Lady Phantom vs Dmitri

"Going somewhere, nerd?" mocked Lady Phantom as she start to rock herself back and forth to make it more difficult for him to move around. "Think you can make it?"

He probably would, eventually, and it's the masked girl's job to make sure that she delayed his attempt to grab the ropes as long as possible. After a while, though, she decided to switch her tactic. Regardless of what Dmitri might feel, she knew that herself and the crowds would be pleased, and that's all that mattered.

Lady Phantom let one of his legs go while pulling the other further, so free hand could return to the bulge between his legs. A little squeeze here and there, even a little tug to his pants might do the job. It's not enough to pull his pants off, of course, but if she could make him think that she might do it, then why not?

"Perhaps I can convince you to stay...?" she asked teasingly, giggling mischievously.

He groaned as she rocked back, making the pain just that much worse - just his luck, his first match would be against a bonafide sadist, of all people. Great start to a career.

She let one of his legs go, and he breathed with some relief - he was still in pain, but half was a twice better than full, that was for sure. The relief didn't last long, though, as he felt was her idle hand was going off to do - messing with his pants, fooling around with his penis, again - if she was trying to freak him out, she was succeeding. He was straight, no question there, and he wouldn't have had any problem with her doing it - just not in the ring,and certainly not she was close to breaking his back.

"Enough..." He clenched his fists, looking back at her over his shoulder - he was close to the ropes, but he had a better idea, now. "I said...enough!"

He swung his free leg up with a sudden jerk, looking to hit her in...whatever he could hit her with. He really didn't care, just so long as it gave her some incentive to let go.

"Ah!" Lady Phantom yelped as the sudden kick her shoulder, knocking her off Dmitri unceremoniously.

The masked girl groaned as she rolled to her side, holding her sore spot. She didn't see that coming, but the nerd probably lashed out in frustration and caught her off guard. Lady Phantom would try to shift herself and catch one of his legs in an attempt to pull him away from the ropes, before she would wrap her own legs around it to try holding her opponent in a some sort of kneebar.

He'd managed to get a reprieve, but Lady Phantom clearly wasn't one to let up easily - it seemed like she was out for blood...or another bodily fluid, possibly. Dmitri wasn't sure which, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to know, either.

He started to pull up and tried to crawl away, but she snatched him up in a kneebar before he had the chance, powering it on and starting to take apart his legs, going after his best weapons - smart move, and all the more reason for him to panic. If she cut him off there, this match would start going even worse than it was.

Sitting up on his elbows, he pushed at her leg, trying to dislodge her.

Lady Phantom tried to keep her hold intact, even if the struggling loosened it a bit. It starting to get a little annoying after a while, though. She needed a way to contain him, and it only came to her a few seconds later that she could do it rather easily actually. With a sly grin on her face, the masked girl wrapped only one of her legs around his, so her other foot could reach further to press his groin and gave it a slight rub.

"Hey, hey! Stay put! We don't want any accident, do we?" she threatened playfully.

She was starting to give a little - the hold was losing it's grip. She was a pain to deal with, but if he could get free, mount some sort of offence, he might have a chance - she didn't seem to keen on direct conflict, din't want to really go toe-to-toe, so he had that on his side.

Getting up might've been a bit harder than he envisioned, though, as he felt her foot start to go to work on his groin, enticing him, stimulating him - he looked down with wide eyes, freezing up for a moment. "Hey - hey! Stop that! Just...hey!"

"Stop? What's the matter?" sneered the masked girl as she pressed harder on his crotch. "Can't handle it? Are you going to cream your pants? Ew! What a pervert!" she laughed.

Why would she stop when she had him in a pinch? Lady Phantom would grind her foot faster instead, occasionally tapping the bulge lightly in between while she gave Dmitri a mean look. He would have to do better than to plead. It's still amusing to listen to, though, which only gave Lady Phantom an incentive to continue.

"Maybe you'd like to quit?"

God, and he thought his sister was annoying - Lady Phantom reminded her of Ritsuko in so many ways, it was eeirie. Granted, Ritsuko would never do anything to him quite like this, but otherwise...

He shook his head and started to squirm - he wasn't about to quit, not from this, but he didn't relish the thought of enduring it, either; not exactly something he wanted playing on the highlight reel. He started to twist and turn, moving from one side to the other, building up some momentum, gaining speed, then pushing down hard on the floor to try and push out and spin, trying to turn them both over and get his leg free.

"Waah?" Lady Phantom exaggerated her surprised yelp as Dmitri finally managed to shake her off. "Heh, quite stubborn aren't you? I like that..."

She rolled off and got up to her feet, stretching herself while waiting for him to do the same. After that lock, she might have crippled him by a little. It seemed getting geek boy to quit wouldn't be as easy as she initially thought, but Lady Phantom had dealt with plenty of stubborn opponents before.

"Stand up, geek boy! Or was that too much for you?"

Standing up was turning out to be a lot harder than he'd hoped - his leg wasn't broke, but it sure as hell felt like it. He grabbed the ropes, pulling himself while he shot a glare her way. She had him a bind, here, and she was clearly intent on circling the waters, closing in, inch by inch. That might've been his only saving grace - she wanted this to last, it looked like. Toying with him, giving him time to heal. Time he'd need.

"Not done yet..." He spoke through a grimace, as he tried to stand up straight. "By the way, two questions - why the mask, and are you a Phantom Lady homage? Just curious."