Naga vs. Asp II - Perilous Stakes

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Prisoner of War
Match Stipulation: The loser will become the property of the winner for a 24 hour period.

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To the untrained eye, this had to seem insane. To the trained eye, this had to seem suicidal. As Asp stood in the gorilla position and waited for her music to start, she wasn’t of a mind to argue with either position.

If her last outing with Naga had proven anything, it was that she - nor any woman in her weight class - had any business standing in the same ring as the younger Renaud sister. While she was far from the only heavyweight in LAW, and not even the biggest by any measure, it was hard to think of any other who cut such an overwhelming figure, who had such a dominating, domineering presence. Her aura alone had been stifling, to say nothing of her obsessive, brutish power. She had never encountered someone so fanatically driven, with such ridiculous power to back it all up. The only sane response was to give such a person a wide berth, to avoid them by all costs.

And yet, here Asp was, preparing to meet her again. In a POW match, no less. She had agreed to the match, a promise made while Naga threatened to snap her in half, and the officials told her that she had every right to refuse because of the coercion - but no. Not only because she wanted to be a woman who stood by her words, regardless of the circumstances in which they were uttered, but because she refused to stand down from Naga. She would not be bullied, no matter the stakes.

Besides, this time would not be like last time. This time, Asp had a plan.

That plan ran through her mind as her

started and she made her way down to the ring. As much as she wanted to be her usual pleasant self and greet the people, she focused on the ring, brooking no distractions. There could be no room for errors today.

Summoning all of her reserve, Asp padded up the steps, slipped through the ropes and made her way over to the furthest corner and proceeded to stretch, getting limber. Only a few more moments…

[thesteedman]

When Asp was finally settled within the ring after a massive standing ovation of support, her theme music would eventually die down to only the echoes of the watching crowds. After a brief moment of stillness, Naga's theme music began to play at high volume over the PA system. After a brief moment, four Maids of the Baroness' employ were revealed from the entrance ramp, lining the way as they walked in uniformed and well-rehearsed fashion. They were significantly less in number then for the Baroness herself, standing station. The crowd began to jeer with intensity, recalling the last recent encounter between the two wrestlers, and how Naga had forced this situation on the fan favourite.

Soon enough, the tower of a woman made her appearance, her features concealed by the long hood as she stood as a presence at the top of the entrance ramp. There was a long pause, as even though her eyes were concealed, Asp could feel the stare all the way from where she stood. What was visible was a small devious smile. As she walked towards the ring after a long pause, the Maid's began to remove items of clothing from the approaching menace, slowly revealing the black as pitch long hair and near deathly pale complexion of the woman who had menaced Asp since that night and now seemingly beyond. Her piercing eyes were wide open, and slowly the robes were removed to reveal the attire she wore was a near copy of Asp's own, almost belly dancer like in appearance, save for Naga's was all in black, grey and silver. Asp soon realised that this was not just a thing she did to mock her the first time they faced each other... it seems she was adopting this look as a permanent attire for herself!

Most of her colossal form was exposed, revealing her chiselled figure that almost looked like marble given her gothic pale flesh. Her abs were monstrous, her arms thick with muscle. Walking barefoot, the Maids retreated backstage once they had taken Naga's robes, with Naga herself still approaching the ramp in a slow and methodical manner with the lights darkened to give an increasingly eerie presence. Soon Naga was in the ring, her eyes still gazing upon Asp as she slowly began to circle around her. For the time being, she said no words. She had already got this match she so desired... now all she needed to do was defeat Asp if she wanted her ambitions to come to fruition. The two faced off, though Naga was noticed for licking her lips in a near hungry and perverse fashion as she drank in that angelic form of her foe... and crush.

[BlackAkuma]

And here she came.

Asp did her best to steal herself as Naga entered, accompanied by a cadre of her maids, but it was no easy task. Her heart began racing, and she felt the sweat pouring through her pores. It was as if her body itself recognized the danger that this woman posed as if it remembered and dreaded the damage this woman could do to it. Those muscles were built like iron, those arms could crush like steel girders. It wouldn’t matter how hard she fought, where she ran, how much damage she dealt - if Naga caught her and locked in that infamous bearhug, they might as well ring the bell and save her the suffering. It would be over.

All the more reason to keep that from happening, then. Asp forced focus into her mind, stilled her nerves and sought to be at ease. She could do this.

She was only mildly surprised that Naga still wore her belly dancing attire from their last match. It was easy to write that off as a sign of her obsession, and it likely was. Still, Asp doubted it was only that - no, given how much her monstrous tormentor seemed to love skin contact, it was no surprise that she would seize every chance to rub skin with her, that she would want the most revealing attire she could get away with while staying practical. Almost everything that Naga did was in furtherance of her obsessions, and this was no different.

There was nothing to say as Asp and Naga circled each other, pacing about the ring. Asp would occasionally glance up to her foe’s face, but she focused on her body for the most part, particularly those legs. They would be a priority target. Strong, yes, but they didn’t afford her much in the way of speed. If she could outmaneuver her, pick her spots, then maybe…

Asp came rushing, closing in on Naga with a sudden burst of speed. She came at her from the side, ducked low, and lashed out with two quick side kicks aimed at the side of her opponent’s knee, targeting the exact space where the bones met. She moved away as soon as the second one landed, hoping to make space before her foe could even think of grabbing her in counterattack.

[thesteedman]

The crowd went wild, surprised and impressed to see Asp go on the offensive. If she was afraid, her face concealed such emotions as she moved with a deftness and speed. Her bare foot clashed not just once, but twice against the leg of Naga's, cutting deep into her leg just to the side of her knee. Given the terrible stature of the near marble looking powerhouse before her, Naga's leg did not so much as flinch, nor did she reveal any signs of discomfort when the kicks clashed loudly against her knee. Naga took a swing towards Asp, looking to try and catch her with a grasp, but the Egyptian beauty was already retreating, prompting another celebratory cheer from her growing fan base.

A look of malcontent flashed upon Naga's gothic features. Though she shown no signs of discomfort, Asp was all too aware that her strikes going unchecked had to have left a sting if nothing else. If she focused upon her legs, it would slow down Naga, she was not some invincible beast. She was mortal like herself, and as impressive as her body stature was as well as her tolerance for pain, her form would give if she kept the pace going.
"Good. You are fighting smart. You let fear grip you last time. As much as I enjoyed breaking that body of yours, our last encounter lacked challenge. It makes me wonder... have you been speaking to that German friend of yours since last we met? Or are you conquering your own fears?" Naga whispered in her dark tone. With her French accent, there was certainly an allure to the manner in which she spoke, something she matched the Baroness in. It was just a shame she was such a twisted soul, as none could deny that Naga certainly held a beauty about her...

Not keen to let Asp take control, Naga decided to give chase. There was no visible falter in her stance, but the match was early. She stormed forwards, trying to edge Asp towards the corner to limit her movements. It was then she attempted to lunge at her, eager to grab her and reveal her strength. It was not her intent to crush Asp's form just yet, not whilst she was still fresh, as she looked to attempt a hip toss if she was able to get her hands on her prey.

[BlackAkuma]

Was Asp afraid? Of course, she was. She’d have to be insane not to be. She’d witnessed Naga’s horrible power, firsthand, on two separate occasions, and knew well the sort of damage she could do to the human body if given half a chance. To make matters worse, she was merciless and sadist, driven only by her primal urges and unbound lust. She got the impression that there was nothing that this woman wouldn’t do to sate her desires, that she would never be truly satisfied until she had broken her prey in half and left her lying on the mat, destroyed and defeated.

And yet, all the same, Asp strode forward, charged towards the hurricane instead of fleeing it. To paraphrase a wise man, courage was not the absence of fear, but the ignorance of it. The stubborn refusal to back down from that which terrifies you. Asp would not retreat today.

But that didn’t mean Naga would stay still and let herself be struck. No, she moved forward as well, wisely trying to cut the ring off and limit Asp’s movements. The smaller woman found herself in the corner, trapped, and there was little she could do as her opponent reached out, seized her, and sent her flipping with a simple but effective hip toss.

Asp was going to fly, she couldn't stop that from happening, but she could control how she landed. Instead of resisting the hip toss, she pushed off the ground along with it, turning into a full flip. She landed on her feet, as deft as a cat, and bent forward and shot her leg out behind her, high and quick, looking to strike Naga right on the chin with her heel.

[thesteedman]

The crowd roared out in joy when Asp was able to manipulate the momentum of Naga's strength, turning it into a deft flip that was akin to an Olympian acrobatic. There was grace and fluidity to her movements, as her floating attire only complimented her motions akin to that of a dancer. Even when her bare feet landed against the mat, the ring barely reacted to the smoothness of her grace. It was early days, but this outcome was a farcry already from the dominant display Naga unleashed on their previous meeting. With a slight frown, Naga pressed on, but a massive pop from the crowd echoed through the arena as she walked straight into a deft and impressive strike from the Belly Dancer-esque wrestler of beauty and grace.

Naga realised her own impatience was a part of her undoing, but she could not take anything away from Asp. No doubt she listened for her footsteps and the vibrations of the ring to sense where she would be, and her strike was swift, quick. Naga had no time to offer any defence simply because there was none, plus with Asp having her back to Naga she possessed a heavy element of surprise. Her bare foot struck Naga below her chin, making her head reel back before her powerful frame followed with a few sluggish steps back. Her hair became unkempt from the motions, and for the first time the crowd saw it.... weakness.

Naga held her jaw for a moment, a few seconds only... but it revealed that she was indeed mortal and not some monstrous beast of fiction. If Naga could be hurt, she could be felled... if she could be felled, she could be beaten! It stirred hope within the watching crowd, who had renewed confidence in their champion. Though she was victorious in their first match, none could really call it a victory given Naga all but disqualified herself. A second win with such stakes however, and earned would give Asp such a surge! Grimacing, Naga was all too aware that Asp was more prepared for this bout than last time, and this sudden confidence would do her no good.

"Nice kick." Naga whispered, managing to recover from the impressive strike. If she wanted to dominate, Naga knew she would have to take out Asp's legs first. Kill her mobility and her strength, and she would kill the match. With that in mind Naga moved in, her hair draping over her eyes a little as she looked to keep the chase going. Her stance was more guarded instead of arrogant now, and Naga tried to run over Asp with a clothesline attempt to try and bring the match back to her own pace!

[BlackAkuma]

Asp could safely say she’d never gotten more satisfaction from kicking someone in the face in her entire life. She wasn’t a vengeful, vindictive person, but there was something primally satisfying about landing that blow on the mighty Naga, finally giving this woman back a fraction of the pain she had inflicted. The crowd’s enthusiasm was appreciated, but misplaced - it would take more, so much more, to finally bring the Naga to her knees, and far more than that to defeat her. But this was a start. A good start.

She skipped away an instant after her kick connected, not wanting to give her foe any chance to counter, and she was gifted with the sight of the woman nursing her jaw. That one had hurt, perhaps the first real pain she had felt in a while, but there was a risk, too. Now that Naga knew she could be harmed, she would be taking this match more seriously, giving Asp fewer openings. She had to be on her toes at all times. All it would take was one slip-up, one big mistake, and then…

No sense in dwelling on it, especially when Naga was coming her way again. There was purpose and power in those steps. Slow, but methodical, and relentless. Being so close to the ropes, though, there was nowhere for Asp to go. Nowhere but forward. So, that was where she went.

Asp stepped back, then dashed towards Naga, meeting her head on - or seeming to. She waited until the bruiser swung her massive arm, then ducked down, but not just to avoid the blow. She reached up as the arms swung overhead and caught hold of it, using it to swing around behind her opponent. Her legs came up as she flew and attempted to wrap around her opponent’s neck, looking to clamp down with her thighs, clasp at the ankles, and…

There, a reverse headscissors. It was Naga’s turn to be squeezed.

[thesteedman]

The crowd were on their feet when Asp proved just how skilful she could be. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had fought Naga previously or went up against Sophia Wolfe before. She seemed to move with Naga's swing, avoiding it with a deftness that was almost unreal, knocking Naga a little off balance as she had to step through with her own momentum. It was clear she expected to hit Asp, with her movements slick and at the last minute proving pivotal for her ambitions to pay off... and pay off they did.

With a smooth transition, Asp moved almost like a serpentine creature of her namesake, managing to avoid the blow and use Naga's arm as a means to swing herself until she was at Naga's back. Suddenly her bare legs were wrapped around Naga's neck, her thighs tensing up and her ankles slapping together as her legs stretched out. Naga took another awkward step, her neck tensing up to try and take the sudden increase in pressure. She grunted out, as the crowd began to chant, watching as Naga grasped at Asp's thighs! Though her neck was strong, it could not compare to the dancer's legs as they began to pump pressure, looking to deny the monstrous woman the air she needed to maintain her large form.

Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and the discomfort of such a squeeze gave Naga a brief insight into what it was like to be on the receiving end of such terrible pressure. It was not to last however, as the crowd grasped out, watching as Naga hugged Asp's legs to keep them in place. She took a few steps before she leapt upwards and tilted her body back, looking to put an end to the submission hold by slamming Asp against the ring with a large slam. Given she had hold of her legs; it looked like Naga was going to deny Asp a chance to escape if she could not think fast!

[BlackAkuma]

No, this was not going to be like last time, not at all. Asp had some semblance of a plan this time - as much as you could ever hope to have against a woman she had only faced once and had no history in LAW beyond that. She was able to deduce certain things based on their time together, short as it was, chief among them being that Naga’s moveset was simple - effective, yes, but incredibly basic. While the woman clearly had some degree of training, she didn’t strike her as a technician in any sense of the word, with her offense mainly revolving around smashing and crushing, an unrefined way of fighting.

Asp had to be wise, she had to be swift, but she could deal with this, and this was one of the ways - staying one step ahead of her, using her momentum against her, and striking where she was weakest.

In this case, that involved catching her around the neck with a scissorhold, pouring on her pressure, and choking the life out of her. She would be lying if she didn’t say there was some grim satisfaction in giving this woman a taste of her own medicine, but it served the real purpose of weakening her, choking her, taking the air away from her as she flexed her thighs. Given enough time, she could have knocked Naga out this way.

Her brutish foe likely realized this, too, so she gripped her legs and started to move back, looking to bring her crashing down onto the floor. A smart move, but not one that Asp hadn't anticipated. As Naga fell, she jerked forward, adding to the woman’s momentum instead of taking away from it. She pulled through, yanked her bigger foe’s head along the way, and tried to bring her over and slam the top of her skull into the mat, turning her slam into an improvised flip piledriver.

[thesteedman]

Asp still took significant impact as both came crashing down, but with some careful manipulation, Naga ended up worse off of the two despite the heavyweights ambition! As both fell to the mat, Naga's head bounced awkwardly against the ring surface, whilst Asp herself was able to somewhat control her descent despite Naga holding onto her legs! Ever the talented and graceful dancer, Asp was putting these skills to use against what all would have considered a superior opponent. As the match was beginning to unfold, Asp was proving that she was on the level.

Naga grimaced out as the impact forced her to sit up. She was free of those dangerous legs, but she was left somewhat stunned and dazed. She tried not to react to it in an effort to maintain the mind games of her monstrous persona that had dominated all before, her hair concealing most of her features but not all. It was clear to see that hurt her, her alluring features visible enough to reveal her discomfort. Naga was getting exposed, and the match was so early, all with that Prisoner of War stipulation hanging over the aftermath of this affair for the victor. Taking a deep breath, Naga shifted, looking to rise, but her movements were a little sluggish, no doubt left rocked after Asp managed to turn her escape attempt into a makeshift piledriver.

It was impressive to witness, as the move of the piledriver was not normally associated with a wrestler like Asp. As Naga tried to rise, it was clear Asp held the speed advantage, and with Naga rocked she was not going to recover in time. For the first time in all the skirmishes between both of these wrestlers, Naga was very much on the advantage, she had barely got to one knee when Naga shifted to a guarded stance, her arms up high to protect her head as she suspected Asp would be upon her before allowing her to fully stand! This match was not going the way she wanted it too... her desires once more being denied by a woman she fought no more than a threat than a mere mouse. No... this woman was a fighter, and she was paying for underestimating Asp. It was all made worse as she was all too aware her sister would no doubt be watching... probably supporting her opponent...