Chloe Mason vs Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Kick-Off

Everything was all going so smoothly for the blonde. At least from the time where she brought back control from Dmitri. Manipulating his legs was easy enough when he is only half awake. Chloe already battered his face, now she is targeting the other part of the body, or at least the part that would give the American the most trouble.

Taking them out was her priority now and with her locking in the figure four leg lock in, she was well on her way to do it. Now he was fully awake and desperate not to feel the pain on his legs. Her hips raised off the floor, palms planted behind her as she watches him squirm. It was a fun and effective move, at least for Chloe, even having her toes pressed on his crotch. It didn’t take long for Dmitri to make a mad rush to the ropes, already crawling towards them.

However, unlike the rear naked choke that she did, Chloe had no intention on having him escape from his clutches.

So as he crawls towards them, Chloe pulled back, a bit hard considering his bigger weight but all to prevent him from getting towards the ropes. “Nonononono…You’re staying here, boy...”

Dmitri had never been in the figure-four leglock before, but he’d seen the move applied plenty of times. Usually by the older wrestlers. Now that he was in the move himself, he could see the utility of it, the way it had been used to break so many better wrestlers before him. The move wasn’t simply painful, it was excruciating. A hellish, torturous pain that seemed to send raw electricity through his limbs, made him just want to writhe about and tear his hair out.

But there was no escape from this, not really. Not with Chloe weighing him down like some evil weight, making his every move hurt even worse. On top of that, having her feet against his crotch was bringing back all those uncomfortable, familiar feelings, while not doing a single thing to ease his mind. He needed to be out of this. The sooner, the better.

He started to try and pull back, but she bridged up and brought her full weight to bear, ensuring that anymore would just make his legs hurt even more. He was anchored for the moment, held still in Chloe’s merciless grip, and he wouldn’t be free until she desired. That much was made abundantly clear.

”Gah!” He thrashed back and forth, his hair flipping about wildly in the struggle. ”What...what do you want?”

Chloe has heard stories that a wrestler has actually ended a former AFW wrestler's career with this move, although that is just a rumor. The American knowing all too well how effective old school wrestling moves are still, and with Dimitri going through such excruciating pain, it was possible that this rumor could be valid.

The blonde has no intention on having him escape, he was going to be held in that move until Chloe would decide otherwise and give him mercy. As of now, Dmitri will be subjected to this torture, flapping about wildly as his lower limbs are bent in a way it shouldn't. And with her own foot against his crotch, his mind would be thinking about a lot of things right now. Escape might be the main thing perhaps.

"What do I want?" Pursing her lips as she thought about it, still keeping her hips off the floor. "Welll...Submitting to my will, worshiping me. The usual." Chloe said it so simply, though that is what she desires coming into the match. "I suppose I could also be satisfied by breaking your legs too if you want to be stubborn with me.

Chloe spoke, Dmitri listened, and what she said equated to a choice - or an ultimatum, if he wasn’t to be specific about it. One that he had little time to think over.

She was sadistic, that much was clear, and she took perverse pleasure in his pain. Would she go far enough to break bones, to ruin his career in the ring? He couldn’t know. He didn’t know how much of her demeanor was an act and how much of it was the real Chloe. She didn’t seem that psychotic. Then again, he was never the best judge of character.

So it was either submit and deal with the humiliation, or don’t submit and deal with the broken bones. As much as he hated to admit it, humiliation was something he knew that he could come back from, thanks to experience.

Chloe is sadistic. In terms of breaking bones, it is more of a threat than a promise. Dmitri was a sweet young man. Though she suppose it would send a message to the rest of the Tension league on what would happen should they ever cross with her. Scare tactics is an effective tool that one can use to put fear into them. Though words alone isn’t enough. One has to show that they can.

So Chloe would add a bit of a twist to the simple, yet effective hold as she would bridge up, pushing her hips up, just so she would lift her own legs up to have them levitating up in the air. All the while the blonde looks to grab at the wrists of Dmitri. Should she be successful with that, Chloe aims to pull them towards her, in the hopes of turning this prison into a fortress.

"How about I give you a bit more...persuasion?"

Dmitri hesitated. He really shouldn’t have hesitated.

If he had to guess, Chloe took his hesitation as defiance, because she started to ramp up the pressure soon after, lifting his legs into the air and making a bad situation even worse. The pain in his legs went from agonizing to maddening, and the words she spoke worried him more than ever. He knew she’d do all she claimed. He knew that if she couldn’t break his will, he’d break his body, and when the choice came, he had to pick the one of those two that could recover faster.

”Ah...all right!” He tapped away on the mat, slapping it hard with both hands as he thrashed from side to side. ”I give, you win, let me go! Just let me go!”

Chloe was going to give Dmitri a choice. Submission or perhaps she might carry out with her threats after all.

It was going to be as a last resort if Dmitri kept on being defiant towards her. And defiance wasn’t the answer that she would be looking for. When he didn’t answer, she had to drill down and put more pressure on him if he was having a hard time answering to her. Yep. Not even hesitation was something she would take either. Lest he wishes to deal with the broken bones. It would be a terrifying message that Chloe could use to show that she wasn’t one to be fucked with.

Resist at your own peril.

Even then, Dmitri found he could no longer resist any more, his hands slapping the mat and yelling out his submission. Just the kind of outcome she was looking for. “Good answer.” If only he had done so earlier. Would have saved him from all the pain he had to go through. "Took you long enough to realize resistance is futile." Chloe tensed her legs a bit in the hold more, just putting a tiny pit of pressure on his legs just to show that things could indeed be a whole lot worse.

Then she would let go, the pressure would indeed ease up on his legs, Chloe looking at her handiwork with a rather cruel smile as she rose up to her feet. The ref ringing the bell to signal the end of the match and raising the hand of the blonde as she stood tall in victory. It could have gone better but she was pleased still.

Walking towards the young man, her bare feet padding the mat till she nears to his head. The small woman standing tall in the end.

Dmitri had no idea what sort of woman Chloe was. Would she go all the way if he didn’t submit? She was doing a good job of making him think that, if nothing else. There was a seriousness in her eyes, a fire that he didn’t like, as if she’d stomp him like a cockroach if given half the chance.

Maybe she’d take it, maybe she wouldn’t it. It wasn’t worth the chance. While wrestling wasn’t as essential to his life as many of the roster, he still enjoyed doing it, and wanted to keep on doing it.

Thankfully, she accepted his surrender, and the match ended. Though that didn’t mean his suffering did.

Dmitri took a moment to cradle his aching leg, trying to rub some feeling back into it, when Chloe came walking over. Maybe it was just the hype of the moment or his position or an optical illusion, but he could’ve sworn the woman was taller than he remembered her being just a second ago.

As she stood, dominant and domineering, he looked up at with her unsure eyes and an unspoken question: ‘What now’?

Despite the match ending, it wasn’t all over for the man. Oh no, things were about to get pretty interesting. Though not so pleasant for Dmitri. Well, depends how he will take what Chloe has in mind for him.

Chloe wouldn’t have needed him standing for what was about to come. Though she would show mercy to the young man and saved his legs from getting destroyed. Her mercy would come at a price somewhat. With the match stipulations about to be put in effect, Chloe looks to have Dmitri pays what he owes. With interest.

Standing tall, the blonde woman stood over him. Not so big now when he is laying on the floor clutching his knee. Looking down to stare at his eyes. He looked so cute with that unsure look on his face. Unsure about his future. That wouldn’t take long though. The waiting part.

She raised her right foot and harshly pressed it on his throat, not fully putting all of her weight on it but hard enough that breathing would be quite difficult. Chloe doesn’t say much, would just be content to see the reaction on his face. The American wouldn’t keep at it for long however as she would roughly place her foot on his lips.

A foot on his throat. That was what happened now.

Dmitri received the answer to his question in the harshest way possible, when Chloe roughly asserted her dominance by pressing down on his throat, digging her bare heels into his neck. She didn’t stomp with too much force - she was a light woman, after all, and she seemed to have a good idea of how to use that weight. But in the end, it didn’t matter, since it wasn’t like a great deal of force was needed to do harm on that part of his body.

Dmitri was left squirming about on the floor, kicking this way and that as he pushed against her foot, feebly trying to fight back and gagging against her toes. The choking came to an end soon enough, but only because she seemed to grow tired of it - in the next moment, she shoved her toes into his mouth.

This was better in a way, because he could breath. Even so, he had the salty taste of her soles to fill his mouth, and he wound up looking at her with pleading eyes, trying to find mercy where he knew there would be none.