Tap or Nap: Jean Richards vs Kevin Derek

Jean almost has his breathing back to normal when Kevin makes his move, coming in low likely for a low punch or sweep. Jean lowers his guard to prepare but Kevin fakes out, instead darting in close. Jean's face slaps into Kevin's side slick with sweat, and he grits his teeth as pressure starts to build up from a headlock.

"Running....from you?...Not a chance" Jean replied with a forced chuckle. It was tight, there was no doubt about it. This was a crucial point in the match, either Kevin could keep building his streak or Jean could turn the tides, provided he could escape. Tightening his right hand into a claw, Jean reached up and dug his fingers hard into Kevin's pecs and then down, dragging them down across his abs as well. Ideally it was going to distract him enough to get Jean's head free, but its success was yet to be seen.

Kevin's toned bicep starting to ball up into the side of Jean's face. The pressure starting to crank up in the headlock and a smile crosses his face as he begins to get back into control of this match.

"HUNNGHH ... Hands off punk!"

Yelling at his opponent when the claws move across his toned abs and up to his meaty pecs. Kevin presses his hip out into his opponents side and hip tosses him down to the mat with a BOOM.

Kevin continues to increase the pressure currently compressing Jean's head like a vice-grip, making him bite his lip in frustration. He continues to claw at whatever area of Kevin's frontside he can get at, but it doesn't seem to be doing much aside from annoy him. The squeeze remains strong and Kevin even has enough gusto to mouth off still.

The struggle to escape doesn't last much longer though, Jean feels Kevin jut his hip out and tug at his body weight. Jean is flipped and slammed down onto his back with a classic hip toss. As one well versed in submission techniques, he also knew that the hip toss was a pretty good transition into one. Fighting off the pain and dizziness, Jean throws everything he's got into rolling to his side and yanking his arm free.

Getting the full roll through on the hip toss and his hands sliding into position to get the arm bar applied as the next step; Kevin's face forms a big cocky smile until ....

"QUIT SQUIRMING PUNK!!!"

Jean's knowledge of working a ground submission game helping him to get free from Kevin's clutches with a jerk and roll away. Lunging after the quick body of his opponent and trying to get his head in a front face lock before he can get away.

Jean managed to slip his arm free just as Kevin was bracing his arm for his next move. Thanks to either slick sweat or luck, he had broken free and his next thoughts were on putting distance between them. He completes a single roll away from his opponent before Kevin jumps him again, practically straddling him as he grabbed for him.

Kevin's arm pulls at the back of his head, trying to pull him in for another headlock probably. Jean bucks his hips to throw off Kevin's application so that his grip misses its mark and Jean's face hits Kevin's pecs rather than sliding into position on his side. He couldn't push away with Kevin on top of him, and if he didn't counter Kevin had a bajillion other techniques he could apply from this position. With little options left, Jean decides to reach around and secure his wrists together and start squeezing. Brute strength wasn't exactly Jean's forte, but his earlier leg scissors hopefully had weakened his opponent up enough for the bearhug to do some good damage.

"And you just stay still!"

"What the HUNNNN"

A big grunt come out of Kevin's mouth and momentarily takes the cocky smirk off his face when Jean's arms wrap around his body and start to squeeze.

His face turning red quick as he flexes his already battle worn abs against yet another quicksand hold from his opponent. Fighting through the building pressure to focus and bring his legs to the outside of Jean's. Kevin's feet starting to dig under the muscled leather clad calves of his opponent and seeking a grapevine.

"That's right, sit there and eat it!" Jean grunted as he silenced Kevin from spouting off again. He really started to grit his teeth as he dug in, feeling the fatigue of a long match burning in his limbs but pulling for that extra endurance to secure the win.

Kevin starts to dig his legs in behind Jean's, unseating him slowly and forcing Jean onto his back and their crotches together, making him moan slightly. The grapevine suggested that Kevin was tying off Jean's escape because he intended on a counter attack. That was, if Jean would let him get that far. Jean gave the bearhug a hard tug to the right, trying to reverse their positions so he was on top; it was a tough move with a grapevine spreading their legs apart, but he would try anyway.

Kevin's arms try to pry Jean's apart some as his hands press down against the firm biceps that are causing him trouble in the hug.

"GRRAAHHHHH"

Growling out from the effort and not making as much ground as he would like, but he forms a quick grin back when his legs hook around Jean's and he is able to secure the vine.

"GOTCHA back ... NNNN"

Kevin's mind on switching tactics to take this match and he flexes his legs and hips to put pressure into a quick grind as they go down. His body arching slightly trying to break the hug still but hurts him when Jean tries to make the turn to reverse their positions. His core flexing to resist and they sit precariously on the verge of turning with each trying to resist going to their back.

Jean let out another moan as Kevin intentionally began to grind their hips together, his pants were incredibly tight and just begging to burst at this point. However, this wasn't Jean's first rodeo in the ring or in sex, he wasn't about to pop like a teenage boy getting his rocks off for the first time.

"Get this" Jean retorted back, tugging Kevin close and mashing their lips together. Two could play at their double endurance game, and at least this way Jean had more control of the situation. As he snaked his tongue inside Kev's mouth, he tugged on the bearhug again. He was gonna drain every last ounce of stamina outta this guy, physical or otherwise.

Kevin's eyes go instantly wide and then slowly close when Jean ups the ante with the quick locked kiss. His mouth responding on auto pilot initially.

"MMMMM ... NNNHHHH"

Barely even realizing his audible response to it as he struggles to refocus on the match for a couple more seconds. His muscle tightening more against the encroaching hug from his toned opponent. Kevin's lungs starting to feel the burn of the squeeze coupled with the kiss. Both holds trying to break him down in own way or another and he flexes his legs in the vine to try and fight fire with fire. Rolling his hips to start working a better grind and trying to push them back over with his right arm.