Rematch! Jean Richards vs Kevin Derek

Jean smirks as his opponent takes offense at the insinuation. The guy beneath him turtles up in defense, an admirable attempt if not a bit childish in his opinion. Jean brings his knees down so that his shins sit alongside each of Kevin's sides for a more stable mount. He then grabs a handful of Kevin's blond hair again and begins to pull his head up forcefully and back so that his neck is exposed.

"Sure you're not easy? Leaving yourself open like this, it's just begging to be choked" Jean taunts him as he quickly slips his other arm up and under, trying to let Kevin's neck fit neatly into the crook of his elbow. He hadn't fully given up on his camel clutch yet, but he was betting this change in tactic would get Kevin's arms back in reach once again.

Kevin's mind races when he feels Jean's legs inching in tighter to hold him more in place.

"GET OFF THE HAIR"

Yelling as he raises up and right into the choke attempt.  Digging his chin downward trying to close the gap between it and his chest and brings his arms up to grab at Jean's.  Not knowing that he may be playing into the puppet master that is currently riding his back in doing so.  

Unsure if he can power up to his feet or not, but trying his best to get into a position where he can get a leg up under himself to try if his opponent will let him.  Teetering on the edge of either an escape or sinking into a quicksand trap.

As soon as one of Kevin's arms leaves the safety of his turtle position to grab at Jean's, then Jean in turn lets go of Kevin's hair and races to seize the wrist. "Be a good boy and behave!" he hisses out as he grabs onto Kevin's left arm. Jean slides his left leg up and heaves on Kevin's arm, fighting to bring the limb over his thigh to immobilize it.

Jean also feels Kevin shifting beneath him, possibly trying to get up even, and that simply wouldnt do. Jean continues to pull back on Kevin's neck with his single arm choke and then begins to lean back, hoping to start working the neck and back a little. Not a picture perfect execution, but until he was sure he could release that left arm and it would stay trapped in the half-camel, it would have to do!

Fighting like a caged wild cat, Kevin continues to writhe around in Jean’s increasingly troublesome snares on his muscled body.

“RAHHHHH …. GET … OFFFF … MEEEE!”

Yelling out full volume again as he tries to pull his left arm off it’s perch, but finds that his forearm is also expertly locked behind Jean’s left calf.  Seeing a clumsy but possible opening when his opponent starts to pull back on his chin and neck.

“HUNNNGGGHHHHHHH”

A big grunt of full effort comes out as Kevin gets one foot flat against the mat and powers up and back.  Sending both men backward and down into a pile of twisted muscles on the mat.

Jean feels the sinking of Kevin's arm into his snare and that frees up his second arm to get back into the fight. Jean grabs his own wrist and pulls back, flexing his bicep against Kevin's neck and also working to further pull back on the hold while Kevin shouted his displeasure at him. Jean grits his teeth and hunkers down, preparing to let Kevin burn his energy resisting this hold till he was too weak to resist further manipulation.

As if sensing his timed would be limited, Kevin launches a valiant defense and manages to get one foot flat to thrust both men backward. Jean lands on his back with Kevin atop him a second later, and both men scramble into action. Jean attempts to keep one arm in choking position while the other seeks to dip below Kevin's armpit and then sneak behind his head to work a half-nelson choke. His feet also kick up and attempt to latch onto Kevin's waist to prevent him from getting too far too quickly.

MAD SCRAMBLE is all that can be said of the pile of limbs and muscle working against each other …. Kevin trying to slip free of the clutches of his new found rival while Jean tries to sink him into his coils.

“NOT HAPPENING”

Kevin stays vocal as he leaves Jean’s arms to work unrestricted for now.  His arms immediate focus is on making sure those legs don’t snare his waist as that spells all kinds of trouble he isn’t up for.  His body trying to spin in Jean’s grip so he can get face to face and change up the game in this full on race. Knowing this match could be 1 screw up away from victory on either man’s part.

Jean grunts deeply as he sinks his heels into Kevin's waist and attempts to stretch them further so that he can cross and lock them as well. It'd allow him to leverage the considerable strength in his legs to both crush with a bodyscissors and also ensure Kevin stayed in position. The positioning of his crossed ankles just so happened to grind against Kevin's bulge and it gave Jean a cheeky idea. While his opponent was hellbent on freeing himself and twisting around into him, Jean would start rubbing Kevin's bulge with his locked heels. And best of all, if he was called on it, he could easily excuse it as the natural bump and grind of two bodies entwined together

"No, no, no, I don't think so!" he shouts back as Jean thrusts his hip up to roll the both of them, trying to land Kevin on his chest with Jean's weight riding on his back. This way Jean might prevent Kevin turning into him, and he could fully concentrate on this nelson-choke combo to wear this wily opponent down properly!

“ARRRGHHHHH”

Letting out a growl of effort as he continues to and turn his body but then Kevin instantly pauses.  His body responding to the grind against his bulge.  Trying to decide whether it was an accident, or an intentional tease from Jean.  Flashing back to their last encounter for a brief moment.

“DAMN IT”

Yelling out as the couple seconds of distraction affords his opponents ankles to lace together.  Feeling himself loosing group with the turn now as Jean’s legs keep him in position.  Throwing a hard elbow back with his free arm as he gets rolled over and finds a face full of mat.

Kevin’s body starting to fall into some sort of trap, but he isn’t sure what yet in order to go for a defense.

Jean's less than completely honorable tactics bring success to him as he turns the tides of the match into his favor. With Kevin trapped below him now, Jean digs in his heels again and presses his chest more tightly against Kevin's back. The rough elbow into his side makes him wince and he lets out a small abrupt cough, but he's not undeterred.

"Gonna have to do better than that!" Jean grunts into Kevin's ear. He attempts to draw the arm from the half-nelson into position in front of Kevin's neck, a feat that was much harder facedown than normal. But if he was successful, he ought to be able to lock Kevin into a cobra-clutch. "And now, you're gonna go to sleep!"

Kevin’s legs slide back and forth on the mat not finding any way to grip the mat or get to his knees with Jean’s toned torso riding super tight to his back and those legs being laced in causes him more trouble.

“A little close aren’t you?”

Responding as his right arm gets wrenched forward in a weird way even through his resistance.  Feeling some numbness in it from the prolonged nelson.  Trying to figure out what defense he can use here as  Jean’s 5’6” continues to stay all over his.