Chloe Mason vs Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Kick-Off

Even Chloe herself was surprised. Though now she learnt not to fully bring her guard down. Especially on who is an experienced fighter. And now her mind was set on paying him back for that. Especially when he ruined her perfect little face of hers.

Dmitri perhaps senses that she would give her a lot of trouble if she did get back up so he would press the offence, grabbing on the head and the golden halo that is her hair. Getting up towards her feet, the man soon sends her off towards the corner with an Irish Whip, Chloe wasn't the biggest so she would be sent without much effort perhaps. Her bare feet padding the canvas before she finds herself with her back against the turnbuckle, arms resting on the ropes.

When was the last time that has happened? Felt too long to be in this sort of position. She wasn't sure if she should hate her position or thankful, depending on what he does next....

Dmitri wasn’t the strongest by any stretch of the imagination, but he made sure to get some real force into his throw as he hurled her across the ring, launching with all the force he could muster. The Irish Whip was something he’d learned from his wrestling training, but there was more technique to it than than the naked eye would make most believe. A twisting hip, the right timing, getting the legs involved in the effort…

It all came off just right, and the end result had Chloe hurtling towards the corner, practically flying over the canvas on her way to the turnbuckle. She hit hard, harder than even he’d expected, and his path to victory was suddenly wide open.
Don’t be slow. Don’t give her a chance to turn things around. Just. Move.

Dmitri jumped back, then bolted forward the second his feet touched the ground, coming at her full speed. True to his style, he moved light and fast, closing the gap across the ring in two flat seconds, his hair whipping behind him while he flew.

At the last moment, the exact last moment, Dmitri leaped into the air, shot out both his legs, and attempted to give Chloe a solid dropkick to her chest, one backed by his weight and a lot of forward momentum.

Funny. One moment it was like a battle of strikes. And now it became an actual wrestling match. Though this is a wrestling ring, that is something Chloe hasn't forgotten. Just been a long time being whipped to the corner like that.

But this was no time to be reminiscing, Dmitri was coming at her with force, almost sprinting as if he was in the Olympics. And just at that moment, before she would have a chance to move, landing both of his feet right onto her chest. "Ahhh!" 

Left coughing and gasping for air, Chloe clutches her chest, a pained look on her face though mixed with irritation as the match wasn't going her way now. Dropping to her knees, the small blonde taking a hard hit from a guy almost twice her size. Despite that, Chloe was tougher than her dainty little frame may say. Though as it is now, Chloe was, in fact, in big trouble.

A collective groan swept across the audience as Dmitri’s dropkick found its mark, exploding into Chloe’s chest. Dmitri couldn’t see the way she reacted from it, of course - he was too busy falling on his back and rolling away to relative safety. But he could feel the impact, sense the way it traveled through his legs, and it was one of the more powerful moves he could’ve hoped to executed.

Sure enough, when he rose up and saw the effect, Chloe was on her back, reeling from the blow. So much so that he could only think of one way to capitalize.

Rising to his feet, he came at her quick again, closing in with one long, bold stride. Out came his leg, whip-quick, coming at her chest with a low roundhouse kick, trying to bring her down and keep her down.

With how big the impact from his dropkick, Chloe was surprised her breasts managed to be kept inside of her attire. Wells truth be told, it was close. She can't afford to have any wardrobe malfunctions. Not at this point when Dmitri himself is looking to capitalize and then some. 

Sitting more on her butt, the accountant didn't stay close after this, perhaps he was wary that staying close to Chloe could be dangerous that she could try a counter. At the very least, he probably respected her enough to keep attacking before she would have a chance to do so. 

Chloe was reeling, but after he rolled back and started charging in again, her eyes opened wide. That shit was not going to fly here. Not anymore.

Coming in with such long strides of his long legs, his kick whipped out for her chest again, where Chloe has her arms around it. Chloe already decided that she was not going to be offering limbs to him just to get hit and have them numb in pain.

Well, she was more thinking about her arms.

Her legs though....that was a different thing. At least for what he had in mind as he came in with the low kick, lifting her left leg, pulling her toes back to lead with her heel as she aimed a foot jam of sorts, just aimed at the front of his ankle to stop it in a rather jarring fashion. Hoping that would be enough as she would throw her right foot out for a grounded thrusting kick towards his kneecap, the blondes plan in her mind would be to have him fall towards Chloe as she brings the knee of her other leg up for him to land on it.

Dmitri was optimistic.

Cautiously optimistic, yes, but optimistic all the same.

With Chloe on the floor, reeling from his blow, wide open, he had something he rarely enjoyed in these matches - an indisputable, clear advantage. For the first time that he could remember, it really felt like he could win this match clean, and he was eager to seize the moment.

The kick came around, looked like it was in a good position to floor him, and then...something happened.

To be honest, he wasn’t completely sure what occurred. He just knew it involved him getting tripped up and his chances evaporating in an instant, as he fell forward onto Chloe. That would’ve been bad enough on its lonesome, but she had her knee upturned at the time he came down, which made the rough landing even rougher

It sunk into his gut and he went rolling immediately, grasping his stomach as the pain lanced through, hissing as it ran its course through his bones.

Chloe knew she needed to be precise with what she attempted so she was sorta relived that the jam actually worked in her favor. An unorthodox way to stop an attack but it is something. Can only count on Chloe to come up with something unorthodox.

But if it works, then it works, right?

Which paved the way for Chloe to turn the tables on the guy and kick his legs from under him, the blonde kind enough to let him fall on something. That something being rather hard instead of soft and drove right into his gut, Chloe almost being squashed with his weight landing on her knee. But it did the job in driving some air out of him. "Whoops! Clumsy, aren't you?"

Her chest may sting like a bitch but Chloe saw the chance to bring back control to her side. And this businesswoman knew a good opportunity when she sees it.

With one arm wrapped around her chest, she shifted up to her knees, crawling towards Dmitri, with his hands pre-occupied with his stomach, Chloe reached to grasp his head and pull it towards her welcoming thighs. Chloe looking to go back to the basics with a move that most would be familiar with, perhaps more so for Dmitri as she plans to get her left calf pressed on his throat, crossing her right knee over her left ankle to lock in a simple but effective figure four headscissors.

Dmitri was cursing quite a few things at the moment - Chloe’s knee, his luck, his softer-than-he-liked stomach. More than anything, though, he was ticked off at himself for screwed up his advantage. He’d had her, managed to get this wild witch of a woman just where he wanted, was so close to cinching the match, and he’d just botched it up in a single second. Not exactly something that filled a man with confidence.

But he could recover from this. He could get back up, turn things back around, if only he had a few seconds to go at her again.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Chloe was in no mood to let that happen. He’d barely started to rise when he felt a pair of soft, supple hands grab his head and yank it back, pulling it between her waiting legs. Deja vu took over as her thighs locked around his skull, and now came the pressure, pounding away on his head, getting worse with each second.

Dmitri went into a frantic fit right away, squirming and kicking and bucking about. It wasn't the most telegenic look, but he wasn’t concerned about appearances at the moment. His only concern now was breathing, as he desperately pushed at his legs and tried to find even the slightest give.

After experiencing what he could do, Chloe knew that she couldn't give him an inch anymore, or he was going to take a mile. She could only be lucky that the improvised and unorthodox block actually worked, otherwise she would be taking god knows how many attacks on her chest. Or perhaps even at somewhere else. 

She'll be thanking her luck that she was able to turn things around. Much to the chagrin of Dmitri.

And just like how Dmitri wanted to make it count, Chloe was the same, scooting over and wrapping her legs around his head, firmly tight around it...and getting even tighter once Chloe grabs hold of her ankle, just to crank the hold even more. She was determined to ride it out, resisting as he pushes her legs. Rather deceptively strong, her muscles flex, scrunching her face to show the amount of effort into this. All to just sap more of his stamina and soften him up!

This wasn’t the worst pair of legs that Dmitri had ever had wrapped around his skull - no, those belonged to Alicia. But Chloe’s thighs were making a strong case for the #2 spot, and they were well on their way to cementing the nomination. They clamped down on his neck like silk hiding steel, so soft and welcoming yet so deadly and cruel.

It was becoming more and more clear, as the constriction grew tight enough to choke, that he was running out of options, here. He wasn’t in a good position to reach the ropes, lacked the energy to try, and his world was starting to grow dimmer by the second.

He fought. He tried to stay up. But the more he struggled, the more energy he wasted, and that was starting to take its toll.

Dmitri began to fade in Chloe’s grasp, flopping about like a fish out of water. His eyes began to dim as the darkness took hold, and if she didn’t relent, he would be going out soon...which wouldn’t mean too much, since that wouldn’t end the match. But he didn’t relish the thought of waking up in Chloe’s clutches.