Hentai Pop Quiz: Ms. Spencer vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

She had spared herself from worse, but the experience of the last few minutes informed Arlise she could not rest without trying to anticipate Muriel's next move.

Her head went through a dozen different ways she would have countered a headlock in this position, and she tried to form her way into a ball to prevent at least the majority of them, tucking her knees close to her own chest. At the same time, a strong arm worked to at least weary the skilled teacher in the headlock, and while the redhead couldn't fool herself into believing she would send the lovely woman into a panic, she would take what she could get after the onslaught that had lost her the opportunity for the first fall.

Naturally, Muriel took the best way out, though Arlise supposed she should consider it the safest for her. Though frustration crossed her features, she didn't resist more than to clasp her fingers together and add a forceful squeeze to the teacher's head - if she would escape, she would not do so without the Belgian beauty punishing her for it. Otherwise, her legs unfolded as she stood, and she did not resist Muriel's effort to propel them against the ropes, offering one more tight squeeze before the woman used momentum to unhinge the redhead and propel her across the ring.

Keep your head, keep moving...

Arlise reiterated that to herself as she used Muriel's push to carry her across the ring - a reminder to keep in constant motion and remain a constant problem. Though no speedster, she nimbly careened into the opposite ropes, and she shot back toward the other middleweight, not revealing her hand until she drew close and lifted a leg high for a big boot - or a big bare foot, in her case.

[BlackAkuma]

Some part of Muriel felt she should’ve been working Arlise on the ground, that she should’ve stayed there and tried her hand at escaping while they were vertical, and there was some sense to that. After all, she had already scored a pinfall, which meant the onus was on her to win the match with more sensual tactics now, something she relished in attempting. It had been a good, long while since she’d had such a nubile young wrestler all to herself, and there were so many things she wished to attempt…

But, for the moment, she remained stalwart and stuck to her traditional tactics, figuring she would be better served wearing Arlise down to the nub before she attempted more lewd shenanigans. After all, her foe had proved ever so elusive in the first round, and even though she had taken the early fall, it was no sure thing. She had the advantage here and was already halfway to winning, so there was little need to rush thing.

Traditional grappling, then. Her escape from the headlock was tried and true, pushing Arlise off and sending her running to the ropes. She came running forward herself as her foe dashed towards her, and she could already see her preparing for an attack - a big boot, her experience told her. Muriel ducked down at the last second and let the deadly blow soar overhead, as she continued her forward momentum, building up speed with every step.

Muriel hit the ropes and came rushing towards Arlise once more, ready to meet in the middle of the ring. This time, she had an attack of her own to try, as she spun about, swung her arm around, and attempted to nail her foe with a Discus Lariat, right on her chest.

[Winter]

Arlise would have adored the sensation of her foot powering through Muriel's sturdy form. She would have the advantage. She could have leaped on her and used every ounce of remaining energy to keep the woman downed, at a disadvantage, and unable to rise until the Belgian beauty had her submitting to whatever hold crossed through her clever mind.

Unfortunately, she whiffed, and the follow-through left her leaning on the toes of her swinging foot with nothing to show for it. Though she did grunt a complaint under her breath, she didn't let the miss rattle her, and as soon as she had peeked over her shoulder, red hair whipping into her face as she did, and saw - and heard - that Muriel had rushed toward the opposite side of the ring, the Belgian darted toward the ropes on her side of the ring so the teacher would not catch up to her.

She had a meager advantage in foot speed, so as she rebounded off the ropes, they met near the middle of the ring again, but the redhead caught one small shift in Muriel's feet that informed her how that meeting should go. As Muriel spun into the lariat, Arlise slowed, bent her knees, and reached for the oncoming arm. She did so in time to stop the lariat's momentum, and she shifted behind Muriel with the woman's arm hooked in hers.

As she crossed behind, the redhead jumped and swung a leg high. Her thighs caught her opponent's opposite arm, and Arlise whipped her body to bring her down with a crucifix driver.

[BlackAkuma]

That had been a close brush with disaster, and Muriel was keenly aware of it. While Arlise was no muscular bruiser, she had a pair of dangerously long legs, and if she had connected with that boot, Muriel would no doubt find herself on the floor, perhaps with one or two fewer teeth. She had only managed to see it coming thanks to her experience - she would have to thank Dixie Clemets for nailing her with that move far more often than she would’ve liked.

She was free and in the clear now and ready to meet her foe again, this time with her taking the initiative. The discus lariat seemed reasonable - fast, powerful, unorthodox but not ineffective. The move would surely send Arlise reeling if it hit.

She thought the surprise might work in her favor, but she was stunned when Arlise managed to avoid the attack anyway, leaving her off-kilter for a crucial moment. She struggled to right herself before her foe could take advantage, but it was too late - Arlise was already grabbing her arm and swinging around her like a monkey on a tree. Those fearsome legs snagged her arm, she was pulled back, and gravity handled the rest.

The Crucifix Bomb dropped Muriel right on the back of her neck, sending a shock down her spine. She rolled away, popped to her feet for a moment, bounced off the ropes, then fell forward, flat on her face, arms splayed and hair mussed. Hardly a flattering position.

[Winter]

Arlise surprised even herself with her success.

She had never relied on pure athleticism, precisely because what athleticism she possessed she dedicated to her strengths in submissions and power moves. Rarely did she leave her feet for anything short of a press, and when she did, it often did not pay off for her. But Muriel's movements presented her the opportunity, as did the woman's sturdy frame, and as she smoothly executed a crucifix much like those she would have applied on the ground, the shift of her curvy figure to bring the teacher crashing onto her neck in retaliation for Arlise's own neck's suffering.

She watched, satisfied, as Muriel's legs sprawled above her with the impact, but she couldn't appreciate the rest of the teacher's undignified landing as it happened behind her. Instead, she rubbed at her shoulders, colliding with the canvas on the landing, and slowly turned over in time to see the end result of Muriel's propulsion as the woman landed neatly and conveniently beside her, sprawled on her face. Arlise huffed to herself in appreciation. "I am glad you came to me," she mumbled, sarcastically, almost so quietly Muriel herself could scarcely hear her.

Her sore body did not want to move, but she moved it nonetheless, knowing that she had to take full advantage of her opportunity. She wheeled around so she pushed up onto all fours at Muriel's side, and the woman's prone form provided her a litany of options. She did not waste time considering many of them - the aches still coursing through her upper back, neck, and shoulders left her less than keen on using her arms for any holds. That, fortunately, left her relying on her best weapons - her legs.

She spun around again, and after she had dropped her hips on Muriel's shoulders, she reached back to take a handful of her lovely tuft of blonde hair and pull her head high enough that her tied-up hair pressed against the Belgian's ass and Arlise's thighs could clamp around her skull. The redhead, the perfect picture of scissor prowess, poised up prettily on her toes to turn the thigh-grip into something more akin to a pythonic embrace as her pale legs and glutes bulged, and she rested her cheek on Muriel's ass, pressed her breasts into the small of her back, and hugged her torso to make herself even more difficult to unhinge.

"Now it is your turn," she warned, before jerking her body and pumping her legs with power.

[BlackAkuma]

That was a rough one. It had been a while since Muriel had taken a hit like that, and she couldn't say the feeling was one that she missed. The initial crash hadn't been the worst of it, either - she had risen too fast only to flop back down so soon, and the culmination had left her whiplash. She wasn’t unconscious, far from it, but she was in that hazy place where she was scarcely aware of her environment, unable to do much more than squirm on the canvas, as her faculties slowly returned to her.

She was vaguely aware of Arlise saying something nearby, but couldn't quite make out the muttered words. They hardly mattered, she supposed - no, her real focus needed to be on what the woman was doing, not saying, as she slithered over her downed body, taking a seat on her shoulder.

”Wait, what are you-” Having her hair yanked was enough to bring Muriel fully back into reality, but by then, it was far too late to do anything about it. Her skull caught between two thick, dominating legs, and all she could do was save her breath, knowing what was coming next.

That knowledge did her little good. Arlise’s thighs swelled to dangerous proportions, hardening and encroaching on her skull, choking her with unrelenting force. Muriel shrieked and clawed at the mat, trying to pull her way towards the ropes, but the combined weight made every inch of that journey a Herculean task. She wasn’t going anywhere, not for now, and all she could do was suffer. Her hands came up, pried at the legs, and pulled at them, but she might as well have tried to move steel pillars.

Her turn, indeed.

[Winter]

Now she felt at home.

The steps to her claiming control over Muriel's head read like a familiar story. The expression of confusion poured from the stunned teacher's lips. Arlise answered her with physicality. Her thighs clamped, the teacher cried, and nails dug into the mat. And then... then... Arlise tensed up with anticipation, somehow adding power to the squeezing force of her thighs as the ground into the teacher's cheeks, jaw, temples - her entire skull - until the woman's hands began to paw at her thighs, and the redhead let loose with a sigh of satisfaction that anyone would mistake for ecstasy. She loved every step of the scissor game, and after her struggles throughout the match, having the woman's head so snugly between her legs and leaving her with nothing to do but pull and pry for a way out brought her comfort.

Arlise posed somehow higher on her toes, looking to find that extra ounce of pressure she needed to earn a tap or knock the woman out entirely. The position of the headscissor made tightening her grip awkward - she did not often apply a reverse to the back of an opponent's head - and she shuffled with some difficulty to get to her elbows and straighten her body further. Her adductors tore into the woman, but she could not quite get situated to take the pressure from debilitating to outright unbearable. Given how many times she had applied this hold, she knew the difference even as the one squeezing.

That did not deter her, however. She had command for the moment, and she would keep it, especially with the crowd enjoying the sight of their bodies coiled together. She tilted her head until her chin rested on the teacher's asscheek, and with exertion starting to get the better of her, she chewed her lip and thought it best to encourage the woman to stop delaying what Arlise hoped was the inevitable. She recrossed her ankles once first, lifting her ass tighter and mashing both thighs into Muriel's cheeks with all the power she could summon in the constricting muscles of her rear, her legs, and her lower back.

"You can... get out... anytime! I'll make it... make it worth your while."

[BlackAkuma]

Arlise’s legs were strong.

That went without saying; anyone with a single functional eye could’ve made that observation. But there was a difference between seeing them and speculating on what they could and actually experiencing it firsthand, a profound difference that words simply did not do justice to.

Dixie Clemets, one of the strongest women she had ever met, had gotten her in a similar hold as this once before, and she recalled thinking it was one of the most painful experiences she had ever had. Arlise’s legs, however, were on a different level altogether. They engulfed her skull, and crushed it with a maddening force.

Then it got even worse. As Arlise straightened her legs and poured on the pressure, Muriel let out an agonized, muffled squeal, her lips to scrunched up to illicit the sound properly. The offer to surrender was a tempting one, she would not lie.

But, while Muriel would not call herself a proud woman, she was not quitter, either. She would not surrender, not when she saw a path to escape, however desperate it might be.

Gritting her teeth so hard they hurt, Muriel planted a palm on the mat, then another, then pushed her way up. One foot on the canvas allowed her to rise, another allowed her to rise even higher, and soon she was standing with Arlise still clamped tight around her neck, hanging off her like the world’s sexiest backpack. It made for a stunning visual, but not for long, as she let out a war cry, threw her body forward, and attempted to send Arlise flying off her neck and into the turnbuckle with an Alabama Slam.

[Winter]

The all-too-obviously ecstatic gasp finally poured from Arlise's lips.

Hearing Muriel's straining squeal pulled it from her, and Arlise remembered why she had chosen wrestling rather than dipping her toes into something less painful, like modeling. Nowhere else would she hear the crowd cheer while the strength of her body elicited those sounds from an opponent, and she loved those moments. They, and the chance to meet such incredible people, made all the hard work and the real and potential heartache worth it.

But as usual, she might have loved the moment too much. Moved by the sound, she reached back and gave another superfluous tug of Muriel's hair strictly for the satisfaction. "You could also... continue to sound like that. I would not mind hearing it from such a... lovely woman." Unfortunately, she meant those words, and as she pumped her legs again in an attempt to make the teacher squeal again, she failed to notice the woman rumbling beneath her and finding purchase on the mat.

She almost did the squealing herself when she no longer laid on top of a prone woman, but slowly watched the canvas slip away from her as she ended up hanging from Ms. Spencer's neck. Her countenance changed entirely, and Arlise, not wanting to fall on her head, simply held on with her thigh-grip and her hugging arms as she desperately squeezed, hoping to tame the teacher before she could act.

No such luck. Just as the blood started rushing to her head, the woman grasped her, whipped her with as much force as Arlise could ever remember being whipped, and sent her flying so violently that the same rushing blood could have made the redhead black out. She would have rather blacked out - she collided hard with the turnbuckle, clipping her already ailing neck, and screamed.

She fell outright onto her head with her ass folded over the top of her and a foot hooked on the middle rope.

[BlackAkuma]

As the match went on, Muriel was gaining a greater understanding of her opponent, learning her ins and outs, and she could say that Arlise was a truly fascinating individual. She suspected they were alike in many ways, with both of them straddling the line between sensuality and genuine skill, combining them in ways that few could.

This was a woman who could excel from the top or the bottom. True, Muriel might’ve enjoyed the advantage from the onset, but now that the table was turned, the redhead was reveling in it. And why shouldn’t she? With legs like these so tightly locked around her head, her path to victory was assured.

Or so she had thought.

Muriel would put those notions to rest, as she surged forth and used her full power to fling the woman of in a fashion most brutal. The effort was so intense that it even took her by surprise, and she was forced to stumble away after launching her foe, leaving her to fall flat on her backside. But it was worth it.

”An…impressive effort.” Muriel groaned as she pushed her way up and moved in on her downed foe. ”But not quite impressive enough, I’m afraid.”

She reached down, pulled Arlise up to her feet, and moved in to press her thigh against the woman’s lap, while she pressed their upper bodies together and left a soft kiss on the Belgian’s neck. ”I’m of a mind to reward you for your effort, however - what would you say to that?”