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.

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.

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...

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.