Mike looking for his room (for MrsIffy)

From Phe's reaction... it seemed that Mike's little joke was outta line.... again. "It looks like I can't get it right lately..." he thought about his late mistakes on treating his lady opponent.

Her soft touch suddenly become like an iron vice around his neck "Aaaggk!" came out of Mike's mouth as he felt the grip on his neck tighten harsly. He actually thought about saying something but at the end he kept it to himself for 2 simple reasons: 1) He didn't want to annoy Phe in the first place, so obviously he wouldn't say anything to further annoy her. 2) He had to take care of his air supply as much as possible since she was starting to taking it away from him. "Gee... if she didn't like my jokes she could've just told me..." were his hidden thoughts.

So for now Mike tried to stay as calmed and quiet as possible, gritting his teeth and trying to find a way out. The first thing that came to mind was smashing his free elbow against her ribs... but for some strange reason, he felt he couldn't do it.... not to her.... so he ended up grabbing her forearm tighter than he already was, in hopes to pull it out, or at least loosen the pressure he was receiving.

But then Phe decided to go play with his earlobe.... which was indeed one of Mike's sweet spots. Feeling and hearing how she was sucking and breathing in his ear... send thousands of waves through his nervous system, making his grip on her arm a lot weaker to a point he was again more holding onto it than anything else. His eyes wide shut and shivering a little in pleasure.... she already had a hold to his body... but now she was taking over his mind as well... at the same time her little appetizer was starting to get him aroused.

Small moans started to mix up with his attempts to breathe "NNnnnnhhhhh..." his legs were becoming heavier and his knees started to feel like jelly.
Still conscious but clearly getting weaker by the moment, eventually Mike would end up bending his knees, slowly digging them on the carpet, which would give Phe even more leverage to keep the hold.

Mike right now was totally at Phe's will, the only question was how long could Mike hold out until he runs out of gas... and goes into slumber land.

"Today just isn't your day, ain't it, Mike?"

Phe allowed the fleshy part of his ear to plop out of her mouth so she can speak.

"Looks like you aren't cut out for this sort of thing...."

Phe could've took this time out to laugh, but then she felt the grip against her arm strengthen for a little bit before turning back into puddy again. If Phe didn't know better, she'd say that this guy was confused. Could it be that Mike actually had a chance to escape but deliberatly chose NOT to?

What a pansy...

At any rate, Phe will decide to raise the stakes on the rock star's perdicament by falling backwards, and bringing the both of them down to the carpet with Mike's body on top. From there, she will then attempt to hook one of his legs with hers, taking away its ability to move. The sleeper would still be fastened as tight as ever.
As an added bonus, if Phe's little manuever went through, she might even take her other bare foot and rest it on his navel, dangerously close to the man's groin.

Phe was right on both things she said.

Today for sure wasn't Mike's day, and he wasn't used to this type of fighting AT ALL... this was his first encounter with sensual fighting, so he wasn't expecting this kind of situations.... something that the girl was expertly taking advantage of. The girls plans had worked out pretty well so far, and it looked like if Phe had a special charm over Mike.

It was Phe's touch combined with her little ear-sucking that was mesmerizing Mike at the moment and the whole ordeal controlling his mind, so the lost of strength on his grip was all her doing, rather than Mike's own will at all...

But as she parted ways with his trapped earlobe to talk, Mike's own instincts pushed the override button in his brain, breaking the spell she had on him, "Wake up mate! Quit being such a moron and do something! We're gettin' our ass handed to us!" bringing him back to his crude reality.

As Mike opened his eyes, they were already on their way to the floor, and as soon as they landed he gritted his teeth once more, now digging his fingers and tightening real hard the grip he had on her choking arm, and pulling on it "NNnngghhh!!". He was too busy doing that to prevent Phe from hooking her leg with one of his own, and placing her other bare foot, teasingly on his navel and really close to his crotch.

Feeling his back resting on her 2 ample pillows, her touch and her teasing foot down there, was arousing him for good, and calling out his friend from downstairs to come up and say hello.

Blushing from both her teasings and the effort to keep breathing, Mike tried to answer the girl's teasing questions "Y-you.. cann-n s-say that-t..." pointing out she was right in what she said. At the same time he tried to also dig his trapped hand fingers, on Phe's lean and feminine belly, as he kept pulling with his other hand.

He was clearly in a bad situation, having the girl coiled around him like an anaconda snake-girl, squeezing and teasing him at the same time... but he would at least put up a fight till the very end... despite Phe having clearly the upper hand right now...

Oooh, to fuck him? Oooor, NOT to fuck him....

A tough decision that a girl has to make once she wins the match. She was positive enough about her current standing, now, to say that the fight was as good as 'in the bag'. Whatever that means....Sigh, times like these made her wish she was more fluent with cheesy english phrases.

"So, after we're done, you mind being the sub-wha---OOOOW!"

Damn Mike's claws! I guess she never bothered to tell the guy that her velvet like cinnamon skin was extra, extra sensitive.

"Damn! You're gonna leave a mark!!"

Her arm had already began to burn from Mike's powerful grip. In order to protect her skin and ensure that she was to remain beautiful in the morning, she had to loosen her grip just a little. But then, she felt something else clawing at her belly. Yet, instead of pain....

"Hehehe....hehe.....heh.....hehHAHAH-*snort*-HAHAHAAAA!"

Tears filled her eyes. She just couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

"HAHAHA-*snort* HAHAAH*snort*HHAA"

Phe released the hold and rolled away, catching her breath and whiping the tears from her eyes.

Mike was relieved when Phe surprisingly let go of the hold, he stood for a second looking at the ceiling and taking as much of a deep breath as he could, starting to cough heavily, his lungs filling up again. That hold had taken a toll on him.

Mike then rolled to his side, trying to get up, but for now he stayed on all fours, still coughing, but her healthy, unexpected and fun laughter, made him chuckle and smile a little between his coughs and air sucking. "Heh... gotta love it when ya see her laugh like that... too bad it ain't thanks to my silly jokes..." he thought as he took one hand up to his neck in order to ease the burn he felt in his throat.

"... focus mate, keep ya head on the fight! Or she'll be again wiping da floor with yo' ass in no time!" he kept on talking inside his head as he was trying to collect himself again.

Damn! Sunovabitch done went and tickled her! What a sly, crafty move that was. Yep. Reeeeeal smart. Or was he just lucky? Besides, Phe couldn't recall herself discussing her hidden weakness to Mike, earlier, has she? She could'nt have. That would've been plain dumb.

"Okay, Mike....that was lucky! Ok? L-U-C-K-Y!"

She spelled it out as to make sure the rocker understood her point. Signs of laughter had already disappeared and is now replaced with a look of hate in her eyes.

Now, you're gonna, like, soooo pay for that! First, I'm gonna make you squiiiiirm and flail about like a fish out of water.....theeeeeeeeeeeen....I'm gonna
make you hurt sooooo soooo badly.....and after that, I'm gonna make you miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!

Suddenly, the stereo started to blast a generic evil fanfare through the speakers--just in time to cue for Phe's maniacal laughter.

"HHAHAHAHA*Snort* hahahahahaha*snort*snort*"

Mike was on his way to stand up, when she told him he was lucky.... he for sure knew that. Not in even in his dreams he thought that maneuver could've worked that well... specially in the way it did.

It was then that Phe showered him with angry words, that seemed to be her plans for Mike's near future... let's just say for now, that those plans didn't include a quiet walk in the park.

He was fully on his own two feet, when the speakers blasted an evil fanfare to go along with her laughter!

"What in da name..." Mike said as he stood there, in a bit of a shock from such synchronized display... with a face kind of like this --> •__•U

"Told you that bitch was crazy..." A familiar voice was heard through the closet door. Normally, Phe would've been angry and all that type of shit as soon as she hears a comment like that. Buuuut, I guess she was too focused on herself to give a fuck.

With a dramatic pose, following by an even more dramatic point in Mike's direction, Phe smirks, then parts her lips once more.

"Now, Mike...prepare....to get....FUCKED!"

That would be his only warning. After that, Phe would suddenly begin to charge Mike at full speed.....but totally forgetting about that G.I.Joe figurine-piece-of-shit on the ground.

"Woooop!" Phe yelps, then, like a dumbass, she falls on the carpet...facefirst.
What will Mike do now? He is at a prime chance to capitalize on Phe's clumsiness. This might be his only free opening, then, he might actually have a chance to avoid Phe's evil, twisted, dark clutches and escape this room without having to get "fucked"!

Whatever that means....

(Lol)

Mike saw her charging at him, and raised his hands in anticipation, preparing himself for her attack.... until she yelped and smashed face-first into the carpet!

Mike had to do his best to hold back a loud laughter, feeling he was about to burst out. But he was finally able to remain cool.

And there it was, the beautiful girl having her face slammed on the floor, at his feet and open for any attack, just what he needed... right?

Call him dumb, but Mike was a man of honor. He wouldn't take advantage of her in that situation, specially since Phe gave him time to recover a while ago... he felt that if he couldn't beat her fair and square, then he didn't deserve to win at all... whatever the consequences may be...

At least he wasn't dumb enough to rush to her aid... he already did that when they met... and instead, he took a couple of steps back.

"Phe... you ok baby?" he asked sincerely, not being able to hold a little smile in his face, keeping an eye on her all the way.

Slowly, inch by inch, Phe dragged herself back on her feet. Normally, an average person would've died from a fall like that. However, Phe was lucky.

"Whoa...I'm alive...what a relief..." Phe muttered under her breath. She had fallen on her face numberous times--even at childbirth(don't ask how). Eversince then, she swore that the next time she fell like that would be the fall that kills her. Oh well, maybe next time, eh?

Once she was able to clear her head, she noticed a blurry image of a blonde haired man. Mike! Of course! The match! How could she forget?
Phe straightens her hair and whipes the smudged mascara from her face. After that, she'll launch a few high kicks into the air before throwing out another cheesy one-liner.

"Boy, I've got you now!"

Phe will close in again, curl her fingers into a tight ball of pain, then swung one cross for the man's jaw, then followup with another with the opposite fist.