Chloe Mason vs Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Kick-Off

Toying with your opponent was and is a risky thing in a fight. Some prefer to just dispatch the opponent as quickly as possible, making sure they don't have a chance to come back. But it's less of a risk if you are in solid control of the match. 

Chloe had more tricks up her sleeves, the blonde swarms on the back of Dmitri.Strikes weren't the only thing that Chloe was known for, even mixing stuff on the ground just to wear them down some, but still, keep to the flavour of style that Chloe loves. Her arms wrapped around his neck, locking him in a secure sleeper hold hat has been one of her favourites. As she got her legs coiled around his waist, she has him locked in and wasn't going to let him go until she feels like it.

Sun and Punishment was a move that she would save as a finisher but nowadays she has used it as she pleases. Luckily for Dmitri, her intention was not to have him going to sleep. Rather just whittle away his resistance and sap his stamina. So she needed to do was to hold on. All while he goes into a futile fit as Dmitri thrashed this way and that. Dmitri pulls on Chloe's arm as her slim and sinewy muscles cut into his throat but not giving him purchase.

She grins, her feet press into the inside of his thighs, one way of keeping his struggles to a minimum though he seems to be more focused on the hold on his neck than the one on the bottom. Perhaps he didn't have much knowledge on the ground? A stand-up fighter mainly?

Chloe playfully puts one of her feet, her right foot, on Dmitri's crotch and gently, almost imperceptibly, rubbing it. Looking for some sort of reaction from him.

Here it came. That moment.

Dmitri had been doing this matches intermittently for a while now, enough to recognize certain patterns when he saw them. The way women typically approached the matches, the ebb and flow of it all, the general flavor of these encounters. Through that time, he’d noticed a few constants, and one of them in particular applied here - there was, invariably, a point where things got weird. Or weirder.

That was exactly what happened as he struggled around in Chloe’s grip. It would’ve been enough for him to be there, getting choked by surprisingly strong yet slender arms and crushed by her thighs, but she had to add a sensual element, too. Dmitri gasped at what he first thought was just an accident, feeling her feet brush against manhood.

At first he thought it was just an accident, as she tried to keep his legs under control, but the more this one, the less and less he came to see that as answer. No, she was messing with him. Hard. And, he couldn’t lie, it was working.

Knowing he needed to get out of this as soon as humanly possible, he stopped pulling at her arm and made a desperate struggle to get to the ropes, dragging them both along the mat as he went. All the while, her feet were having a very natural, but no less embarrassing, reaction in his pants, and while his billowy gi could hide it from the audience, he doubted Chloe wouldn’t notice.

The first time she had her foot on his crotch should have told him that this moment was going to come. Not one to have her intentions misunderstood.

It wasn't enough for Chloe to lock in the rear naked choke but add something to spice things up. And why not? Dmitri was a lovely prey, grinning as she heard his gasp. "Ooooh...like that, don't you?" She teased, her foot rubbing his crotch till she could feel the reaction she was looking for. Making her grin even bigger. "So you do like it. Aren't you a naughty boy, getting a stiffy like that." Letting her hot breath tickle his facial features as she whispers in his ear seductively. 

It was then she noticed Dmitri making a break for the ropes, dragging himself and Chloe towards it all the while she has the hold on. Will he manage? Even as her arms were constricting his breathing, it would take his stamina. Let him work himself to get to the ropes. Since he stopped yanking on her arm, Chloe could focus on putting a bit more squeeze on his neck, all the while letting her soles and toes rub his member.

Further. Just a little further...just a little bit…

Making the trek wouldn’t have been the easiest thing if he was only pulling Chloe’s weight along. While she wasn’t fat by any estimation, he wasn’t all that strong by any real measurement, either, not built for this kind of work. Especially not when she was squeezing. And crushing. And talking.

He did his best to block her words out of his head as he soldiered on, crawling and fighting for ever inch. Finally, finally, he was able to make it just far enough, and reached out to grab the ropes, prompting the referee to intervene.

”Rope break!” She called out. ”Chloe, break the hold!”

She knew this position was only temporary, Chloe just keeping the hold locked till she's either bored, merciful or if Dmitri somehow taps out from this hold. Would be too early but she wouldn't mind...

But she's just having fun toying with him, All the while Dmitri was gunning for the ropes to break the hold. Had she been looking to prolong it, Chloe would have pulled him away before reapplying the hold. Could be possible. But Dmitri was still bigger than her and that would take the effort to pull someone heavier than she is. Plus she could be subjected to a counter attack whilst pulling him back to the middle of the ring. For her, keeping the hold on was the safer option. And much more fun as she feels him getting harder below the belt...

Finally, he managed to reach to the ropes and grab onto it, Chloe has a limited amount of time to work with. With Chloe not immediately letting go, the ref was forced to do the count otherwise she would be disqualified. 

"ONE!"

"TWO!


"THREE!"

The small blonde rolled her eyes but it was time to play ball, relenting the hold around his neck and scoot herself backwards, letting his head drop to the canvas. Still keeping that wicked smile, she pushed up to her feet, raising her hands to the ref to show that she was complying. All the while as she turns to face the ref, her left foot "accidentally" swipes across her lips with just the tip of her toes as the ref gets between them.

Sly, manipulative, with clear experience when it came to wrapping women around her little finger. Yes, Chloe was pretty much the exact sort of women his mother warned him about years ago, and he’d fallen right into her web.

She took her sweet time letting go of the hold, because of course she did, wringing it out for every bit of effect she could get. For a moment, he almost saw that as a good thing - while it wasn’t the way he wanted to win, he wouldn’t say no to a DQ victory, especially one that got him out of the trap he was rapidly falling into.

Alas, it wasn’t nearly so simple, and she turned out to be nowhere near that dumb, releasing him right before he could hope to win. But she didn’t just do that, though, as she brought her toes to his lips on the way up. An accident? Dmitri might’ve thought that if he was born yesterday.

He spat to the side, getting his mouth clean, before he grabbed the ropes and promptly made his way back up. Once he was on two good feet, he made his way forward and moved towards her as he brought his guard up, giving her nothing but a silent glare the whole time.

As someone who has been in the business for such a long time, Chloe knew what she can and cannot do in the ring. So she knew how long she could hold on before she would have to let go. The American beauty wasn't going to let him walk out with the win due to her own negligence.

So she complied and let him go, stepping away from doing something cheeky that the ref didn't see. But between Chloe and Dmitri, that was far from accidental. It wasn't dirty per se, but he was quick to clean his mouth after that. Though this would serve as a bit of a taster of things to come if she kept it up.

Dmitri would come up, rising up to his two feet as Chloe waited for him to stand. Giving a cheeky wink before she settled into her stance, not saying anything. Was he mad? Not that she cared about that. Even so, it would show how much she got into his head. 

As he came closer, Chloe darted towards Dmitri, her right leg swinging up, almost as if she was going for another snap kick, though it looks more like a punt to the balls if anything.

No, she wasn't that evil. At least not all the time.

What it was is a feint, just stopping short before she hopped off her left leg and that comes out for a snap kick, this one aiming at the belt but particularly, head level. Her pedicures toes flexing back as the ball of her foot aimed at his lips. Because this is Chloe, she would add something extra to it all, the big toe and second spreading wide just enough for his nose to wedge.

The stance that Dmitri moved into after he managed to get up wasn’t the standard, wide Tae Kwon Do stance, but something more akin to that of a kickboxer’s form. Arms tight, close to the chest, guarding his fast. Less space between the legs, with a profile that faced Chleo head on, presenting his chest to her

He would’ve gotten a lot of flak for it as his old dojang, but it was must here. His usual style wasn’t working - whatever Chloe had been trained with, it trumped what he had. Therefore he needed a better, more modern approach to the problem, and this suited his purposes just fine.

It was a good thing, too, because while he was hoping to take a more methodical approach from this point on, it seemed like Chloe had no such reservations. She was bringing the fight straight to him.

She came in hard and he raised his leg, expecting a dirty attack, but he stopped himself from focusing on that too much and lowering his guard. If she was going to cheat, she wouldn’t do it in full view of the referee, would she?

No, she wouldn’t, and her instincts were on the money. It was a feint, and the real attack was coming straight for her face. Thankfully, Dmitri’s tight guard meant that his arms were in place to absorb it, grunting at the attack hit his forearms instead of his face. Not only that, but it gave him an opening of his own to work with.

Dmitri drew his leg in, tucked it tight, and shot it out towards Chloe’s face, attempting to knock her off her feet...or just back, if he couldn’t make that happened. There was much he would take at this point.

Dmitri had been on the offensive since the start of this match and so Chloe thought she would have a try at that, thinking that she could give it a go after all the messing around she did to Dmitri. The man didn't stick to his traditional TKD stance but a lot more of a kickboxer. Perhaps he was to try something new since what he has been doing hasn't been working out for him so far.

And perhaps Chloe was a bit too eager to press her luck in trying something like an attack that aimed at him directly head on with his new fighting stance. Rather than as he would have his side facing her. Plus he was no idiot either and didn't think too much on the feint as she would have hoped and as her attack landed on his guard rather than the intended target that was his face, she would be kicking herself for not really respecting the man's instincts.

She didn't have to. Dmitri was more than happy to do it for her. In the literal sense.

"Ghhhk!" It probably might have been the first time in a while she has gotten hit like this, Chloe being punished for that attempted risk and knocked off her own feet. Landing hard on her side, propped up on her right elbow as she shook her head. The smile of hers was knocked off her face too as she looked up afterwards with narrowed slits. Kicking someone was something she liked. Being kicked was not.

Needless to say, Chloe was not pleased as she wiped her ruby lips with the back of her hand.

All around were surprised when Dmitri’s kick not only found its mark, but brought Chloe down cleanly, dropping her flat in short order. Not least of them was Dmitri himself, who stood looking over her, stunned and surprised. It seemed like the silliest thing, to be taken aback by his kick managed to down a woman who was nearly half his size, but all the same, he was proud. Couldn’t help it, after all the trouble she’d given him. And would give him, once she got back up.

The crowd seemed to realize it to, with a few people throwing him catcalls, warning him that he was in real trouble now. He didn’t pay much heed - the Tension crowds were either against the men or eager for them to get pummeled.

So he was of a mind to not let that happen. Time for action.

It wasn’t exactly a recognized Tae Kwon Do technique, but Dmitri reached down and grabbed hold of Chloe’s head, trying to pull her up before she had a chance to do whatever trickery she was surely about to go for. Once she was on two feet, he’d whip around quick and send her off running with a hard Irish Whip, hurling her towards the farthest corner.