Chalia vs Speck - The Grand Cactus Match

[reini]

Chalia steps onto the stage, one hand on her hip, the other flipping her hair over her shoulder, before she approached the ring. Today she was gonna take a part in what must be the most unusual match she was ever invited so far.

Spoiler

First and foremost, her opponent seemed like quite a character, both stemming from her demeanor in the ring and unusual fighting techniques. Chalia, however, as always didn't care enough to look closer into her opponent, seeing that as unnecessar since she's a real fighter and they are just meesely entertainers after all! But the second part is, there was a cactus right in the middle or a ring. Goofy as it may be, it surely will be source of a lot of pain to whoever will end up the loser of this match.

Chalia, however, wouldn't worry much, since she is going to be the winner! Losely, she hanged back on the ropes, waiting for Speck to arrive so the two heels can meet eachother.

[Monsy]

"Mmm..." A Snake Assassin.

The more she dug into this girl, the weirder feeling she grasped. It was like working on a faulty powerline. Sniffs, a touch, a glance, a prod, then a small ZAP. Trails go cold and a henchman is left a wet carpet inside an ally. It was a normal-seeming front with these unsure undertones. Spectre quite enjoyed the mystery, but her mission wasn't to uncover family secrets. She wanted to know how this girl wrestled. To that effect, there was a decent chance this woman was trained prior, because there's no record of build-up or arc down in the indies. A name she heard whispered on this track was one Lilian Belle, a retired veteran, but the specifics were lost beyond her.

Nevertheless, it meant she impressed whoever she showed up to.
And therefore, so was Spectre.

She had stared at her laptop for a while which contained her opponent's dossier that she made. But with her cue rapidly approaching, she opened one of her programs to start the show: Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd deploy spacebar!

CHURCH BELLS. CHOIR. SYNTH!

Glitching screens and purple skulls manifested across the arena. Pyro from the stage shot tall towers of flame. A laser show developed from the ceiling rafters, shooting dozens of beams into the crowd, then beginning to spin, twirl, slant and coalesce like the formation of a vortex. They got closer towards the ring, looped around ringside, then stopped over the four ring posts. When they stopped, the lights were killed. And replacing them was four spotlights, purple, highlighting a medium-sized cone over the turnbuckles. Adjacent to Chalia, the Malevolent Virus was perched, standing feet together and tall, arms folded behind her back and the cape draped down.

Evil Manifests

"A snake, is it?" Spectre looked at her, then glanced to the cactus. A giant fucking plant right in the middle of the ring with the canvas specifically fitted to go around the plant and keep it secure from tipping over. On one hand: stupid, funny, and makes her question just who was in charge of ideas around here so she could brain scan them. On the other: all those prickly bits made her imagine them piercing skin like a thousand shallow needles. When she looked her opponent up and down, the lights having returned slowly over time, she imagined that gut folded around it like a bow and string.

Her toes curled in her boots thinking about it. She backflipped into the ring, strode, then touched a thorn with her fingerpad. "I'm going to have so much fun making you kiss our friend over there. So much fun."

[reini]

Although Chalia didn't like most people in general, she did have a particular disdain for fighters that either put up over the top personas, or had a knack for fanfare. Seemingly her opponent showed signs of both, even more so than anyone she's met before perhaps! As the red haired woman was making her entrance, glitching effects appeared alongside skull symbols, lasers and purple colour. She sighed with annoyance, but at the same time a little giddiness. This is exactly what she joined LAW for! The type of enemy to make a big hoopla around herself, was precisely the type of enemy she always wanted squander the most. And the louder they were the more she wanted to knock them out.

Spectre finally aproached
"A snake, is it?" she said, her eyes landing on the cactus. Albeit how much they may differ, both women shared the same thought about this idea. Funny at best, completely moronic at worst. And whoever thought of it must've been a world class goofball.

"I'm going to have so much fun making you kiss our friend over there. So much fun.", said the Malevolent Virus.

Chalia rolled her eyes

"Ugh, nice try. I'm not worried about you. Costume or not, only an idiot would ever put on a cape!" the brunette grinned, full of herself.

Both women in their place now, when the bell barely even begun to rank, Chalia immediately rushes forward. There was no time to waste! Besides, she wasn't so good in defence, and as silly of a concept the cactus might be, Spec's promise sounded like an extremely painful scenario and there was no point risking that. The assassin surged forward, dropped low, one knee kissing canvas, and slammed a stiff kick into the inside of Spec's thigh, followed by a sharp stomp onto her foot for good measure, grinding the heel of her bare foot like she meant to plant roots there. Snake-quick, she grabbed Spectre's arm and wrenching it behind Spec's back, she would press in her own body close onto hers.

"Is this fun to you? I expected more resistance. But I do love disappointments like that.” she giggled, pressing her enemy

[Monsy]

Spectre tilted her head till the ear touched her shoulder. The slightly altered view confirmed a little suspicion of hers.

"Hm~" pondered Spectre, keeping her observations close to chest. Now with both of them in their corner, she had realized that she was too short to really see where Chalia was coming from. A perfectly shaped wall erected, too wide to catch her silhouette beyond the sway and swish of an arm, hand, hip or foot. The bell rang and Spectre tapped a button on her ear protection cloaked under hair, activating the talk channel. She made a few steps towards the cactus. "Which side?"

Dot was on the other end. Her eyes from above. She called out in split seconds that couldn't match Chalia's pace.

"Le--"
"Riiiiii--ght in front of you!"

In a snake attack, Chalia manifested like she came from tall grass, somehow. Spectre had aimed her gaze up given the difference, meaning another split second wasted on adjustment. For someone so tall, she really brought agility-- "nngh!" And shin bone snapped against her armour-less leg. The force made the sound of a loud fingersnap. The limb careened out, widening her base significantly till she was forced to bend knee and slam it down from gravity taking over. Her nose scrunched, eyes tight, then the stomp put a sting into her foot. She growled, teeth bared and the sides of her neck tented from gritting.

Good start. But-- two beautiful options manifested itself: a belly and unprotected crotch. Her knuckles balled till they were white and arched upward in a half-bent uppercut for the golden zone. Chalia caught it. She gasped, finding her arm manipulated, twisted, then forced into her back till the joints throbbed and the muscles squeezed. Spectre stood up in those split moments, grunting and leaning towards the torqued shoulder that burned. Her heels in forward position, she arch backwards and take one step towards the side to rotate them away from the cactus. Chalia's chest was against her neck. Spectre's cape-cloaked buttocks bumped into Chalia's hips as she squirmed and struggled, thrashing once or twice.

Against this, there was no power solution. Just technique. "Don't quote your parents on me just yet. We're literally just getting started."

And immediately afterward, Spectre employed her strategy. Her head whipped backwards, attempting to bash chest and collar. The move was mostly pointless, creating a smokescreen for Spectre's free arm to thrust back, aiming for the pocket of Chalia's elbow to break the double-hand grip on her arm. With a bit of rotation in her stance and leaning harder towards her torqued side, she yanked her captured arm in hopes to pull it in front of herself. Half-folded, forearm straight ahead, she'd clamp on Chalia's exposed wrist to pin it between her lithe arm and chest. She ducked under after Chalia's trapped arm, applying the exact same hold but weaker as she only used one hand.

The second? Applying a nail-digging GRIP to Chalia's hair, pulling it back and hoping to bend her awkwardly into the Virus so they could speak mouth-to-ear.

"And just like that, you're right where you're supposed to be. Alllllmost."

[reini]

Chalia let out a sharp hiss as Spectre’s fingers tangled tight in her hair, yanking her head back until her spine bowed under the strain. Her teeth clenched as the smaller woman crawled all over her. The contrast between them was striking — impossible to miss even from the cheap seats.

Spectre, lithe and razor-edged, moved like a wire ready to snap. Her pale skin glowed faintly under the harsh lights, the tight black and purple gear clung to her like a second skin, outlining every narrow line of her frame - the lean muscle of her thighs, the whipcord definition in her stomach, the sharp angles of her shoulders. Even her cape, now fluttering like a dark wing behind her, added to that eerie, otherworldly sleekness. Chalia, on the other hand, was built like a sculpted storm: tall, curvy, and grounded, her tan skin gleaming under the lights. Muscles coiled and rolled beneath her tan skin as she struggled, her wide hips shifting and legs flexing with every surge of effort. The cropped green fabric of her top stretched tight across her chest as she fought back, outlining her generous curves and the rise of her breathing. Her body had a solidity to it, a sense of raw power, strength that was now straining against the Virus’s wiry control.

Spectre’s smirk hovered just inches from her face, her breath ghosting over Chalia’s cheek. The smaller woman’s posture was tense and controlled, her abdomen pulled taut as she leaned in, her cape brushing lightly against Chalia’s bare side. Chalia grit her teeth in anger, red eyes narrowing beneath a furrowed brow. The smug little acrobat had her bent and twisted, her wrist torqued up behind her back - and the sight of that gleeful grin only adding salt to injury.
“Cute,” Chalia spat through gritted teeth, her voice dripping venom. Her shoulders tensed, boobs pressing firmly against Spectre’s neck as she shifted her weight. The contact made their contrasting physiques even clearer - one smooth and taut, the other soft-edged and powerful. “Let’s see how long you can keep me like this, you little fucking weirdo.”

Angry, Chalia threw her weight backward, her heel slamming into the mat, hips bucking to disrupt Spectre’s balance. The motion made the muscles in her thighs tighten like drawn cords, her abdomen flexing under strain. Her elbow jerked back, brushing against Spectre’s ribs - the smaller woman’s skin slick and hot through the fabric of her gear. For a brief instant, there was movement — pressure easing just slightly, enough for hope to spark.
Chalia twistedher toned stomach tightening as her entire body flexed with the effort as she tried to wrench her arm free, growling in frustration and breathing hard now, as the two women had their bodies pressed close, locked in the tug-of-war for control. The crowd leaned in, sensing the tension about to snap. The struggle between them had become a living thing - scles trembling, hair tangled, and the scent of sweat and heat hanging heavy in the air. Both bodies gleamed under the ring lights, one tall and solid, the other lean and electric - two different kinds of strength locked together, testing which one would give first.

[Monsy]

Her height didn't allow her to look more than a pilfering goblin staring upward at the snake that called her cute of all the correct words she could've chosen. She look deeply unamused with that word. The anger coming off the inflection did reset this sin back to neutral. Which meant Spectre was just fine keeping her control here. In-fact, while Chalia was there trying to blood-choke her with breasts or some idiot loser thing, Spectre eyed that neck and wondered what her lovely lithe hand might look like squeezing it.

Her fingers wagged and opened near the hip. Something stiff smacked her hips before the thrust.

"Oaf!" Not only were her hips disrupted, they lifted off the mat and landed a second later. A bit of wind slipped from her lungs. Fineeee. Fine, it was. She leaned so her head leaned into Chalia's shoulder-blade, following where the momentum led, taking the moment to catch up herself. Her base footing reasserted wide in attempt to wrangle Chalia into compliance. One clawing grip latched onto Chalia's tricep to stop her from turning. Then the elbow came back. Strong, hard as ivory, pinging directly off her upper rib window. Her eyes grew a size, reset, then her arm tucked in as hot coals started teasing her rib cage. A short hiss did her right.

Only to nearly lose the entire damn cargo!!

Spectre's footing went to the tip of her feet, sliding as Chalia pushed against her chest. The pair of mounds mushroomed, stomachs touched. Her own belly was hardly any padding so much as an art piece. The sensitivity told her everything, the twitching and when contact lessened for an inhalation. The temperature rose to a sweat on her upper naval, along the crease of her grand open window, then her scalp as an eye tensed. One hand was stuck locked in a half-bent position, still fighting Chalia's attempt to yank her away. She put her second hand on Chalia's hair, clawed and tangled her fingers into their scalp till it became her rebuttal. In this way, she allowed her arms to strain which started to pile up. Her shoulder blades leaned back with the force, clearly not suited for this type of battle.

"I'd say indefinitely." Said Spectre, strained and still looking her best. Internally she rummaged her mental cabinet for the answer to this situation. THINK. What was there to do? Oohhhh, yes. Oh yes indeed. She clicked her tongue, running her mouth to buy a smidge of time while her arms visibly shook. "You must have sticks for muscles. Why so puny?" Asked Spectre, then she added her own step-over twist. "So weak!" The side of her hip shoved into their gut and the Virus bent over. A tug applied to their scalp and arm would see them hopefully flipped over-shoulder and sent splatting to their back!

[reini]

Chalia feels the way Spectre looks up at her.

The way the redhead’s gaze crawls inside and out. Creepy. There is something unsettling about how calm the Virus stays, despite all the pressure.

Chalia leans in, presses her bosom forward, Spectre’s neck and shoulder almost disappearing in her boobs. But then something hard snaps into her hip, jarring enough that it knocks her rhythm off completely. Chalia grunts, teeth flashing in frustration, as her pray keeps fighting back instead of letting it happen. Before Chalia can reset, the elbow slams back into her ribsright under her chest, and it drives a hiss out of her throat before she can stop it. Pain flares along her side, bright and needling, making her torso tense instinctively. Her grip tightens, muscles bunching under her tan skin as she tries to muscle through it. Chalia shoves forward, planting her feet, pressing her body into Spectre’s like a moving wall. Their bare stomachs brush against eachother - Spectre’s flat and smooth, Chalia’s solid and flexed - heat and sweat building where they connect. She feels the smaller woman’s breath hitch, feels the tension in her frame, and for a split second that sparks satisfaction.

Then Spectre’s fingers lace into her hair.

A move that's hardly classy, and in all honesty the first time ever somebody did that to Chalia in a LAW match, making it all that much unexpected. The grip is sharp,yanking her head just enough to sting her scalp.

It's simply enfurating! Given their size difference, it's like a flea fighting back against a lion!

Sticks for muscles.
Puny.
So weak.

And even, earlier on

Oaf. ?!

How dare she? Like she's the one to talk! Obviously Chalia is the larger, taller and bulkier of the two. Perhaps her bicep strength isn't her most adamant feat, but nontheless, it is hurtful to be called that by someone clearly smaller than you. She most certainly did NOT enjoy that. Clearly she is NOT the pettite one of the two! But unfortunately, she would not be blessed with enoguh time window to express that out loud, becuase then, Spectre moves.

The hip shove catches her off-center folding her just enough that her core tightens reflexively. The yank on her hair and trapped arm comes at the same time, and suddenly Chalia’s feet leave the mat. The flip is fast and violent, momentum dragging her over Spectre’s shoulder before she managed to reply.

Her back slams into the canvas with a bone-jarring crack, pain detonating along her spine in a sudden, vicious burst. Her body reacts before her mind does. She shoots up off the mat in a harsh arch, back bowing instinctively, immediately after it made contact with the ground.

"AAAAGH-!" Chalia screamed in shock,arching her back so hard her shoulders scrape the canvas, a reflexive, animal reaction to that sudden, searing back-ache.

To be thrown, even from a 2-3 drop, when you didn't expect it, and the spine isn't braced, is surely enough to hurt like a bitch, giving Chalia a breath knock-out, before she finally drops her butt back on the ground, breathing heavily to fill her lungs back.

"Fuck!" she whines, her scarlet eyes widened in shock

[Monsy]

CINCHED.

Chalia went down and Spectre immediately felt the weight ease off her back. She was able to rise freely with a hand clutching the hair still. There was some leftover puzzling for why someone countered an arm wringer into a pushing contest. The only answer the Virus quickly surmised was a mix of pride and intent to push her down into something small.

And look where that got her?
“Smoked.” Spectre said, throwing a deceptively soft leg over her collar then leaning against the back of her head with the front of her hips. “That makes you O for two here.” Regarding their exchanges, easing her senses and mood. If she succeeded in making Chalia lean forward, Spectre would then roughly yank back. A second naked leg went around from the other side of Chalia’s neck. After planting herself on Chalia’s shoulders, she let her weight slip back, seating the mat and the snake in a headscissor vice where the legs extended down Chalia’s torso.

One hand back on the mat to let her watch.

The Virus squeezed with intent to see her opponent’s face go cherry.