John Carnaby vs Rina Ninoita.

Now this was how John wanted to play it, submissions to wear down the enemy. The longer matches went on the more it could favour the artist, getting the enemy whittled down and dictating the pacing. Mr Carnaby had been deemed a diamond in the rough, someone who was still working out of the green but was good all around thus far.

The master of creation did admit though, Rina was certainly an interesting girl. Nice outfit and cute too, most certainly. John was focused on trying to keep this hold cinched in as befitting his strategy, but he noticed the cute little noises that Rina was making. It had nearly made John relinquish his tight grip, or at least make it less so. The bright colours of her outfit was eye catching and.....

He was brought back to Earth by the sudden fist that Rina threw at him, which John had responded by giving out a grunt and blinking twice. It wasn't a really damaging punch, but it did put John on notice. Mr Carnaby felt he should try to make progress on his hold, to try and get both Rina and him lying down on their bellies. Keeping it as close to the ground worked in John's favour and he could even take the fight out of Rina if he kept the hold in long enough, but still moving about could give her the chance to wriggle out if she was lucky.

All of Rina's struggling sadly is not doing all her any good since every second both her actions and this hold are tiring her out, as her punches are getting weaker and weaker with each one landed. Even the grip on John's arm around her head is starting to give out with the girl taking quick short breaths in the process.

She feels herself being forced further down despite being on her knees which at first spreads her legs widely. The strain between her legs causes Rina to wince in pain before she finally gave in and dropped down onto her front with John on top of her, released a pain filled grunt from her lips as she fell and both of her arms crushed under them.

This was how John wanted it, he could feel the fight being taken right out of the enemy. He had practised to keep the opponent grounded as best he could, so that the later the match went on the more it favoured him and his techniques. And besides John would be lying if he said he didn't like being close to this girl, the young man however was respectful here with his opponent's treatment.

Indeed John was giving the same level of attention and care to detail as he did with his paintings, perhaps in future he could request Rina to model for him however she chose. There was that odd stipulation thingy that John was told about before the match started after all, though he didn't really pay it much heed.

Rina was nearing her end it seemed, the master of creation could tell that from how she was acting. It could be playing possum, but in the keen eyes of the artist John believed that it was genuine. John briefly thought about maybe keeping the hold on as best he could, till Rina was out of it. The match had gone on for some time, and John felt like now he should try and go for a victory. That grunt Rina gave out when she fell was cause for concern for the young artist.

After setting himself down as gently as he could John would then near his face close to Rina, where he would then mutter to her politely "You can tap out if you want Ms Rina, I won't think any less of you." the artist felt now was the time to try with the terms of surrender.