Isa Armstrong vs Arlise Christiaens - Debut Match

[Liesmith]

Isa had been twisting on the very, very edge of an embarrassing and early end to her first match in LAW.

Not that she was aware of any of that, given she was – as mentioned – dancing on the verge of an early KO under her opponent’s rack.

Again, embarrassing. If only Isa had been aware of it. But she was only barely aware that Titania had relented when her head thudded to the canvas.

Consciousness had nearly fled Isa’s curvy frame, her body almost limp after Arlise’s impressive endowments had all-but snuffed the fight out of the curvy brunette. All she seemed capable of in the immediate aftermath was lying flat on her back, her own substantial chest rising and falling with the sheer unbridled joy of oxygen reaching her lungs unhindered by the redhead’s immense tits.

In the dim and groggy recesses of her mind, Isa was somewhat aware that this was the worst possible time to be lying down on the job but, somehow, it didn’t matter.

There was a lot of noise all around her, stuff she couldn’t make out. People were shouting.

Shouting a lot. Had she lost, Isa wondered muzzily. She didn’t think she’d tapped. Maybe? Had she gone out?

Her face felt hot. Damp. Sweaty.

Ugh.

Isa’s mind might have been checked out of reality for the immediate future but her body was – oxygen starvation aside – in much better condition given the short duration of the match so far. And her instincts were surprisingly on point.

Feeling Arlise’s fingers wrapping around her leg near her knee, the Temptress reacted with a surprising mix of both speed and power.

Jerking her trapped limb back up, in an attempt to shake Arlise’s stance a little, Isa’s free limb drew back and then shot out, looking to drive the heel of her foot into Arlise’s face (or whatever part of her redheaded antagonist happened to come first).

It wasn’t pretty or particularly heavy on technique but that’s why it was instinct, not training.

But, so far as answers went, it wasn’t exactly a bad one.

[Winter]

Arlise carried an image of the next few moments. She would grab Isa's legs, whip her into the Boston Crab, leave her helpless and on appealing if contorted display for the screaming fans, and if she truly settled down into the hold, she might earn an early submission from a woman already overwhelmed by the redhead's... physical prowess. No one could question a woman's taps as being a lucky victory; a tiny smile flickered over Arlise's painted lips while she grasped one of the temptress's gorgeous legs and started to twist.

She was granted the harsh smack of Isa's foot against her jaw for her efforts.

Though the hit didn't snap her neck back or send jolts of pain through more than the side of her face, Arlise let out a cry and went stiff from shock. She staggered back, and her rear landed on Isa's stomach a second time, though this time she was imbalanced and had to catch herself on her knee to avoid toppling off the top of the raven-haired beauty.

A couple more heartbeats thumped in her chest before Arlise drew herself back into focus, finding herself holding her jaw and running her tongue along the inside of her mouth in some instinctual need to make sure she hadn't bitten the inside of her cheek. Didn't seem that she had... but she knew it didn't matter either way. Clearly, Isa was not so drunk off of her smothering embrace... and Lise needed to act.

Diving straight into reckless, bold action to ensure this match came to an end and she would not need to face the temptress's powerful body in a more even fight, Lise started to slide her hips back, over Isa's ample bosom, and towards her face, hoping she could slide her rear onto the beauty's face.

But it was a long, awkward scoot, and Lise was rushed. She should have taken this when she had the chance.

[Liesmith]

The impact of her foot against Arlise’s face helped snap Isa back to reality, while having a hundred plus pounds of curvy-muscled redhead drop on her midriff brought her the rest of the way.

Well, sort of. Enough.

Moaning, Isa swept a forearm across her face, doing her best to scrub away the sweat and perfume left behind by the sultry press of Arlise’s alabaster flesh against her features. Her thoughts were still sluggish but she was increasingly aware of the key point – the match was still on.

She was still in this. Good news, she could still win it.

Bad news, she was also still on the verge of losing it.

As if to hammer that home, Arlise, who’d been sat on Isa’s midsection for the last couple of moments, lurched back into motion. Back being the key word, as the relentless redhead began to slide backwards.

And Isa wasn’t anywhere near smother-drunk enough to not recognise where this was going. Either Arlise stopped early and went for a pin or… Yeah, she didn’t want to think about ‘or’.

Isa went with the easy option. Squirming and writhing, the Temptress threw herself into getting a hand on the nearest set of ropes as fast as humanly possible. It wasn’t cute, it wasn’t fun – but it was her best chance at keeping Arlise’s toned butt away from her face.

[Winter]

Arlise probably looked silly with her frantic scooting. She wriggled back, felt breasts against her rear, slid her feet and calves under her thighs, lifted and slid down over Isa's cleavage until she realized her legs still weren't far enough for her to have any leverage. Sticking her tongue out, she tilted back onto her hands and propped up on her feet to shift into a spider-crawl to move herself over Isa's face faster, and as she spotted the jawline of the now-wriggling Temptress behind her, Titania hastily lined herself up before dropping her rear onto that beautiful face.

With Isa's wriggling, Lise didn't get the seat she wanted; more Isa's cheek against the bare skin exposed by her leotard instead of her features. She started to reach back, to grab a tuft of hair to situate Isa's nose more where she wanted it, but when she did... the ref appeared beside her. Demanding that Arlise let her foe rise because she had the ropes.

Disbelief struck the redhead's features, and she lingered in place for a couple of moments more as she gaped at the ref and then looked back. Sure enough, Isa had a hand wrapped around the ropes. No cheater, Arlise nonetheless shook her head to herself before she lifted her weight off of Isa and retreated back a step before trying to grab the Temptress' foot and pull her away from her safe spot.

[Liesmith]

To anyone watching from the outside, at least those not distracted by all the breasts and thighs and other feminine curves moving in some extremely distracting combinations, likely both women looked extremely silly.

One of them was desperately trying to crawl – on her back no less – for the nearest set of ropes, like some human crab-spider. The other was doing her utmost to stay astride the darker haired of the pair while somehow scrabbling backwards to plant her glutes on her victim’s features.

Isa really couldn’t care less, even if she’d been willing to waste time thinking about anything other than getting her fingers on the ropes.

The only reason she was still in this match was Arlise had broken her smother and she knew bone deep that the redhead wasn’t about to make that mistake again.

If Arlise settled on her face, she’d be staying there until Isa was a snoring wreck.

Fortunately for Isa, she won the race – just about. Her fingers had literally just brushed the bottom strand the instant before her vision was eclipsed by the descending spectre of Arlise’s impressive rear.

She twisted her head to one side, felt smooth skin and fabric brush her cheek, grabbed again.

Her hand closed around the rope and Isa let out a tiny sigh of relief as the referee forced Arlise off (much to the disappointment of several front row fans; Isa would have been delighted to swap places with them, let them see how much they liked suffocation).

Her respite didn’t last long. Arlise might be respecting the rules but she clearly didn’t want to let Isa get her breath back, the redhead marching back almost as soon as the ref cleared the way.

Isa let her get a hand on her ankle, begin to pull…

Then the second she was clear of the ropes, Isa rolled back onto her hands and pushed up with explosive strength, shooting her legs up in an attempt to snag Arlise’s neck with her ankles.

If successful, a smug “gotcha” would escape the Temptress’ full lips, before she’d jack-knife her body and snatch her legs forward to try and throw Titania down with an impromptu handstand headscissors takedown with the wonderful side effect of bringing her back to one knee as well.

It was well past time she showed Arlise what she could bring to the table.