Mirewyn Thornveil (D) vs Freezer Katakura - "Entwined in the Cold"

[DJPow]

Mirewyn had hoped to press the advantage, to entangle, trap, and test her opponent’s resilience, but Freezer met her with cold, calculated speed. Or maybe it was just luck. In either case, Mirewyn wasn't intent on letting it happen again, but as she advanced, Freezer struck, stepping forward and slipping her arm around Mirewyn’s skull in a tight, unyielding front headlock.

The sudden pressure made her gasp, every instinct firing at once. Her bare feet shifted against the canvas, searching for purchase, trying to create the tiniest disruption in Freezer’s control before it could fully settle. The subtle caress along her back reminded her that Freezer believed she had the upper hand, and unless Mirewyn quickly found a way out, she might be right. Her hands probed for leverage, pressing against Freezer’s torso, testing the angle of the hold. She shifted her hips, twisted her torso, and even tried to roll free, but Freezer’s grip remained steadfast, her base planted firm.

The more she struggled, the more she felt herself hitting a brick wall. Her chest pressed against the ice-cold forearm, the heat of exertion rising through her body. What's worse was that she could tell Freezer wasn't even going at her full strength, but merely exerting just enough pressure to keep her locked in.

“So… strong,” she murmured, voice low and teasing despite the pressure. “I suppose I’ll have to get creative if I want to wriggle free from you.”

There was only one place Mirewyn's probing fingers hadn't yet ventured, and that was between Freezer's spread out legs displayed right in front of. With a choked giggle, Mirewyn reached out until her fingertips brushed the exterior Freezer's womanhood, tucked beneath the icy layers of her her wrestling bottoms. While there was no way she'd be able to delve inside and derive maximum pleasure from this position, the cunning nymph could at least start caressing her foe's nethers, hoping to build enough of a pleasurable distraction for Freezer's hold to loosen and for Mirewyn to slip out!

[BlackAkuma]

‘Hentai Allowed’. Those words, slipped into the stipulations for this match, had intrigued Freezer from the start. Frankly, she hadn't seen the point - after all, it wasn’t as if she had ever heard of someone being disqualified for kinkiness in a LAW match. The referees were usually fairly lax about sexual advances, even in matches that didn’t require them. She had seen more than a few ‘standard’ matches devolve into softcore porn.

Now that she was here, however, she saw that little note as an invitation. Clearly, someone wanted sparks to fly between her and Mirewyn, and that someone was going to get their wish. Now that was close, now that she could feel this woman’s taut, tempting body beneath her, she could say she was absolutely smitten.

As Mirewyn twisted and turned beneath her, she was given the perfect view of her body, admiring her through the struggles. While she was hardly picky with her partners, she did have her druthers, and those leaned towards athletic, fit, limber women - boxes which this vexing young vixen ticked. Oh, the fun they could have…

Freezer was so wrapped up in her own little fantasies that it took her a moment to properly register what her opponent was saying, in that low, sultry voice of her. She might not have picked up the words, but the meaning was more than made clear when she felt a sly finger probing against her sex. She bit her lip with a wolfish grin, as her claw dragged along Mirewyn’s rib. ”Well, aren’t we impatient? You’re skipping to the best part.”

While that might’ve been partly true, Freezer could also see the tactical approach, as Mirewyn's skilled finger worked its magic. Her hold was getting weaker by the second, and Mirewyn would slip out with ease, unless she changed something up before she had the chance.

Looking to catch her unawares, Freezer dropped the hold and threw herself over Mirewyn’s body, executing a somersault to her blindspot. As she rolled through, she reached, wrapped her arms around the woman’s legs, and attempted to pull her over into a classic roll-up pin. It wouldn’t get the win, no way, but she hoped it might put some fear in this wily woman’s heart.

[DJPow]

It seemed Mirewyn's probing fingers were having the desired effect. She could already feel Freezer’s front headlock start to loosen as the Ice Queen's grip gave way to temptation. Perhaps a little longer in this hold and Mirewyn would have been able to extract something more than just soft grunts and moans. But alas, it seemed like Freezer wasn't keen on letting herself succumb this early into the match.

Instead Freezer moved, rolling over Mirewyn in a quick motion to trap her in a roll-up pin. Mirewyn’s body flipped, but her instincts remained intact as she tucked her chin and rolled with the momentum rather than resisting blindly. She pivoted through the movement, shoulders barely on the canvas long enough for the referee to get the first count in before she planted her feet and sprung up behind her opponent. In one fluid motion, she was back to standing, hair brushing across her face as her violet eyes locked onto Freezer below.

As Freezer began to push herself upward, Mirewyn seized the opportunity. Her hands shot forward, sliding around Freezer’s waist with viscous intent, guiding her opponent’s upper body backward slightly. With her right leg stepped behind Freezer’s near leg to ensnare her, she leaned in close, chest brushing against her opponent’s back, and shifted her hips to apply a tight grip on Freezer’s torso.

Then she drove her weight forward, pulling Freezer’s head and shoulders back in a punishing arc against her own torso. The pressure shot along the abdomen and side, her body as she locked in her signature Verdant Coil! The Abdominal Stretch was cruel and unrelenting, a far cry from the tenderness she had shown just moments ago. Every muscle in Mirewyn’s frame engaged, pressing, twisting, and controlling. Freezer’s midsection was stretched, her posture forced into a sharp, punishing angle that torqued her chiseled features beyond comfort.

“Impatient? Freezer, dear, I'm anything but” she murmured, voice low, intimate, carrying just the faintest teasing edge. “In fact, I think you'll come to find that there's nothing I love more than taking my sweet, sweet time” Mirewyn mused as she planted her feet, and arched her back further, pushing the pressure to its maximum without sacrificing control. Every inch of Freezer’s side, ribs, and abs were trapped, stretched, and punished. Mirewyn’s body molded to hers like a vine wrapping its target, asserting dominance while leaving the Ice Queen painfully aware that not all nymphs were of the gentle variety.

[BlackAkuma]

And just like that, Freezer found herself trapped.

While she didn’t know for sure what Mirewyn called this move - something to do with planets, if she had to guess - she felt safe in assuming that, in fact, it was a signature of some kind. There were the moves that wrestlers just used on reflex, the ones that formed the core of their strategy, and the ones they used to finish their opponents off - this felt like the middle option, something Mirewyn applied to sap away at the resolve of her foes.

In this, it was infinitely effective. Freezer, typically as quiet as the falling snow, was forced to cry out as her spine was forced into a position it was never meant to go. Mirewyn wrapped around in tight, unrelenting embrace, clinging closer than moss on a tree, and there was little she could do but endure the hold, even with her powerful core. There was only one question worth asking: How had she gotten here?

At first, things seemed promising. While Freezer hadn't honestly expected to get a pinfall with the roll-up, nor did she want to, getting Mirewyn into this position alone was a good sign. She tried to imprint on her opponent a notion that she was always one move away from total disaster, that Freezer could outmaneuver her with ease.

A solid goal, in theory. In practice, it resulted in Mirewyn outmaneuvering her, rolling out of the pin, taking her by surprise, and viola! Now, she was stuck in an expertly applied Abdominal Stretch.

”That’s…good to know. Patience is a virtue, after all.” Freezer tried to keep up her usual level of flirting mirth, but it wasn’t the easiest thing to do when her body was being twisted like taffy. Knowing there wasn’t an easy way out of a move like this, she did the only thing she could think to do - slowly, stubbornly, she tried to pull them toward the ropes with her free foot, as her untrapped arm reached for them in vain. But they were still a long way off, and Mirewyn’s hold was so very tight…

[DJPow]

Mirewyn felt it immediately. The sharp hitch in Freezer’s breathing. The way her body tensed, then tried to compensate. Those sweet little tell-tale signs indicating that her trap was slowly closing in on her opponent.

She tightened her stance and leaned her weight forward another inch, chest pressed fully into Freezer’s back now, her grip adjusting with practiced cruelty. One arm cinched higher across the ribcage, forearm digging in just beneath the chest, while the other hooked firmly around the neck to keep Freezer’s base compromised. The stretch deepened, the angle worsening as Mirewyn subtly shifted her hips and pulled back again, forcing Freezer’s spine into a deeper arc than before.

Freezer’s attempt to drag them toward the ropes would only earn her a fresh new wave of punishment. Mirewyn planted her feet wider, heels digging into the canvas as she raised her elbow before stabbing into the side of Freezer's ribs, the joint grinding in as if trying to wedge itself between muscle and bone. The abdominal stretch became a vise, pressure radiating through ribs, obliques, and lower spine all at once.

“My, my... and you were doing so well” Mirewyn murmured, her tone calm, almost instructional. “Surely you can hold on for just a little while longer. After all, this hold still has so much left to offer.”

Her subtle smile suddenly returned as Mirewyn slowly released some of the tension in her hold, but not with the aim of offering her opponent any respite. Instead, the arm digging into her opponent's side would give up it's entrenched position and start creeping downwards, until her hand found it's familiar place between the legs of the Ice Queen. This time however, the object of her desire was well within reach. Her fingers slipped beneath her opponent's bottoms, brushing up against the budding pussy lips of her entrapped prey. With a satisfied smile, Mirewyn began stroking the entrance to Freezer womanhood, with slow, patient circles, aiming to extract pangs of pleasure that would deliciously mix with the pain no doubt radiating throughout the rest of her body.

[BlackAkuma]

Freezer fought hard. Pushed. Strained. Did her best to drag them towards the ropes, to her salvation…

It was getting her nowhere, and she frankly should’ve known that would be the case. She suspected that Mirewyn was well-versed in submissions, and what little doubt she had in that regard was annihilated when the woman responded to her struggles in the most rational way - expanding her base, adding even more power, and punishing her for the efforts. Freezer groaned as that elbow dug into her sides like a dulled knife, driving so deep that it stirred her organs and made her abdominals cramp.

It wasn’t a pain that she couldn't deal with, and Freezer wouldn’t dream of tapping out, but it was effective in its purpose - wearing her down, making her waste energy while Mirewyn recovered hers. The balance of the match was shifting away from her, and she was far from done.

Freezer gasped - an audible, scandalized gasp - as Mirewyn’s probing fingers found their way in the shadows of her garment, moving as if they were at home there. She had to applaud the woman’s boldness, and that was no small statement coming from someone who regularly kissed women without a second thought. A low, purring moan forced its way out of her as the woman went to work, starting her off with a grinding pace that drove her wild. It was tempting to just let her do as she willed - after all, an orgasm would not have won her the match.

Not directly, at least. But it would weaken Freezer legs, make her more susceptible to whatever Mirewyn would try next. Once that snowball started rolling, it would be hard to stop. So…

”I don’t doubt it does, little nymph.” She chewed her lip and enjoyed the sensation for a few seconds longer, savoring it. ”But I’m afraid I’ll have to see its true potential used on someone else.”

With Mirewyn relaxing the hold, Freezer saw her chance. First, she pulled forward, as if she were trying to power out of the hold through pure strength. Instead of giving that a real try, however she abruptly changed directions and tried to hurl them both backwards, instead, hopping to topple them both over so she could slip away and roll to her feet in the process. A gamble, but a worthy one.

She would miss that finger, though.

[DJPow]

If Mirewyn had it her way, she would have been content to stay in the hold for the remainder of the night, slowly sapping her opponent of strength and willpower with her intoxicating mix of sensuality and submission prowess. After all, the rules of match permitted such engagements, and as far as Mireywn was concerned, the paralyzing effect of her signature Abdominal Stretch allowed herself to indulge in the wonder's of Freezer's body for as long as she wished. Perhaps after she was done fondling that crisp pussy of hers, Mirewyn's fingers would venture on over to the Ice Queen's breasts, and from there, who knows?

But the adventures of the Briar Nymph's probing fingers would have to wait, as it seemed her opponent had taken note of the torque she had sacrificed in favor of her pleasurable perusing. Freezer’s body surged forward, not in panic but with intent, drawing Mirewyn’s weight with her. Mirewyn instinctively tightened her grip, heels digging in as she tried to keep the stretch intact, but the sudden change in direction robbed her of leverage. Freezer threw her weight backward in one sharp, committed motion, and the balance finally gave way as they topped to the mat.

Mirewyn hit the mat hard across her upper back and shoulders, the breath driven out of her lungs in a sharp exhale as the impact rattled through her spine. Her grip broke on contact, arms instinctively spreading to absorb the fall as Freezer slipped free of the hold and rolled away. The crowd reacted immediately, the sudden reversal snapping them out of the slow, grinding heat that had been building.

Mirewyn rolled through the landing rather than staying flat, turning onto her side and drawing a knee under herself as she pushed up. There was a brief flash of irritation across her features, not at the pain, but at herself for letting the opening exist at all. The Verdant Coil had been doing its work. She’d simply allowed herself to get a little too greedy.

She rose to one knee, then to her feet, shoulders rolling as she reset her posture. “Just when we were starting to have some fun,” she remarked, her tone coolly disappointed as she stepped forward. “Run all you want my dear Ice Queen. Just know that as long as we share the same ring, you'll always wound up right back in my arms.”

Rather than rushing back into another submission, Mirewyn adjusted her approach. She circled in with measured steps, hands open, posture low, closing the space before Freezer could fully settle. Then, without warning, she planted her lead foot, pivoted sharply on the ball of it, and whipped her hips through the turn. Her leg came around in a tight arc, heel cutting through the air as she attempted a sudden spinning heel kick aimed at Freezer’s head, looking to crack her guard and finally soften her up the hard way.

[BlackAkuma]

While Freezer would never call herself a submissive, she would be lying if she said the thought of letting Mirewyn have her way did not appeal. So often, she was on the giving side of affairs such as this - the one dominating, the one giving pleasure, the one driving her foes wild with raw, untamed pleasure. She never regretted that role, but it was only natural to wonder what it would be like to experience the other side. To be the one taking, not giving. Perhaps, one day, she would experiment. She suspected Mirewyn would relish the opportunity.

But it wouldn’t be happening today, not if Freezer could help it, and she very much could. Her gambit was a wild, and it could’ve put her in even greater danger if it gave Mirewyn the chance to sink her claws in while they were on the floor, but that was, thankfully, not the case. She flipped about and rose to her feet, escaping the nymph’s clutches.

Mostly.

The feeling of her finger lingered below the waist, a phantom pleasure that wouldn’t fade. It was all Freezer could do to suppress those feelings, push them down and focus on the task at hand, as her opponent rose to follow her like a huntress seeking her prey. She might’ve separated from the woman, but she was hardly in the clear. ”Perhaps, perhaps. But you can’t blame me for running - it’s no fun if it’s easy, now is it?”

Step after step after step, nearing her, as Freezer straightened up and tried to gather her bearings after nearly being ripped in half. The moment she began to straighten was the exact moment Mirewyn sprang into action, her bare feet skipping along the floor with a fairy’s touch. Her posture told it all, spoke of a spinning heel kick coming her way, but her midsection was still hurting too much for a proper dodge. Blocking was the only option.

So, blocking she did. The impact rammed into her crossed forearm and hit with serious force, enough to send Freezer stumbling back into the rope. She didn’t languish there, however, but instead bounced off them and use the momentum to charge at her opponent. She rushed towards the woman’s side, brought her arm up, and swung it wide as she approached, trying to clobber her in the chest with a stiff lariat.

[DJPow]

While no expert striker, Mirewyn’s flexibility still gave her options when it came to using her long limbs for more than just entanglements and holds. She committed to the kick with intent, the heel snapping up high and clean toward Freezer’s head. But Freezer was ready. Steel-blue forearms snapped up just in time, absorbing the blow with a sharp crack that echoed through the ring. The impact still carried weight, driving Freezer back a step and forcing her into the ropes, but it wasn’t the opening Mirewyn had hoped for. Before she could fully reset her footing, Freezer rebounded.

The Ice Queen came off the ropes with sudden violence, momentum carrying her forward in a straight, punishing line. Mirewyn barely had time to square her shoulders before the lariat slammed into her chest, hitting her like a freight train. The forearm smashed across her sternum and collarbone, snapping her upper body backward as the air was torn from her lungs in a harsh, involuntary gasp.

Mirewyn was knocked off her base, her body flipping backward before she crashed down hard against the mat. Her shoulders and upper spine struck first, the impact rattling through her frame as she skidded slightly landing. The sound drew a sharp reaction from the crowd as the once dominant submissionist was knocked clean off her feet from the blow.

Her chest rose and fell unevenly as she fought to recover her breath, one arm curling across her battered breasts while the other pressed against the canvas. The sting in her chest was immediate and deep, a reminder that Freezer’s power was not something she could casually absorb. Slowly, Mirewyn rolled onto her side and drew a knee beneath herself, grimacing as she pushed up to one knee. "No.. I don't suppose... it is" she wheezed, a small semblance of a smile hidden beneath her partially veiled face. When she finally lifted her head, her eyes were locked onto Freezer again, though her expression betrayed the fact that there was little she could do to stop her opponent from pressing the advantage she had just created for herself.

[BlackAkuma]

”見つけた!”

Freezer let out a triumphant shout as her lariat struck home and knocked Mirewyn down like she was bowling pins at the alley. Though it wouldn’t be fair to say that was her first success of the match, it definitely felt like the first time momentum had swung firmly in her direction - before, they had been going back and forth, with most of that momentum swinging in her foe’s favor. It was high time she put an end to that trend.

As Freezer came off the charge, she swung her arm about in a wide circle to keep the circulation going, and turned around to face her foe. Mirewyn was still on the canvas, writhing from the pain - the woman didn't seem to take hits all that well. Better than some, perhaps, but not impressively, making for an interesting chink in her armor…and a good reason to keep the pressure pouring.

Freezer strolled over as she rose to her knees, sluggishly rising, and for a second it seemed like she might just beat her back down - but a better idea occurred to her, and the mischievous curve of her lip made that clear. ”I’ll be right back.”

Instead of going straight for Mirewyn, Freezer dashed in the opposite direction, picking up speed with every step. She hit the ropes, the came rushing towards her opponent again, moving at full tilt, looking for all the world like she would run the woman clean over: a knee, a kick, a spear. Something nasty was Mirewyn’s way.

It was only at the last second that Freezer made her intentions clear, and it was none of the above. Instead of going through Mirewyn, she leaped over the woman’s kneeling form, soaring through the air in a perfect somersault. She grabbed her opponent’s head at the apex of her flight, fell forward, and proceeded to drive the back of Mirewyn’s skull into the canvas with all of her weight and no small amount of momentum, as she attempted to execute a Somersault Neckbreaker.