A Friendly Challenge

As Dave got closer, Jean monitored his approach by watching his feet get closer. When he felt that Dave was close enough, Jean sprung from the corner like a spring trap aiming his head down low to spear Dave in the gut. Like last time, he had to slow Dave down before he could secure any fancy moves he was good at.

Dave's eyes widened as Jean speared him in the gut, slamming him into the mat and knocking the wind out of him. Dave's vision became blurred as he shook his head, flipping himself over and trying to get to his feet.

Aha! There was his opening! Pushing away, he waited until Dave got onto his chest before he sprung into action once more. Jean leaped onto Dave's back, wrapping his arms around Dave's neck and linking his ankles around Dave's midsection. He began to tighten his arms into a good old sleeperhold, a fan favorite as well as one of his own, and his legs kept his position on top of Dave secure. "This is normally the point people tap out at" Jean taunted in Dave's ear, not letting up for a second.

Dave gritted his teeth. Damn he got him good. The only chance he had was to reach the ropes.

Dave turned his head slightly so he could see Jean's smirking face.

"N-Never...." he growled, struggling and bucking in the other's grip.

"Have it your way" Jean smirked, tightening the chokehold he had on Dave. He was confident that Dave wasn't going to get away this time. While he was reaching for the ropes, Jean tugged and tugged until Dave fell back down onto Jean. He squeezed his legs around Dave's midsection and continued to squeeze the air from Dave. He wouldn't last much longer if he didn't tap out. "Night night"

Dave was fading fast. Jean had him in a perfect position, but he'd be damned if he was gonna sit there and take it. He weakly began elbowing Jean in the side, in an attempt to loosen the other's grip.

"N-no....not...gonna...tap..." Dave groaned, his mind starting to feel foggy.

Nothing could stop Jean now, not when he was so close to tasting victory. The weak elbows in his side were a sure sign that Dave was fading fast. Now that he was sure that he could do so without losing the hold, Jean let up on the hold for the briefest of moments to adjust his grip in a way that let him clamp on even tighter than before. "Comon Dave, save yourself the trouble and just give in already. Tap out, pass out, either is fine by me...it's not like you're gonna get out of this"

Dave's half lidded eyes were glazed over now as Jean tightened he hold. The move caused his arms to jerk randomly, as he felt the end coming. One more good tightening and it was game over. But he wouldn't give up.

"n-no." he said quietly.

There was something to be admired from Dave's resilience and stubborness, even if it was keeping Jean from winning. At least he was adamant about sticking to his beliefs, too bad it wasn't going to help him any now. "Just sleep already!" Jean grunted, giving the sleeper every ounce of strength he had left.

Just as Jean whispered into his ear to sleep, Dave's brain was busy. He sounds pretty hot when he says that.., but the thought was cut off as Jean gave a final tug with the sleeper. Dave's limbs jerked in response before going still.
Dave's eyes fluttered closed, and his arms fell to his side as his body went limp, leaning against Jean, passing out in the other's arms.