Despite losing his first match, Evan was still in the tournament,
matched up with an opponent who had also lost her opening-round bout.
Whoever lost this single-fall match would be out for good, so the stakes
were high. Unfortunately for Evan, he caught a bad case of the flu, but
his mother wouldn't let him pull out; there was no way her boy was
going to get eliminated from the tournament by forfeiting a match just
because he got the sniffles.
On Saturday at 4 PM Evan,
his stomach rumbling nervously with organic orange juice and Dayquil,
faced off against Maria Hashimoto. Both fighters are about 5'8", but
Evan is all lean muscle where his opponent is pure power with wide
shoulders, strong arms and thick legs, announced at 200 pounds. Having
had her hair grabbed several times in her opening round loss, she's had
the long back cut short, barely reaching to the top of her neck. Her
hair in front was still in heavy bangs, almost obscuring her blue
eyeshadow.
The ref asked both fighters to
shake hands. Evan sneezed a few times and held his hand out, but Maria
just fixed him with an icy stare. The referee told both fighters to go
their corners and come out fighting, having to repeat herself over
Evan's loud coughing.
The bell rang and the fighters
squared off. Maria has a reputation as a fearsome grappler and wanted to
close and put her strength into play early and finish her opponent
quickly, while Evan had the same basic strategy as his last match,
staying at range and wearing his larger opponent down with strikes,
outlasting her before finishing her off. At first his plan went off
successfully, Maria's size limiting her speed enough for Evan to dance
around her, darting in to pepper her with hits and then ducking away
before she could grab him or hit back with her own slower, more powerful
punches. Just as his blows seemed to be taking a toll on his opponent
Evan broke into a coughing fit, leaving himself defenseless as Maria
grabbed him in a strong bearhug. Evan tried to escape with blind kicks,
but he was quickly rendered helpless as Maria shook him back and forth,
scrambling his brain as she crushed his midsection. Despite his mother's
shouted advice, Evan was unable to escape the hold, and by the time
Maria threw him down to the mat, he was clearly in bad shape, panting in
between hacking coughs as he tried to recover. Maria was fully in
charge of the match and her aunt, seated ringside, suggested she go for
her feared finishing cowgirl mount, but Maria felt it might be a little
early in the match for this; she'd studied her opponent before this
fight and respected his resilience. Instead she decided to soften him up
first some more and pulled a wheezing Evan to his feet, throwing him
into the ropes back-first. Evan's long-drilled ring instincts lead him
to bounce off the ropes and come charging at his opponent, running
straight into a clothesline that hit him with so much force he flipped
around his opponent's arm and landed hard on his back. Pressing her
attack, Maria used a simple but very effective technique, laying her
full weight down on her opponent and pulling his head between her
breasts.
This was far from Evan's first tit-smother, but
weak as he was he couldn't get out of this one, struggling weakly under
Maria, who savored his helplessness. Just when it looked like the match
was all over Evan managed to free himself with a bellringer, bringing
his hands together on either side of Maria's head. She released him in
shock, and Evan turned his head and sneezed. Maria reached back for a
slap but held off as Evan continued sneezing, then coughing. He yelled
"I'm gonna throw up!" and she leapt off him in panic. Evan crawled
towards the edge of the mat, heaving, as his opponent looked on, not
sure what to do. The ref asked Evan's mother if she wanted to throw the
towel in for her son, but she said her boy could continue as Evan
dry-heaved over the edge of the ring. Maria had enough and walked up
behind Evan, grabbing his ankles and pulling him back to the center.
Evan looked up at her and managed a weak smile: "I don't think I'm going
to barf after all."
"Great," Maria grunted, pulling Evan
to his feet and bending him over with a quick kick to the gut. Maria
pulled Evan forward, his head going between her legs, then picked him up
with a roar, the back of his head touching her knees as she lined up
her power finisher, the Hashimoto Hammer. Evan just had time to realize
what was happening before Maria drove his head down onto the mat with a
devastating piledriver that left him laying on his back, half knocked
out. Not taking any any chances Maria pulled Evan up to a sitting
position, squatting down behind him and locking on a strong sleeper
hold. Evan pulled on her arms, but even at full power his strength was
no match for Maria's, and he had no chance of escaping the hold this
way. Before he could come up with another plan Maria detached her left
arm from the sleeper, her right around Evan's neck more than up to the
task of keeping him still. Her free hand slid down his body, wrapping
around his cock. Evan groaned but did nothing else as she started
jerking him off, his opponent feeling him give up. Wanting to finish him
before he got a second wind, Maria made Evan submit to her hand with
long, quick strokes, and just after the 16 minute mark he was eliminated
from the tournament as Maria worked the proof of her victory out onto
the mat. She then laid him flat and treated him to a celebratory facesit
from his conqueror, who then ducked a reporter to head backstage and
look for some antibacterial hand gel. Her next bout will either be Kyle
Williams or Tom Ross depending on the outcomes of their matches. As for
Evan, he was given a wide berth as nobody wanted to get close enough to
be infected, and he headed home to finish out the tournament as a
spectator.
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