Handcuff Match: Bryan Daniels vs Akino Sanada

Akino’s legs squeezed and squeezed against Bryan’s unfortunate head and neck, all the while she fought back against his squirming struggles to keep her lethal hold locked in. She succeeded, but it wasn’t easy by any stretch. Despite the fact that she was the one applying the devastating hold, Akino was still feeling exhausted from this battle. Bryan was trapped, but the maid needed to put him to sleep in that trap soon.

When the model fell to a knee, that was an immensely good sign for Akino. Bryan was losing his balance, and growing dizzier and drowsier with each passing second that her legs constricted against him. Taking him down this far had not been an easily accomplished task, but now she knew there was only a little further to go.

“Almost there...” Akino muttered, once again cranking up to maximum pressure on the hold. She grit her teeth and squeezed with all her might, trying to give Bryan the final push into a forced slumber. All she needed was hold out just a bit longer and wait for gravity to finish pulling his body down and his squirming to cease, and then she could slap on the cuffs and finally bring this grueling affair to an end. Just a little longer....

With his head nestled firmly in between the maid's clenching thighs, Bryan was only offered the passing glimpses of the roof-lights above as he felt the precursory drowsiness before unconsciousness started to gradually seep into his thoughts. A thin trail of drool was creeping down the corner of his panting mouth from the unrelenting pressure continuing to bear down on him. Were this any other situation, Bryan may have found the energy to squirm his way free, counter the maneuver, or at least make a clever quip about his current predicament...

...but the model athlete was quite literally on his last legs here. His endurance having thoroughly been tested by Akino's other submissions and the general taxing toll the match had taken on him. Couple that with this being one of Akino's most deadly finisher's, and you could hardly blame Bryan for not willing himself out of this one despite how crushed he knew his chanting fans at ringside would be.

"...hggh..." Panting heavily with his face sweating bullets and becoming progressively light-headed, gravity would eventually take hold of the situation and have the model athlete collapse face first in an exhaustive slump. Being lulled to sleep in the soothing warmth of Akino's fleshy thighs and crotch rubbing against the back of his neck...there were probably worse ways to lose a match...

The crowd cheered and cheered in a desperate attempt to rally their hero on to fight out of this predicament and finish off the one-eyed maiden. But despite their efforts, Bryan wasn’t going anywhere, and Akino knew it. He’d already lasted an impressive length of time in the unforgiving clutches of her legs, but the last of his hope was all but gone, especially now that she had him on a knee like this.

Sure enough, Akino felt the handsome man collapse in an unconscious heap, dragging her right down on top of him. The maid uncoiled her legs from around Bryan’s head and neck, finally freeing him from her clutches, but remained straddled over the back of his head while she continued to pant from the exhaustion brought about by the match. The handcuffs were just within reach, and she wanted to make sure he stayed down like this while she retrieved them...and it happened to be comfortable, at least for her.

Leaning and reaching out to the side, Akino’s fingertip just managed to snag onto the handcuffs and pull them close enough for her to pic up. She then reached for one of Bryan’s arms and attempted to fold it behind his back and lock one of the cuffs around his wrist. Then she’d grab the other, try to move it in position by the other, and repeat the process, hoping to bring this grueling match to a finish, though she knew it would be a finish the near-psychopathic fans in this stadium would not be fond of...

Stirring back to life to a minute extent, Bryan heaved out heartily once the binding constriction around his head appeared to have lightened up considerably. He still didn't have the foggiest where he was as he muttered incomprehensibly into the canvas, his eyes remaining closed throughout his limited shifting movements. Attempting to motion his head up wasn't getting him any headway, the model athlete feeling something plump, soft, and heavy weighing him down from above every time he tried.

"Mmmn..." Bryan may not have regained all of his senses, but he eventually recognized what was going on. Namely that Akino was using the back of his head as a comfy seat cushion while clinking the handcuffs around his wrists. Handcuffs that, upon proper forethought, he probably should have threw out of the ring after his own failed attempt...just another aspect of this match he would grow to regret besides the humiliating way he was losing.

With the final snapping on of the handcuffs, the referee would signal for the bell to signal the conclusion of the remarkably hard-fought match. Akino's theme would be largely overshadowed by the vocal disapproval of the majority of the audience, especially from the section of the crowd the maid was more than familiar with. Bryan still had no way of communicating with Akino given she was pressing her sweaty backside against the back of his head, but the model athlete knew how to convey what he felt with one simple gesture. And that was by flipping Akino the bird from one of his cuffed hands.

The handcuff clicked, the bell rang, and never in her life had Akino been so relieved to hear and feel the hatred of so many people raining down on her. The onslaught of boos, which even managed to drown out her entrance music, was like a final confirmation that this grueling war was indeed over at last.

She let out a huge exhale, then eased back, sitting lightly on the back of Bryan’s head. The maid honestly would’ve gotten off of him sooner, but her body still needed a moment of rest before she attempted standing up...or at least, that’s how she justified it in her head. But then the sight of a lone finger raising up drew Akino’s attention - Bryan’s middle finger, to be exact. Not amused, she reached out to grab a hold of the finger.

“I could snap this in half right now if I wanted to... But I won’t. Not this time. Do that again, and I promise I won’t even hesitate.” And with that, she released the finger and stood over Bryan, finally unseating herself from his head while the ref raised her hand. The booing hadn’t died down at all - in fact, it seemed to have grown even louder now, if that was even possible. But Akino gave the crowd no extra attention. She sluggishly made her way to the ropes and dropped down to roll under them, then went to collect her ruined dress before limping slowly back up the aisle. As Akino moved she had to hold the dress over herself, almost like an umbrella, to shield herself from an assortment of concessions being hurled at her from Bryan’s angry fans. Something drenched in ketchup managed to slip through and smacked right against her cheek, coating a good portion of her face in it. She grit her teeth behind her lips, and her hands clenched into tight fists, but she didn’t retaliate. Akino just made her way backstage, ready to clean up and go home, and glad to be rid of these psychotic fans. On the bright side, Akino had no intention of returning to this wretched place, so they wouldn’t have to worry about seeing her around after tonight.