It hadn't been agreed to, but as both he and Daven were wrestlers, Mason figured that a pin would decide the winner of the match. No submission or points difference (that he was pretty sure neither he or Daven were keeping) would matter.
So therefore, Mason fought to stop Daven taking him to the mat. Dropping his hips low into Daven he tried to wriggle backwards away from Daven, to break his hold on his legs, by stretching him out. It must have worked because he could feel himself slipping back and see Daven getting stretched out. All of a sudden Daven let go one of his hands and that was all Mason needed. Reaching down, he wrapped an arm around Daven loose arm at the elbow and lifted it up away from his other hand. By now each of the two grapplers were huffing a little as they wrestled- clearly giving their all. Mason could feel Daven propping himself up by planting one foot firmly on the ground to steady himself, b the way his muscles on that side of his body tensed. Mason wasn't going to be turning him to his back that way any time soon- if at all.

It was time to do something different. They hadn't agreed either to the '10 second passivity' rule, whereby if nothing happened after 10 seconds, they stand up and go back to the center of the mat and start again.
Snaking out his other arm from under Daven's armpit on his other side, Mason pushed the arm under Daven's arm at the chest. He pushed into daven then, until he felt resistance- then made his move.
Reaching across Daven's chest, he grabbed hold of the other arm he had just moved and grabbed it above the elbow. locking him up. With a massive jerk that took its power from his shoulders, he not only pulled Daven's upper body to the side, but also took a massive side-step around the side of Daven.
Thankfully for Mason- it worked.

Daven's back now exposed, Mason dropped atop of him, both his arms racing to wrap around Daven's waist. As quick as he could Mason's stuck his ear to Daven's back, his head tilted to one side. He worked his arms around quickly so the crux of his elbow found Daven's lower ribs.
Then he squeezed. Mason squeezed with all his might, like his arms were a nutcracker, cracking a hard nut. Daven knew what was going on- and he wasn't going to let Mason have his way. Having your ribs squished was not nice- and Daven knew what he had to do. Using the exceptional power of his legs and hips that wresters like he and Mason he had, Daven crawled forward- trying to roll Mason's hands and break the grip.
Mason wasn't going to let that happen either.
Squeezing tighter, he lifted Daven's hips off the mat and drove into Daven diagonally as opposed to forward as Daven was trying to do. It was now a battle to see who was stronger- Mason in his arms or Daven at his core. They were definitely fighting to do what they wanted.

All of a sudden, Mason felt the moment he was looking for. Rolling to the side, he rolled Daven over his head and to his stomach again. As soon as he felt Daven's chest touch the mat, he quickly did it again- pulling off at least two Gut Wrench moves before Daven could do anything. Trying to spring to his feet from a sudden seated position, Daven began to try and push Mason's arms down and stretch him put at the same time. Mason squeezed Daven hard, trying to take him to the mat quickly. From a seated position Daven was able to bring one leg up, then the other until he was almost standing up. Waiting until Daven was almost standing, Mason jumped up behind him- still holding him around the waist. Taking a deep step around to the side of Daven- twisting his opponent's midsection, Mason lifted with his legs and arms, as he arched backwards and to the side, taking Daven off his feet off his feet and to his back. From there Mason scrambled around to wrap his own legs as round one of Daven's leg to lift it off the mat, therefore giving him the body leverage to try and drive both of Daven's shoulders to the mat.
Which was not going to be easy as both of them struggled like two angry writhing snakes...

Neither of the teenage gladiators were going to give an inch to their opponents.
Daven wasn't going to let the Freshman pin him and Mason wasn't going to let the older kid get away from him after all his hard work to get where he was. As Daven arched his back- all his weight on the top of his head as he struggled to get to his stomach, Mason tried to not only keep him there- but also break Daven down and pin him. Both of them were clearly stronger than they looked. The muscles that they both possessed were clearly straining and bulging under their clothes- a clear indicator that they were both much stronger than Russell.

Mason had no idea how he was going to beat this guy. It felt like he was as strong as he was, but Daven had more stamina. He could probably last a lot longer resisting Mason's attempt to pin him, as they both slide along the surface of the mat, like they were one living entity. This match looked like being won by technical skill- they were pretty much evenly matched physically. Mason had to think and think fast- they were both at a stalemate and going no where.
It seemed to him that his control of Daven's leg was keeping them in stalemate. If he let it go free, then his options of what to do would open up. Then again, it also gave Daven a chance to do something. Things could change. But that was if Mason let it happen. Had this been a formal match, Mason and Daven pretty much knew that the ref would have stood them back up after nothing happened after 10 seconds of action (Daven was no where close to being pinned). However neither of them were ready to admit they had nothing they could do. Russell wasn't a wrestler, he was just someone who had cooked this match up between them.

There was nothing for it- Mason had to let Daven go. There were dozens of other ways for Mason to win this match.
There were also a number or ways that Daven could win this match too.
Judging the moment right, Mason uncurled his leg from around Daven's and released the pressure he had been putting on Daven's hips. Quickly he scuttled backwards to his feet and crouched in low, ready for Daven. Following close behind, Daven was on his feet watching Mason carefully. Didn't take long until they both locked up again- pushing, pulling and using the power of their hips to push into each other. Both of them were working towards their next move and waiting for the other one to make that one momentary mistake they could take advantage of.