John Carnaby vs Marisa Freya Armfield - Pretty Little Picture

John wasn't one to really do strikes, he certainly could given his background with his fellows. It was just not his main niche, since coming back to Tension however the artist had taken to pushing the envelope a bit more here and there. Plus it gave his opponent something else to have to deal with while he jockeyed around with them and try to get one over on them, as much as John might have an issue with hitting a lovely looking lady like Marisa his lack of greenness in the ring drove him to go for a more pragmatic route in this exchange here. 

He could feel her frame under that bodysuit of hers as he shuffled around with her constricting him, John's keen hands that could feel a grain of rice in a haystack told him she had some muscle there. Sweet, what wasn't however was the fact that Marisa was picking up on this fact and was already taking the efforts to try and prevent the artist from using those renowned arms of his to do anymore injury to her voluptuous form.

The artist winced as the pressure around his body was mounted, but he still managed to do a smirk on his lips at her words and spoke aloud with "Oh believe me.....wounds me just as much to strike such a beautiful form like yours milady......But you know......what your doing......can tell...." Marisa's mind tricks here wasn't going to do much here, John had been around the ring long enough and had seen enough gimmicks to know to keep himself focused, at least out the starting gate at any rate. Had to be cool under pressure and the artist had been in enough fights and art commission deadlines to know that, however this situation was becoming a bit more troublesome that John would like. Still he liked Marisa's style so far, time to try again here........

Gritting his teeth John would use the fact they were so close together and dig down deep here, muttering out with "Now hold tight........" Before suddenly jerking himself upwards and backwards as far as he could go while slinking his left arm around Marsia's back to support her and keep his other arm busy with the empress's grip before leaping back down and getting his arm out the way and make Marisa get back to where she was. But this time it was after a hard impact that was way heavier than a simple elbow strike!

Marisa smiled to herself. Despite the situation not being perfect, it helped her prospects for the match having control over John’s movements. Their positioning in the bodyscissor wasn’t the best one, but after the purple-haired woman managed to get a hold on that nasty elbow of her rival things became much easier on her as the only thing she needed to do was keep squeezing the crap out of John, draining all his energy. It wasn’t likely for that hold to be a match finisher, but it could really help softening her rival, and it boosted Marisa’s morale a lot seeing how she was capable of rendering a man much heavier than her defenseless like that.

Still, there were some signs of struggle coming from John. First of all was that elbow he crashed against Marisa’s ribs, but there was something else, something deeper. No matter how playful the combat seemed for both contestants who looked like they were having fun, John Carnaby wasn’t falling for Marisa’s mind games, and was in fact devising some of his own. When the man started catcalling her in that bombastic way she couldn’t help but roll her eyes and puff. “Isn’t that the gaudiest pick up ever? Do you really get the ladies with th… Woah!!” Marisa’s retort was cut short when the woman realized John used his comment as a distraction in order to make his move. Now John was showing that even if he wasn’t bigger than the purple-haired he could lift her in a show of prowess.

Knowing what was coming next, Marisa clenched her teeth and braced for impact. “Uaaagh!” She grimaced when her back impacted against the mat. More so, even if she had braced for the hit the woman couldn’t keep her legs locked as a jolt of pain coursed her lower back. Marisa rolled on her side groaning in protest while cupping her back with one of her hands, releasing John in the process. She needed one second to recover her strength after what had been a very smart move coming from the man, using all his weigh and momentum against the now in trouble Empress.

John might have been the sort that preferred technical offence over raw brute force but that didn't mean he couldn't toss his weight around if need be, better to assert his style and gameplan after all. Marisa got a first class drop there from the handsome lad, only the ones that were cheeky and clever enough to warrant it. His remarks to her weren't false statements really though, Marisa was indeed a beautiful lass with a body blessed by the creators and she very much knew it if that sensually tight attire was anything to go by. 

The artist took this exchange with a drawing of a sort of idea of Marisa's style here, she was comfortable on the mat. Didn't seem like she knew jiu jitsu or anything but her quick reactions there spoke of lengthy experience at any rate, excellent. John was fond of mat work to begin with, his artistic nature finding the intricate locks and holds he and his opponent could apply to be far more detailed than flying in the air or doing power moves. 

Now then, the scribe had Marisa a bit more agreeable to his game plan here it seemed. John smirked and would leap right over the empress to get himself around and close to her head area, from there the artist crouched down and would prop Marisa up into a more vertical position, give her a hand sitting up there. Followed up by John quickly and professionally linking and wrapping his arms around in hers to cinch her into a classical full nelson, get those arms up and keep Marisa in front of him there like a puppet on the strings and get ready for a nice little followup after he constrained her nice and tight~

John would then lean in and playfully mutter to the empress "Well I did mean what I said there dear, an artist like myself can't help but remark! Now then, try and deal with this." Mr Carnaby would then shake, rattle and attempt to disorient Ms Marisa here going all over the place shaking the empress lady about while also getting to see her gorgeous mane of hair dance all over the place like it had a mind of its own no doubt. It was taking the artist's willpower to not be too distracted from her lovely fragrance, delightfully fruity it would seem. The scribe was being a tad more playful than he usually was here tonight and it showed, yet his practised techniques still shined through with how well he locked Marisa's arms down there~

The match was still pretty young, but if there was a cool way of describing it so far it could be: “there and back again”. Both contestants had their highlights so far, with Marisa feeling pretty confident in her prospects with that bodysciccors she managed to lock. Tossing and scrambling around while grappling was the area of wrestling with which Marisa felt like a fish in the water and it showed. But John wasn’t a pushover either, and instead of happily take the punishment Marisa had for him and the man showed great resourcefulness in forcing the purple-haired to release him with a good whopping against the mat.

John wasn’t done with just that. The man would use the window of oportunity opened by Marisa being dazed while lying on the mat to reposition behind the purple haired and forcing her into a sitting position. Before she could react, the Empress realized she was being set up for something and that was when the full nelson was locked. Carnaby was making his statement while also having his fun, taking some time to tease Freya as she groaned in pain from the sudden strain on her neck. The woman tried making the sitting position a little bit more unstable by kicking wildly, her heels going against the mat several times, but that only made her huff and puff as she was wasting energy and the hold wasn’t affected by it. In the middle of her plight, and mostly unintentionally, Marisa’s hips jerked as her backside would slightly rub against John’s front, their bodies docking together in the middle of the exhausting hold in a way that transpired some intimacy. Maybe in other circumstances she wouldn’t have felt like that, but with the chemistry shown before, Marisa thought of it as a pretty valid strategy. Since she wasn’t capable of seeing a way out of the full nelson, the woman would keep with that rubbing, trying to weaken John’s grip so she could get a good chance at an escape later by grabbing the man’s hands and trying to pry them open, all that before he could follow up with some more painful moves.

John was no stranger to trying to jockey for position in a wrestling grapple exchange, competing for posture control or locking in a hold was commonplace. The artist was usually taking to this task with calm focus as he tussled and rolled around with an opponent and try to check their movements, though with Marisa's demeanour John was mostly focused on just keeping her locked and whittled down one step at a time. What she'd done so far was telling him it was the best way to go about this, it was his way of also trying to encourage the newcomer to develop a creative way to get past him too. Marisa 

The way he was hitting it off with her here John was being serious but figured he could also see this as a nice little game too of them trying to one up the other, heck the artist couldn't recall the last time he'd actually had.....well fun in the ring even. The empress responded to this by kicking her feet around like a whiny girl that was having a little tantrum at being locked down and held up like a puppet on strings, which was rather endearingly cute in the eyes of the artist here. Still Marisa wasn't going to be a good little girl and sit tight and frankly John would have been annoyed if she had~

Because lo and behold Marisa's shuffling would bring her very curvy rear end brushing into John's hips, almost docking together perfectly here even. The skintight attire of the empress did little to hinder that and it made the artist flinch up ever so slightly, while he was far from being flustered overtly the sensitive brush up did make the scribe stray from the path a bit. The cheeky lass would decide to continue this, letting John get a great view of her hair as it shimmered in the light and the feel of her body that could certainly belong to royalty close to him. Ever one to pay attention to his five senses from an artistic viewpoint John was paying oh so close attention to it, including his touch and he could feel Marisa trying to play coy here and wrangle out of this situation!

"Nuh uh little lady! Just relax why don't you?~" John yelled out as he tried to spring into action to do something about this current predicament, the artist using his creative grappling ways decided to use all his body now here for this. Shooting out his legs to try and wrap them around the waist of the sultry empress lady, at this point John was less of a masterful professional in the ring and more and more like a giant clingy teddy bear trying to overwhelm Marisa with playful torture!

At that point, the current situation was the direst Marisa had faced so far. John was slowly ascertaining control over her movements with that proficient use of a sitting full nelson. The Empress wasn’t capable of finding any weak spot in her rival’s grip, and it was starting to cause a worrying amount of strain in her neck and shoulders. John was also enjoying the situation adding some teasing to it, scolding Marisa for her attempts to escape as if she was some kind of little girl. In any other circumstances the purple-haired would have taken those comments badly since sometimes her pride was her downfall, but there was some good mood in that match, some blooming chemistry between them. No mistakes here: Marisa was a fierce warrior and wanted to get that win to her score, but she was also having some fun and enjoying the constant teasing with that rival since he looked like a good man and also was sprinkling some great wrestling moves. For Marisa, this was a dreamed debut for now, and she would fight to get that win.

Things went from bad to worse as John wrapped his legs around Marisa’s stomach, completing a powerful hold and making even harder for the woman to move a muscle or break free. The squeezing wasn’t that hard though, and Marisa noticed how John was for some reason holding himself back in the squeeze. The Empress had an idea about the reason why he could be doing that, and it was that she noticed him becoming a little flustered before when their bodies rubbed together, even if the man tried to hide it so well. Since she wasn’t finding a way to break free by force, she would use the sultry method. Docking her body harder against John, Marisa would make the man feel all of her back attributes against him. She also turned her head so she could say in a low tone: “Aren’t you enjoying this too much, John Carnaby?” In between words, Marisa would get some pants that showed how she was winded up, but she was sure John could also read some speck of sensuality in them. With this, Marisa would remain vigilant in case the man’s grip had any weakness she could exploit before the damage was bigger.

John was half gritting his teeth and half grinning here at this point, the lad was keeping Marisa locked down as best he could but even so he actually found himself slipping now. Ever so slightly, John stayed focused as best he could here owning to being in similar situations more than once in the past but damn Marisa was proving to be such a wily little minx here that it was testing his endurance in more ways than one here tonight in her debut here! The artist was trying to use all his willpower to focus on maintaining his locked frame around the empress here but his sensual five senses was starting to rear around and drag his focus away here. Honestly the artist was glad Marisa had her back to him otherwise his flustered expression would be quite clear and it wasn't just from the strenuous energy expending that John was using keeping the empress restrained and painfully constrained as he wrapped around her like a big teddy bear just seeking a hug honestly~

It seemed that Marisa figured to abide by the adage of in for a penny and in for a pound here with her current gameplan against John, she might have been playing coy but John knew full well that she was winding him up and oh boy it was actually having a good effect here on the artist. Her skintight attire, her curvy hips that were formed by mother nature herself, the way her hair shimmered in the light and to top if off Marisa shuffled her head around and decided to mutter sweet nothings in the ear of the red faced artist. That was starting to really work its magic, Marisa's honeyed tone and question to John making him breathe out heavily. Oh damn she was royalty indeed, John actually shook ever so slightly entirely from her inquiry.

He leaned forward and to the side with the artist inhaling her delightful scent of her shining mane of hair, John would lean close to her ear and mutter "Come now Marisa, don't tell me....your not enjoying it......" John was starting to find his grip slipping here from the caress of the empress here, he was thinking that his combined assault of locks had likely worn Marisa down a fair bit here. Marisa's sultry whims despite John's experience and will was working to cast a hazy sort of fog there on the artist's mind as his grip loosened just a firm bit there~

It was as if every single moment that led to that point in the match didn’t matter now that Marisa had to admit she was in some sort of predicament. There was John, teasing the purple-haired while using his now proved well built physique to overpower her and render her unable to move while getting some decent damage to her neck in the full nelson. To make things worse he wrapped his legs around her stomach and added some squeezing pressure to the woman, who was now having some trouble to breathe.

On top of that, as some sort of cherry on a sundae, was the man’s attitude, how he was trying his best to get inside of Marisa’s mind and how in some sort of way he did just enough to break her guard and get her in quite a pinch. However, the Empress’ spirit was relentless and no matter how hard it would be for her she wouldn’t just settle for some loss in the form of submission by that full nelson. Instead, Marisa decided to exploit some gold mine she found earlier. No matter how stirrer and provocateur John wanted to sound with his teasing, it was clear that all that rubbing against a woman of her caliber was actually making a dent on his will and also on his ability to maintain a secure and tightly locked hold. Marisa, though, still was focused on getting that desired win, so she would keep going with her strategy no matter how curious she could be about that man.

“Not as half as you, John Carnaby!” As Marisa spoke, she noticed a slight sign of weakness on the man’s grip, and the Empress rushed to force a break as soon as she could. The woman pry John’s legs open and then threw an elbow against his stomach, which got her neck free. Without any time to lose, instead of getting some distance the purple-haired decided to keep up with the pressure. Tackling her dazed rival, she would lie on top of him while she trapped John in a grapevine hold. Her legs would apply some pressure to the man’s but the arms were just fixed in place. With her purple mane cascading from her to him, Marisa forced some sensually tense eye contact as their bodies were now facing each other and oh so close. “So, what are you going to do now?”

John felt the advantage slip away from him more and more as Marisa shuffled around in his locked embrace, the artist tried his damndest to try and keep her on the lockdown and whittle her down bit by bit. The empress however had other ideas here and used the closeness of the two to her advantage, having discerned that John's artistic senses did lead him to become sloppy as he felt her curves and scent all around him and boy was it a treat. 

She was lavender full on and damn was it intoxicating, but the empress was sly and knew this full well now and was able to make her escape here as she was able to claw her way out from John's grasp and counterattack here! She'd get out from his legs and manage to deliver an elbow to his gut to take the wind out of his sails, earning a loud grunt from the handsome artist as he was taken out of that foggy state of mind with that jarring shot to his chest area.

Marisa wasn't done yet with the scribe yet however, because she basically pulled a complete 180 here and tackled down the artist and took him back to the mat. Slinking her legs into his and entwining them together and gripping John's arms and it was fully clear what the empress had in terms of her intentions here with this hold being a classic grapevine that pressed the two together. This move allowed for tight closeness, Marisa's hair sliding down towards John as if to caress his skin in a way that not even her hands could and hiding the two somewhat from the audience here. The artist winced as he felt his legs being spread apart a bit there, but he made certain to have eye contact there with Marisa. 

Honestly John could have lost himself in those delightful reddish brown pools, but he kept himself composed even as a few beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. He'd press his body upwards into the empress lady, testing the strains and see how well she'd apply this hold. His face was flustered with reddened cheeks but John was comfortable on his back even with this......work of art was mounting atop him and he'd simply mutter out "Hah.....ah.....do your.....worst sweetie......"

Before setting a foot on stage Marisa was a complete enigma to both her rival and the crowd. The pressure on a debutant is big since first impressions are powerful, and she needed to leave a good imprint of herself in the people’s mind so her career could properly take off. Sometimes winning a first match isn’t as important as giving everyone gathering on the stands a good show. And that was exactly what Marisa was attempting to do. So far the Empress had shown some of her might with some inventive moves and counters, and even when John had thrown some of his best moves the woman had shown her resourcefullness in escaping dire situations and making the most out of the advantageous ones.

As things were, Marisa was taking good advantage of her position, using a grapevine to render John unable to move while maintaining the pressure. But the Empress was also finding some time to enjoy herself and have fun in that match, and her rival was the main responsible for that. John allowed a mood in which both could still wrestle and compete but also have some teasing sensual tension that threatened to become electric. That was one of the reasons Marisa decided to go for a grapevine hold: it was some move that allowed some body rubbing while it was also to maintain control over her rival, and she knew she was getting inside of John’s mind now.

However, the man would keep with his funny bravado and challenge Marisa to do her worst. As some sort of retaliation, Marisa squeezed the man harder in a way he would clearly notice the strength on her leg muscles as they tensed up. Then the Empress leaned in in a way both of their faces were so close to each other, and the woman’s mane would cascade towards John acting as a curtain between them and the crowd giving the situation some sort of intimacy. “You insult me John Carnaby. You talk much but you lie. You don’t want my worst, you want something else. Why don’t you talk with honesty now?”, she said in a whisper, blowing some breath to the man’s ear after that in order to drive him crazy.