John Carnaby vs Eske Mal. Artist vs Writer

IndigoDragon wrote:This move, it had been used many times in various *ahem* grahic novels she read in her teenage years. Eske knew the way to escape, but it would require a lot of skill and a bit of strength. Though, it could end the fight right here if it was done wrong. Not only was her arm free, her legs were somewhat viable, as well. Eske plants her feet flat on the ground and popped up her hips. This releases just a bit of pressure from her neck.
Eske would then attempt to flip over herself. Her knees would land on the other side of John's arm, and her now face-down body would be behing John. Eske would not be garunteed to do this, as John's legs were also coming up fast besides her.

Deus001 wrote:John was confident that his dragon sleeper could hold, and with his bodyscissors soon coming up that would only improve his odds. But again Eske was proving herself to be all too versatile, her hips and legs kicking into action.
When she backflipped over him, his eyes bulged out of their sockets. The artist wasn't expecting such an odd escape move, again Eske just seemed to be....different in her entire playing style. John wouldn't lie, it was getting a tad annoying. In the past Mr Carnaby would be frustrated, however he'd been in the ring more than once. And had improved his training, and with that came more focus.
"Hah...feel free to quit anytime madam." John stated, in a polite tone of voice as he could. While at the same time quickly scrambling back to his feet as quick as he could.

IndigoDragon wrote:She was let go, her way of escape seemed to have taken the breath of John away. Getting back onto her feet after a slight stumble, Eske gives him a great big smirk. This would normally be where the character of the story would reply to the adversary with a snotty and adamant remark. But, not Eske. She stood there, just with that grin on her face. Just that smirk alone would show that she was not going to quit anytime soon. And in fact, she would advance this time.
Eske moves towards John with her arms put up. She would attempt to block or even grab John's closest arm, and deliver a palm strike using her second hand. The strike was aimed at his midsection. She was in close proximity, and this was noted by her to be dangerous. Eske was willing to risk the safety.

Deus001 wrote:John figured he was getting this woman to warm up, considering that big grin she had was the most emotion she had shown thus far in the match. Although she didn't seem like she'd be talking anytime soon, but it was a start. John just hoped that at the end of the day there'd be no hard feelings, but if there was he reckoned that Eske would let him know.
And it also seemed like the quiet girl was eager to go on the offensive, John moved close to try and go for another grab attempt. Only to be cut off by Eske grabbing his closest arm, his eyes bulged out his sockets and he let out a loud grunt of effort. Almost like a painful burp, if it wasn't jabs in between his ribs then it was palms to the gut.
"Dammit!" John seethed out from between his teeth, the attack making him move back a few steps. But the master of creation was going to use this chance to try and grab Eske to go for an Irish whip attempt, to try and fling the quiet girl towards the ropes and wing it from there.

IndigoDragon wrote:Effectiveness. That was always her key goal. Take out everything that the books said would fully 'disarm' someone.
Before he could move back, Eske then directed that palm upwards to strike his chin. It missed, sadly. John's stumbling back was a lucky thing. Eske moved back a bit too, or at least tried. John grabbed her and whipped her into the adjacent ropes. She knew this would happen. Being so close was a safety concern... Eske hit the ropes with her back and flew forward from the simple physics...

Deus001 wrote:John flung Eske to the ropes, using his upper body strength. The artist was actually rather ripped, granted he always kept himself in good shape before he took up wrestling. But since then he had trained hard, and it showed here. John put his back into the swing, tossing the quiet girl towards the ropes.
The master of creation would get himself ready, bracing for when Eske came close. Arms down and close like a werewolf with it's claws ready, and John would try to grab Eske with her motion. Hoping to slam her down to the mat with a spinebuster slam. "Hiyyaaaaa!!!" John would shout out if he was able to grab hold of his opponent.

IndigoDragon wrote:Eske was about to stumble and fall after bouncing off of those ropes. When john caught her, the man could see the faintest bit of a thankfulness in the writer's eyes. This was then taken away when John picked her up off of the floor and into the air. She knew that there was no getting out of this. And Eske realizes that while she could take the blow, it would be a mighty one.
To shock and chagrin, Eske made very little noise when slammed. Though she made sound, it was just a small moan. The writer bounces off of the mat and lands again. She breathed heavily for a few moments

Deus001 wrote:To be honest John didn't really care right now if Eske made any noise or not, all he cared about was slamming her down with that spinebuster. Which the artist had managed to do so, he hadn't really practised that move before. But he'd seen it in action and figured it out, and the rest was history.
"Huff....wooo..." John breathed out, taking the chance to lie on his backside and catch his breath. Eske was certainly a strange one, John would be lying if he said he'd met someone more odd in the ring. Although he thought her fighting style was somewhat unique, strikes in odd places. It certainly had made the artist be more cautious in his attacks, and John thought it to be rather interesting.
Feeling like taking a risk John would attempt to move his body over Eske's, attempting to go for a pin. He didn't know if Eske still had more fight in her, if she did then she didn't show it.

IndigoDragon wrote:That move was in the books, also. But, as with many descriptions, not one told her how much it would hurt to get slammed in that move. Eske groans a bit and lifts her head up to see...John. He was just like her and was flat on his back. He seemed to be resting while Eske was in ain.
When he got up, or at least started to, the quiet writer would turn herself over on her stomach and try to get towards the ropes. Whether on her hands and knees, crawling, whatever. She didn't care about seeming weak to John. Eske just needed to get up and reach the roes. The girl would also feel her glasses sliing again, but there was no time to dare try and fix them.

Deus001 wrote:John saw Eske trying to scramble for a retreat, it was quite clear to the young man that he'd worked her over. And she was now trying to get some distance from the artist, John understood that.Truth be told he was feeling a tad out of it himself, although if it was a case of endurance then John figured he'd outlast her if it came down to that.
"Woo boy, just biding time now." John muttered out, pounding the mat lightly after saying that. The young man would then attempt to get back to a vertical base, although he wasn't attempting to manuver towards the ropes. John just hoped he could get up before Eske did, it sure wouldn't be good for the young man if he didn't.

IndigoDragon wrote:It happened. As Eske grabbed the ropes and used them to help her shoot up, she could feel her glasses slip off of her face and hit on the floor. She flinches, hearing the impact. She gripped tighter to the ropes and quickly tries to recover her glasses. Eske feared that John would take advantage of this, and turn the tide of the whole match if she couldn't find them before he got to her.

Deus001 wrote:John had managed to get back up on his feet in time, this woman's offense was strange. So John had decided to keep himself on his toes.
And then Eske's glasses fell off her face, John saw that and shook his head. Bound to occur sooner or later, but what to do now. It kinda reminded him of that woman from the scooby doo cartoon, but he forgot the name of the person. John hadn't watched cartoons in ages.
So what to do? Desperate people would attack while her method of seeing was removed, but John wasn't feeling desperate. No he'd allow Eske time to pick up her glasses, if only to say he won or lost fairly.
"You should use contacts, or tape those things to the side of your head. Just saying." John said aloud, taking the time to relax and prepare himself.

IndigoDragon wrote:What a gentleman. Not only did he not take advantage, but he also stood there. He didn't even more. While the second part could have been bettered by him changing that standing to helping, it was whatever. Eske found the glasses, standing up. She heard the advice and undertood it. She didn't like the idea of utting something IN her eyes. But, taping her lasses to her head.....Goofy-sounding, but good idea.
She put them back on and looked at John. Through one perfect lens...And one cracked lens. She showed no sadness for it. Eske ccouldnt, as she had to continue. With a heavy sigh, she put her hands up and was ready again to fight. She motions for John to come at her, this time.

Deus001 wrote:John wasn't going to just make sure Eske was alright when she went to pick up her glasses, they were still in a match after all. If they weren't in one then he'd have done so by all means, but no although maybe after....
"Could have brought a spare maybe, I always have two pencils on me when I go out." John muttered, but now was the time to get back to it. The artist was certain he was getting close to the end, it was now just a matter of keep on keeping on. And Mr Carnaby was up for it, more than up for it.
"Right then." he stated simply, as Eske motioned for him to get close to her. After taking a deep breath John would attempt to rush forward, and attempt to embrace her. Not for a bearhug, but rather to go for a belly to belly suplex.

IndigoDragon wrote:Eske didn't need hus comments. He could keep them to himself. Eske growls lowly and motions for him to come closer to her. She had a lan in store for sure. Even at the credible seed that John ran at, she could execute her plan. She was going to be very blunt with this attack.
Eske makes her right hand into a knifehand. Her left hand would attemt to grab his right. As she held it, her right elbow would strike his chest, and her arm would straighten to unleash the knifehand on his neck.

Deus001 wrote:John had charged forth, intent on trying to grab Eske and work her over with a slam. If he just played to his strenghts and didn't let the writer dictate the pace of the "Story"
"Soon." he thought to himself, however he was countered quite expertly. Sure enough he felt the elbow strike hit his chest, earning a grunt of pain as his toned chest and abs took the blow. The knifehand chop struck the master of creation on target, earning a loud wince from John's lips.
"Guh, dammit!" John yelled out, but as much as his neck hurt. The artist of the United Kingdom Elite knew he needed to try and keep up the pressure, otherwise Eske would just keep getting attacks like this off. So with that in mind John would use his free arm and grab Eske's other arm over their held limbs, and he'd attempt to toss her with a shoulder throw.

IndigoDragon wrote:She was beggining to lose patience, strength, and the ability to judge the situation. Eske went blindly into this one, jokes aside. She hadn't planned ahead far enough to know what to do after she hit his neck. This causes Eske to get grabbed by her arm. She makes an attempt to break away from John....But it was too late by the time her booted feet got off of the ground. She makes a whimper before a groan from the crash.
Eske ended up on her back, holding her head and keeping it from reeling as best she could. Eske looked up to John with that same glare as before. She hated him....

Deus001 wrote:John wasn't really caring what Eske was thinking if he was a gentleman or not, the artist was smelling victory at this point. If John could just land a decisive move then he'd be golden. And he had an idea on what to do.
Using his height advantage John would attempt to jump over Eske's prone body, so that he was by her legs. Grabbing hold of the quiet girl's right leg, the artist would attempt to keep the rest of his body out of range of her other leg. To show that he was crafty too, John had a knowledge of the wrestling game to be sure. And submissions were his forte, so to prep Eske's leg he'd deliver a couple of kicks to the back of her kneecap.
After that John would ground himself and grab both of Eske's legs, he knew he didn't have much room for error. So the artst knew he had to make this quick, gathering up his upper body strength. John would try and hoist Eske up and then try to swiftly bring her down with a sitout powerbomb.

IndigoDragon wrote:John was getting on Eske's last nerve. He was being a brute, and was being so rash with her. Even if it was a match. this was only building to her inner hatred. She tries to get up before anything else could happen, but... John grabbed her leg. She tries to swing with her other leg at the man. Like someone with experience would have, he moves just out of her kick range.
Eske made a slightly more audible moan from that kiss to those couple of kisses to the back of her knee. She could feel the very strength in her leg slip away from her just for a moment. And thats all John needed to make his move of grabbing her up. She opened her mouth when the hit came, but didnt yell out. A hand went to try and hold her back a bit. John had a greater advantage now....

Deus001 wrote:John has slammed Eske down with that powerbomb, it was such a simple move but powerful in it's application. Heck when he first started wrestling he'd have had no idea how to do that, but since training and tapping into the power of his body John had improved significantly.
And this was only part one of the move, now John would attempt to go for the next part of the Carnaby crusher. Attempting to gain the advantage while the writer was reeling from that attack, John would alter his grab so that he had hold of both of Eske's legs.
If the artist had managed to perform this he'd then try to flip Eske over onto her back, and cinch her into a two legged boston crab. He was hoping that the quiet girl would be reeling from that previous attack and give him enough time to get her into the submission.

IndigoDragon wrote:She had not read of such a combination of moves. Eske came to this fight only prepared with her knowledge of the known, and not of the unknown. It was foolish, in retrospect. And now, Eske had to deal with a submission  that put even more stress and pain on her already damaged back. It was an amazing combination of moves, she had to admit. Eske groans and growls.
She tries to get herself over to the ropes, but having to support his weight on her back made things more complex. Oh, how morose her mood was going to be after this. If she even got out of this painful submission hold.

Deus001 wrote:John was putting his whole weight and body into the boston crab, he had made the opening by smashing Eske with that powerbomb to the mat. The one two combo was simple, but it was quite effective. As the artist was using both his upper body strength and his practise at submission holds to full effect.
Mr Carnaby was keeping the pressure on, doing his damm best to make sure the writer didn't have time to scurry to the ropes in time for a break. The moves were boring yes, not flashy yes. However it was quite practical, and that's what John was aiming for.
"Ghnn...Tap out!" John grunted out, grounding himself as best he could with his near 6 foot frame.

IndigoDragon wrote:her eyes shut tightly, Eske was not a fan of this. Not at all. The writer tries to reach for those ropes, but they were just too far away.  She growls as her back was bent painfully into the hold. She wasnt the most flexible either, so that also played against her.
Just by not doing it, John could realize her refusal to submit to him in any way. She tries once more to make a reach for the ropes, stretching out her pinned upper body as best as she could. Anything was better than this pain that was forced upon her to bear.

Deus001 wrote:John was gritting his teeth, doing his damm best to keep the boston crab cinched in. He had brilliant ring placement, smack dab in the centre. If there was one thing that couldn't be denied it was that John had expert knowledge of the ring and it's rules, he could make it look so large to his foes when he got them right where they wanted them.
"Ghnn...Not letting go!" John yelled out, he was hoping to try and get Eske to tap out. He didn't expect a verbal submission from her, given how quiet she had been. But she could tap out, and that was what John hoped for. This basic submission was undeniable in it's effectiveness, and John's forte was in applying holds such as this. The artist kept his legs grounded as best he could, his shoes practically digging into the canvas that was the ring.

IndigoDragon wrote:Her leather boots were inching more and more backwards. Eske's reach, it was really nowhere near the ropes, as she had thought. They were just in the middle of the ring..... Eske makes a loud cry out, the loudest the entire night. It was a mix of anger towards John for winning, and towards herself for getting caught like this. Her first fight had been lost.
Eske tapped out on the canvas.

Deus001 wrote:As soon as John heard the tapping noise and the bell ringing he instantly let go of Eske's legs, his eyes went a bit wide in response to Eske's loud cry of pain. The artist bit his lower lip as he stood back up, although he was confident that he hadn't broken anything. The boston crab didn't really allow for something like that, aside from maybe a pulled hamstring or something like that.
"Uh hey, are you alright? No hard feelings okay?" John said, being the gentleman that he was and now that the match was over. The young artist wanted to make sure Eske was at least alright after the attacks he'd brought on her, John kneeled down and offered Eske a hand to help her up.