Aaaah...time to relax...and NOT fight (Phe'a VS The Mad Max)

Phe had to take a moment to laugh a little inside. She was starting to really like the name, Queen. It suits her sooooo well, I mean look at her!
If her Gucci shades and prada running shoes never declared herself as royalty, nothing did. Phe liked Max's style. It was about damn time somebody treated her with respect instead of just wanting a quick fuck out of her.

"Alright Max...no strikes allowed though. Purely grappling...."

Phe gets into a grappling stance and throws her hair to one side.

"In the country I'm from, men come first....and I'll be sure to make you do the other one as well...."

She winks at Max, hoping that he'd catch the filthy double meaning.

Max just continued his smirk as he bowed, if not a bit mockingly. "It'll be an honor my Queen, but you," he lifted his head with a glint in his eye,"may have to wait for the other one...at least for it to be me first," he said with a wink as he got into his own grappling stance. What to do? She requested his first move, but he didn't want to give away much. He slowly approached Phe with a smile, different from the grin from before.

"How about we see just how strong we are, after all, I imagine if you're here, and you think you can make me be the first one, then you would have to be able to come full force with somebody like me." As he spoke, he raised his hands towards hers, asking for the test-of-strength.

Phe inched herself closer to Max with her arms raised, looking to be ready to clinch with Max in a test of strength. Once thier fingers managed to touch, Phe will attempt to grab hold of one of the his arms and twist it, bending it at the eblow while making her way behind the Max's back.
If her speed manages to get her this far, she will complete her Hammerlock by using her free arm to apply a rear choke hold, as well.

Max was already planning a deceitful feint with the grapple, but it seemed like Phe was one step ahead of him, putting him in a particularly skillful hammerlock. Reacting as quickly as he could, Max had gone for a dirty trick to reach for the long hair of the beauty as he felt his arm squeezed against his head, inadvertently countering the choke hold, but not without putting himself in a strange predicament.

"You're good with your hands, my Queen" he would say in a little strained of a tone,"but how are you with your feet?" As the words were leaving his lips, Max would attempt to tangle his left foot around Phe's ankle, shifting his weight backwards to attempt to push the two of them to the ground. If successful and if Phe's grasp loosens, Max will attempt to pounce away, keeping his eyes on Phe.

Phe let out sharp yelp as she felt the roots of her hair being yanked from her head....

"Aahhhh.......uuuuhhh..."

....then, that very same yell of pain soothed down into an amorous moan. Phe just loved having her hair pulled. Some women found it degrading, tacky and just plain torturous, yet to Phe...well...for now, though, this wasn't the time for her little bedroom games to interfere with her match. Moving on!

"Uugh!"

A heavy, yet sweet sounding puff of air left her lips once her toned back meets the grass. Since Max was so generous to tangle one of his legs with hers, she would simply use that against to you from getting up from the floor. Her other leg would also attempt to hook behind one of your free legs, and her chocking arm only strengthened more against his neck.

Another breath of air blows against the back of her his ear. The lean muscles in her forearm would pulsate against Max's carotid arteries, as well as closing off a mojor jugular vein, looking to put Max out in her bloodchoke in just a matter of seconds.

"Uggh!!" was that Max could manage to muster with the choke applied. He felt his legs pry apart as you grapevined him, only putting him in more of a predicament, beginning to feel himself start to feel a little whoosy due to the lack of bloodflow. His only means of defense was his grasp on your hair, pulling it more, while wiggling his body against yours to try and escape. Weakly, he spoke, "H-hey..you're ruining the fun, here!" something which he couldn't seem to keep from grinning a bit at, for the secret lover of pain was..well having fun in all honesty.

"Nu-uh....I'm only getting this out of the way...."

Phe closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales against the back of Max's neck.

"After this, then we can start our real fun..."

She would assure him just before her head jerked violently to one side from the hairpull. The pain stung like a sharp needle stabbing itself into her brain, but she loved the way it hurts...loved the way the pain burned.
The only things that were better was the smell of Max's sweat and damp skin lingering in her nose, the feel of his body growing weaker against her, and his fading voice.

In it's truest form, his breathlessness was a sweet suffocation so potent, that it left a sting of flavor on Phe's bottom lip.

"Maaaax...."

His name was like melted candy in her mouth. Without saying another word, her forearm pulsates with another surge of life against his neck. Her full lips, tainted with cinnamon, would ease itself close to Max's ear. Then, they will suddenly embrace his earlobe and swallow its flesh into the dark, heated caves of her mouth.

From here on, all Max could feel was her throbbing arm muscles, milking out your oxygen, and sucking sounds of her lips on his ear.

Only getting it out of the way? Max's smirk grew a bit at this, still trying to get what air he could, although deprived of oxygen-rich blood, which seemed to be causing him to fade more and more, his grasp on Phe's hair loosening a bit. The warm feel of her breath on the back of Max's neck was soothing yet arousing, seeming to cause his blood to flow a bit faster.

"Maaaax..." was heard quite well, said with such sweetness that it only added to his pleasure in his own pain. He wanted to respond, squeezing out as calm and breathless of a response, "My Q-queen?" Her arms were strong, throbbing against his throat, his consciousness still fading. As if subconscious, his twisted arm attempted to rub against the body of its captive, rubbing the smooth, tight abdomen of Phe. At this, he felt the strangely stimulating suckling on his ear. Was she just teasing him? Bringing him near unconsciousness while trying to arouse him? If so...she may just be working him like an expert mechanic.

Her tongue made a wet trail over her bottom lip before she sucked in another breath, then finally, expelled hot air against your ear once more.

"Maaaaax? Going to bed now? Hmmmmmm?"

Phe's voice was tender, soft and nuturing, a complete contradiction to how her muscles were working to make the man blackout so suddenly. While Max choked on his last bits of air, Phe was having everything planned out. The remainder of thier encounter would be perfectly designed to cater Max.
One thing is for sure was that Max wasn't going to forget thier moment together for a long, long time.

Until that would happen, though...Phe still needed to tame this little beast. While keeping her hold locked, Phe will kick off her shoes, and begin to rub her bare sole on Max's groin, looking to make the big man swell to life even without any oxygen in his lungs.

How teasingly cruel was she?

His vision was going faint; everything seemed to just be fading away into sweet darkness. The hot breath on Max's ear was enough to sooth him, further calmed by almost motherly-tender words of: "Maaaaax? Going to bed now? Hmmmmmm?"

Max could no longer draw breath enough to respond verbally to his seductive and deceptively powerful opponent. His hand lost its grasp entirely on Phe's hair as it fell down, towards the bare leg of the foot rubbing against his groin, an act of Phe's that was working best in combination with her assault. The free hand tried to get a grasp on the leg, almost trying to use Max's last breath of strength to dig into it, unsure whether to run it up and down in retaliation, attempt to waste the remaining strength to pry the leg off, or to gently try and run it up towards Phe's own "sweetspot" in sensual retaliation.

His consciousness was hanging on by a thread, almost unable to decide.