John Carnaby vs Jackie "Jack The Ripper" Rose - Darkness of Britain

John thought to himself that he was doing a really unique twist on a smother here, not to mention with no ref around he wasn't getting pestered to let go after five seconds. So he could certainly choke the Ripper out here and she'd only have her funbags to blame, well that and the leather boot of the master of creation! John fanned himself with one hand in a causal manner, to further demean the Ripper even if no other people were in this arena at the moment. Though to be fair those hits Jackie had done had really done a number on John, he swore he could feel a big lump forming on his forehead among other things. John was gonna need some painkillers after this one, jeez the Ripper stung with those hits. Made John wonder how she got like that.

Still though John decided on a subconscious level he'd jump up and down a bit on Jackie's neck, mostly to make her body be reminded that the artist wasn't playing nice here. John was doing something like this not because he enjoyed it, well actually he sort of did. The guy enjoyed submission holds for sure, more for the intricate display than anything else. This was however was just a bit of a twist on his end. But still Jackie was scrappy, she seemed to have taken advantage of the fact that the bouncing about would have possibly given her a chance to wiggle out and use her arms to good use.

Jackie managed to get lucky here, when John bounced down her elbow managed to smack the artist in his ankle. The sudden jolt earning a loud yelp from the artist, resulting in him almost banging his chin on the middle rope. But as it was John was left rolling around on the floor there clutching his ankle from the recoil. "G-Godammit!" the scribe yelled out and slammed the mat with his right hand in frustration.

Jackie would smirk as she found her elbow meet it's target, John's ankle, which would leave him rolling on the floor as she pull herself back up, she would walk to John before force him to lay here face down, she would smirk as she stand on top of hit before proceed to sit on her back, having a plan as she had a smug smirk on her face

If it worked, she would sit on her back before slowly pull his chin, perform a camel clutch against John as she smirk, add more pressure on his back as she pull on his chins before slowly move her head forward as she had her smug smirk on her face before give his cheek a lick as she smile even wider as she look at him with a smug smirk

John was in hot water here now, perhaps it had been foolish on his part to leave the Ripper access to her arms but he figured her being choked out would have made up for that part. But Jackie was scrappy as she had been before, so it was only a matter of time before she scrambled for an escape. Lo and behold she'd managed to get herself free from her self assisted suffocation done by the scribe of the conquest and damn near chopped off John's leg there, the artist was just glad it wasn't his arms. Given his occupation the lad had actually taken out insurance polices on them even, though now he wished he had done it for his legs too. As the Ripper mounted him while he writhed about, managing to flatten him onto his belly and leaving him at her desires.

The Ripper would get her hands under John's chin and proceed to crank it backwards ever more slowly, she likely got her practise from those ladies of the night she worked on so long ago. Because damn was the pressure real, eventually the artist was grunting in agony as his hands twitched from the pain. Jackie played up her Ripper mindset by leaning down and slathering John's cheek with her tongue, giving a good long lick there. The coldness of the alley combined with the wet saliva made the artist shiver hard as he was dragged up by the chin to gaze at the Ripper from an upside down view in agony.

At this point the match was dragging on and John was feeling his wear and tear, the fact that Jackie was doing this was unsettling him just a bit. He gritted his teeth however and snarled and glared at Ms Rose in defiance as best he could though, last thing he needed was Jackie to get any ideas as attractive as she was John wasn't particularly keen on what she might do if he lost here........

Jack would smirk as she saw John struggle before she would even giggle as she saw John shivers before she would add a little more pressure as she sit on his back before she saw John give her a look of defiance, and his defiance look with meet with her smile as she add little more pressure

She would try to drag the hold as long as possible as she wonder how John would be able to hold out as she add even more pressure by pulling his head back little more as she giggle a bit, hoping to heard John's cry of pain more

John was no stranger to being tortured, given his penchant for submissions it was deemed a required thing in the artist's mind to let someone........take the reins so to speak. If only to know what it would feel like in order to be better prepared for that time when you would be, Lucy had taken great pleasure in wringing John every which way in their sparring sessions and his boss Ryan had once during their sparring session damn near broke John's leg with the Knightmare submission hold of his. So needless to say the artist was more than aware of what it could be like to suffer under one's opponent.

Didn't help all that much to deal with the pain sometimes however, case in point as the Ripper cranked the artist's neck backwards like he was some kind of taffy piece. It was getting to the point that John was actually able to move his eyes upward and was able to see Jackie atop him giggling down at him, the scribe of the conquest would grit his teeth in pain. Grinding them even as she applied the pressure to his back and neck area, it was gonna take more than this to make the artist submit he would swear inwardly. John swallowed his nerves as his eyes would make contact with the Ripper's own upside down ones, knowing that she'd likely be looking for a weakness in them........

Jack would smirk before she would try to move her head forward a bit as she bend his head backward little more, enough so they can see each other, she would smirk before give him a kiss to his forehead before continues the pressure, of course she figures that John would be giving up soon as she add a bit more pleasure, believe that's enough for him

Next she would add little more pressure, hoping she would end this quickly as she look down and smirk at John, hoping he would tap out soon as she sit on his back

John was being cranked backwards here harder than he'd been in quite awhile, almost like the Ripper was putting him through a torture device that was made to punish those foolish enough to go up against. God the pressure on his neck was getting really, really hard to deal with at this point. The Ripper was enjoying herself very clearly now that she had the scribe of the conquest right where she wished him, this was very clear to John as she shuffled herself forward so that she was present in his upside down vision.

Jackie leaned in close and kissed the forehead of John, he was no fool. This was fully meant to be a teasing gesture on her end, the Ripper was confident in her dominance of the artist. Her lips felt warm against the cold skin of John here, if he wasn't being tortured in this way it would have been actually pleasant.

But in that brief moment John had all he needed there to try and make his escape, after Jackie had kissed him the artist would try and get his arms up to her head as quick as he could and try and give her a rake on the eyes. It wasn't the most graceful counter but at this point the artist was just desperate for any sort of reprieve now, if he managed to get a good lock onto Jackie's head there it'd let him hopefully crawl away and get his bearings. God that neck hold was sore, the Ripper probably had more in store for the artist. But he wasn't ready to lay down just yet, even if the Ripper smelt proverbial blood with her recent success......

Of course, she wouldn't be prepared as he give her a surprise rake as she roll back while holding her eyes in pain, she wasn't prepare for it, so she didn't had any way to defend it as she try to stand up while rubbing her eyes in pain, she would try to back away to a safe distance as she pants and groan before she manage to open her eyes "You...fucker..."


She manage to curse as she try to run toward John, she would try to jump as she aim to give him a drop kick to the chest, of course, if she miss, she would be in quite the trouble as she glare at the artist for the move against her eyes as her eyes still hurt even now as she groan in pain.

John had managed to get himself a reprieve there, it was a short one however and the artist was fully aware of it. Jackie might have been acting fresh, granted she was doing a bit better than the scribe thus far with her offence. But her mind games weren't gonna get her very far there with the artist, used as he was to that field thanks to Lucy. Still though the lad was quite beaten up by this point. The cold weather of midnight in Kyoto wasn't helping with his senses, his skin was practically numb at this point. How the hell was the Ripper being fine in this cold weather with that thong and bra? Must have been all the leather John reasoned.

Still though Jackie kept up the pace, rushing at the artist with a dropkick. Given the battered state of the artist and the cold weather he was in John wasn't as fast as he could be, however his experience as a former title holder rang through for him. John quickly stepped back a bit, just enough to avoid the Ripper's attack. Her legs weren't as good as her hands it seemed, which was good for the artist. As he was able to get hold of Ms Jackie by her lower limbs and lock them in his arms. She might have thought that John was going to attempt some sort of hold like a boston crab, but instead John decided on a more power based attack here.

"Let's go swinging Saucy Jack!" John would say with a smirk as he'd attempt to heft up Jackie with his upper body strength and take her a swinging with.....well a giant swing of course!

Jackie would charge at John as she try to goes for a dropkick, try to force him back, but of course, she would miss as she drop to the mat before she start swing her, causing her to widen her eyes in surprise as she groan dizzily 

She would try to escape, but there weren't anything to do other than hope that when John let go, she would landed at a better and softer place as she prepare herself, she would brace herself for the landing when John would let her go as she glare at him while grit her teeth in anger