Chloe Mason vs Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Kick-Off

She wasn't exactly looking to gain the number one spot of the worst pair of legs that has ever wrapped around his head but perhaps she might take it as a compliment that they were nominated for number two. Not that she even knows any of this, the blonde was more focused in making him suffer with the leglock than competing for some proverbial number one spot.

Pulling on her leg like a lever that cranked the hold even more, her legs tightened and constricted the man's head that she could feel him getting weaker and weaker. The more he fought, the more energy he was expelling just to get out of this leg jail. It was working for Chloe. Perhaps she should try this one out more often. Certainly is effective.

Note that her plan was to weaken and not to knock him out, although that would be quite the feeling to bring him into unconsciousness. And for Chloe, she has more in mind for this man and it perhaps wouldn't do with a knocked out Dmitri. Luckily for him, she relented and eased up on the hold, before he'd slip into unconsciousness.

"Uhh uhh uhhhh.." She waved her index finger, her voice a lot more sing-songy. "You're not getting off that easily." Telling him that there was more to come, her legs leaving his head and her feet placed on either side of his head. "Up you come." The supple hands of Chloe grasps on his head and under his right armpit as she forces him up for what was to come next...

This match wasn’t over. Dmitri registered that, even as he started to drift off, his brain starting the process of closing early for the day.

In order for Chloe to win, she couldn’t just knocked him, couldn’t pin him, couldn’t even make him tap. She had to get a verbal submission. Had to make him admit defeat. So, as long as he kept his wits about him and remained steadfast, she couldn't claim victory.

That being said, there was nothing stopping her from making his life a living hell while he survived.

That seemed to be her general idea, as she didn’t even give him the comfort of going all the way to sleep. Instead, she kept him awake, twitching and drooling, so she could pull him up. He didn’t give her any real fight, didn’t struggle or resist. He was pure putty in her hands, wonky, but conscious enough to realize what was going on. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, he couldn’t yet say.

Just letting go before he was taken into deep sleep, Chloe knowing all too well of the perquisite in order to win so she needed him awake. But the Fig-Four Headlock did its job how she wanted it too. Making him weak so that she could subject him to a bit more torture till he would let out his submission. His verbal submission.
So far so good, Dmitri wasn’t struggling or resisting as she pulled the man up to his feet. Having experienced what he could do to her, she wasn’t going to give him much chances now. He’ll make him submit. Though first, a little lesson was to be learnt for him.

“I haven’t forgotten about that attack to my lovely face. You’re lucky that there isn’t any major damages, but you’re still paying for that…” She was lucky that it didn’t have her bleeding but there was still a price to pay for that. Hopefully this accountant will work it out and how much interest he owes him.

With what Chloe had in mind, she needed him to stay in place, not trusting how wonky he was. Dmitri was close to unconsciousness after all. Standing diagonally on his right side, she grabbed his right wrist with both hands and pull it towards her. Hopefully with that secured, she could go into her plan for payback. “As the saying goes, an eye for an eye, right?”

Finishing that quote as she lifted her right leg up swiftly for a roundhouse kick aiming at his abs. Though she wouldn’t be done with that as she lifted her leg higher for another at his chest. And if that landed, the blonde would go for an even higher level, aiming a flurry of kicks towards his own face, looking to do more than smack his face silly…

Consciousness, full consciousness, was beginning to return to Dmitri, though he wasn’t sure he could see it as a total blessing. Despite only knowing Chloe for a short amount of time, he’d already sussed out that the woman had a serious vindictive streak going on, that she delighted in his pain, and he’d done more than a little to earn her ire. She was lifting him up now, pulling him into position, and it was a fair guess that this could only mean bad things. Painful things.

She did not keep him waiting for long.

Dmitri had just started to open his mouth, wanting to reply to what she was saying, when a kick to his stomach robbed him of the air he’d need for it. It left him gasping and lurching forward, which, unfortunately, put him in place for phase 2: kicks to the face.

They hit in staccato fashion, one after the other, slamming his head from side to side with impressive speed and strength. He couldn’t tell where each one was coming from as they flashed about, giving him no time to prepare from blow to blow. Constant punishment, constant hammering, side to side…

When it ended, if it ended, Dmitri would be a mess on the floor, barely able to stay upright without Chloe’s help, his chances dropping by the second.

More and more did the audience of Tension sussed out about Chloe, not just Dmitri who looks to be in so much trouble when he got to his feet. Indeed, bad things were in store for him. How bad? Well, he was going to find out.

In comes the payback phase, one kick landing that took his breath away, literally and that would open himself up for 'interest' part of things. Her attacks landing in quick succession, smacking his head from either side, Dmitri would be learning the folly of his ways, small as that may be. Getting punched or kicked is part of the game, though it didn't matter with how vindictive Chloe could be. Had he cut her lip or broke his nose, well...things could have been a lot more worse.

With how she kept standing on one leg, whilst throwing kicks at the taller opponent as well as keeping said opponent upright for prolonged torture would only be a testament to her skills. Not just multitasking, of course. For the crowd, it became too much by like the seventh kick. Chloe had passed that and it became supererogatory.

But, she did stop. At perhaps the umpteenth time.

"Had enough, dear?" If she was going to stop, it would have been at her own time. Unless if Dmitri had the energy to stop the prolonged torment, but he didn't. Luckily for him, it ended. In terms of the match itself though, definitely not.

But for her next trick, Chloe planned on being quick. Painless, it wouldn't. She would just place the sole of her foot right on the side of his face that is probably battered at that point, her heel placed on his jaw, toes drumming on his head. An evil smirk on her face as she leaned back, falling backwards as she sought to perform an inverted stomp facebreaker!

Through it all, Dmitri had to admire Chloe’s precision. He knew from experience that the kicks she was throwing out weren’t easy to execute, that they took time and skill to maintain and get any real damage from them. Even he, with all his training, would’ve been worn out by now, but she kept lashing out, losing little, if any, of her steam.

Quite the display. He just wished it wasn’t at his expense.

He’d lost count of the kicks by the time she stopped, and when the ride was over, he was left much the worse for wear. His world was spinning, his head was aching, and stars dancing about his vision, making it hard to see. But he could still feel, and that let him be very much aware of the foot against his face, even if he could figured out the reason behind it.

Chloe caught him up quick, however, and he had just enough time to piece it together as she felt back and sent her foot smashing into his skull, turning it into a living battering ram. The brutal blow hit his skull hard, and the end result had him flopping back as his world went back. Consciousness fled his brain, and he was out like a light, left laying still on the mat as the crowd cheered Chloe on.

Nap time. But it wouldn’t be a peaceful sleep.

Coming from someone that was not formally trained, it definitely was quite the display coming from Chloe.

Though most of the crowd came to the conclusion that they wouldn't want to be in Dmitri's shoes at the moment. Some do with their own fantasies. It is Tension after all. Chloe herself knew all too well on the kinds of people that do come to see some inter-gender action. And in most cases, it's not always for the fight itself.

Though she is more focused on the man who she left worse for wear, already dazed from the many kicks that were received. Luckily, or unluckily, he wasn't left numb from all of this. And Chloe wanted him to experience what was about to come with the brutal move that followed, having her foot smashed into her skull as she landed on the canvas. Chloe's landing was a lot less painful than Dmitri's as that move took him to unconsciousness where her figure four headscissors didn't before.

Part of her wondered what he would prefer out of the two to go into la-la land.

With him flopped to the mat, Chloe rocked to sit up straight, looking back to see her handiwork. Or footwork, if that's the better term. Sighing, seeing his lifeless body laying there. She wasn't going to get a verbal submission from a unconscious person. That much was clear. So she would have to wait for him till he wakes up.

Although it doesn't mean that she shouldn't start planning.

Having a naughty idea for him, she crawled on her knees, brushing back her long, golden locks before she would grab him by the ankles, looking to pull his unconscious body to the middle of the ring. What she has in mind was quite special for this young man....

The crowd collectively gasped as they watched what was unfolding in the ring. It wasn’t as if they’d never seen a woman beating around a man before, of course - in fact, many of them paid good money to come here and watch that very thing occur. They just didn't expect it to happen so suddenly. And definitively. And painfully.

The referee was just as stunned as any of them, and came over to give Dmitri a quick look. No real movement. Mummering, perhaps, but she couldn’t make out a single word. The repeated shots to the head and oxygen deprivation had taken its toll, and this was the end result - he laid there, konked out, still and unmoving...that is, until Chloe made him move.

She managed to get him all the way to the middle of the ring without much fuss, but when he reached the final destination, that was when he started to come around again.

”What…” He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, only to close them hard when the light hit. Sense slow came back to him, but he wasn’t sure what to make of the situation yet, still trying to process everything in a sensical way. ”What happened?”

Her attacks have had a tremendous effect on enervating the young accountant. Most in the arena were stunned at what has unfolded from their very eyes. All except Chloe, that is.

A little snickering at times as she dragged Dmitri to the middle of the ring, not much fuss from him. All is well and good so far. If he had caused her trouble as she was pulling him then it would be a bother now, wouldn't it? But now with them reaching their destination, Chloe didn't mind. In fact, right on time. 

Her attention focused on the man that stirred once he woke from his short slumber. "Ah! Glad you came back to your senses." She talked with a delighted tone. All the while her right leg stepped between his legs. "And you didn't keep me waiting for long. I've been wanting to have you awake for this..." With a sultry smile, she crossed his legs over. Dmitri just came back to consciousness so there wouldn't be any hassle from him. Chloe looking to place his ankle under her right knee and fall back, aiming to lock in a different figure four move. The leg lock variation.

The first thing Dmitri heard upon waking up was the all-too-familiar sound of Chloe laughing. He couldn’t see her, but he could hear her, and needless to say, this was not the least bit comforting, especially when couldn’t see her yet.

Thankfully - or, perhaps, unthankfully - he didn’t have to wait long before she made her position abundantly clear.

She was manipulating his legs, bending them around, though he didn't realize the purpose right away. Then he felt the pain. Then he felt the stretching. She locked the figure-four in, nice and tight, bending his legs in ways that God never intended.

It woke him up, so that was helpful at least, but the pain left him squirming about on the mat, desperate for some kind of release. Knowing what his only chance was, he made a mad crawl for the ropes, trying to reach them as quickly as he could.