Adin Kollen vs Eske Mal

Just how did she manage to keep those glasses on her head in a wrestling match? Must be one of the great mysteries of our time.

Regardless, Adin didn't hang around to dwell on it. With his opponent again on the ground, this was his chance to gain momentum once more. She had barely hit the ground when he made his move; the Diva Lad would attempt to take hold of Eske's left leg while facing away from her, shifting the girl over onto her back. Tucking her shin behind his knee and her hip against his own shin, he'd then get to work with her right leg, wrapping it in front of her left and through his own legs so her foot came out in front. With the girl's legs tangled (hopefully) around his own, Adin made to jab both index fingers into the air.

“Time to go for a ride, baby!”

The male would spin himself around again, landing onto the canvas and forcing Eske onto her stomach. While laying there, Adin gave a small chuckle as he bolted her down in an inverted figure four leg lock...one of the rare spinning, but still excruciating variation.

“When you want to get off this ride, just lemme know.” He teased.

Eske had a pretty extended knowledge of moves, but had no idea of their physical affect. Too much time reading and not enough time actually do I would show itself as Eske was affected by the spine inverted figure four leg lock. What a mouthful...

She makes a very dog yell out. Her close fist pounded the canvas. Her legs would shake around, as well as her feet. She didnt like this. "Mmm....Ngh...C-Come on..." She reaches for the ropes. But they were so far...

Adin wasn't a sadistic individual, but he couldn't help but take amusement at her predicament. Mind you, he'd feel a little more guilty if she hadn't acted so callous to him earlier. And so he maintained the hold, smirking at the almost adorable way she tossed and squirmed in his submission hold. He weighed a hand down upon her foot, applying additional pressure as he reinforced the hold with a shake of his body. The Diva Lad's smirk began to fade into a light frown, as he watched Eske outstretch her arm hopelessly for the ropes.

"I'm not so sure entering a wrestling federation was the right idea for you. But you can end this, Ms. Writer." He warned her. "Y'know how some books have different stories depending on which page you turn to? Now's your chance to pick the page that saves you from further pain! Tap!" His voice was urging her to be sensible, to understand just what kind of situation she was in. He wasn't planning on letting her go anytime soon!

Eske feels his hand come down on the sole of her boot. She makes a pained and panicked cry as she felt further stress on her leg. Eske hears Adin prompt uer submit. But she she filed now by a new small fire. "What did you just fucking say? How dare you compare the wondrous joys if writing and wrestling with a garbage choose your own story book?! It takes all of the joy away. No creative writer would dare stoop that low! $

She struggles more as she ranted and berated Adin.

Er, wow.

Adin was blindsided by Eske's sudden ferocity. He figured she was big on writing, but this showed she was clearly passionate about it...and she didn't take Adin's teasing jab lightly. She was throwing herself literally around at this stage, her rage making it increasingly difficult for Adin to even keep a hold on her.

He gritted his teeth, but it was like trying to cage a wild animal. He felt his grip on her boot slide, tried to press his own leg wrapped around hers to prevent her from escaping, but her violent shaking ended up prevailing. Adin was actually thrown aside, rolling a short distance away from the writer and only just managing to land himself on all fours, staring down at the canvas in shock.

"Damn..." He muttered, his back to her as he tried to process what had just happened. "You, lady, need to take a chill pill!" He took a couple of breaths to regain his senses before he took hold of the nearby ropes, hoisting himself up and turning to Eske's direction to see where she was herself.

Eske had finally gotten out of the powerful clutches of Adin. She struggled a bit to her knees, and then entered another struggle to get up on her feet. Eske looked over her shoulder and looks at Adin with a death glare. Fire was in her eyes. Not only angered by that horrid taunt he tried to pass off, but also feeling in a vengeful mood for that especially dastardly move.

By the time he was getting back up, the writer was already making her way towards him, ready to put the pain on him twofold of what he just did to her. Cracking her fists, Eske made a few angered breaths. A fist would come flying at Adin soon after.

With the aid of the ropes, Adin picked himself up and began to turn towards the writer. But she had recovered and was moving faster than Adin had expected. In fact, her fist was already launching towards him-

*WHAM!*

"Gnrk!" Her knuckles connected against his face dead on, snapping his head back and sending him reeling. For such a petite looking girl, she sure knew how to deck a guy. His smooth face (which he took care of with daily cosmetics) was stinging, and his back fell against the turnbuckle with his hands on the ropes. There, Adin rested, his head swimming from the blow.

That punch felt good, having her knuckles slam into Adin. Eske felt the sting of her hand though, but didnt care for it much. Adin was in much worse shape. "Im going to break you for your defamation of writing..." She would reach down to grab his legs and proceeds to pull him out from the ropes and to the center of the ring.

His vision isn't entirely clear, but he's aware of the writer gal approaching him. Blur though she may be, her threat is menacing and tinged with a ruthless tone. Teasing her about her biggest hobby was starting to seem like a horrible idea. Before he's even aware of it, Eske is yanking him by his legs, dragging him on his back towards the center. Adin murmurs a protest, but her grip is strong and his head is still burning from her punch. So he lays in the middle of the ring, in a perfect set up for her attack.

Eske wasnt strong enough to keep down Adin with most submissions, even in his more weakened state. The writer didnt have the build to force a submission from him with strength. So she had to be technical, with anyone in fact. Dragging him to the center, she propped his upper body up and put him in a rear naked choke hold.

"Tap or nap...." She hissed in his ear.