the official would start counting. And he did seem to do it a lot. Slowly, the gears began to turn in Sirya's head as she figured out the meaning behind this. And when he was trying to make so much of a show for people watching...this was some sort of sport? Where the object was to keep someone under you? For a given amount of time, at least. That would explain why he seemed hell-bent on pinning her.

Well, if that was the case, Sirya didn't want to let that count go for too long, that was for sure! She could only wonder what it meant if she lost. Would she be killed? Eaten? Sacrificed to some strange and unknowable god? Either way, she was going to put all her force into stopping the count. Just as the count of three was about to sound, Sirya jerked her body up from the mat with a swift push, her shoulders leaving the canvas.