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

[DJPow]

Mirewyn was still feeling the echo of that lariat in her chest as she tried to rise, the sting lingering beneath her ribs and up through her collarbone as she drew herself off the canvas. Her movements were slower now, with one knee planted while the other dragged in, breath coming in measured pulls as she forced her body to cooperate. Somewhere in the noise of the crowd she caught Freezer’s voice, sharp and triumphant, and the sound alone was enough to tell her that the balance had shifted in a way she hadn’t intended. She looked up just in time to see Freezer turn and break into a sprint.

Instinct told her to brace for another straight-line collision, another driving strike meant to knock her flat again. Her shoulders tensed, arms starting to lift as she tried to square herself from her knees, eyes tracking the Ice Queen’s approach. What followed, however, was not the impact she was preparing for but something far worse. Freezer vaulted, her body lifting cleanly off the mat, momentum carrying her up and over Mirewyn’s kneeling frame in a smooth, confident arc.

"GAAAGH!"

The shout tore out of Mirewyn just as Freezer’s hand snapped onto her head at the apex of the rotation, fingers hooking tight as gravity reclaimed them both. Mirewyn was wrenched forward and down in one merciless motion, her posture collapsing as the somersault neckbreaker came crashing through. The back of her head and upper spine were driven hard into the canvas, the impact sharp and unforgiving, rattling through her frame with a violence that stole the breath from her lungs and left her vision swimming.

Her legs kicked out and then fell limp, her arms flopping uselessly at her sides as the shock rolled through her shoulders and down her back. When she finally moved, it was slow and unsteady. She rolled weakly onto her side, one forearm dragging across the mat as she tried to pull herself together, fingers curling and uncurling against the canvas.

If the lesson hadn’t been clear before, it was unmistakable now. Somewhere between the flirtation and the indulgence, Mirewyn had let herself forget that this was still a fight. She had chased pleasure early in the match when she should have been chasing damage, and Freezer had punished the lapse without hesitation.

But hindsight is 20/20, and right now Mirewyn was down hard, visibly shaken by the neckbreaker, and for the first time in the match she looked genuinely vulnerable, sprawled near Freezer’s feet with little left to stop the Ice Queen from dictating what came next.

[BlackAkuma]

The audience could feel the shift, too, with no small amount of her fans chiming in after she soared through the air and scored that palpable hit. They had been fairly solid on Mirewyn’s side before, always tending towards the new wrestlers in matches like this, especially when they pretty young things like Mirewyn. But now that the old - ahem, older guard was taking control, they were falling back in line.

Not that it mattered much to Freezer, either way - while she would happily play to the crowd during her entrance and at spots during a match, the only person who truly mattered to her during a match was the one she was facing. Her concerns solely lay with Mirewyn, the woman she had just managed to get the advantage of. For the time being.

Freezer threw her legs about after the fall and whipped around to her chest, just in time to watch as her opponent slumped to the side, looking stunned. She certainly still had energy, wasn’t quite down, but that might not have mattered - there was always a chance that she might’ve been out of it enough for a pinfall. Small as it was, her training demanded she attempt.

Of course, Freezer Katakura couldn't simply pin her opponent. She had to put her own spin on things.

Freezer moved over, wrapped an arm around Mirewyn’s leg, and pulled it up as she leaned forward and pressed against her chest for the pin. She made good use of the closeness, too, when she brought her lips to Mirewyn’s neck and began to suckle and lick away, teasing her into submission with her sensual sensations. How long they would last would depend on Mirewyn herself, as the referee was already moving in to start the count.

”1…!”

[DJPow]

Mirewyn was only just beginning to find her bearings again when the weight returned, pressing her back to the canvas before she could fully roll away. The aftershock of the neckbreaker still buzzed through her skull, vision dulled at the edges, chest rising sharply as she fought to pull in a full breath. She was aware of Freezer looming over her, of the sudden closeness, but there was a lag between thought and response that left her momentarily exposed.

Her leg was hooked and lifted, hips turned just enough to flatten her shoulders as Freezer leaned in to secure the cover. The sweet nips at her neck drew a sharp intake of breath from Mirewyn, savouring her opponent's crisp kisses despite the compromising position they put her in. Her body tensed instinctively beneath the pin as the referee slid into position beside them, and through the haze she heard the slap of the mat.

“1…!”

That sound alone was enough to cut through the steamy haze.

“2…!”

Mirewyn’s eyes snapped into focus, her body reacting before her mind could fully catch up. She twisted her shoulders hard, core engaging as she drove her free leg down into the canvas and kicked out with force, the sudden burst of movement breaking the pin cleanly. Her leg snapped free, hips rolling just enough to send Freezer’s weight shifting as the count was cut short.

Mirewyn quickly rolled onto her side, drawing her knees in for a moment as she sucked in air, one arm wrapping briefly around the back of her head while the other braced against the mat, her eyes blinking away the last of the disorientation. With renewed energy, she pushed herself up onto her knees then back to her feet, gaze lifting to meet Freezer’s again. “Perhaps I’ve been too gentle with you, Freezer.” There was no teasing smile this time, no playful glint, just a steady, defiant look that promised she wasn’t done yet. “Seems I’ll have to thaw you out before I can really begin playing with you.”

[BlackAkuma]

As Freezer lapped away at Mirewyn’s neck, she couldn't resist a light chuckle. She swore, this woman even tasted like a tree.

Not that she would know exactly what a tree tastes like, since she didn’t make a habit of going around and licking them. But she knew their odor, their scent, and hanging in the air through many of her jogging sessions, and those sensations were dancing on her tongue. Perhaps it was whatever cream she had on, but Freezer had a good memory for what her lips did and did not touch, and she could say that no other woman had this flavor.

Then again, it could’ve all been illusory. A trick of the mind. But she liked the idea, and she was perfectly willing to give it a more thorough test. The referee’s count, however, would postpone such ideas.

Freezer had not expected Mirewyn to give in so easily, so she was delighted when the woman not only escaped the pinfall, but did so with surprising force. Freezer rolled away, then rose up on her hunch. She chewed on the edge of her lips as her foe rose and monitored, checking for any problems - no, she was good to go. Frazzled, maybe, but not enough to cheapen their match.

That defiance in her eyes was interesting - something about that pinfall had woken her foe up, and she could tell that things had just grown a touch more serious. Good, good. Freezer wanted this woman at her best before she beat her, and it seemed Mirewyn was prepped to deliver.

But could Freezer fan those flames even hotter? She was curious to see. ”So you say, Mirewyn-chan. But I’m starting to think you simply don’t have the heat for such a task.”

Freezer made her way towards the center of the ring with a slow, deliberate pace. No rushing, no sudden attacks, no feints. She merely raised one hand, then the other, with her fingers wiggling, as she stared straight into Mirewyn’s rich, lilac eyes. A test of strength. One of wrestling’s oldest, hallowed traditions.

”Prove me wrong.”

[DJPow]

Mirewyn lingered near the center of the ring for a few seconds after the kick-out, chest rising and falling as she let the last of the ringing in her head settle. Across from her, Freezer had slowed things down on her own terms, hands raised, eyes locked, offering that classic invitation that stripped the match back to its fundamentals. No tricks, no sudden strikes. Just strength and nerve. Naturally, Mirewyn stepped in to meet it.

Their fingers interlaced, forearms pressing tight as the test of strength engaged in earnest. Freezer pushed immediately, driving upward and forward, trying to force Mirewyn onto her heels. The difference in raw power was evident, and Mirewyn didn’t waste energy pretending otherwise. She yielded inches, knees bending as her stance widened, keeping her center of gravity low and stable. Rather than resisting the pressure directly, she let it travel through her frame, using the moment to study where Freezer committed her power and how her body distributed it's weight.

“You’re strong,” Mirewyn murmured quietly, almost approving. “But you don't hide it. How fortunate.”

As Freezer leaned in again, Mirewyn suddenly rotated their joined hands inward and stepped across her opponent’s lead foot, pulling Freezer’s arm across her own centerline. The motion turned the test of strength into a sudden twist of the shoulder, forcing Freezer's posture to open up. Mirewyn ducked her head under the arm in one smooth motion, keeping tight contact as she threaded herself through, never letting the limb slip free.

In the same breath, she turned her back to Freezer and sharply yanked the captured arm up and over, folding it across Freezer’s own shoulder. The shoulder joint screamed under the torque as Mirewyn climbed the hold, her hips turning sideways as she stepped her near leg high and draped it cleanly across the back of Freezer’s neck. Her calf pressed down, heel hooking tight, pulling Freezer’s upper body forward as Mirewyn wrapped herself fully around her opponent in a standing octopus hold! The crowd gasped as the masterful transition took place, Mirewyn clearly intent on showing her opponent not even the slightest bit of reprieve.

"How typical of one so cold-hearted as yourself, to doubt Nature's fire. Surely you did not think strength could outmatch resolve, now did you my love?" Mirewyn mused as she torqued the hold to an agonizing degree.

[BlackAkuma]

Life had a funny way of rebounding sometimes, Freezer found. Ebs and flows. Kismet. Call it what you will.

Here, she’d been all flustered about what happened with her Kiss Club, thinking she might have to go dry for the first match in years, and instead she found herself with one of her most enticing opponents in recent moment. Mirewyn was not only an alluring, intriguing foe, but she was giving Freezer what she valued most in combat - a true challenge. The match only five or so minutes, and the cold sweats were already breaking out. The quickened heartbeat. The short breath.

Freezer was being pushed, in a way that she hadn't experienced in a long time. Mirewyn would be quite the knot to unravel.

But she was going to do it. She was going to solve this puzzle.

Her tie-up seemed like a reasonable approach, at first. While she recognized the danger of linking up with and offering limbs to such a capable, deft opponent, she was relatively confident that her power could see her through. So far, it was the area where had the clearest advantage over her wispy wooden foe. For a moment, that truly seemed to be the case. She pushed forward and Mirewyn gave way, giving her all the space she could ask for. Freezer prepared to press her advantage and transfer into something substantial.

That was the moment it happened.

The sequence was so quick that even Freezer, with her wealth of experience, had trouble tracking all the steps. Mirewyn realigned their center, moved to the side and made her strength useless. By the time she’d adjusted, it was already too late - the woman was ducking her grasp, slithering around her blindside, and working her magic behind her. Her arm was trapped, a calf came over her head, and just like that, she found herself trapped in one of wrestling’s most elusive holds.

The Octopus Hold. An excellent choice, and one that Freezer hadn't found herself trapped in for ages, longer than she cared to recall. Getting it setup was more than even most submissionists could hang, to say nothing of doing so effectively, but Mirewyn had checked all the boxes. Bravo.

Freezer bit back her cry as the arm was yanked back, and nearly fell down to her knee, only managing to push up and stay standing at the last second.

”I won’t lie, I just might have.” She sighed and rubbed her cheek against Mirewyn’s calf. ”Not a mistake I intend to make again.”

[DJPow]

A few seconds earlier, the balance had shifted almost instantaneously. The test of strength had dissolved into rotation and leverage, and Mirewyn had slipped behind Freezer’s power before it could be brought to bear. Now she was fully committed to the octopus hold, her body wrapped tight around her opponent, every point of contact doing Nature's work.

She felt the moment Freezer nearly dipped to a knee, felt the surge of effort it took for her to stay upright. That told Mirewyn everything she needed to know. She adjusted her stance, planting her free foot more firmly against the mat, toes biting in for traction as she leaned her weight subtly backward. Her thigh tightened across the back of Freezer’s neck, calf pressing down with renewed intent, simultaneously crushing her opponent's windpipe while forcing her spine into a deeper, uncomfortable curve.

Mirewyn’s grip slid along Freezer’s trapped arm, fingers finding the wrist and folding it closer to the shoulder, closing the space and increasing the torque through the joint. She kept her chest close to Freezer’s back, cheek brushing against her shoulder as she breathed steadily, unhurried, letting the hold speak for her. Each micro-adjustment made the submission more complete, more intimate, as if she were weaving herself further into Freezer’s frame.

"Ahh good. It's important we learn from our mistakes Mirewyn spoke almost casually, her grip iron tight."Which is why this time, I won't let your strength overcome my lust so easily"

It was only fitting that Nature's most sensual submissionist would once again seek to make use of this advantageous position. Mirewyn's free hand began to trace a deliberate path downwards from Freezer's shoulder blade. Her fingers, strong and agile, moved with lustful intent, gliding over sweat-slick skin until they reached the curve of Freezer's lower back. She paused for a moment, allowing Freezer to feel the anticipation, the promise of what was to come. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Mirewyn slipped her hand beneath Freezer's gear and deftly across the crevices of her ass cheeks.

With a sudden, bold move, Mirewyn's middle finger dipped lower, parting the lips of Freezer's pussy with a skilled familiarity born from the last time she had dared to venture into her opponent's womanhood. Her index finger joined her middle finger, working in tandem to explore Freezer’s depths.

"Admit it," she whispered, voice already laced with triumph. "You can’t resist me. I'm simply too... potent"

She curled her fingers upwards, seeking out the most sensitive spots with grace and earnest, plunging deep inside with relentless fervor. Her other arm, still locked in the octopus hold, tightened subtly, synchronizing with the rhythm of her fingers, ensuring that Freezer was fully enclosed in her dominance. The audience remained on their edge of their seats, eager to witness if this blend of pleasure and pain would finally be enough to overwhelm the Ice Queen!

[BlackAkuma]

A part of Freezer - the pettiest part that she rarely indulged - simply wanted to blame her current situation on her own failings as a wrestler, for being too distracted and letting her foe get into such an advantageous, devastating, and torturous hold. It would’ve been far too easy to write it off as her being distracted over the events that preceded the match, or for her to say that the disruption in her routine was having calamitous effect on her performance.

Nonsense. Those were poor excuses, and she refused to stoop to them. The truth was that Mirewyn was simply that good.

Struggling as she did, she couldn't find the weak link in Mirewyn’s chain that would let her fight free. The woman moved with an almost prescient ease, as if she knew what Freezer would try before she even attempted it. Perhaps she did. The nymph clearly had great experience wrapping up women in these vines of hers. There wasn’t much Freezer could do that would take her off guard.

Mirewyn herself, on the hand, was an exception. Freezer felt that treacherous spare hand making its way around her body, as if it’s owner didn’t know exactly where to touch. She was building up suspense perfectly, making Freezer wait for what she knew was coming. Her body stiffened in anticipation, and a moan came out before the woman even found her target. Magnificent.

Then came the touch. Freezer clenched teeth, trying hard to block out the sensations, but she might as well have attempted to block the sun with a clean sheet of glass. Mirewyn slipped in one deft finger, than another, and began her fiendish work from there, flooding her with pleasure while her arm continued to rain down pain. They worked in tandem, keeping her on a maddening edge, and there was no telling which side she would ultimately succumb to.

If Freezer had her way? Neither. ”You are potent. Yes.” The last word melted into a hiss as Mirewyn hit a particularly sensitive spot. ”But I believe you might find me a tad cold to your charms.”

She could never resist a good ice-pun, one of her failings. She backed it up with actions, however. For a moment, it seemed as if she was faltering, her legs turning to jelly, buckling under Mirewyn’s weight. Athe last moment, however, Freezer threw her body - and subsequently, Mirewyn’s back in, hurling them through space in a flip - one that, if her calculations were correct, would end up with her foe getting slammed hard into the canvas.

[DJPow]

For Mirewyn, this moment was undeniable. She was still fully wrapped around her work, calf pressed tight across Freezer’s neck, Freezer’s arm folded cruelly back across its own shoulder. The closeness had only heightened her desire, allowing her to take advantage of her opponent in ways few moves could. Even the inner folds of Freezer's pussy felt brisk, a phenomena that was quickly fading as Mirewyn shared her heat in the form of her fast pumping fingers. When She felt the subtle shift in Freezer’s hips and spine, it only only strengthened her resolve. Perhaps the Ice Queen was buckling, bowing to her knees. Perfect, a grounded octopus hold would be an even more delectable method to make her chilling rival succumb.

Except, perhaps caught in the throes of lust and dominance, Mirewyn had seemed to misjudge her opponent's posturing. By the time she recognized what was truly happening, it was already too late.

"Nooo!" Mirewyn yelped as the entanglement unraveled, her enraptured fingers forced to flee the wet confines of her opponent's pussy.

Freezer dropped her weight and threw herself backward in one decisive motion, turning the hold against its architect. Mirewyn’s leg slid free as the structure unraveled, her grip on the arm tearing loose as gravity took over. She was carried up and over with the motion, spine exposed, no post or roll to save her. Her upper back and shoulders hit the canvas flat and hard, snapping her down and driving the air clean out of her lungs.

Where moments before there had been heat, pressure, and control, there was now only distance and pain. Mirewyn’s body reacted before her mind caught up, arms flinging outward as her back bowed and then collapsed against the mat. A sharp gasp tore from her throat as she fought for breath, chest stuttering as she tried to refill lungs that refused to cooperate. Her head rolled to the side, hair sticking to her cheek as she lay spread out beneath the lights.

The strength that had threaded her through that beautiful submission a moment earlier now felt distant, buried under the dull, spreading ache that pinned her in place. The only remnants of her once dominant position remained on her fingertips in the form of Freezer's juices.

"You truly must have a heart of ice, to not let yourself succumb to my tender touch" Mirewyn gasped as she pushed herself up to her knees, her fingers trembling up to her lips as she tenderly licked away at the slick coating. Whatever control she had enjoyed in that entanglement was gone, replaced by the raw reminder of how quickly a hold could be broken and a match could turn, leaving her sprawled on the mat and vulnerable to whatever Freezer chose to do next.

[BlackAkuma]

It was probably a good thing that this was not a hentai match. Freezer was self-aware enough to admit that.

While she was more familiar than most with the female body and often incorporated sensuality in matches, true hentai wrestling was something that had eluded her - the art of fucking and fighting in pure harmony. She would get there one day, it was a major goal of her time in LAW, but she wasn’t there yet. Not in comparison to Meriwyn, certainly.

So if the match rode on her avoiding an orgasm, her chances would be significantly diminished. Fending off Mirewyn’s amorous attacks was possible, but she got the distinct impression that was mainly because the woman wasn’t focusing on them to win - they were just a thing she did of her own volition, to make things more pleasurable for them both. If she truly focused on making Freezer orgasm, the Ice Queen doubted there was anything she could do to stop her.

But like this, she did have options, and she employed them. It pained her soul to break Mirewyn out of her work and ended this carnival of carnal carnage, but she did have a match to win.

It wasn’t a pleasant fall for Freezer, either, with her arm getting stretched at a painful angle as they fell, but it did seem like Mirewyn took the brunt of it. She rolled away from the impact zone up to her hands and knees, and took a moment catch her breath and realign her thoughts.

She could still feel Mirewyn over her. Those legs around her body, that hot breath in her ears, and those fingers, gods, those fingers.

Her opponent’s words imposed some focus in her, and she shook it off as she rose, letting it go with a little shake of her head and soft, sighing laugh. ”Little nymph, you’ve no idea. That hurts me so much more than it hurts you.” She rolled her neck as she moved in. ”But not so much as this.”

Freezer proved that statement to be true in the next moment, as she moved in, grasped Mirewyn by the head, and pulled her up, forcing her to stand. Her opponent was only straight for a second before she spun about, dipped forward, and pulled the woman’s head over her shoulder, dumping her into a sitting position with a swift snapmare.

It left Mirewyn’s back exposed, which was all Freezer wanted - she hopped back, launched herself forward, and swung her leg for a soccer kick, going for a field goal with the small of her foe’s back.