Flying close to the Sun - Phoenix VanDrake (d) vs Quetzalcoatl

[Malkavia]

The air left Phoenix's lungs with a sound between a roar and a gasp. OOF! Her back smacked the mat and made the wooden planks beneath the canvas rattle.

KERRR-CLUNK!

"AaaaaaAAAAARGH!"

Phoenix imagined a red line sliced down the middle of her stomach—as if a guillotine had dropped its bite through her abdomen. She curled onto her side, heaving against her will as the complicated mesh of muscles over her vital organs spasmed.

"Haaah...Haaah..." Breathing expanded her center like an inflating tire, except this tire felt like it was on fire. She slammed the mat once, twice, as hard as she could. And the longer she screamed and heaved, the more she felt a tingling, creeping wetness between her legs.

She was breaking—hard, in the audience's view, after failing to make her opponent do the same.

"FUCK!"

She tried to get up. Nah, said her stomach, clamping until she lay down. Her face turned red. She felt her eyes well—and swallowed it. Fuck no. That, at least, she could push down.

She swore again, but now in a lower, rasping voice. "Fuuuuuuucking...Fuck..."

[Bearhug Goddess]

Once again, because we did not change a strategy that was working, the Sun Goddess threw herself at her opponent at full speed when she got up. She jumped on her, taking her in her arms while crushing her shoulder against Phoenix's stomach to tackle her to the ground with a powerful Spear. Phoenix's moan wasn't enough to drown out the sound of her body slamming against the mast, but the screams of the crowd were!

The Frenchwoman remained on top of her opponent, remaining lying against her with a big smile. She crushed her body against that of her opponent like in a Body Press, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, pelvis to pelvis and thighs to thighs. This was not going to please Feefee who was being heavily dominated this last minute but the blonde raised her head with a big smile.

“Feefee again, again!!~”

However, she felt that her new friend was slightly softened and to give her a little strength, she pressed her forehead against Phoenix's and looked tenderly into her eyes, still with her childish smile but with a look still full of challenge. She wanted more and wasn't going to let Phoenix lose this match so quickly.

"Stop saying 'fuck' and breathe ! I want you in good shape for our round 2, okay? Maybe I'll give you a little kiss if you can beat me this time, if you want !~"

[Malkavia]

Phoenix's belly rose, then fell with the pressure of bher breath. Quetzalcoatl covered her, their face touching. Fat seemed to be an alien tissue, as far as Quetz's body was concerned—Phoenix could feel her muscles directly through the skin.

Severa would be praying for Phoenix. Not for her to win—victory she could earn on her own. For her to learn. But while she prayed, she would be watching. Taking notes. Judging. Phoenix would hear about it later, while she was tied to a chair, a riding crop draw gently along the inside of her thigh.

Phoenix knew this because Severa had said she would watch every match Phoenix would ever be in, as it happened, because Phoenix was everything to Severa. Phoenix was why Severa was at LAW.

And here she was whining while she let some blonde muscle-head bitch mount her.

Mount...

Phoenix blinked, as she realized.
Fuck.
Quetzalcoatl was mounting her.
On the ground.
Her eyes turned up to look at Quetz with dawning awareness.

Then Her arm flew over her opponent's neck. Her feet wrapped around her waist. She wanted to lock her up in two steel bands. Squeeze her until spit ran down her chin. Phoenix wanted to stuff Quetzalcoatl's bitch-ass blonde head under her armpit, lock her ankles, and wrench on a guillotine choke!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl patiently waited for her opponent to resume the match, waiting for her in a special way by crushing her with her body with a body press. The bodies of the two new friends pressed against each other but without hurting each other too much, it even had an erotic side from the point of view of certain spectators. The blonde remained smiling despite everything, looking Feefee in the eyes with an amused look.

She had plenty of things to do to make this hold more dominant like putting more weight to completely crush Phoenix, pinning both wrists against the mat and doing body grinding in the middle of a match. But all that wasn't going to help Phoenix recover and pinning her arms could perhaps start a pinfall. This was not what Quetzalcoatl wanted so she did nothing...

...Except that it was profitable for Phoenix! Her arms and legs were not pinned, no attack to disturb her and she was slowly recovering her strength... Obviously she was going to counter attack! And in a good way too, she had probably noticed that the Sun Goddess was a monster of power when it came to strikes but perhaps not when it came to submission holds.

“Oooh!~”

She then rather easily locked the Frenchwoman in her arms and legs, strangling her in a rather powerful Guillotine choke which did not leave the Frenchwoman indifferent! She raised her arms at the level of her blow to grab Phoenix's arms and try to pull them away by force, at least enough so that she could breathe a little.

"Mhh.."

[Malkavia]

Quetzalocoatl's fingers tore at Phoenix's arm—and God, but it made Phoenix grin to see it. You don't have the leverage, bitch. While Quetz choked, a gurgling, hissing laugh bubbled up from inside Phoenix.

"Harder, girl! Give it a yank why don't you? Yeah, your leverage is SHIT, but you've got strength, right? RIGHT?"

With Quetz's head under her arm, Phoenix flexed her whole body, driving her arm deep into her opponent's throat. The move flexed her core, and the red line around Phoenix's abs ached. But it was just pain—pain she could handle. Especially when the reward was feeling her opponent's pulse throb against her body.

"Come on Quetz..." Phoenix lowered her voice, faux-whispering in a pleading whine while her smile grew wider. "Can I get just a little bit of drool? Hmmmm?" She curled up her face, pinching her lips in a moue. "I'd just find that sooooo sexy if you would..."

[Bearhug Goddess]

The Frenchwoman simply sought to remove her opponent's arms from her neck and even though Quetzalcoatl was one of the physically strongest middleweights, she was not capable of performing miracles. Phoenix had the advantage in grip and position and that put the Sun Goddess in difficulty.. Especially when part of her focus was on the lyrics that continued to tease her.

"Huh? Uhh.. Gnnh!.."

Quetzalcoatl blushed slightly and looked elsewhere. She was used to speaking in the middle of a match, whether she was in difficulty or being dominated, but never anything quite exciting. She hesitated slightly before finally speaking up to respond to Phoenix.

“A kiss isn’t enough for you?..”

[Malkavia]

Phoenix narrowed her eyes. If she'd been superman, this would be the moment when red lasers would tear through her eyes and the back of Quetz's skull. Lacking such super powers, instead she scowled.

"Are you fucking with me, sister? Does this..." She flexed her hips, bending the other woman in half while tightening her choke. "Feel like a kiss to you?"

Even while she said it, however, Phoenix felt doubt. A kernel of confusion, deep behind her bushy, angry eyebrows. Was that supposed to be mockery?

"Or...Do you really think I'm flirting with you?" The more Quetz struggled and pawed at Phoenix's grip, the more it dawned on her. "Shit," she whispered. "That'd be...pretty hilarious. I mean. Wow. You know I kinda hope that is what you're thinking."

It would be time to disillusion her pretty soon. This hold was good to loosen a bitch up, but it wasn't the kind of climax Severa would want. A slow, painless sleep, where nothing's lost but the match? Fuck that. Once Phoenix felt Quetz getting sleepy, droopy, unresponsive, she'd drop the choke and shift into phase two.

Phase two meant pushing Quetzalcoatal onto her pretty stomach, face to the mat, and then rotating around so that if Quetz's feet were 6:00, Phoenix's were 12:00. Phoenix on top. Arms maintaining control around Quetz's shoulders. Then, it'd be time to get violent and lay down some more permanent disorientation: Raise the knee and drop it, hard, like an executioner's mace, onto Quetz's head.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The chokes were a few things of formidable, even for such an impressive and powerful woman like Quetzalcoatl. The Frenchwoman had trouble staying awake and keeping all her strength, fatigue began to be felt and the blonde's forehead started to become wet because of sweat. She couldn't escape and had a hard time protecting herself. She felt her forces little by little leaving her and did not even have the courage to respond to her opponent's provocations.

Was it the end? No !

Phoenix did not seem to want to finish this match and released the blonde who immediately sucked a big bowl of air. Quetzalcoatl felt her body being burning and being weaker than before. She needed time to rest but Pheonix was not going to give her this chance, she took advantage of the state of the Sun Goddess to continue beating her and this time with powerful knee on her face, completely placing the French on the ground which simply sighed in pain by being done.

[Malkavia]

As the force from Phoenix's blow rocked through Quetz, and her body seized, then collapsed on the mat, heaving in breaths, Phoenix maneuvered her body to press against Quetz's. Hips next to hips. Her pig tails trailed down Phoenix's shoulders, then settled over Quetz, as she reached out with her hand and cupped her opponent's chin.

"Tsk." Phoenix clicked her tongue, head cocked to one side as her eyes ran up and down her opponent.

She wanted to feel something — a connection or spark. Some hot wire live with electricity to connect to her opponent's humanity and understand something profound about the match shared between them. Like Severa seemed to feel.

All she ever felt was a profoud desire to see beautiful, strong women crack.

Worth a try.

Having plumbed the depths of Quetz's face, Phoenix shrugged and rolled Quetzalcoatl onto her back. It was time for an offering.

She aimed to step behind the blonde's knees, pick up her feet, and lock them around Phoenix's legs. Then she'd try grab her hands — savoring the sense of control over this woman who had proven so resilient — and roll backwards, lifting quetz until she left the ground. Phoenix would lioe, with her back to the mat, presenting Quetz to the world and God and everyone. A ceiling hold.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl suffered several blows to the face, far too many knee blows to the skull. Any normally constituted person would lose consciousness after taking this type of blow head-on, it wasn't difficult to knock someone's brain against their skull like this... But thanks to boxing training from Astrea, the Frenchwoman learned to strengthen her neck, avoiding shaking her head too much and knocking her out at the same time.

But the blows remained no less powerful! It was enough for the Sun Goddess to find herself lying on the ground, slowly panting in pain with a slightly blank stare. She had trouble thinking and couldn't speak or move for a while, she needed to rest and regain her strength. Fortunately, for this, her new friend gave her a little time off by snuggling against the French girl's body for a little Body Press.

“Hahhhhh..”

Feefee's kindness was not eternal and after a few seconds of reflection, Phoenix resumed her offensive by grabbing the French girl's four limbs with her own then lifting her above for a most painful Ceiling Hold. The French woman widened her eyes from the pain, clenching her teeth slightly and could only grunt as she endured this horrible pain. Arms, legs, abdominals... Her whole body was in pain and her muscles were burning and stretching to their limits.

“Aaarghhh...!”