Smother Superiority - Louise Belair vs Angie Samson [Smother POW Match]

[Bearhug Goddess]

The level between Louise and Angie was still far too high, even several months after their first confrontation. But the French girl's intuition was not that bad, she had noticed that Angie had become stronger since their first and she had felt it from their second meeting, backstage. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to completely defeat the self-called Goddess, even if the blonde was able to discover a weak point in Louise in this match.

Angie can consider this match as a victory, in a sense, she had managed to undermine the brunette and dominate her for part of the match, she had even managed to win a duel in addition to softening the evil Wildcat. But that wasn't going to be enough to make her good, Louise was going to remain the same outside the ring and with other opponents, even if Angie was the only person she faced twice in a ring.

The referee came over and reached down, grabbing the blonde's wrist while Louise continued to tighten her bearhug. The referee wasted no time, gently squeezing the blonde's wrist while waiting for a response from her as to whether she was KO or not. If she didn't respond, the referee would not hesitate to end this match.

[Lycanstar]

Angie's limp wrist was raised by the Referee as she remained enveloped in Louise's chest. The referee held it up for a few seconds but no reaction came from the blonde. In the brief silence it almost seemed peaceful; as if Louise was comforting her defeated opponent. Of course She had the greater desire to win; but perhaps she would have to concede Angie had still come out on top in different ways.

*Ding Ding!*

The referee called for the bell and stood up once they realize Angie would not be able to provide any response. Angie had formally lost on the big night of her revival. The night she had built up as her finally coming out on top like she always should have. But perhaps coming into this match Angie's goals weren't to win the match, but to win over her opponent. In either case having lost because of a POW stipulation, she would have plenty of time to measure her success.

The only questions left this night for the unconscious Angie... How would act towards Louise once she woke? And what would Louise do with her until that point?

[Bearhug Goddess]

The referee grabbed the blonde's wrist, squeezing her and lifting her up to wait for a reaction from her but nothing. Not a movement, not a sound, Angie's arm fell directly against the canvas when the referee let go of her hand. It was the end, the match had to end with this knockout by smother.

The bell rang the end of the match and the crowd, still just as noisy, continued to boo the Frenchwoman to show their protest against this victory. Once again, the Frenchwoman had just won a match by shattering the dreams of several people, those of the public who hoped to see Angie take revenge for her first match and those of Angie who hoped to become strong enough to defeat Louise... But the The most interesting thing would start now.

"Hmph."

The smother side of the match was only for the winning condition, the real goal of this match was mainly the POW stipulation that everyone was waiting for. What horrible thing was the self-called Goddess going to do today? What future awaited Angie for daring to put her butt against the brunette's face?...

Louise seemed to not care, she left the ring looking cold and crude, walking towards the spectators to extort a pen and paper. Some people even tried to confront the Wildcat but her cold air was enough for them not to attack her and stay in their place. She walked towards the commentators' table, writing something on the paper before casting a cold look at the spectators.

She returned to the ring, folding the paper in half before placing it in a place Angie couldn't avoid... On her chest. The blonde would probably wake up in a few seconds but Louise was not known to be patient, she had written down her address, a time and her phone number just in case to make an appointment with Angie tomorrow.

“I’m too lazy to wait for you to wake up. See you tomorrow, Angie.”

She left the ring, silently accompanied by some whispers from the audience. Nothing else happened, nothing violent, no humiliation, no trashtalk... Louise left the room keeping her cool air but leaving the audience doubtful because of her last words... She had just calling your opponent by their first name for the first time!

[Lycanstar]

...

"g...gwuh?"

Angie stirred; her mind still somewhere between the last thing she saw and a fading feeling of ecstasy... What happened? Slowly it came back to her; The match with Louise... The sexual domination she enacted; and then... She lost. In the end her hubris got the better of her, losing sight of the match and getting dominated so easily by Louise... It was...

Wait, where was She?

Angie opened her eyes properly to a dim light beaming down on her; she stirred and slowly raise her upper body to look around. She was backstage, some random hallway laying on top of a production crate. She blinked slowly trying to piece everything together, was she not checked on by anybody? Presumably she was dragged out of the ring to make room for the next match; thrown aside like her little tirade with Louise meant very little. Was Angie just overthinking things? Maybe. But whatever anyone else thought was irrelevant to her. She knew what this night meant to her... And hopefully to Louise.

"Hmm?"

As Angie sat up properly a piece of paper on her chest fluttered down to her lap, she looked down at her mostly exposed body and reminded herself how unbelievably infatuated she was before the match to reveal herself to Louise... Hopefully she didn't look like a complete fool. Her hopes were risen when she read the note~ A time. A location. And a number. She gripped the paper delicately, as if it was a precious piece of art; simply staring at it for a few seconds. Of course it was a order due to the POW stipulation... But it didn't feel like that to Angie. It felt like... An invitation. An opportunity for Angie to see her once again.

Normally when somebody lost a POW stipulation they may be feeling a sense of dread, foreboding... Perhaps fear. Anything could be behind the twisted mind of the kind of person who would prepare to keep somebody for a day. But Angie didn't feel any of those worries. She looked almost giddy.

"H-heh... Louie..."

Angie started thinking about how she planned to impress Louise, what should she wear... Should she bring anything? What's the right amount of assertiveness she should show? Whether Louise expected it or not; Angie was looking forward to the night of her life.

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