Jem Holland vs Jenner Sky, Smother, Ko, Rematch

[LawHell]

Jenner staggered back as Jem managed to break free from her hold, but a sly grin spread across her face. Effortlessly flipping back onto her feet, she began to saunter toward Jem, rolling her neck with a confident air. Her taut, sweat-slicked muscles flexed under the bright arena lights, glistening like a living sculpture of strength and poise. The heat of the match wasn’t just physical—it was palpable, a charged tension crackling between the two. Jenner’s smirk hinted at more than just her next move; she was already envisioning how tonight’s playful wrestling would carry over into something far more intimate at home.

Closing the distance, Jenner reached Jem and skillfully pulled her arms over the top ropes, trapping her in place. Without hesitation, Jenner stepped onto the bottom rope, pressing her sweat-drenched body firmly against Jem’s, their muscular forms sliding against each other. The crowd erupted as Jenner leaned in, her hands gliding over Jem’s toned shoulders before locking her arms around her in a teasing embrace.

Jenner’s lips captured Jem’s in a forceful kiss, her tongue slipping into her fiancée’s mouth with a commanding dominance that left no room for escape. As the kiss deepened, Jenner’s powerful legs coiled around Jem’s waist, locking her in a body-scissor that threatened to squeeze the air out of her lover. Their sculpted physiques glistened under the lights, every strained muscle and bead of sweat accentuating the raw, physical intensity of the moment.

But Jenner wasn’t content to stop there. As she maintained the scissor hold, her hips began to grind subtly against Jem’s, their bodies pressing even closer together. The friction of skin against the snug, damp fabric of their suits sent waves of heat through the ring. Jenner’s deliberate movements added an extra layer of teasing domination, her toned abs brushing provocatively against Jem’s torso with every grind.

The crowd roared, a mix of awe and excitement at the blend of power, athleticism, and sensuality on display. Jenner’s playful smirk never faltered as she tightened her hold, savoring every second. “Enjoying this, baby? i know we going have a long fun night” she purred against Jem’s lips, her voice low and taunting.

Even as she maintained control, Jenner’s confidence made her vulnerable, leaving herself open for Jem to seize the opportunity—if she could. For now, though, Jenner relished the moment, letting her grinding, sweat-slicked dominance blur the lines between competitive combat and unrestrained passion.

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In a contest of skill and technique, Jenner was more than a match for just about anyone! Normally, Jem could get the upper hand in their streamed and private/intimate "spars" by stimulating her now-fiancé! Hitting all the right weak points and teasing her in just the right ways. But the judo babe could dish it out just as well as she could take it!

"Mmm...! Ahh!" Jem moaned over and over when her lover snatched her up into a sensual scissor hold!

The crowd whistled and cheered as Sky had her way with the gamer girl and worked her over in the hold! Any words Jem tried to form were muffled and smothered away by the forceful liplock Jenner kept applied! Her hips rocking against Jem's own only added to this sensation! With nothing between their bodies but copious amounts of sweat, their disheveled hair, and the thin fabric of Jenner's tight, flattering shorts, Jem's cheeks went red as Jenner began to run away with the match! Her lover squeezed and humped away at her for a solid 30 seconds before Jem finally managed to lean forward and pressed her palms against the canvas! Jem would finally summon the willpower to press Jenner down against the canvas and take control of the kiss, pinning her lover down and tongue kissing her to turn the tables on Jenner!

"Mmmmmwaaaahhh~!" Jem smooched Jenner!

"Oh, we're going to have fun all night, alright! And I'm going to have fun reminding you of your place getting pounded underneath me like the good girl you are!" Holland would smile excitedly like she was up to something!

Jem would curl her arms behind Jenner's back and flex her muscles to will herself up! Where Jenner had fitness and technique on her side, Jem had stamina and power! The gamer girl had some muscle underneath that fit frame of hers! And she would look to use it to get her feet underneath her and get all the way up to a standing position, even while still being scissored by Jenner! The crowd would begin to rally behind LAW's Greatest E-Girl as she looked to carry Jenner up off the mats only to slam the judo babe down with a Spinebuster!!!

"Phew!" If Jem's move connected, she would wipe the sweat from her brow and quickly look to turn Jenner over! She knew that she couldn't afford to give her soon-to-be wife a chance take recover! Jem would try to capture both of Jenner's wrists and stretch the girl out, pulling Jenner's upper body off the mat in something of a Surfboard Hold! But that wouldn't be all! With balance and precision, Jem would stand on one foot and use the other bare foot to smother her love while working her over with the hold!

Reference for Jem's modified surfboard hold

[LawHell]

Jenner would enjoy the power she had over Jem, but that moment of dominance quickly slipped through her fingers as Jem surged with sudden strength, pushing the judo fighter up off the mat and taking control of the match. Their lips remained locked, the kiss deepening as Jenner became lost in the intimacy of the moment, blissfully distracted. She could feel the electric tension between them—two warriors entwined not just by combat, but by love.

Both women were drenched in sweat, their toned, muscular bodies glistening under the harsh lights of the ring. Bruises marked their skin like badges of honor. Yet, despite the aches and the fatigue, they pushed each other harder—not out of malice, but because this was what they loved. Wrestling had always been their language of passion, and tonight, it spoke volumes.

With a burst of effort, Jem lifted her lover and slammed her down with a brutal Spinebuster, the impact shaking the ring and knocking the wind from Jenner’s lungs. Her limbs sprawled for a moment, stunned, but she didn’t have time to recover. Jem knew exactly what to do next.

Rolling Jenner onto her front, Jem moved with precision and purpose. She crossed Jenner’s legs and slid her own between them, locking the judo babe’s limbs tightly in a modified cruel grapevine. Jenner’s own joints were used against her—twisted and trapped with practiced force. Then, Jem leaned forward, grabbing both of Jenner’s wrists and yanking them back. Her upper body arched sharply, her spine forced into a deep curve that made her cry out.

The stretch was vicious. Jenner’s back bowed so far it gave off a series of audible pops and cracks—joints and vertebrae protesting under the strain. Her abs clenched, her hips locked in Jem’s hold, unable to roll or escape. The gi she wore had long come loose, exposing the inked canvas of her bare chest and the gleam of piercings on her nipples now streaked with sweat. Her moans filled the air, mixing pain and pleasure in equal measure.

Then came the final touch—Jem’s bare sole pressing down hard against Jenner’s face.

Jenner’s moans turned to muffled gasps, her breath cut off as Jem sealed her mouth and nose beneath the sole of her foot. The weight was deliberate, smothering, denying her even a pocket of air. Her tongue instinctively slipped out, dragging weakly across Jem’s sweaty arch, but it brought no relief—only the sharp, salty sting of exertion and dominance.

Her vision blurred as panic flirted with pleasure. Jenner’s body strained under the dual torment of the brutal hold and the suffocating smother. Her lungs begged for air, but Jem’s heel pressed deeper, flexing slightly as if teasing just how long Jenner could endure.

Each second stretched like an eternity. Her chest heaved against the floor, desperate, trembling. Her back popped again, her hips shuddered. Still, no escape. She was pinned, bent, broken—but she wasn’t giving in.

She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t breathe. But her body told the story: the twitch of muscle, the wild fluttering of her pulse, and the way her fingers curled tightly in Jem’s grip.

Even smothered, even crushed, even with her air stolen—Jenner loved every second of it.

And the fans? They roared, oblivious to the deeper intensity playing out between the two warriors in love.