Jean vs Yatori - Special Gym match (complete)

Jean let this go on for a while, then using the hands she gripped Sasha with she would try to slide them behind her back, lock her hands and go for a gGeco-Roman like toss to try and force Yatori down.

(OOC: Sasha? ^_^)

Yatori mimicked Jean's shift from grapple to waist lock, but added a strong bear hug to assail Jean's ribs. It also brought them face to face, their scantily-clad bodies pressed tight and hard, skin upon sweat-soaked skin, a situation both competitive and erotic.

Her right leg, the one competing with Jean's, suddenly made to grapevine itself around its opposite number. Now, if Jean tried to toss Yatori off, she would only end up landing on her back with Yatori still fastened on her, certainly an unappealing situation.

"No," Yatori grunted to Jean, her smile breaking now from her efforts to maintain their stalemate, her forehead perspiring, "I still want to stay on our feet."

((sry))

Jean let out a pained gasp as Yatori's arms tightened around her ribs in the slight bearhug. This caused her leg grip to also slack and weaken so that Yatori could now possibly toss Jean down.

((It's okay. I made the same mistake a couple of times myself. Just caught my notice, is all.))

The weakened pressure against her leg told Yatori that she had gotten to Jean. With her arms still squeezing her opponent, the Mafiosi swiftly unlocked her right leg from its faltering opposite number. She braced her footing and arched backwards while twisting to her left, releasing Jean so that the redhead would land on her front.

If that succeeded, the waiting Yatori would scramble to drape herself onto the vulnerable Jean's back, making to sap Jean's strength with another bearhug, this time from behind.

Yatori was able to straddle Jean. Jean started to make sounds like an injured animal. it seems the bearhug was indeed wearing her down. She tried to crawl away but it seemed clear Yatori was in control.

Jean's snarls only made Yatori tighten her punishing hug. She dug her knees into the mat and made to drag her opponent towards her. She knew Jean would never submit to a mere bear hug- the redhead was far too much the fighter for that-, but the referee might get the wrong ideas, which was what she worried about.

"That's right," she urged Jean, admiration seeping through her gritted teeth. "Keep fighting... keep showing them what you've got..."

Jean's ribs were getting crushed and she was actually close to submitting. She came to a stop and bowed her head still making the pained sounds. She would try to reach down and unbuckle Yatori's grip, grabbing her wrists.

To Yatori's delight, Jean rallied, prying at her wrists with a vengeance. The Mafiosi fought to keep her arms around Jean, but little by little her bear hug was loosened.

Trying to maintain the hold, Yatori leaned into Jean's back, grunting aloud as she made to relink her hands together, her legs straddling Jean's thighs provocatively for anchorage. What Jean didn't notice was that Yatori was aiming her hands somewhat upwards, towards Jean's shoulders.

Jean indeed did not notice Yatori's plot and would simply conentrate on unbuckling her hands.

Yatori fought like mad to regain the bear hug. But, soon as it was clear Jean wouldn't allow it, she would try to pull her wrists out of Jean's grip when the redhead was at her earnest- and upwards, past Jean's shoulders, to link behind Jean's head for a full nelson!