Kagura Rine vs Angelina Tarrant - Locking Horns

[Monsy]

POW Match
Win via: Pinfall, KO, Submission
Stipulations: Winner gets the loser for 24 hours.

Tonight marked Angelina Tarrant’s first POW match since her debut. The experience was always a thrill. The person on the other side could make or break her day, her bones and psyche. Threat of misery and joy blended together in this mouth-watering question. Just who shall she take? It propelled the Marauder to ferry herself down those halls, rip a new veil of speed as she pushed off, serpentine and unwrapped a new cherry popsicle as she reached Gorilla position, popping it into her mouth. “Aye, aye. I’m here this time. Play my shit.” Angelina said, stepping forward off the board and stomping on the nose so it flicked up and she pinched the opposite end, raced up the steps and threw the board down onto stage, hopping on again as the crowd caught the first glimpse of those trademark red horns.

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She wore her trademark cropped shirt, skull-horned, and topped over with a loose-fitting leather jacket, lathered in grunge symbols and little metal studs. The rolled up sleeves shone her fishnet-covered arms. And how she pushed on her board flicked up her short red and black skirt, and those fishnet cloaked thighs, trailing down to striped thigh-highs and tight-fitting boots on her legs. Angelina stomped on her board’s tail when she reached the ramp, combing into her jacket pocket to unveil her phone, raising it up above her head. She stuck her tongue out and flipped the bird to the camera for a lovely social media capture. Then she stowed it and continued to race down the ramp until she reached ringside. Her tail popped and Angelina ollied onto the steps, with her back wheels ferrying over as a manny pad, going over and landing flush at the other side. A small pop came from the crowd as Angelina continued, slapping the apron, using the ring-post to whip herself around the corner, then jumping up to the ring, rolling beneath the bottom rope and performing a kip-up to reach her feet.

The punk woman threw her jacket over a corner post and stepped on the bottom rope, looking straight up as she peeled the popsicle stick from her mouth, now overflowing with cherry flavour and brain freeze. She flicked the stick out to the crowd, hopped and turned around to land flat on her feet. Her music died soon after, and now, it was her turn to meet whoever came through that curtain. Just who might she take prisoner? That ask brought her smile into a self-indulgent grin.

[Ghost]

It was time for Kagura to make her appearance. Her own debut match had been a loss, though she knew that Belinda was a powerful opponent in her own right. She wasn't the one to sulk about what had happened and focused on the next match that demanded her attention. It was going to be against a fellow red head, someone whom seemed dressed like she belonged in a Andrew WK concert rather than a wrestling match but Kagura wasn't going to complain about the looks.. After all she was going to dominate the woman in and out of the ring today, being more than confident in her own abilities.

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She stepped onto the stage, placing a hand upon her hip while the other hand raised to make a claw motion, with her palm aimed upwards. She would clench those fingers into a tight fist and made it tremble from the pressure. Kagura made her way towards the ring, prepped and ready to fight from the get go, even being a little on the impatient side as her march became quicker, stepping onto the metal staircase and slipped between the top and middle ropes, getting inside of the ring with her already waiting opponent and it didn't take long for her to march upwards and step onto the center of the ring with a big grin on her face. She didn't say anything but that predatory glare would probably be enough to tell what her plan is.

[Monsy]

First glances were always the most honeyed. Looking at the approaching opponent, an ounce of scrutiny that transformed into a slight form of peculiar, plus interest. To what shall she name this attire? The names, insults and praises were all swimming inside her head. But as her opponent joined her in the ring, took its heart, Angelina felt compelled to step forward and meet them, woman to woman, chest to chest… Almost. The height difference meant Angelina had to tilt up pretty far. Their difference in figure was telling for all eyes.

“You know what they say. Beast before beauty. What's ya name, girl?”

There wasn’t just one who could make that predatory stare. Angelina had her own, often written with the smile that blemished with foxy, a certain malice and lust within a single cocktail. Anyone could strike at any time. But as she felt this time appropriate to size each other up, Angelina saw no need, and donned a doctrine of ill-caution by putting her hands behind her back, holding the opposite wrist. She then propped on her tippy toes to help alleviate some of the height issues.

[Ghost]

Kagura didn't seemed to get more aggressive as the girl said that last part. She didn't really care that it was said, though she definitely planned to answer that question in a different way that Angelina might expect. She woulds lean in just a bit closer, lips curling into an ever darker grin before she would finally speak. " Oh.. My name..? It's.. "

And with that, she would suddenly bring an arm around Angelina's head, making use of the position the girl was in, the way she held her arms behind her own back to haul her right into like a fish that got caught on the hook. She pulled her right into something.. Not a headbutt but a kiss! It was a deep one at that, one where she aimed to shove her tongue right between Angelina's lips so she could push that wet muscle deep into the girl's mouth. She wasn't just here to beat her opponent silly, she aimed to claim every part of her opponent until she would accept the fact that Kagura was better at everything, with one of those things being able to devour her opponent sensually.

[Monsy]

Testing the fires early on was just the taste Angelina wanted in her matches. She didn't have the size of abs, arms or legs like they did. Coming close just defined that even more. Her shadow was swallowed. And she’d lie if that wasn’t a bit of a turn-on. The challenge was making her mouth wet. “Mmmhm-?”

Sparkles of fear spiked when she was grabbed. The impending what if. All within a second. Her nape crawled and her spine felt tickled by a thousand arachnids. Her head came in. Her eyes closed. But the feeling was soft, firm and wet. Cheeks from white to burning pink. She didn’t put much guard on her mouth to have a tongue slide through. Those hands, once tight enough to sweat, relaxed. Her body arched to accommodate, and her head tilted. A delicate moan slipped her voice, gingerly, like a splash of sugar to sweeten their greeting. And her tongue danced with theirs, wrestled, trying to pin it down and lap up all the taste she can. It was probably the only time this could happen. Maybe not.

For all that prior intention, a new one developed. If they wanted to play this way - well, she’s come a long way in her debut in this particular public art. She’d have them as her canvas, a soon-to-be treasure, but for now - Kagura had her warped and hungry in their body’s duet - adamant on keeping it until they wanted to separate.

[Ghost]

Kagura knew what she liked and took what she wanted. Like a barbarian did she conquer her opponents and now she gave the girl a taste of what was going to happen. She wasn't just going to bend, smother and completely dismantle her opponent in the ring.. She was going to claim her and make her feel like the inferior female between them.

What seemed to be an eternity came to an abrupt halt after a full minute of making out with Angelina, pulling herself away from that rather tasty mouth and after a few more strings of saliva breaking from the distance between the two, Kagura would suddenly push the girl away and took a few steps back as well to create more distance between the two.

" The name is Kagura Rine. " She finally gave the girl a vocal answer, dragging her tongue along her own lips as if she still aimed to taste more of Angelina, which was definitely her plan a long with testing her opponent's power and flexibility.

[Monsy]

Their lip couple left Angelina with a daze and a fluttering heart. Focus retained like water gushing through a colander. Her knees were weaker than mush and her face was hot. And when they could take away no more of her breath, her taste, Kagura took her balance. Angelina fell on her ass when shoved. Call it size. Call it a surprise. Call it a haze. Her hands were the only thing that kept her from falling onto her back. She peered up, eyes wide, lips still open as drool seeped at her corners. Cheeks still a burning scarlet. “Woah… wow… K-K-Kagura Rine… Do ya always greet gals like that? If so, damn girl…”

A hand swiped away the spit. She smiled lopsided, mimicking them with a tongue swipe across her lips. Her head had a way of rocking side to side. “But it’s good to know I’ll be gettin’ a bitch with some tongue skills. I have a few places where you can use it, girl…” Then she rolled back onto her shoulders and executed a kick-up, exploding off the canvas and arching back onto her feet, standing up-right again.

“Angelina Tarrant, by the way. How do ya fuckin’ do? Say we beat the piss outta each otha’ for a bit before we get back to makin’ out, mmk? And since ya so eager to get close. Why don’tcha come at me? Surprise me again, Kagura Rine!” Angelina slapped her own chest then stretched her arms out into a wingspan, looking up and awaiting. With that cue… There was only one thing left. Sound the bell! Ding. Ding. Ding.

[Ghost]

Kagura sought out her prey in the ring but separated them in terms of abilities and looks. Heck there was also personality but that is pretty much secondary in Kagura's eyes. Speaking of eyes, hers were mainly set upon Angelina's now, scanning them while she made sure Angelina's mouth was overtaken by that wild, aggressive tongue which sought for food. After a full minute of making out with her opponent, she would break that kiss and it allowed Angelina to drop down onto her rear the moment Kagura pushed her away.

Her grin couldn't get wider when the girl spoke, the body language itself was one who wasn't completely smothered and invited more of such motions throughout the match, not that Kagura needed approval after all since she wanted to overcome her opponent in every way. She gave a rather mocking bow when the girl introduced herself, straightening up as she gave her a mock question about violence and sensuality after.

When Angelina slapped her own chest and the bell went off, that invitation would be met with exactly the reaction one might expected form Kagura. She came in close, arms wide and would go for a swooping motion to try and capture Angelina's waist within them, wanting to go for a standing bear hug to once again have the girl up close, not for a kiss this time but rather to start showing off her strength with a devastating squeeze!

[Monsy]

This woman was an unforgiving, aggressive chilli pepper. Hard-hitting and burning your soul. She was sudden and without much cue. It seemed fickle to get inside their head. And she wasn’t sure how to deal with a woman so well-carved and ample sized. However, she knew how to find out. Whether it was with her mouth or with her body, she beckoned for them as the bell sung. The crowd cheered. Things had begun.

Once again, the aggression was quick to overwhelm and surprise. Two powerful arms snaked around her lithe hour-glass frame. Her feet left the ground, kicked. Her eyes grit, features tightened as she placed hands on their shoulders. Then the squeeze. It was peril from the first modicum of pressure. Her eyes nearly bulged from her sockets. Her spine was ready to snap in two and the skin could redden from being suffocated and squeezed. She was put into a backwards arch, shivering, the head pointed to the overhead lights. “AAAAAAGGGGGGH!” Her voice reached the far reaches of the audience. A slight spittle dripped onto her bottom lip as she pushed on Kagura’s shoulders with eyes half-rolled into her head.

If there were any doubters of Kagura’s might, this could dispel any rumour.

[Ghost]

Kagura wasn't too technically early in the fight. She didn't want to think when she was just starting out with an opponent and a quick make out session before anything physical had landed was definitely something that could drive Kagura into a fight without a second thought about defenses or counters. In truth, she longed for pain on both sides, both taking and giving since it also build up a nice amount of adrenaline that she could use against her opponent. Wounds could heal, pain was temporary but winning in this fight would forever be on record and boy did she longed to overcome Angelina in all departments before this match was over.

A quick capture, perhaps a surprising full frontal move that Angelina did not expect right away was enough to press their bodies up together again but this time it was not for another make out session or for anything more on the milder kind that did not inflict pain. No, this time she aimed to crush Angelina's spine with that power, the force she used to devour Angelina with that kiss before, now aimed to dismantle her opponent early.

She knew she couldn't keep the bearhug for too long. It was a surprise now but soon or later Angelina would answer in kind with an attack where Kagura couldn't defend herself from. After one long good crank to that sine, she would suddenly twist her body to the side aimed to breast to breast suplex Angelina right down upon the canvas with Kagura aiming to come right down on top of her!