Talimaya vs. Rudolf

He had no finesse with this grappling art. Where he learned how to fight, there was very little time for grappling, unless the intention was to handcuff the opponent, at which point, the grapple would last only a few seconds. Today, he did not have his cuffs, and he climbed up what he that was his opponent's back (judging from his feeling of her body as he crawled over it), and took her into what was a very crude bear hug. It felt silly, but he would apply his muscular strength to her ribs one way or another.

As he pinned her to the ground with his body, crawling onto her back, she'd try to squirm free. But she didn't think she could get away, and would soon cry out in pain as he drew her into a bearhug. Despite the different position, the hold was definately just as painful. And his strength only made it worse. She'd throw her head back, trying to slam it against his, hoping he'd put himself close enough for that. Because if he could keep her locked into this hold, he would either break her ribs or she'd submit. Or maybe even both.

His body was as hard with muscle against her, and perhaps now she would realize just what position she had dropped herself in. He could have bench pressed her body weight without breaking a sweat. The very sloppy bear hug did come with its disadvantages however, as the back of her head met with his forehead, she could feel his grip on her slacken a bit as a momentary daze fell over him. At least, that was proof he actually had something in his skull. "Nein... Jyu sait no strikes!" he growled as he did his best to keep her at least in his arms, even if the hold was beginning to dissolve.

Holy hell that hurt! His head was as hard as a rock, causing her to move her hands to the back of her head, kicking her feet in pain. "And no slams. We're even." She wanted to tell him to suck it up, but her head was pounding from just a single headbutt. Even with his hold loosening, she couldn't focus through the pain to pull herself away.

Now what? He couldn't see her in all her pain from slamming him, so he figured that if he attempted the bear hug again, she'd attempt something else like she had... even if she said she wouldn't. Slowly, he began to rework his grip around her so that his arms wrapped around her bust, and his chin found a place at her shoulder and neck. She'd have a heck of turning her head far enough to bite him, or get enough momentum to slam him again. But wait... was that her forearm at his throat? Was she holding her head? That must be why she felt skinnier now than she had earlier.

Not only did his chin digging into her neck and shoulder hurt, but it also made it hard for her to squirm around to pull free, not wanting to have his chin grind painfully into her. His arms around her chest made her blush, thankful he couldn't see that. But it was going to be hard for him to miss that her nipples were hardening. Reaching up to grab his head, she was trying to pull him off of her. But she couldn't see that trying to grab his face and force him off was pushing his blindfold off his eyes, possibly letting him see a bit.

He winced as she grabbed him by the hair, and fought against her will to some effect. While he did not submit to her pulling, his hands had picked up on her hardening nipples through her clothes. This was not something he could pass up, and for a few seconds he let his hold on her break so that his hands could roughly squeeze and pinch those nipples. His blindfold was tight from how he had tied it, and a little slipping still caused the fabric to push against his eyes. Even he could open his eyes for slightly obscured light, the fabric still had a chance of raking his eyes... which was not something he wanted... and so they remained very tightly closed. If she kept up on his hair, he knew his grip on her would break and he'd have to reassign his hands to deal with her arms.

The rough treatment of Tali's nipples would elicit a moan from her lips, making her body tremble. It was all she could do to keep focused on the match at hand, not wanting to lose in to plesure. Her grabbing his hair would slacken, but she'd start trying once more with renewed vigor. She didn't want him to win at all. And she was starting to think she might try anything to keep him from winning.

Her moans made him grin, but the ever present application of her hands to his hair caused him to fully release her body from his grip. They would rise to grasp her wrists, tightening into a vice like grip, hoping that inflicting pain would cause her hands to slacken. He also would begin to make a retreat, getting up onto his knees if he could manage it. That whole position was not as conducive to victory as he had originally anticipated. He grunted, growled, and snarled in displeasure as his opponent, who he still only respected as a minor nuisance, continued to place pain within him. Perhaps her moaning had effected him more than he had originally anticipated, as in reaching his kneeling position, he felt his groin had not been in a good... growing position... before the match started and was now fighting with its denim cage.

Crying out in pain, Tali felt his strong grasp move from her breasts to her wrists. With him getting up, she had to release the hold, likely giving him prime position to hold her hands behind her back. She'd continue to struggle though, trying to twist her own wrists to break his hold. But so far he managed to keep her in a poor position.

As she struggled, her knees would move under her, trying to push her up. But her ass would press right up against his crotch, feeling the bulge pressing through his clothing and now against her rear. She'd inhale, wondering if she could try to distract him. But for now, she just tried to break herself free from his hold the normal way.