Hentai Pop Quiz: Ms. Spencer vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

"Uuuunnnnkh..."

Arlise's efforts earned her more pain, that bicep and the breast - more specifically, the muscles behind the breast - squashing her head. She did not let that deter her, however, even if her guttural moan and the distressed, distant stare in her eyes informed the same nearby camera how devastating a wrestler like Ms. Spencer could make such a simple hold. She still made progress, swiveling her hips far enough that she nearly negotiated her way to some leverage with her knee and the opposite hand, but by that point, the clever veteran had seen Titania's success and chose to "help" her to her feet.

No fool, Arlise quietly groaned again at the knowledge that Muriel did not have her health in mind. The redhead tried to work a step ahead - she balled her hands into fists and started to wedge them between her jawline and Muriel's torso and arm so she could slip free and escape before the woman taught her another lesson about her exquisite technique. "Let's... not...", she began to demand, as her escape plan did seem to force Muriel to free her rather than lose her grip entirely. The Belgian audibly breathed a breath of relief as she straightened, red hair spilling into her face, but she did weave back from any more attempts to grab her.

Arlise had defended against the wrong offense, however.

The crack rang out first, but the shrill, breathy, incredulous squeal that rang out in response to the chop of her breasts - the same sound a belle might make having her corset ripped off in public - followed quickly. Then came the crowd's gasp. Arlise, slack-jawed, clutched her stinging chest. She didn't... didn't think she had taken a chop since joining LAW. Certainly none like that, and for the moment, she had no answer but to protect herself from another one.

[BlackAkuma]

Things were going well so far - a little too well, perhaps. It was tempting for Muriel to be pleased with her initial performance, but experience told her not to get too cocky about such things. While she wouldn’t call herself an old woman by any means, the truth was that her career had started on the decline. The trek down from her peak had only just begun, and while she was still viable in the ring, a younger wrestler like Arlise would always have a sizable advantage in such areas.

Things could turn around in an instant, so she had to remain vigilant and keep the pressure on her foe. Her knife-edge chop did an admirable job of just that - the blow sliced Arlise clean on the check with a resonating crack, bringing to mind a whip cracking on skin. The audience and her opponent both reacted as such, and she was giving a clean opening to work with as she staggered back, too hurt to form a proper counter-offensive.

In Muriel’s mind, that meant it was time to try something bigger and bolder, before Arlise had the chance to gather her bearings. She grabbed the woman by the wrist, pulling her along for the ride. She turned about, yanked her opponent towards her, then sent her running off with an Irish Whip towards the ropes, forcing her to dash across the ring.

Instead of following after her, Muriel waited in the ring and bent her knees, preparing to leap - the moment Arlise came running back towards her, she planned to hit the woman with a dropkick to the chest, looking to floor her with the big move.

[Winter]

The other one did not come, and Arlise should consider herself thankful - she didn't want that same sound forced out of her a second time. She already regretted doing so the first time. Sounding pathetic frustrated her to no end. Muriel herself had frustrated the Belgian beauty, too. Arlise had certainly fought a wide range of wrestlers in LAW, but recalling a match with anyone who possessed such a sound tactical acumen proved as difficult as remembering the last time her tits had stung so much from a strike.

She grasped for her composure, trying to piece together a fresh strategy. She should not expend so much mental energy on the hentai aspects of this match - not before she attended to its hardcore nature, first.

Fortunately, her choice to protect her chest from another strike proved the right one, in a sense. Ms. Spencer did not strike her again, nor did she target Arlise's exposed legs for a takedown. Rather, she grasped the rattled redhead by the wrist. Arlise uttered a wordless complaint and tried to wrench that arm back, but still timid from the last strike, Muriel had more than enough strength to yank her off-balance by pulling off her arm and send her careening forward.

Arlise did not want to find herself on the ground given the prowess the teacher had shown thus far - not until she had a clear advantage to capture the woman with her own skills on the mats. She could not stop her momentum without falling or hitting the ropes, however, so she did the latter. They propelled her back toward...

A waiting Ms. Spencer. Arlise, though still rattled, did everything she could to read the woman's stance and took a guess. It looked as if she planned to jump, and Arlise prepared to wrench her body to the side.

She guessed correctly. As Ms. Spencer leaped for the dropkick, Arlise sidestepped and then stepped back into Muriel's space with her shoulder, striking the woman on the hip and sending herself rolling to the canvas.

[BlackAkuma]

Had Muriel, perhaps, overestimated Arlise? It was still early in the match, and she didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Wrestling matches were marathons, not sprints, and the two of them had barely gotten past the starting line, if truth be told…and yet, it was impossible to be happy with her progress so far. The chop had left her foe well and truly stunned, having more an effect than Muriel could’ve hoped for, and she hoped to only build on that foundation from here.

A little Irish Whip into the ropes, moving with the right timing, jumping up and-

Muriel’s legs shot out searching for a target and found nothing but air, a clear miss. Time seemed to freeze for a second as confusion ran through her mind, but the unspoken question was answered when she felt Arlise’s shoulder ram into her hips, completely ruining Muriel’s flight plan.

It was her turn to be on the backfoot now. Instead of falling flat on her back as she’d planned, she wound up crashing on her side instead, right on her shoulder. Instinct kicked in as she rolled away and pushed up to her feet, but it was a sloppy, haphazard motion, and she completely lost sight of Arlise in the process, having no clue where she was. She strongly suspected the answer would come to her quite quickly, however, and likely in the form of something even more painful.

[Winter]

With enough on her mind already, Arlise did not want to dwell on another damning thought - that she had opened the match presenting all the threat of a bunny rabbit, and the irony wasn't lost on the former "Battle Bunny." Perhaps she focused too much on the anticipation of sensuality. Perhaps she focused on too much, period. Whatever the case, she could not let her strengths falter to cover for her weaknesses, and she chose to shutter her mind from every thought save one:

Put the slam and squeeze on the teacher's lovely figure - the teacher flying in the other direction.

The mid-air collision might have sent her winding, too, but Arlise let the violence of it bolster her to roll through and reach for the ropes. Once she had hauled herself to her feet, she swung to track the distance of Muriel's crash landing. The redhead found a beautiful sight - the woman struggled to her feet, and she did so with her back to the lovely Belgian. That lovely Belgian's eyes lit up, and she squatted, morphing into a predator rather than prey.

She couldn't conceal her movements - she did not have the daintiest footsteps - but she did stay on her toes and the balls of her feet as she closed the distance, then gave up the facade of stealth before she leaped at Muriel's back. Despite her usual grace, Arlise pounced on the veteran like a ravenous lion, grasping at her neck and slamming both meaty thighs into her flanks. She lost some control of the other woman's neck as she slammed against the mat and had to fumble in an effort to snag it again, but her legs accomplished their task, sinking into position for a bodyscissor as the teacher lay on top of her.

[BlackAkuma]

So much for Muriel’s false confidence. Quite the fall from grace, there.

The audience cheered as Arlise made her first good stand of the match, and Muriel would’ve been doing the same if she’d been among the throngs - the crowd always loved cheering for the youthful upstarts, something she’d learned decidedly in her time with Rumble Roses. She pushed past such thoughts, though, as the people were hardly her concern at the moment. No, she needed to focus on the source of their fandom, but where…

Arms at her throat, legs at her side. Muriel gasped as Arlise made her move - or, rather, she would’ve, if not for being choked so tightly by the hold. Her hands came up and pushed at the woman’s thighs out of reflex, but they were solid, unyielding muscles, and the idea that her arms could’ve done anything against them was ludicrous. She was going down, and there was nothing she could do but let gravity take its course.

The hit the mat hard, so hard, in fact, that Arlise’s hold around her neck loosened for a moment. Muriel tried to make the most of that window and pull away, but she wasn’t able to get away before the hold was relocked, only able to sneak a few of her fingers in to alleviate the pressure. The bodyscissor was the real threat, cutting into midsection and pulverizing her innards.

A deadly, effective hold. Muriel reached for the ropes, but they were a few feet away, reaching them would be no easy task. For now, all she could do was struggle the hold, one hand pulling at the choke while the other pressed and pushed Arlise’s sinuous thighs.