Eye Of The Storm

In spite of Akino's ocular debility being an exceedingly unique affliction, she truthfully never noticed anyone else backstage who shared in her particular visual handicap. And if some smartass ever remarked that maybe it was because she didn't see them than Akino hoped that joker was just as smart when it came around to resetting his shoulder back into his socket. In all likelihood this was all due to mere happenstance and her own prickly nature which assuredly served as an intimidating repellent for anyone backstage desiring to make friends. All for the better, she figured. Unsettling silence interspersed with amateurish attempts at small talk would abound if Akino were to ever cross paths with a fellow cycloptic sister. Learning that Senji has thrown down with other eyepatch sporting damsels would have taken Akino aback from the sheer coincidence of it all, and honestly make her feel a tad less special considering she wouldn't end up being his first...submission, to a lady of her ilk, that is. Speaking of which, it turns out Senji's answer to the million dollar question is...

"Hmm~..." Akino furrowed her brow in contemplation to his unorthodox but nevertheless insightful retort, instead using his own index finger to playfully tap her pursed lips as she averted her ruminating gaze to the ceiling. Shimmied sway's of her backside further ingratiated him to the supple softness of the back of her thigh. Although perhaps it was little recompense when compared to the ascending tension felt within the air from awaiting Akino's conclusive decision in regards to the ultimate fate of his stiffened arm. Brimming smiles accompanied with guffawed laughter from her had undoubtedly answered his question in advance. "HAHAHA!!! Ah, who am I kidding? You're absolutely right, I'm gonna do whatever the hell I want with this arm of mine. Still though, you already know me so well, boyscout. Our first date and s'like we're already boyfriend and girlfriend." Akino mischievously remarked with maniacal glee in the precursor to eventually motioning backwards to officially wrench in the armbar she'd been threatening him with.

Shame than that her attempted arm torquing went FUBAR on her since by the time she'd completed her backwards plunge she was accompanied with Senji going along with the proverbial flow. The Otaku Maid was initially startled from being settled on her upper back instead of splayed out on the canvas, now gawking up at the unexpectedly adept boyscout situated on his knees. Disgruntled snarls aside from having her plans thwarted, a triangle choke variation was still an obviously advantageous situation to be in. And as an unexpected though nevertheless appreciated benefit, now she had a picturesque view of her favorite boyscout's rasping facials in peak blushing crimson. "Thattaboy. Gonna make me work for it, huh?" Copping a roving feel of her thigh as he struggled to free his other arm just made him look that much more adorably pathetic~...until it seemingly bore fruit with Akino lightening her leg muscles to allow him to wriggle his arm free. An act of mercy explained when Akino would fold her hands behind Senji's head for an application of her Squirm For Me maneuver.

On one hand, he'd been correct. On the other hand, he'd been correct. The next sight...

A grin full of rancor under its sweetness, the reek of c͢or̷r͠up͞ted in̶nocen̶ce.

Still, she deserved the same chance he gave everyone. Now, what to do? He could do an unorthodox frontal strangle but he didn't feel like making it too easy for Akino to hyperextend his arm. If she did snap it, then...well, good thing he was left-handed. Lucky enough, he'd pursued an escape and was successful in getting out of the armbar. Two palms moved along his reddish hair, pressing themselves into the back of his scalp as he struggled. Akino wasn't going to be a wet mop, after all. He was only able to internally accept her drivel. Hard to speak when a clinical sadist is trying to choke you out to prove her point.

As a reminder, the Triangle Choke worked at multiple points. As his right arm was the trapped limb, her right leg would've had to bend around his nape so that she'd be performing it correctly. To complete the rest, her left thigh interlocked with the ankle of her right leg. Textbook application! Quite snug and tight too. Senji let out a inconsensual breath. His arteries had been pinched shut, the ones on both sides of his neck, due to Akino's transition. His right arm pressed into his own upper body, and the fingers on his scalp were meant to force him close into the crushing embrace. Still, Senji would make Akino work for what she wanted.

As a final action, if she was attentive enough, she'd see Senji's dreary eyes scanning her face, looking past her, then moving down to her middle. Any speech came out as a growl of effort to reverberate through her bones as he went to plant a foot on the floor. Then another. Senji gathered his depleting strength and went to lift her rather light body into the air while still in a crouched position. If his work paid off, she'd be on her way to the ground due to a powerbomb-esque move. At worst, as calculated by Senji, her back perhaps hit the ground to take the brunt of it while Akino's scalp bounced against the canvas to rattle the twisted maid properly.

Not that Akino was one to quibble over semantics and small details. But she wouldn't quite label herself as an example of corrupted innocence considering there would've had to have been a time in her life where she was some, cherubic and pure-hearted angel without a sadistic bone in her entire body. The mere concept stretching feasibility in her book, and Akino believed Senji was beginning to share in that dubious probability after witnessing the extent to which her perverse malice stretches. Being born with this hereditary but exceedingly rare eye condition quite frankly cemented within Akino's shattered psyche the notion of coming into this world impure, and tainted.

Thoughts that she allowed fester into a virulent temper, expressed thusly when Senji usurped her armbar attempt with being infuriatingly capable in terms of circumventing submissions on the fly. She thought Senji was cuter when he seemed like easy pickings from the word go. But now he was committing the cardinal sin of having Akino actually put in concerned effort into winning in the first place. The benefits of transitioning into a triangle choke were becoming appreciated immediately though, the warmth of his strained breaths between here trained thighs gave her goosebumps and a luscious twinkle up her spine.

"Mmm~...that's right, handsome. Wish Mama nightnight down there. When ya wake up, you and me'll be seein eye to eye. Mainly cause I'll be rockin' yer socks off, boyscout~..." Akino sweetly insinuated with an upward hip thrust, believing that not even this dullard could be thickheaded enough not to understand the carnal implications. However, the Otaku Maid was beginning to understand other implications as Senji demonstrated a newfound level of strength. Her sole eye widening as she clenched onto Senji's head before bearing the brunt of the powerbomb on her spine, the maid yelping out and undoing her triangle choke. Afterward swiveling over on to her frontside, caressing her back with a snarl.

As a juxtaposition, Senji came into this world as a curious little bundle of joy. That all too familiar tale changed his nature, forcing corruption into him and cracking his heart yet not breaking it. Given his tolerance thus far for the two one-eyed vixens, born out of staring the demon in the face and hitting him, further time would be needed before he decided whether the three women he met thus far would be worth spending his days with or if he needed to keep away.

Amid the dimming sight and the swimming thoughts, a sultry voice wished him sweetened dreams before he found the strength to get them off the ground and force Akino off. Manfully, Senji suppressed a shiver. He caught her meaning all right. She wanted to mount him, nice and proper, for a good riding until one of them couldn't walk right for a week or so. Not being easy pickings complicated that goal, however. Now that she was on her belly, several thoughts came in quick succession.

"Quite a slippery woman, a-aren't you?", came a tired voice. Not out of gas yet.

The first was a check on his body's condition. His right arm felt slightly tingly due to the older girl's compression of it against his own throat. Regarding his mind, blood flow and oxygen was restored and he could think decently again. Enough to where he now saw an opportunity. His analytical mind saw two main options amid a broader selection.

Take The Back ~> Side Lean ~> Rear Naked Choke

Stand ~> Let Akino Get Up ~> One Inch Punch or Liver Punch

Hopefully leaving Akino stunned enough, Senji sought the option that kept Akino in her comfort zone BUT allowed him to gain the advantage. The younger lad darted forward to scrambled onto Akino's back in a hasty mount of the back. As such, Senji quickly aimed to plant his right foot on the ground while trying to grip Akino's right wrist down by her side. This would cause them to lean towards their left side and get Senji enough purchase to wrap his arm around her throat until it was slotted into the crook of his elbow. To support his arm, he abandoned control of her right arm in favor of establishing a gable grip between his left and right hands. Finally, with only a single right hook inserted on her right thigh's inside, she'd likely find a great pressure aiming to squeeze both sides of her throat.


He wasn't so barren of mercy as to not allow her release if she submitted as he hoped~.

Varied and robust were the techniques that dedicated grapplers could utilize in counteracting whatever suffocating or arm-contorting submission they may very well find themselves the victim of. However, it was a particularly nettling pet peeve of Akino's whenever she'd subdue adversary's after practically demonstrating a veritable clinic of grounded mat-based techniques...only for all her hard work to become undone because of a surge of adrenaline and a "Y" chromosome. Certain physical advantages enabled Senji to attain a degree of strength Akino just wasn't genetically pre-disposed to. The Cycloptic Submissionist aggravatingly reminded of this as she was hauled upward with a look of terror across her face, fleeting though it was after the meteoric impact.

"HAGH!!!!...Ahhh...fuckin' hell..." Akino colorfully vocalized with snarling vitriol after the cumulative effects of the powerbomb started taking their toll, rattling her sensibilities with scorching soreness trailing up her spine. Instinctively swiveling herself around to remain on her front side in order to alleviate whatever aching discomfort from her back and subsequently vent her scathing frustrations into the ring canvas her face was currently mashed into. She was understandably uncaring about where her adversary currently was in the midst of her stewing misery, but Senji's commentary clued her in to the fact that the boyscout was still behind her and apparently still recuperating himself given how strained his breathing seemed to be. Maybe she had some time to turn things around.

"...Tch...Yer the one callin me slippery. Boyscout who can't stay still for five fuckin-" Or not. Akino balked from Senji interjecting himself via mounting her from behind, and not in the salacious manner she might have been down for later tonight after a few drinks. The maid huffing out from being flattened back down to the canvas beneath the opportunistic redhead, masterfully manipulated into swiveling into the direction he chose and locked into a rear naked choke. Knowledgeable enough about this maneuver to recognize how screwed she might be, squirming panic enabled her to pivot them once again until Senji's back was against the canvas. Patting her foe's arms to check for any alleviation as she seethed bitterly. Although accompanied by the maid's juicy backside bobbing and swelling against his package in the process...

FINALLY!

He had gotten somewhere quickly as opposed to nowhere fast. His left arm curled around her neck, cutting off her bloodflow just as she did him only several seconds ago. He somewhat aggressively arched his hips forward to keep her in place by bending her midsection outward, although he was gentle enough to not contort her spine too much.

His arm curled ever tighter as it sought submission, the hold receiving its answer with slaps against his arms before Akino fell into a short slumber. As soon as she finished the fourth, Senji unwrapped his left arm from around her neck and put both hands up in a sign of nonaggression. Senji pulled his leg from her thigh and settled it parallel to Akino's side. After their bout of competitive cuddling, Senji didn't remove himself from behind her. That was more so a product of him already entering the contest winded from previous exercises and ended somewhere in the range of tired. Quickly now, he became aware of his package pressing against her rear.

Well, this wasn't quite what he wanted, per se. His solution? Ignore it and don't make it any bigger than it already is. This situation, that is. Liking someone on the mats wasn't very taboo. Falling all over each other, so to speak, was. Especially when this polar opposite to Vivienne was making it very clear she had an perverted interest. However, he'd only known Akino for under a day. If he spent some more time with her, maybe it'd turn out she wasn't completely insane and the flaring in his face could convert into something with substance. Completely being the operative word. Best case scenario, he could bring her blissful happiness.

Outside of his thoughts, Senji moved his hand to her head and ruffled his rightmost palm within her blue hair. That should cheer her up a little if his luck didn't snap at him. Now, Senji retracted his arms to rest on his bent knees while getting oxygen back into his own lungs. From here, Akino's potential options perhaps ranged from seething in Senji's lap, calming down, getting out when she was ready for another round if she wanted to, etc.

"You're okay? Do you see my point now?"

Refraining from panicking took no small degree of patience from Akino. Unfortunately her reserves of which has been steadily being sapped the longer this boyscout refused to just offer his submitting gesture or at the very least fall into a serene unconscious state. A dangerous possibility that the cycloptic maid was now becoming increasingly fearful and became increasingly plausible considering the strained torquing Senji's arm's were applying upon the carotid artery in her neck. The lack of downtime in between his powerbombing escape and snugly applied rear-naked choke left Akino scant few seconds to collect her thoughts before finding herself in yet another dire situation. One that she coincidentally did not need to concern herself with considering Senji would abruptly relinquish the hold, befuddling Akino after catching her breathe with a few raspy coughs. Flinching cutely with a slight blush from being patted from behind and spinning around to address him directly.

"...Tch...All I see is an overeager schoolboy who released the hold and misinterpreted my actions!!! I didn't submit, you airheaded ginger!!!" Akino bitterly replied with scolding intonations to her vocals, soldiering herself back up to her feet and fatigued in more ways than one. "You bastard...I didn't release you when you were practically blue in the face because I thought you might have still have been competent enough to find a solution. I offered you that respect. But than you show me mercy the instant I start struggling. Now you think you got one over on me, and what's worse, you probably pitied me. I'm not gonna forget this, and you deserve everything this business has in store for you." A disdainful glare would be her parting gift towards Senji as Akino turned her back to him and exited the ring with a beeline being taken towards the locker-rooms. Enraged towards the world at large with a particular emphasis on the stoic rookie behind her.

Perhaps there was happiness to be had, but first came the scorned woman's tirade. Complete with a colored face that match his hair too! Senji looked up at her as Akino got up to berate him verbally. Grunting softly, Senji planted a knee on the ground and pushed himself up the rest of the way with a pulse of his hands. Of course, that didn't stop her speech. Senji did not see what he'd done wrong through the entire thing, if anything at all.

Finally, despite seeming to have no end in sight, Akino finished and promptly turned around to leave. Referring to the 'business', Senji dignified her words with a response.

"So that's what you think? Well, before you give me an offer, you might want to get better than me first, you idiot!"

Raising his tone near the end at his victory as of now being disputed, Senji quickly held his tongue. A minor expletive? It had been a while since that had slipped out. In truth, he'd been annoyed that the woman had assumed so much about him. Any further thoughts were interrupted, however, by a pain from his right side. He was paying for not staying still while defending. His nerves communicated an an aggravation, making his left palm snap to assuage it. Rib wasn't fully healed, right. Not letting the girl see until she was back in the locker rooms, Senji slouched over and trudged towards the edge of the ring. He bent through the ropes before dropping from the short height. Well, that was the end of that, even if it was a bitter note to end on. Collecting his bag and such from where he'd left it - before having interfered with the rookie and Akino's situation -, Senji's grimace turned to the front door.

Dropping his bag, Senji reached into it to pull his shoes and socks out, going to slip them on. Left, then right. He could change when he got home. After that, he could sleep this pain off until it quit hurting. That should be in several days, since it took around 4 weeks for the bones to fuse back together. If the woman was angry and didn't want it, then he wouldn't waste his time dropping everything to chase her. Though, maybe he could apologize later.

Focusing on getting out the front door, Senji shouldered his bag again to weather the journey out of AFW's gym facilities. Based on that angry rant, anything she said before could've been only fiction...or not. This left Akino to let her thoughts stew - for better or worse.