'Radical' Edward Sealgair vs. Saif - To Be Young

Ed would have liked to have put up better resistance, but the wind had literally been stomped out of him by Saif's bare feet, and so, for the moment, he was helpless as the beauty dragged him out from the corner and towards the center of the ring, the pink and white speedo clad boy groaning and panting heavily, trying to catch his breath the whole time.

"Not...gonna...go down...so easy..." he coughed out, trying to put on a brave face on things, despite his current situation not looking nearly as good as Saif looked.

”Perhaps. But you will ‘go down’ all the same, whether it be difficult or not.”

Needless to say, but Saif was hardly fazed by Edward’s defiance. Youthful vigor was something to be admired, true, but there came a point where common sense had to take hold, and she felt they had long since crossed over to that path. As far as she was concerned, this match was over and she had won. She knew it. The crowd knew it. His body knew it. But his mind still needed some small measure of convincing.

So be it.

Once they reached the center, Saif twisted about and rolled Edward to his chest, flipping him over with contempt. She stood over him, reached down, took his wrists in both hands, pulling him up further and further and further still, until he was on his knees. From that position, she dropped into a sit behind him, planted her foot against his back, and pushed forward while she tugged his arms back, forcing his chest out and bending him into the shape of a crescent moon.

Her signature submission, Kneel. ”Submit, Edward.” She gave him a ruthless jerk, stretching him to the limits. ”Or I will break you.”

Oh shit.

Edward could tell that whatever Saif had planned for him was bad. Probably very bad, but between being out of breath and his head still throbbing from that devastating kick, he was in no condition to fight the woman off or counter her, and worse, she knew that.

He'd been outmatched here, and both of them knew it, and she cemented it once she pulled him by his arms up to his knees, and planted that long foot in the center of his back and started pulling, getting a scream out of the young man as she stretched him!

"AHHHHHHH! Stop! Let go!" He cried out, feeling his arms being pulled nearly out of their sockets by the cruel and unrelenting woman, shaking his blonde head left and right when the referee asked if he wanted to submit, ponytail bobbing back and forth.

He should have submitted, he was caught, dead to rights, and he knew it...but every loss of his so far had been by submission. Noomi, Dash, Valley...and every time felt the same, he felt like a complete loser for willingly giving up, and it sucked every time. Now, with Valley Doll, a woman he desperately wanted to impress, watching him? He couldn't let himself submit...but he couldn't escape either...which left only one real option.

Begging.

Biting his lip to keep from screaming as her foot dug more into his back, he tried to keep his voice low, not wanting his mentor outside the ring to hear him as he tried to whisper to Saif.

"...Please...you win, just...not like this..." he said, a whimper escaping his throat as his arms and back burned in agony in her torture hold!

Saif had suffered this move herself, and had felt its effects. Not that she needed to - no, she wanted to experience the effects of every move she performed on her opponents, to know the pain she put them through. It was only right. One should not be willing to give that which they are not ready to receive.

So she could speak with experience and know the agony that Edward was going through. She knew the pain. He was going to submit.

And she was right. In a manner of speaking. Edward did not utter a word of traditional surrender, that much was true, but one would be hard pressed to see his words as anything other than an admission of defeat. He simply did not wish for it to be public. Foolish pride, rearing its head, and she had every right to ignore it. It was not the place of the gazelle to question the lioness.

But, then again, there was something to be said of mercy. Especially if it could be used to draw him closer to the truth.

She took a moment to consider, ponder, and stretched the hold even further as she did so, pushing her foot out for a few more inches. ”I could, perhaps, gift you with a more dignified demise.” She leaned forward, to make sure her hushed words were clearly heard. ”But, in return, after this, you will come to the women’s locker room, and satisfy me, in any way I see fit. Am I understood?”

Oh.

Well.

That was...certainly an unexpected part of the deal. For a moment, Edward considered submitting. Certainly Valley would be far more upset with him for agreeing to fuck his opponent rather than take a clean loss?

Then Saif pulled tighter, her foot dug more into his back and he whimpered, biting his lip to avoid yelling his submission. It didn't matter. He could do it. Hell, he wanted to do it ever since he first saw the lovely being backstage and she had talked about wanting to "know" him.

Ridiculous as it sounded he just...really didn't want to have to tap out yet again...not in front of Valley. As humiliating as what would come next he just...really wanted to avoid that.

Another jolt of pain went through his arms, now at their limits, whatever he did, he needed to do now.

"I...I agree..." He said, whispering loud enough for hopefully only Saif, and possibly the referee, to hear. "Show me mercy, and I'll be yours backstage, whatever you want..."

He blushed saying it, as lewd thoughts filled his head. When the pressure didn't come down though, he spoke once last sentence, hoping it would get her to let go before she pulled his arm right out of his socket!

"Besides...didn't you say you intended to fuck me?" He asked, referencing Saif's own words from the locker room before the match began!

Edward was quite flexible, showing the sort of resilience and tenacity that so often came from a man his age. Saif had fought enough and wrestled enough men to know the difference between one whose body had been ravaged by time and one that was still fresh, a body that had yet to be put through all the rigors that this sport could provide. A rare catch, truly. If Saif had not been the first to have him at his mercy, then surely someone else would’ve come along and see the potential. It was a blessing that he had come her way, and now she had the chance to make the most of it. Though, she doubted he would see it that way.

Still, there was work to be done with this man. First and foremost, she had to tame that tongue of his. At his impertinent final words she gave his arms one last yank, pulling them right to the breaking point, before she let go and shoved him forward with her foot, forcing him to flop over to his chest. ”I said nothing so crude, Edward.” She rose and stretched out her body, raising her arms to their fullest height, putting her body on full display and making sure every muscle was ready. She would need them all.

After the moment passed, Saif went on the move, stepping over Edward’s body with a casual gait. From the sidelines, she could see Valley Doll peering beneath the ropes, looking on as if she expected her protege to mount some last ditch effort, as if there was still a chance to turn things around. She would be sorely disappointed.

Saif sat down on his back, dropping her full weight on the base of his spine to keep him in place. From there, she grabbed his hair and yanked it upwards, forcing his chest to follow and exposing his throat, leaving him wide open and vulnerable. After that, it was a simple matter to reach out and trap his neck with an inverted facelock and pull him back, putting him into a dragon sleeper - her finishing move, the Twisted Coil. A painful hold, yes, but one that would give him the sleep he craved...provided he could endure the hold without submitting.

”You are impertinent, Edward. You do not know when to speak and when to be silent. But fear not.” She redoubled her efforts and squeezed even harder.

”I will instruct you.”

Yep, he fucked up.

Edward could tell he fucked up from the angry way she released his arms and kicked him away from her, causing him to fall onto his side, his arms too sore to even lift, his shoulder joints aching.

It figured really. Ryo said impertinent stuff to women all the time, and it got him fame and dates. Ed tries saying something Ryo would, and now he was kicked onto his front and locked in another, even worse submission hold!

Ed gave a gasped cry, as the vice like grip of her arm squeezed around his throat. Honestly he'd have tapped out anyway, had his arms not been so freshly sore, but it didn't matter, he didnt have much air left in him after her double stomp, and could feel his body shutting down and starting to go slack, as he saw a concerned Valley on the side of the ring.

God she must be so disappointed in him right now.

"I'm sorry...sorry..." he choked out as Saif doubled down, apologizing for his choice of words. It wouldn't matter though, as soon after, his vision would get blurry, dots in his eyes, before the emerald orbs went full, and his body went limp, passing out in her finishing hold!

”Ed! Ed!” Valley called out from ringside. ”Just tap out!”

Valley wasn’t sure what to make of the goings-on inside the ring, genuinely confused by the way things were going down. Edward, bless him, was pretty much outclassed by this weird woman for most of the latter half of this match, and she’d expected him to give in with that last hold. She wasn’t familiar with Saif’s moveset, but that definitely had a finishing quality to it.

But then, out of the blue, she’d switched up. She and Ed had some kind of dialogue, and whatever they talked about must’ve pissed her off, because the hold she had in was an unquestionable finisher. A nastier version of the camel clutch, the kind of thing Valley had tapped to more than a few times in her youth. No shame in that.

Only Ed wasn’t tapping. At all. He just hung in there, holding out for some strange reason, even as life left his body. Fading, fading, fading, until-

The referee gave the signal and called for the bell right away, leaving Saif to drop the hold of her own accord. Which, to her credit, she did, after giving Edward one final squeeze. Without a word or a spare look, she let him flop to the floor and stood up, dusting her bare feet on the mat before she turned to make her exit. Valley didn’t even wait for her to clear the ropes before she slid in. She came to a kneel by Edward’s side, trying to rouse him along with the referee.

”Ed!” She gave him a little shake, careful not to startle him too much as he woke. ”Ed, are you okay?”

Edward wasn't out for very long, the boy groggily opening his eyes after a few shakes, shaking his head and blinking rapidly as he, with help, slowly started sitting up.

"Ugh...Valley? Is it over? What happened?" He asked, the speedo-clad teen still pretty fuzzy after being brutally put to sleep.

Valley had a long, relieved sigh as Edward  came around, blinking back into reality. You never could be too sure with these knockouts. He wasn’t in the hold for too long after he went unconscious, but sometimes a few seconds was all it took for something serious to happen.

”Be still for a minute.” She put a hand against his chest to keep him settled as the referee checked him out, giving him the once over, checking his eyes and all that. She did have some concerns, stuff to go over with him, but that could wait for later.

”You feel okay?”