Robust and Rowdy: Bianca vs Arlise!

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"M..m..m.much better indeed." *She felt her muscular legs began to quake uncontrollably as the sight of such a ravishing, prominent body was on full display for her viewing pleasure. Gulping down the ponderous trepidation in her voice, Bianca staggered towards the center of the arena before quietly pondering what Arlise had said pertaining to their scuffle.*

"T..that's correct, yes. A..are you familiar with the traditional rules for a match of this caliber?" *She inquired, struggling to stave off the vermilion hue which perfectly matched Arlise's cascading hair.* "A..and nothing really comes to mind, outside of no low blows or anything of that nature." *After covering the ground rules of what she personally expected to transpire, Bianca calmly giggled away the encroaching anxiety and locked eyes with Arlise.*

"G..good luck, and hold nothing back." *She insisted, before crouching herself down and spreading her legs just far enough apart to create a sizable gap. She had taken on the traditional sumo stance, giving her adequate room to both balance herself on the platforms of her boots while maintaining a solid stance simultaneously.*

[Winter]

In Arlise's experience, women didn't often take to stammering when all was fine, as Bianca was indicating. However, she believed it obvious why the other woman would have such a curious reaction. She hadn't expected Lise to be keen on stripping down, clearly. Lise understood, as not all women were as comfortable in as few clothes or in the presence of those in few clothes as she was, but it did not deter her. She relished the liberation, and Bianca's friendliness (not to mention her own snug attire) brought her comfort. For Bianca's benefit, however, she would try to avoid addressing her state of undress again...too bluntly.

At the same time she decided such, Lise habitually started to stretch, placing her body on further display while she worked the tension of the day from her muscles with a bend, a near-split, a bounce.

Lise provided her a slow nod at the mention of the rules. "I do, yes. I've participated in many of these bouts in the past." As Bianca indicated, they tended to center on avoiding injury and cheap maneuvers. Lise tended to find those maneuvers disgusting in the most desperate of official matches. That there were women who would try them when sparring (and there were) could drive Lise to...a considerable amount of violence. Bianca certainly didn't seem the type. "We may focus on holds and throws, and we'll avoid injury."

With that settled, it was time to begin. Lise put another foot between them, creating the amount of separation that a ref would demand, and crouched, meeting Bianca's gaze. "Good luck to you, as well."

Her attire, not intended for sport, pulled lightly as she rocked her weight between her feet, but Lise ignored it. She instead focused on determining how she should first act against a woman such as Bianca. Taller, heavier...with a background in sumo and catch wrestling. While Lise understood the tenants of those styles, she had rarely wrestled against them in her small promotion...

She should not complicate matters to start with too bold a move. Instead, Titania feinted left, before taking a step to the right. With a small puff of effort, the redhead rooted her feet to the mat and swung an arm out, trying to hook Bianca around the neck in the most classic of opening side headlocks!

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"That's a splendid idea." *Bianca chuckled to herself while covering her mouth with the palm of her left hand. What Arlise had suggested would give her the perfect opportunity to fondle and grope the buxom redhead to her hearts content; the only issue being wether or not she would be able to concentrate on wrestling for any prolonged amount of time.* "I'll try not to slam you too hard, but you can expect to get swept off your feet..literally!" *Her superfluous jubilation continued to illuminate through her beaming smile, as her cerulean pools of wonder sparkled in the dimly lit lights above.*

*After their obligatory, yet somewhat genuine, well wishing reached its terminus Bianca charged forward on the balls of her feet; she had been practicing her unique, sumo stance on a daily basis for nearly two decades, and it showed. She was capable of generating momentum while maintaining her center of gravity as she surged forward to crash into Arlise, interlocking with the crimson amazonian in the middle of the arena.*

"Ggrrhhh! Y..you're..s.s..stronger than you look!" *Struggling to overtake her with brute force, something she could almost instantly do with her previous opponents, it became abundantly obvious that Arlise harbored more muscle than the naked eye could see. However, if Bianca could successfully snake her arms around Arlise's waist, she would attempt a tight, constricting bearhug to effectively inflict a significant amount of damage early on in their skirmish.*

[Winter]

As Lise expected, Bianca stood too tall for her headlock to do a great deal of damage, and she struggled to stretch her figure to the full length necessary to truly work the hold. However, she did succeed in stopping any attempts from Bianca to overwhelm her with strength early. The woman herself said as much, bringing a ghost of a smile to Lise's face in the midst of her effort. "So I've been...told..."

But the compliment was a two-edged sword, and Lise, enjoying her success at limiting the forward momentum of a woman with such strength and training, left her midsection exposed a moment too long...and longer, when she did not instantly feel the arms snaking around her waist. Once they latched on, her eyes widened at the realization of her mistake.

"N-" The strength of Bianca's arms was evident, even before the larger woman pressed their trunks together. Once Lise was hauled into position for the full bearhug, failing in her attempts to shove herself away by planting her palms into the larger woman's shoulders...the redhead experienced the first instance of pressure from the woman's strong arms. "Hnnnnn..." she moaned through a clenched jaw, willing herself to avoid becoming too vocal in her foolish pride...

...while one of the biggest wrestlers she had seen in her short career started to compress her abdomen.

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"Ggrrrhhh!" *Tightening her arms to fully ensnare the svelte redhead within her mammoth arms, Bianca continued to crush Arlise while simultaneously driving her face deeper into her pair of supple, healthy orbs. She tried to stave off the overwhelming attraction she felt upon contact, her cheeks beginning to brazenly heat up, but she strove to remain obstinate on claiming the victory at any costs.*

"T..time you f..feel the wrath of the queen bee!" *Her statement was declared in a triumphantly playful voice; she couldn't bring herself to sound haughty or narcissistic, especially in front of someone so composed or likable, but the adrenaline rush she felt was simply too much for her to ignore, especially as her hands clamped down upon the crimson female's gentle, smooth backside.*

*After firmly establishing her powerful grasp against Arlise, Bianca began to slowly charge forward- Her cumbersome boots, coupled with the excessive weight of her new captive, made her ability to generate momentum incredibly tiresome. However, She was determined to make a powerful first impression on Arlise, and what better way to do so than shunting her against a nearby ring post?*

[Winter]

Lise would have blamed her foolish error on the long, tiresome day...

...had she not been so focused on withstanding Bianca's squeezing. "Nuuugh...gynaaaah!", she finally surrendered, as the muscles and bones of her trunk cried for their own aid. She only just maintained the dignity to keep herself from flailing; Titania didn't flail. Certainly Bianca did not use all of her strength in a spar...

But perhaps she did, and that was why Lise felt as if she was being compressed into a more perfect hourglass figure, to the extent that her breasts pushed tightly against the top of her bra like they wished for their own relief. "This is not..." ...what she planned for, she wanted to moan, but the constriction robbed her of her will, and very nearly her ability, to finish.

She reached point that her hands, gripping tightly to Bianca's shoulders, descended to Bianca's busty chest and shoved. If she could only...peel herself away...and relieve some of the pressure...

Her efforts slowed as she realized that she was being moved, and could do nothing about it with her feet kicking and searching for purchase inches from the mat. A glance behind her, through a squinted eye, revealed where she was being taken. An oncoming ring post. "Nnnno...", she protested. She had to stop her, or Lise would be in the corner against a sumo-trained, voluptuous woman with no means to escape.

There was...one option. Already Bianca's nose and lips brushed against her cleavage... In desperation, the redhead grimaced and leaned into the bearhug while her hands grasped at the back of Bianca's head and neck, hoping to wedge the woman between her breasts and squeeze them together around her face for the smother!

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*Bianca continued to wrench against Arlise's vulnerable backside- She wasn't just content with impressing this ravishing stranger, but decided that completely sweeping the woman off her feet would prove to be the best and most effective way of cementing her wrestling ability to the alluring amazon. While continuing to viciously mutilate the voluptuous woman's body, Bianca failed to keep a vigilant eye on the two, biggest and most problematic parts that Arlise casually flaunted.*

"Hnngghh?~" *Before she knew it, The Queen quickly found herself flanked by a pair of mammoth, pillowy mounds. She attempted to summon the necessary strength in order to resist, but her earlier gambit had proven to be more risky than successful as she found herself slowly succumbing to the otherworldly pleasures of being caressed by Arlise's tender flesh.* "Hhnh...~" *It seemed as though her own body began betraying her, as the moisture her milky frame collected proved to be an effective lubricant while remaining intertwined with Arlise's supple frame.*

"C..can't...l..let you..win..!" *The internal struggle Bianca felt herself undergo was herculean, but that would not abate her attempts at extricating herself from her current predicament. While twisting her hips from side to side, she would attempt to torque in a rapid motion before posturing the palms of her hands against Arlise's hips to push her backwards, thereby freeing the tiring Bianca from her diabolically seductive clutches.*

[Winter]

While her midsection was crushed, Lise found the slightest reprieve in grasping to Bianca's head, snapping her legs securely around the more voluptuous woman, and holding on for all she was worth, hoping that a few seconds of the cleavage entrapping Bianca's face would pay off while she withstood the compression of the muscles of her trunk. Too distracted to count the seconds while she felt Bianca's breathy moans against her breasts, Titania didn't have any other options but to hope that they passed quickly before she either crashed into the turnbuckle, or became so dominated by the bearhug that she would have no other options than to try and wriggle into a position where she could better withstand it.

But the tense strength of Bianca's arms...lessened, and with that lessening, Lise's midsection started to find a slow reprieve that continued until, finally, the arms let her loose and she was flung and pushed to the side.

Breathing out heavily as she landed, Lise staggered backward several steps, eventually bumping into the ropes which kept her upright while she sucked in several panting breaths. "Im..." She paused to straighten and pull in a final, strengthening breath. "...pressive body, the way you use it," she complimented, supposing this was meant to be a rather courteous interaction (minus the dominating power of the bearhug...) before she darted forward.

She approached with shoulders and head straight, to ensure she would be watching for another bearhug or similarly trapping hold, but ducked down when she reached Bianca. In a show of agility, she slipped to the side, planting a palm to the mat as her legs lashed out like whips to try and scissor Bianca's calf between both of hers, with plans to drop the thick-framed beauty with a scissor takedown!

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*Her sordid mind free to swim, or rather, drown within a rushing tidal wave of uncontrollable lust from Arlise's incessant, physical taunting left Bianca more vulnerable than she cared to admit. While having successfully readjusted the ravishing redhead's position through brute strength alone, it had severely drained a significant chunk of her expendable energy. If only she could cover this glaring issue up by recuperating, then perhaps maybe Bianca could secure a foothold in this skirmish before things took a dire turn for the worst.*

"Hmm?" *Arlise's sudden compliment didn't fall upon deaf ears, as both were the only two individuals within the gargantuan arena.* "O..oh..uh..y..you too..~" *She retorted, a sheepish blush and giggle combination forming after such a genuine comment, especially from one such as Arlise. They hadn't spent an extensive amount of time with one another, but through their scant interaction up to this point, Bianca was honored to have earned her respect through means of physical combat, and had no plans to show the fiery redhead any quarter.*

*That was, however, until a confluence of gravity and Arlise's supple legs decided to cause a paradigm shift.* "H..hey! D..don't you dare!" *Bianca couldn't resist the urge to shoot the tempestuous ginger a smile while valiantly struggling against her attack, gradually being lowered towards the canvass before finally crashing into the ground with a reverberating* "THUMP!" *Confirming Arlise's success. Bianca haphazardly squirmed, desperately trying to make an attempt to throw her aggressor off her game before her situation became even more hopeless.*

[Winter]

Finally, Arlise caught Bianca's blush fully...and she sensed that she might have a means to keep herself fully etched in her kind sparring partner's mind. She was in her bra and panties as they tangled. A smirk formed on her features. "I use what I have..."

Her smirk quickly shifted into one of focus to prove that she did dare, as her calves latched on and torqued to bend Bianca's within them and began the work of keeping the leg trapped and force the knee to buckle enough that Bianca fell forward. The lightly-dressed redhead, pale skin already shimmering with a light glow from the exertion of withstanding her opponent's crushing hug, planted her elbow onto the mat and continued twisting and thrusting until the fuller-bodied woman finally gave way and collapsed to the canvas, leaving Lise's legs tangled within hers.

Left with needing a quick decision for how to proceed, Lise glanced over Bianca's fallen, still-impressive figure. She could attend to the leg and continue with its entrapment... She suspected that leaping on the woman's back would only force her into a battle of strength, and Titania wondered if that was a battle that she could win against such a clearly powerful opponent. ...Yet she badly wanted to try.

And who was to say Bianca would resist having Lise pressed against her back?

The redhead scurried forward, slipping her legs from Bianca's to get them underneath her butt long enough to propel herself forward with a small grunt, trying to mount and press against Bianca from behind with arms and legs wrapped around her torso.