Natasha Vaughn vs. The Body - Beginner's Luck

[BlackAkuma]

Lola couldn't read minds, nor would she care to if she could, but she knew people. Especially idiots like Natasha, little simple-minded fools who thought they knew how the world worked. She acted like this was her fault for retaliating, but if she had any sense, she would’ve been ready for that. Clearly, she had some delusions about who she was dealing with and what this match was about.

Fortunately for her, Lola excelled at making fools face the reality of their situation. It was something of an old specialty of hers.

Lola slunk off the bed, still nursing her aching skull as she went, and made her way around the corner of it with heavy, hurried steps - not running, but not taking her time, either. As soon as she was close enough, she brought her foot up and drove it down into Natasha’s chest, stomping her into the hardened floor and keeping her pinned under her not-inconsiderable weight. ”What did you call me before? Hm?” Her eyes narrowed as she glared down at the woman, with a growing sneer across the lips. ”I didn’t quite catch it.”

[Nymph]

Natasha’s breath hitched as the woman was having trouble to get air in his lungs after the nasty fall she had experienced. The worst part was that this would only mark the beginning of her new predicament, being trapped in the previous grapevine looking like an almost desired outcome against what was transpiring now that Lola was out for blood. “Auuuugh!!” Blaze cried in pain and despair when a stocking-clad foot firmly impacted against her chest, her first taste of Lola’s leg power and surely not the last.

At that moment the Colombian towered over Natasha, who could do nothing more that squirming to no avail under that foot that kept her trapped against the floor and in a more than respectable amount of pain. Then Lola looked at Nat with a sneer of complacency. The show called for something smart, some witty remark that would maintain the redhead’s character afloat even when her body screamed for mercy, but any good will towards a decent show and rivalry had been thrown out of the window when Lola decided to go the nasty way with her. “Fuck you.”, she snarled with as much voice as she could muster which wasn’t much.

[BlackAkuma]

‘Fuck you’. That was it? Disappointing. Here, Lola had been expecting something grander, something heroic. The women she put in these situations always saw themselves as the ‘good guy’, as if such a thing even existed. They would look up her, all defiant, and say something bold and stupid. Tell her how they weren’t afraid of her while they bawled their eyes out. Maybe threaten her. Insult her parents—that kind of thing.

But not Natasha. Just…’fuck you’. Lola expected more from a redhead. ”No,” She moved her foot off the woman’s chest, only so she could reach for the woman’s head. ”You’re the only one getting fucked, here.”

Lola stepped over Natasha's neck, pulled her head up between her legs, crossed her ankles, and attempted to put her opponent into a tight standing headscissors, one that would force her to look skyward as she applied heavy pressure to that thick skull of hers.

More importantly, it would make her face visible to Lola, nice and clear. She needed to see the suffering.

[Nymph]

Natasha was mad and frustrated beyond words, her rival having gone too far so the redhead didn’t want to put the show first. Now that Lola had shown that she was willing to seriously hurt her, the redhead needed to think how to escape her predicament and end that bitch as quickly as possible. Of course that was going to prove a little harder than expected given the fact that the Colombian had pummeled Blaze with some nasty shots and now she bad the redhead where she wanted.

And from there things were going to get even worse for Blaze. Lola only released her foot from the redhead’s chest for a reason, allowing her to get a much needed breath of fresh air, even more needed now considering that reason was to lock Blaze in a powerful standing headscissor. Nat could only groan in protest when she was put in position and her eyes widened in panic as she knew what was going on. She had found herself in the very place she wanted to avoid from the start. She tried to fight back but her attempts were desperate and without much strategy. She hit Lola’s thighs to no avail, pat against the Colombian’s rear and tried to pry those legs open, but with each passing second Natasha could feel her strength fading as her air reserves were depleting and soon enough she was nothing more than a gasping ragdoll between Lola’s legs, gasping for air that wouldn’t come unless the Colombian would release her.

[BlackAkuma]

People sometimes called Lola sadistic, but she never liked the term. She didn’t take particular joy in hurting others. She liked controlling them. Dominating them. Beating them at the games they didn't even know they were playing. It was all sport, like a hunter going after his prey. There was something about the look in the eyes of a person who’d found their head between her thighs, the way they fought and struggled for breath, that pleased her in ways that no drug ever truly could. It was fun to crush these little bug. To pluck the wings of their back and see them still try to fly, regardless.

…so, perhaps, she was sadistic. But she still didn’t like that term. Too barbaric for her tastes, and she was nothing if not refined.

”Hm? What was that?” Lola tipped her head to the side as she poured more pressure onto Natasha’s head, ramping up in intervals. 20%. 30% 40%. ”I can’t quite hear you. What was it you called me, again?”

Lola waited for the struggling to reach a crescendo before she abruptly parted her legs and let Natasha’s withered body fall to the floor, stepping off of her with a hand on her hips. She gave the woman a few seconds to catch her breath, before she reached down and snatched a handful of that lustrous red hair.

”Come on.” She began to walk across the room towards the kitchen area, attempting to drag Natasha along on her hands and knees as she went. ”Let me show you how things work around here.”

[Nymph]

This wasn’t Natasha’s first tango that ended with her head trapped between two luscious and powerful thighs. However, there was something to Lola that made her specially threatening. The woman was vicious and had no apparent concern towards her rival’s safety. Nat wouldn’t admit it right away but she was a little frightened by this match and the implications it could have to her physique, so her main directive became escaping from there as soon as possible, even if she wasn’t so sure of how she was going to do it. Her strength was sapped out as she gagged desperatedly for air that didn’t come inside her lungs. Her head was starting to feel adrift when suddenly Lola released her.

Blaze fell and quickly rolled on her side, gasping as air suddenly entered her system making her cough violently. She didn’t have enough time to consider her situation though because being released only meant that Lola was devising some kind of twisted plan that would surely involve some more physical torture. The Colombian confirmed the redhead’s suspicions when she was grabbed by the hair and dragged over, making Blaze follow on all fours in a pretty pathetic display. The redhead didn’t think much of this though. Instead she would play along and try to recover as much as possible. Any second out of that woman’s scissors was a second she could use to regain her strength and come back at her hard, but she still had to see what Lola had in store for her as she was dragged in between her groans of protest.

[BlackAkuma]

This. This was more in Lola’s element. As she dragged Natasha’s pathetic ass around, she started to fill the old familiar sensations coming back to her - how many dumb bitches had she brought to heel like this? Dozens? More than she cared to count offhand, but that was before she came to LAW. Things hadn't quite gone to plan since she came to Japan, but this was her golden chance to right the ship. What better way to do that than with some little idiot who’d gotten in over her head?

Lola looked up as they entered the kitchen, finding one of the cameras poised in a high corner, perfectly poised to capture everything.

Good. She wanted the world to see this. ”In LAW, there’s two types - victims and victimizers. That’s it.”

Lola gripped Natasha’s hair with both hands, forcing her to stand upright, and shoved her forward against the refrigerator, slamming her hard into the unforgiving metal. She rushed in a moment later, brought her knee up, and attempted to slam it into the woman’s stomach, trying to knock the wind out of her. ”Guess which one you are.”

[Nymph]

Natasha crawled in between her groans of protest as she was being dragged by the hair. She had no clue of where Lola was taking her but then she remembered some fact about that match’s rules: only submissions happening on the bed would be constitutive of victory. No matter where they were going there was a place where the match literally couldn’t end. Lola was playing with her now, as if she was some prey and the Colombian the predator.

Soon enough Nat noticed how Lola was dragging her towards the kitchen. Whatever the Colombian had in mind for that room she couldn’t muster, but the redhead wouldn’t need much time to learn of this. First of all Lola decided to force Blaze back on her feet, then started delivering a way too corny speech about human nature and LAW and it would have made a great show if the Colombian hadn’t gone too far in its application. Nat was about to roll her eyes to that speech when Lola sent her against the refrigerator, directly impacting against the cold metal and crying in surprise and pain. At least there weren’t any decorative magnets. LAW staff thought of everything.

Just when Blaze was starting to think about some payback Lola smashed her knee against the redhead’s belly. “Uuuuungh” Nat covered her battered midsection and bent over, all air knocked out of her. Then she had a realization: this wasn’t going to end soon unless she made something to stop it. So mustering whatever strength she had Blaze answered to Lola’s question by suddenly opening the refrigerator’s door and impacting it against the Colombian!

[BlackAkuma]

Honestly, where did LAW keep digging up these pathetic little twits? It didn’t make any real difference to Lola, she would happily tear them apart, but she was surprised with just how…unimpressive some of the competition was turning out to be. This wasn't the first time she’d had an easy time cutting through the competition, and she doubted it would be the last time.

For now, though, she was very much enjoying her moment of thrashing on this little fool, sending her knee into the woman’s breadbasket and folding her in half. As she suffered, Lola did a quick scan of the area, looking for items she could put to good use. She centered on a spatula that was hanging on a rack and plucked it off with a smile, remembering how her mother used the instrument to spank her when she was an unruly child.

Yes, that would do nicely.

Lola brought her focus back to Natasha after a moment, but perhaps a moment too late, as the woman decided to make another attempt at being competent. The refrigerator door was swung open and found its way to her face, making her squawk and stagger back at the impact, stunned and staggering. The spatula was still firm in her grasp, but she wasn’t in the right mind to use it.

[Nymph]

Now Natasha’s trick with the refrigerator door was successful and not a second too soon because in the middle of Lola’s staggering and reeling back the redhead could notice how the Colombian hadn’t lost time in trying to weaponize kitchen tools, carrying a cooking spatula in her hands and surely with no good intentions towards it. For a barely noticeable instant Blaze threw her gaze directly at one of the cameras in the kitchen, a look of true fear in her face. This wasn’t rehearsed or an act anymore, the woman was truly frightened of what could transpire here with that devious woman. Only the confidence in LAW’s professionality stopped her from just running away since she still trusted that management wouldn’t risk any serious damage and would stop the fight if things got too far, but how far was too far?

Blaze sprung to action. No time to have second thoughts about anything. This was now about survival. If left to her own devices Lola would find a way to seriously hurt Nat and she wasn’t willing to let that happen. The redhead rushed towards her reeling opponent and just then grabbed a hold of Lola, pressing the woman’s face against the kitchen counter while her free hand went at Lola’s to get that weaponized spatula against the Colombian’s back in a hammerlock hold! “Drop it, bitch!” Blaze tried to sound convincing but she was quite nervous and her voice sounded just a little shaky. Hopefully no one would notice.