The Subtle Art of the Golden Lotus: Madeleine Citronelle vs Yifei Liu (D)

[Malkavia]

The moment Yifei got her knees under her hips, the Fujiwara was a house of cards built on a sloped surface. Madeleine made no effort to hide her delight as her center of gravity tilted towards the mat. "There's my Blueberry!"

Despite her grin, Madeleine had no intention of allowing Yifei off the hook without a fight. Yifei rolled into the Countess, and Madeleine rolled into the mat—while rotating so her legs could enwrap her violet-haired protegee's throat.

"Now, sweet—" Madeleine locked one of her ankles around the other, then grabbed her toes and yanked. With one hand on the mat, if her attack landed, she'd have her own version of a gogoplata. "Keep going. Show me offense."

Modified Gogoplata

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Escaped the tiger’s mouth, entered the wolf’s den, as Yifei's mother liked to say.

Yifei recognized how her senpai truly respected her enough to not give her a moment to breathe, literally! Fighting instinct helped Yifei quickly place an arm inside Madeleine’s triangle chokehold to disrupt it before the countess’s bare legs closed around the bare-breasted blueberry's windpipe like a vice.

Don’t worry senpai! I know that I can show you… that your Blueberry has some thorns!

No desperate clawing or gasps for unnecessary breath were allowable here. Only precision and purpose. Yifei's calloused hands snapped to Madeleine’s ankle and thigh with focused strength, then she tucked her chin and slowly rolled under the lethal limb until, with great effort, Yifei’s head finally popped free from the gogoplata!

No time to catch the breath I lost! T-time for offense!

Yifei quickly rolled under Madeleine, dragging the countess’s captured leg with her. Then, with her back to the mat, Yifei trapped the Countess’s legs between her thighs, straightened her senpai’s knee, and squeezed Madeleine’s shin and boot between her naked breasts and arched her back until-

Knee bar!

Yifei counters into a knee bar

Despite Yifei’s renewed, steely fighting spirit, the friction of Madeleine’s knee against Yifei’s pussy as she squeezed her thighs tight was almost enough to break her out of her newly reacquired concentration >_<

“N-now show me what you’ve got, senpai!”

[Malkavia]

The audience could be...subtle. Was it cheering for you? Your opponent? Or did they just enjoy the sheer spectacle of high level combat? The beauty and curse of a close fight was precisely this ambiguity.

As Yifei and Madeleine struggled on the mat, the people in the seat rose and fell like waves on a beach. They crest while Madeleine twists Yifei's head like corked champagne—but when Yifei reverses the position and threatens to snap Madeleine's knee like a gnarled knot on a decaying tree, they roared just as loud.

Madeleine's breath hitched when she felt the figure four lock in. Pain, naturally, was abundant. It seared through her joint. But the more pressing issue was what that pain threatened—the destruction a hold like that could wreak on a kickboxer.

The solution was simple—so simple that at first it didn't even occur to the Countess. Her mind raced for a counterplay, some way to weave herself into the knot Yifei was trying to tie. Then, jerking with sudden realization, her hand snapped out, over her head, and grabbed the bottom rope.

"Good...Excellent, sweet pea." Madeleine's dimples trembled towards a smile as she felt the relief of her rope-break. She kept her ears keen on the sounds from the crowd. They had groaned when she grabbed safety...But it was not, she thought, a derisive groan. It was more a kind of seasickness from an audience trembling with tension. She decided liked it. "But be aware of your position in the ring, hm?"