The Joy of Submission: Joy Runeheart vs Rina Kwon [Submission Match]

[Parker]

Rina lit up.

The moment Joy started babbling praise, breathless, desperate, sincere, Rina’s wicked smirk bloomed into a full, radiant beam of pride. Her grip on the abdominal stretch didn’t relax, not truly, but her entire posture shifted. She straightened subtly, chest lifting, chin tipping upward as if Joy’s words polished her ego like a gemstone. Her thighs tightened around Joy’s leg, her arm cinched a little higher around Joy’s torso, purely because she felt deserving of the emphasis. She wanted to give Joy something extra to marvel at.

And she reveled in every single word.

A low, satisfied laugh rumbled from her chest, warm breath rolling over Joy’s ear as she leaned in.

“Mmm… yeah. Say that again.”

Joy kept talking, and Rina practically glowed. Her eyes half-lidded with pleasure; she didn’t even hide it. Praise was her favorite drug. The rookie ate it like candy.

“Champion one day?” A sharp grin split her features. “Try sooner. I’m already wrestling circles around you.”

Joy rambled on, dominant, skillful, beautiful, goddess, and Rina soaked it all in, smirking wider with each word, her confidence skyrocketing off the charts. By the time Joy shouted “You have the body of a goddess!” the rookie had ascended into a place of pure smug bliss.

And then, without warning, Rina abruptly uncoiled.

Her limbs snapped free of Joy in a controlled whip of motion, and she shoved the pinkette down with both hands, sending Joy crashing onto the canvas with a rag-doll thud.

Rina rose over her like a conquering deity, one boot planted beside Joy’s hip as she loomed. Her hands rested proudly on those sculpted hips, chest rising and falling with a predator’s rhythm. Her eyes gleamed, dangerous, thrilled, and unbearably pleased with herself.

“Damn right I’m beautiful.” She tilted her head, looking down at Joy like the poor girl had just confirmed the sky was blue.

“And of course I’m better than you. Anyone watching can see that.” Rina nudged Joy’s shoulder with her boot, not hard, but dismissively, playfully in fact.

“Keep talking like that, Joy. It almost makes having to wrestle you worth it.”

[Avalyn117]

Joy's words, words she believed in in their entirety - only made the cocky Japanese gal somehow yet more boastful than before. Rina kept the hold locked in while posing for the crowd, more than a little proud of her dominance over poor Joy. Joy's worship was truly lifting Rina's ego to new heights. Rina's soft breath drove Joy crazy. The rookie was so dominant, so beautiful... so sexy as Joy was controlled, stuttering out her words of love, praise, and adoration for the Japanese girl. Rina seemed truly pleased, more than just the mockery she had made of Joy earlier in the match... the girl LOVED to be told how incredible she was.

Joy remained in this helpless position for what seemed like a long while, until finally Rina had heard enough, uncoiling and planting the poor pinkette down hard on the canvas. The pinkette's body bounced as though it were lifeless, Joy not even finding the strength to brace herself for the blow as she took it fully. The match, as it has been from the start, was entirely in Rina's hands. Joy knew she too was entirely in Rina's hands.

"Y-You're such a beautiful goddess! Y-Y-ou should be worshipped... after every match... no one will stop you from taking the title!" Joy mumbled, her mind a mess of pain and excitement at pleasing her opponent, her goddess. Joy felt lucky to stand (lie down) in the same ring as Rina as the powerful girl prodded her lifeless body with her foot playfully.

[Parker]

Rina wasn’t exactly sure what she had done to Joy to make the girl change her tune. It was weird, and awkward, and possibly a sign of brain damage… but she didn't mind being adored. It was a foreign concept to her. Even when she received praise it tended to be half hearted things but this was crazy levels of glazing from the pink haired girl. She let out a soft snort, raising her chin and looking smug in her new masterful air of dominance.

She picked her foot up off the mat and pressed it firmly down on top of Joy’s chest, leaning her weight in to mushroom her breasts beneath her boot sole. It wasn’t malicious in its force, just enough to hold the girl down and grind her heel in a bit, teasing her with this newfound power the girl had claimed she had.

“Tch. That’s right. I should have… all the titles. They’d look good as hell on me.” She shoved her foot into Joy before withdrawing it, reaching down to grab the other girl by the hair to start pulling her up to her feet. “How could someone like you ever hope to be someone like me, huh?” She wouldn’t bother trying to pull Joy all the way up, instead she would slip an arm around her head and throw her weight backwards to drag the other girl to the mat with a simple DDT.