Test of Willpower! Nova Steele (Debut) vs. Gabriel Vinlee [No-DQ match]

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel lay face down, her nails weakly scratching the canvas while her face remained hidden under her blond hair. Couldn’t blow her hair away from her eyelashes. She needed to get up; she wanted to do it more because her instincts were screaming at her to. But her balance was shattered after that back-to-belly piledriver. Her back rose and fell heavily; the only sign of life was that her breathing was heavy and ragged. Her skin was shiny with sweat, and her limbs were numb from the shock her back had suffered. Someone in the audience longed for the blond to get up, but despite her willingness to try, Gabriel did not seem able to overcome her stupor before the minute was up.

One of her legs was following the example of her arms, positioned as if she wanted to crawl across the canvas, though her daze caught her in an irresistibly suggestive pose; it seemed more like she wanted to melt into it. Her skirt was dishevelled and barely covered her hips, revealing her delightful legs. Nova was indulging in some whims of the arena, perhaps unwittingly, because Gabbie was a beautiful woman with curves that would make anyone's heart race.

The queen needed a few more breaths before trying to lift her head and walk away from that spot. But good doesn't wait for anyone—Nova grabbed her by the back of her shirt, forcing her to get on one knee before putting her on her feet. Her hair stretched out onto the canvas as she was pulled away from it, concealing her face until she was finally on both feet. Her head swayed back, moving all her locks towards her shoulders. She staggered, still looking very dazed—her eyes were narrowed with fatigue, barely distinguishing the dangerous gleam in the eyes of the blurry pink stain before her.

If Nova had let go of her, she would have stumbled backwards until she found support in the ropes. That's how stubborn she was about the idea of returning to the mat.

Someone bit their nails when Gabriel was hoisted across Steele's shoulder, her legs dangling behind the Agent of Order's back and her arms stretched out towards the Star's abdomen. Her body barely moved with the inertia, settling itself. A gasp escaped her lips when her own weight pushed her abdomen against the babyface's toned shoulder. She wanted to ask them to take it down, in her stupor. Her miniskirt was over the edge of her shorts, part of her hips were visible, and Nova's sudden movements as she ran only made that garment flutter up and down as Gabriel's legs and arms came together.

The blonde didn't know what was happening, but she wanted to know who was carrying her. The thought died when her back was slammed against the corner padding, crushing her between it and Steele's shoulder!

"Ugh!!"

The blonde's eyes widened while her mouth sprayed saliva since her abdomen sank forcefully by the shoulder that digs into it, bending her even further on the shoulder and pumping her diaphragm to expel the air manually. Her limbs tensed reflexively—her legs bent, her arms flailed from side to side, searching for something to grip to weather the sudden pain, and her abdomen never recovered, given the uncomfortable and subjugating position.

Spoiler

Gabriel babbled, choking on a mouthful of drool. She needed someone to help her down; she couldn't do it on her own. Her body felt so heavy and sluggish. So the British woman shook her head, trying to tell them to stop moving so abruptly, but Nova had already gained momentum to run, galloping a longer distance. This time, the shock was stronger. Not only did the corner shake, Vinlee's body growled as if it were about to regurgitate a glass of saliva, while her body shook with a single wave from the shock.

Her fingers curled and trembling as her back tensed, her legs following suit, her breathing paralysed. Every muscle in that woman was shaking from the shock. A great wave of spasms ran through her like a whip, causing her to arch upwards pathetically. She couldn't breathe, grace left her face, her mouth agape and her eyes lost, and every muscle in her body, from her fingers to her thighs, arms and torso, was inflating as much as it could to try to get out of that position, but she just looked pathetic. They weren't getting the oxygen they needed to overcome Nova's grip, which was crushing her.

Her hair continued to move even as her body relaxed, more elastic than before, her abdomen finally giving up and letting Nova's shoulder remain pressed against her stomach. A loud moan escaped her when that moment came. Unable to make another move when Nova started running again. Her body was simply overwhelmed, the Agent of Order's locomotion causing her limbs to buck—Gabriel's eyes rolled back in her head, the green almost disappearing from them as the trot shook her abdomen against that shoulder again and again before the Little Star's great release of power:

The pinkette swinging Gabriel's body into the canvas, crashing the blonde's back in a loud slam before dropping her own body, landing on top of her and immobilising her there with the weight of the cosmos.

"OOOF!"

Gabriel's eyes bulged for a moment before Steele's weight made itself felt, crushing her against the canvas, preventing her from overcoming any of the stampede. It was one blow after another, and Steele's weight was the final touch, sinking on her to melt her with the canvas. Gabriel's limbs bounced before collapsing, limp and soft. Her body was left with all her limbs spread out.

Spoiler

Her back convulsed as the L.A.W. world cheered the new heroine for her domination, her shoulders rising and falling, her chest heaving as her legs moved a couple of centimetres. After that onslaught, her chest barely rose and fell as her opponent got up off her. Her shirt inflated and deflated mechanically as the crowd cheered loudly for their favourite. But Gabriel only had seconds of peace amid so much pain. Her attacker's knee landed on her chest, sinking into it, knocking out all the air the queen had barely gathered. Her mouth opened in another loud moan as her body adjusted to function as best it could with someone else's weight on top of her. Steele grabbed one of her legs, hooking it for a pin, once again showcasing how elastic Gabriel is when she is not in control.

Camera flashes flickered from every angle, capturing the image of good physically atop evil. the star asserting her dominance over the black hold

The referee began the new count:

"ONE!"

The crowd fell silent to appreciate the moment.

"TWO!"

They bit their lips, eager to see a victory for Nova. But Gabriel's fist clenched...

"THR-!"

Before that referee’s hand came down for the final strike, the Queen of Chaos' arm shot up towards the ceiling, making it a punch that pierced the air with enough power to lift her shoulder off the mat for a good two seconds, shaking her opponent's stance and interrupting the pin!

[Parker]

Nova had stayed draped across Gabriel for a moment after the slam, her breath ragged but steady, her chest rising and falling in time with the thunderous chants around them. She could feel the blonde beneath her twitching, spasming, trembling with the aftershocks of her punishment, another surge of proof that the tide of the match had swung her way.

When she finally shifted, it wasn’t to press Gabriel down with all her might. Nova didn’t need that here. This wasn’t just about victory. It was about message.

With slow, deliberate intent, the Star rose up onto one knee, planting it square across Gabriel’s chest. Her weight bore down, pinning the Viper beneath her. One strong hand reached down and hooked Gabriel’s leg high, pulling it back so far that the blonde’s body curled into a helpless arc. The other hand braced against her own thigh as Nova loomed over her rival, head bowed, hair damp with sweat spilling across her face.

It wasn’t the tightest pin. It wasn’t the safest. But with the cameras flashing in every direction, it was the image, a heroine mounting her fallen nemesis, a cosmic emblem of order crushing chaos. The referee dove in for the count.

“ONE!”

The crowd roared in approval, a tide of cheers swelling as they saw their championess poised for triumph.

“TWO!”

For an instant, the noise was deafening. Camera flashes popped like lightning storms, eager to capture the sight of the Star extinguishing darkness with her knee driven into Gabriel’s chest. Nova herself closed her eyes, almost ready to let the exhale carry her into relief.

But Gabriel’s hand clenched. Her arm shot skyward like a stake of defiance, her shoulder wrenching free of the mat. Nova’s balance rocked as the pin was broken, the referee’s hand hanging in the air mid-slap.

Gasps spilled through the arena, the sound a sharp crack against the cheers. Nova’s head snapped up, strands of pink hair clinging to her cheek as her eyes widened, burning with disbelief and frustration. She had planted Gabriel. She had crushed the Queen into the canvas with everything she had, and yet still, somehow, the villainess clawed back to life.

Nova pushed herself upright, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Her chest heaved, her breaths heavy but filled with resolve. She looked down at Gabriel, whose chest still rose and fell in shallow, ragged bursts, her body splayed but stubbornly alive. The pinkette reached out to grasp that fist thrust defiantly in the air as she rose, her grip steel.

The audience, sensing the moment, began to chant her name, half urging Nova on to finish it, half marveling at Gabriel’s impossible survival.

With a harsh tug of Gabriel's arm she pulled the woman up onto her knees. Nova’s lips curled into a tight, determined line as she reached down, fingers tangling in Gabriel’s sweat-soaked blonde locks, yanking her the rest of the way back up. “Not yet?” Nova muttered under her breath, voice low and husky. “Then we go again, until you stay down.”

The heroine’s hand shot out to grasp Gabriel by the throat, forcing her chin up to look her in the eye. If the blonde did nothing to stop her, Nova would lift her weight up off the ground, in one hand at first, then reach up to hold the girl's hip in the air to stabilize her. She would keep her there for a long held moment before bending her arm and sending her to the mat with a choke slam.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel had taken each of Nova's blows mercilessly; her abdomen seemed more sunken than flat at this point as her back had been flattened against the canvas until it was almost numb from head to toe. And then she had to bear the weight of this unstoppable woman—one knee on her chest. Her air left Gabriel as if her body were a trampled bellows.

A pinfall seemed more like an escape than a tragedy for the European viper. Anyway, she looked good under Nova in any case—anyone would think. What better way to help the newcomer in her debut than to give her a victory? Said no one ever. The queen narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth, and threw her fist into the air at the last moment, shattering all the spectators' hopes of seeing Steele's first victory in L.A.W.

And so she maintained her arm, even after Nova left the summit, as a sign of defiance and a declaration of war to her rival, who now stood over her, fascinated by her ability to survive.

Gabriel gritted her teeth as Nova grabbed her by that same defiant arm and forced her to her knees. Head bowed, her brow furrowed at the pain in her joints. If they let her go, she might collapse back onto the canvas seemingly. Her joints were so limp that she seemed to be being paraded before her opponent as a ragdoll, a display of her pierced endurance but with unwavering willpower. Although her opponent did not end there—Nova sank her fingers into her hair, squeezing and pulling until she ripped some out by the roots, eliciting a groan from the blonde, who was forced to stand up so that her hair would not bear her full weight.

Gabriel's head looked down at the canvas in protest while her favourite star was speaking to her, trying to hide her downcast expression from her opponent and the world gathered here. Every word that followed from the Agent of Order pierced her ear, injecting a particular emotion into her, tightening her muscles, which were subtly marking in her curvy figure, while her breathing became less heavy, more concealed, and very controlled.

The spectators could not hear anything they said; the referee barely heard the last part, but even so, they could guess the warning the heroine was giving the villain in response to her tenacity.

A murmur escaped from the blonde's tight lips when Nova grabbed her neck, forcing her to look her in the face. Her lips were curled into a thin line, and her green eyes were now expressionless, fixed on those blue eyes full of vigour as the Little Star prepared her new powermonsterhouse move. Nova took the opportunity to show how much she had left in the tank, unlike that viper, exercising her cosmic power to lift her up!

And that's when the viper bit—just as Nova squeezed her neck, she shot a knee between the heroine's legs. Executed the moment the pinkette began to lift her off the mat.

The sweat did not help to hide it, detonating like the applause of spandex being pounded by regal skin. The audience groaned, reflecting the pain. Meanwhile, the same arm that Nova had taken was the same one that broke free from the grip with a shake to sink its fingers into her pink hair, grabbing it by the roots in a tight fist to force her to keep that pretty expression in front of Gabriel. The other hand removed the Nova pincers from her neck with a backhand, taking the opportunity to interlace her fingers with hers in a strong grip to balance herself.

"Try. It. If. You. can~... Then!" The queen hissing with a tone as sharp as her bright eyes now, punctuating each word with another knee to the same vulnerable spot. Her golden hair fluttered, shaking more violently by each spiteful blow as the queen of Chaos rocked her back in each one, taking the momentum to repeat the next with more force than the last before releasing Nova and pushing her away.

[Parker]

Nova’s breath caught in her throat at the first strike, her whole body jolting with the sharp, intimate sting of Gabriel’s knee driving up between her legs. The pink-haired powerhouse’s face twisted, lips parting in a silent gasp as the pain surged white-hot through her core. Her grip faltered just enough for the Queen of Chaos to seize her opening.

Fingers buried into Nova’s hair, yanking her head up painfully as she hissed through clenched teeth. The burn at her scalp only sharpened the blaze of adrenaline coursing through her. Her hand was seized and bound in Gabriel’s, their knuckles grinding together in a cruel mockery of intimacy, forcing Nova to lock eyes with the viper.

The next knee landed.

“NGh!” Nova bucked hard, hips jerking against the blow, her thighs trembling as her body recoiled. Her face flushed crimson, veins straining at her temples. Even through the searing pain she tried to fight back, her free arm lashing upward in a wild, looping punch that cut the air beside Gabriel’s shoulder. It was sloppy, desperate, and missed by inches, but it showed the fight hadn’t been smothered out of her yet.

Another knee drove in, harder than the last, and Nova’s head snapped forward, her body convulsing against Gabriel’s grip. She roared this time, a ragged cry ripped from her chest, and swung again, a wide, clumsy hook meant to hammer into Gabriel’s ribs. The strike connected, but only glanced, more a glancing blow than a true counter, her strength bleeding away into the pain of the moment.

The third knee snapped into her core, buckling her nearly off her feet. Nova’s eyes squeezed shut as she reeled, throwing yet another punch out of sheer instinct, a heavy arc that clipped against Gabriel’s side. It had weight this time, the blow born of raw survival rather than skill.

By the time Gabriel shoved her away, Nova staggered back a half-step, head bowed, one arm wrapping protectively around her aching midsection. Her chest heaved, hair hanging in sweat-slick strands over her face as she fought to steady herself. Knee’s bent in watch, she clutched at her crotch as she dropped to a knee.

“Honorless woman.” Nova let the words croak out through pained coughs.

[Hagen-Autem]

The fans cowered deeper into their seats, covering themselves with one hand, intimidated by the blonde's knee strike to her opponent's groin. The snake was grinding Nova's foundations as if this was something the Little Star deserved more than anything else. There was not a shred of remorse or empathy in the queen as she did so, but neither was there pleasure in her self-righteous cruelty.

The queen, in her composure, made it look like a well-deserved punishment, and no one seemed willing to dispute it, not even the referee, who witnessed the Agent of Order's collapse with pity. Nova was alone in this! And her first attempt to reciprocate the low blows came in the form of a fist aimed at Gabriel's face! However, the strike did not even surprise the blonde, nor did it interrupt her in the slightest, much less distract her—more striking was the air that carried that attack, stirring her blonde hair, than the warning that the blow was. The queen knew that blow would never land straight. And to a certain extent, part of her loved detonating the knee strike into Steele as a consequence of her mistake. Nova's next blow consequently landed on Gabriel's ribs, shaking the blonde, but not causing her to yield. The stellar woman's strength felt like a plea not to give her another knee to the groin. A plea that Vinlee ignored just as Nova ignored hers in that stampede.

In any case, Gabriel was not thinking of being lenient, but anyway, she tensed, anticipating a stronger blow.

She ended the cruel blows' rain with one more. Her last knee strike earned her a good hook from Steele to her waist, who this time managed to bend the queen and make her press her lips together, but no further, because with a grunt she pushed Steele away, letting the pain and chaos in that woman's foundations subjugate her, while herself wrapped one arm around her waist and growled through clenched teeth in pain.

That last blow did hurt her. That last punch was the closest to making her groan, but, as a sadist like that Queen well understands, pain is mental, and nothing feels so broken that it should lessen its intensity. Besides, Steele looked much worse.

While the crowd favourite covers her legs, becoming more of a wounded beast, Gabriel quickly regains her composure, straightening up, shoulders back, and chest out like an imposing figure. She arched her back to lift her bust even higher as she prepared for her opponent, raking her fingers through her hair to organise the golden strands on her back. Some strands remained tousled, others limp from sweat, but she looked much better than Nova now. And her eyes, like a signature, lit up again in that brilliant green, feeding her piercing gaze with mercilessness. Gabriel twisted her neck until it cracked as she listened with disdain to Steele's statement.

Smiling condescendingly, she replied:

This is a No-DQ, darling~. You shouldn't have started so rouuughly with me if you were going to regret it later." Gabbie stuck her tongue out mockingly, pointing at it with her fingers so that smirk would be viciously engraved in her opponent's memory, fuelling the commotion in the stands.

The queen then reaffirmed her point, spinning violently on one leg while extending the other. There was no warning, nor did she wait for her opponent's eloquent response. She just did it, ready to stamp her heel on Agent of Order's jaw with a spinning heel kick. Her skirt would float like her hair in that wild spin.

If that blow found its target, Gabriel would press on, grabbing her starlet's pink hair from behind, wrapping the woman's mane around her fist to take control of her body and straighten her up like someone controlling the reins of an animal. She would quickly position themself back-to-back, wrap her arms around Nova's neck to rest it on her shoulder and then, after muttering with disdain, drop to her knees for a Back-to-Back Neckbreaker with which to terrify the babyface fans.

[Parker]

Nova’s sharp glare turned to more of a flat stare at Gabriel’s defense of her actions. The heroine simply snorted, giving her a small nod at her reasoning. When the girl stuck out her tongue quite childishly, she got a squint from the pink-haired woman, who felt it hard to be intimidating or upstanding whilst nursing her crotch… so she didn’t, she just hung back until her opponent approached.

Perhaps a lunge or a charging blow would have caught her, but Nova was keenly watching. When Gabriel’s skirt and golden hair spun out in a vicious arc, her heel cutting through the air with murderous intent. The crowd recoiled, bracing for the strike that would surely snap the Agent of Order’s jaw.
But Nova saw it coming. It was hard to hide a spinning move, especially on a straight approach.

She dropped down hard onto her knees, her body jolting with the impact against the mat, ducking low so the heel only sliced empty space above her. The brush of displaced air tugged at her pink locks, but she was untouched.

Her eyes narrowed, locking on Gabriel even as the blonde’s momentum carried her leg past. A grim smile twisted across Nova’s lips. Her voice came hoarse, raspy from exertion, but cutting all the same.

“You’re right,” she spat, low but seething. “It is no disqualification.”

Her knee braced against the mat, her body coiling. Nova threw every ounce of her battered strength into one savage counter. Her arm shot upward in a brutal uppercut, burying her fist into Gabriel’s crotch with a thunderous impact that ripped through the silence.

The arena erupted in gasps and jeers, the shock of it rattling the rafters. Nova’s fist lingered high from the follow-through, her chest heaving, her body trembling with the weight of defiance. She’d been battered, bent, and nearly broken, but she hadn’t forgotten, if the Queen of Chaos wanted this fight, then the heroine was more than capable of answering in kind so long as the rules permitted.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel's kick was so powerful that just seeing her gather momentum with that spin made the spectators' hair stand on end. But her foot met nothing when it crossed the space where Nova Steele's head should have been waiting for her. And the queen barely had a chance to balance herself on both feet to follow that pink trail downward.

Her opponent dodged by kneeling on the canvas. But that wasn't what made Gabriel hesitate; it was noticing the malice on Nova's face. She had such a grim look that Gabriel felt a glimmer of evil approaching as a cold shiver raced down her spine when the heroine supported her idea with that tone so uncharacteristic of her side of the Scale. All before hammering the point home with an uppercut to her opponent's cunt.

"PuUOOUGGH! UoHG-UouEeeGh!"

The heroine's fist disappeared completely inside Gabriel's skirt, shaking her hips with a shock that made the British woman's clothing shudder as the rest of her crumbled by the devastating fist. The queen's hips tensed, her body shook in a spasm, and the tips of her toes did not return to the canvas for a while. Her body folded around the punch as her saliva splattered from her mouth, and her eyes lost themselves in nothingness. She gasped in pain. Gabriel's knees crossed inward, trying to protect herself, but the fist remained in place. The Queen of Chaos, vulnerable and fragile, could only babble between gasps, processing what Nova Steele had just done. Unable to stop shaking by the torture comparable to a medieval rack.

The attack was etched in everyone's mind as the worst thing a heroine could do—an unforgivable breach for all fans of the good, and yet the new greatest representative of that dogma had just broken it.

Meanwhile, the Evil representative's eyes glistened, still wide with shock as she gasped, nearly hyperventilating, tears welling up and then spilling down her cheeks, filled with pleasure and pain. The European Viper, numb, first watched in the direction of Steele's punch, as if to check what she had just done. One of her hands, trembling, clung to the wrist of that fist, as if she were considering scooting away even though her strength was diminished. Then, with her face flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes still clouded with disbelief, Gabriel looked at Steele, praying Steele wouldn’t act on the thought she dreaded.

[Parker]

Nova’s breaths came rough and uneven, but her eyes didn’t falter. Gabriel had set the rules of this war, and in a No-DQ fight, there was no dishonor in fighting fire with fire. Still, she wasn’t immune to the weight of what she’d just done; the pink-haired heroine’s jaw clenched, her face drawn in something between resolve and lingering disbelief.

She pulled her fist back and let her fingers tangle into Gabriel’s top, holding on as if her very balance depended on it. “You brought this on yourself,” Nova breathed, not cruel, but steady, a voice that carried more necessity than malice. Using her rival’s staggering body as leverage, she fought her way upright, boots dragging until her legs steadied beneath her.

Her grip slid higher, palms settling firm on Gabriel’s shoulders. Nova’s body trembled with effort, yet she summoned the strength to whirl her opponent around, blonde hair fanning out with the motion. Her arms wrapped low around Gabriel’s waist and thighs, muscles flexing as she hoisted the Queen of Chaos off her feet, bracing her own stance with a grunt of exertion.

With one sharp drop, Nova brought Gabriel crashing down onto her bent knee, tailbone-first, the impact shuddering up through both their bodies with an atomic drop. The crowd gasped at the brutal counter, but Nova was determined, her expression strained, as if punishing Gabriel this way was as taxing on her spirit as it was devastating to her foe’s body.

For a moment, she held Gabriel upright in her grasp, almost gently, letting the audience see the toll both women were paying in this war. Nova’s arms were still tight,slipping up to wrap around the woman’s waist. With a flex of her arms, she squeezed and pulled down, grinding Gabriel down onto her knee while simultaneously crushing her in a reverse bearhug from behind.

[Hagen-Autem]

The plea reflected in Gabriel's eyes was immense. With her lips slightly parted, but unable to pronounce syllables that form coherent words, and with her body trembling and unable to make a gesture that would insist on reconsideration from her rival, all she had left were her bright eyes to talk. Blushing, she absorbed the painful yoke that the Agent of Order detonated in her groin. She waited for the worst, what any opponent would have done to her every time she misbehaved. However, that did not happen.

Instead of giving Gabriel a taste of her sadism, Nova spoke to her in a tone that bore a certain degree of compassion, without that perverse malice or enjoyment of what she was doing to her. After all, she was just doing her job as a heroine here, besides evening the score. Nova's fist slid out of the queen's womanhood, allowing her feet to touch the ground, and her thighs finally closed. A moan of relief escaped the queen as she tucked her skirt between her legs with her stumbling hands. She refused to collapse onto the canvas from that low blow, even though her body begged to lie down and rest, and Steele helped her in her internal struggle by grabbing her by the collar of her shirt. However, her garment stretched as if Nova were claiming it, forcing Gabriel to stand straighter than she wanted or needed to right now, and her shirt barely held, forcing her to remain still while the pain still sapped her strength.

It was a torturous few seconds for Gabriel as the heroine regained her composure, using her for support before taking control of the fight once again—she whirled around, taking advantage of the Queen of Chaos' vulnerability, wrapped one arm around her narrow waist and grabbed her thigh with the other to lift the queen and slam her ass onto her knee!

All of Gabriel's ideas about Nova vanished when that titan carried her over one of her shoulders, knowing what it meant to be heaved like that—with legs spread wide, ready to be dropped in. She shook her head fervently in horror, but couldn't stop Steele from dropping her groin down onto her bent knee.

"GyAGh!”

The moanof pain escaped her mouth. Finally, after so much punishment, her lips parted to give the arena one of those sounds.

The queen's eyes widened as the center of her hips landed on that kneecap, shaking her nervous system with an impact capable of wringing her body from the shock, sitting her down painfully, causing a huge drop of drool to jump from her lips as electricity crackled to her fingers, and her spine rested on her opponent's chest.

The spasm of pleasure and pain came next, and before the collapse bent her over, one of her eyes closed, her cheeks sucked in, and her lips parted because of the trembling disaster she was becoming as her hands pathetically went down inside her skirt, once again, to try to calm the massive pain inside the garment.

The queen had practically collapsed onto that lap, her back resting on Nova's chest, staring at the ceiling as she trembled, and a couple of erotic tears traced their way down her face. Her legs trembled as much as her back, her gasps triggering spasms, and she remained there, unable to stop using Pink Star's thigh as a saddle.

It had been two consecutive low blows, although the last one aimed more at her tailbone, but even so, an ignorant person would classify it as a discreet low blow because of the catastrophe it causes in anyone.

The queen began to scoot a few inches away from that knee, even if it meant kneeling on the canvas in a humiliating position, but Nova's other arm wrapped around her waist, immobilising her with a hug that the queen would have enjoyed because of the contact with those toned and beautiful biceps, but not under these circumstances. Much less because the heroine squeezed her waist in a bear hug that tightened her waist even more, punishing her organs and making her snort between her lips.

She's cross-eyed as she tries to struggle, her legs begin to kick in pain, not because of the compression of her guts themselves, but because Nova was pulling her down, pressing Gabriel's groin against her punishing knee.

"Gy-yhmg-gyyyagh."

Her hand clapped on Nova's arm. The referee approached to ask if she was giving up, but before she could finish her question, the queen was already shouting a sharp but determined “No!”

The crowd, although disagreeing with the method, encouraged Nova to continue appeasing the queen in this way. Giving her a taste of her own medicine. Let's see if Queen of Chaos would break the adage that gave her the title of Indomitable.

The queen's fingers squeezed Nova's biceps as she bit her lips, and her other hand slipped between her skin and Steele's hand. The pink-haired heroine was strong, brutally strong, but Gabriel was no weakling. Using her hysteria to empower herself, she tensed her abdomen and sought Nova's thumb.

"*Sigh* guuegh!"

A sob she would have liked to swallow came out of her mouth, then she let out another humiliating moan. The queen was kicking in an effort to get out of there, but she couldn't shake herself too much or she would self-destruct. She couldn't take this anymore, but she didn't want to give up either, not when she was so close to achieving her goal...

"Guuuueegh!!"

Giving in, the queen sucked in her stomach and arched her back, resisting the punishment as she bit her lips hard. Her legs, still weak, began to stretch to separate her hips from that knee, fighting against the strength of Steele's arms and back. The back of her neck rested on Nova's shoulder as her arm settled into the space beneath the heroine's jaw, placing her own biceps on her throat while her hand reached for her pink hair. Her other hand firmly grasped Steele's thumb, about to attempt something.

Time was running out. She brought her lips close to her rival's ear and whispered a single sentence sincerely before attempting something crazy.

"I'm sorry," There wasn't even a hint of mockery or foolishness in her tone. "I jus-just didn't want you to thro-tHrOw m-me like that...a-ag-again." Her trembling mouth could barely follow the commands to organise the syllables to say that amid so much pleasure, pain, and brute effort. She closed her display of humanity with a delicate kiss on Steele's cheek.

It was slow, gentle, and in a way, flirtatious in its own way.

The audience was confused, groaning in surprise at hearing an apology from her mouth, stunned by that lewd and tender second. The ref, on the other hand, being the closest, could hear some syllables of what Gabriel said, but not the whole message, so she was sadly left between her and her opponent again.

It was a miracle to achieve so much without breaking under the Chevalet, and Corset that keeps tightening around her waist. However, she did not expect Steele to take pity on her. The queen lowered her grip to the back of Nova's neck to squeeze the sides of it with three fingers, forcing her to arch forward! The strength of her fingers was fearsome, worthy of a wrestler addicted to holds, her best card when dealing with such powerful opponents. Although now, as she pinched a sensitive spot like a pair of pliers, she would put all the muscles in her body to work, driven by hysteria, pain, rage, and a lot of willpower to ignite all her adrenaline and achieve the unthinkable in that situation: bending Nova's thumb outward to open the bearhug and get up from her knee before pulling the heavyweight's head forward to throw Nova Steele's body forward.

Spoiler

It wasn't going to be easy. Nova Steele was a real stone in her boots, so she had to give it her all to overcome her opponent's power, even if only for a crucial moment.

[Parker]

Nova’s arms locked around Gabriel’s waist like iron bands, every breath she took forcing the Queen of Chaos tighter across her knee. The Brit’s spine bowed, her hips ground down again and again against the punishing point of bone. Nova’s jaw clenched, her blue eyes hard, but there was no gloating in her expression, only the grim determination of someone giving back in kind what had been dealt to her.

The crowd roared, half in approval, half in unease at the heroine’s ruthless dominance. Nova’s chest rose and fell with exertion as she leaned back, pouring raw strength into the crushing bearhug. Gabriel’s cries rang hot against her ear, a mingling of pain and something else, and for a moment it seemed the Queen might finally break.

Then… words. Trembling, desperate words.

Nova’s eyes widened as Gabriel whispered. “…What?” The words hit her like a jolt, her grip faltering as she processed the impossible sincerity. In this moment they weren’t arch enemies. They weren’t competitors. They were colleages, here to entertain. Compassion rooted deep beneath the character of who was Nova’s Steele started to peak out from behind the cracks. When lips pressed softly against her cheek, Nova froze, a flush of confusion and humanity breaking through her steel facade.

That instant of weakness cost her.

Pain lanced through her thumb as Gabriel wrenched at it, bending it cruelly outward. Nova hissed, her arms forced to slacken, her muscles betraying her will. “Nnhh, curse you!” she grit, teeth bared, fighting to hold on, but the leverage was gone.

And then the world spun. Gabriel’s fingers hooked the back of her neck and wrenched, sending the powerhouse heroine snapping forward in a violent arc with her snapemare. Nova’s pink hair whipped across her vision, her body whipped overhead, and she hit the mat hard with a thud that rattled her bones.
She rolled forward on her backside, clutching at her hand, her chest heaving as the sting of betrayal and the ache in her back collided in her head. For the first time in the match, Steele looked less like the unyielding Agent of Order, and more like a woman stunned, not just by the pain, but by the mind games Gabriel had woven into her escape.