Diamonds Look Good Around You - Avery Merritt vs. Julie O'Reilly (with Isa)

[RockRye]

Bedroom Knockout Match
To win, a competitor must render her opponent unconscious.

The room was a blend of indulgence and intention, exactly how Avery liked it. Sunlight pooled through sheer white curtains, casting golden light across soft cream walls and the plush, oversized bed she currently reclined on like a queen awaiting court. At a glance, it was all opulence: velvet throw pillows, elegant sconces, a gleaming chandelier above. But the details gave it away. This wasn’t just some lavish bedroom. Thick black mats blanketed most of the floor, their edges secured down to prevent slippage. The furniture, though stylish, was minimal and carefully placed, with no sharp corners, nothing to trip or crash into. Everything about the space whispered control. The soft creak of a chair in the corner served as a reminder: the assigned LAW official, there to oversee the bout, had already taken her place, clipboard in hand and keeping respectfully silent.

She lounged effortlessly, one leg bent and the other stretched long and inviting across the bed’s surface, her blue lacy lingerie hugging every deliberate contour of her body. The fabric was sheer enough to show off her toned midsection, but delicate enough to keep the look elegant, refined. A small crystal tray beside her held a glass of coconut water, sliced fruit, and a dab of almond butter, just enough to energize her without bloating. She popped a bite of mango into her mouth with lazy grace, chewing slowly, eyes half-lidded with anticipation.

Avery

Julie O’Reilly. She was cute based on the promotional materials. That was about it. Young, wide-eyed, all awkward fire with no real spark to burn. Certainly not in this setting. Avery’s setting. And Avery was fairly certain she didn’t even know what she was walking into. Perhaps she thought this was some casual meeting, maybe a spar, maybe even a friendly demonstration. How quaint. But the truth was far more delicious. This was an official match, sanctioned by the League of Anime Wrestling, and very much on the record. A full knockout match, no less. There would be a camera discreetly recording everything for LAW’s premium subscribers. That knowledge alone made Avery giddy. Julie, fresh-faced and unsure, would serve as the perfect showcase.

This was where Avery thrived. Every inch of the room was curated to make her shine and make her opponent sweat. She could already imagine the poor lamb squirming between her thighs, face turning red, hands fumbling for a tap before she even knew what hold she was in. Avery planned to squeeze, stretch, and smother her until Julie didn’t know which way was up.

A knock at the door pulled her from the daydream.

Avery didn’t move much, just tilted her head, voice smooth and sultry. “Come in, darling,” she called, amusement curling in her tone. “Let’s get you properly acquainted with defeat.”

[Jaystar]

"Oh come on Isa! I don't need you babysitting me!"
"For the umpteenth time Julie, I'm not babysitting you. I'm merely ensuring your safety!"
"Come on! Wrestlers aren't supposed to have personal bodyguards in LAW! You're making me to just want to bury my head in my hands..."
"I'm not your bodyguard! I'm your friend, and my only point is to make sure that-..."
"Come on, it's not necessary! I can perfectly well-..."
"You have already forgotten what happened with that girl - Vanessa? Have you?"
"That was ages ago!"
"But it's... *sigh* Let me just see how the place is like, OK? It's a new and unfamiliar place for both of us, right?"
"Fine, Isa! Fine... You can come check out the place... But then you'll LEAVE, OK? You're hearing me loud and clear, OK?"
"Yes Julie, I am. We can do it any way you wish to... After we've seen what this whole match is going to be all about."


As Julie O'Reilly was approaching the assigned room for her today's match along the endless hallways of the LAW campus with her friend Isa, the duo held vastly different levels of concerns for Julie's scheduled matchup tonight. While the spunky Irish gingerhead was vehemently approaching her match with ample enthusiasm, the blonde Icelander had clear doubts and suspicions regarding its stipulations, location, and setting.

For Julie, the match scheduled for today was simply intriguing and interesting! The Velvet Hood had established herself already a rather versatile, open-minded and fearless wrestler within LAW's ranks, eager to try out all kinds of match types and face varied opponents, even if her record was telling that with that strategy, she had ended up often biting a bit more than she could chew. It hadn't made the management to hesitate over placing the enthusiastic gingerhead into all kinds of matches though, and she was already becoming a rather popular sight among the viewership to see featuring in them. So all was good, right?

Well, for Isa, having heard from Julie's upcoming match just moments ago, the setting did not appear quite as positive. While of course, the Angel of Ice was very aware that Julie was perfectly rightful to make her own decisions, and there was no way she could have looked after her in a place like LAW, this match in particular seemed to contain some red flags. A bedroom knockout match? Against some relative newcomer that she had no idea of? Isa had been forced to pay some due diligence on her end to make sure that Julie wasn't happily marching into something where she could end up in some real harm - like had practically happened in one of her encounters previously against Vanessa Jones, at least in Isa's eyes - and to get a sense of exactly whom she was going to be dealing with.

What Isa had found out hadn't exactly alleviated her concerns. She hadn't had much time for conducting research, but had found a quick fact sheet. This woman, Avery Merritt, was a heavyweight. A heel heavyweight. Accompanied by lots of comments on "deadly legs" by various sources.

Isa really needed to check out what Julie was getting herself into. And to make sure that she would come back from this bedroom... Well, alive.

Of course, for Julie, Isa was simply exaggerating. Worrying over nothing. Or well, internally, she could admit that her friend most likely had some justified cause for concern... But she shouldn't have been! Julie was, even with her lightweight frame, a big girl already, and perfectly capable of making her own decisions, and coping on her own!

And that exactly was the perfect reason to promptly knock on the door that the duo had just reached, before Isa could preach her any more of her tirade.

Isa's Attire Reference

Julie's Entrance Attire

The knocking was promptly met with an invitation to enter the apartment. While Julie simply opened the door excited, not thinking too much of how she had been invited to enter the apartment, for Isa, it was yet another red flag flying.

While Julie first spotted her apparent opponent settled regally on the bed, her attention was immediately drawn to a multitude of other things too. "Ohhh... Wow..." the gingerhead simply let out in awe, as her eyes wandered around the elaborate, plushy and indulgent setting, the chandelier, the curtains and walls, the furniture, the tray full of fresh produce, with finally settling again upon the oversized bed - and how sexy and inviting her opponent already looked like...

Isa on the other hand, after having closed the door behind her and made sure that it was left unlocked, noted some markedly different features of the room. Her eyes settled on Julie's apparent opponent first too, and remained scrutinizing her for quite a while as well. She was certainly a heavyweight, with some ample curves, and Isa was sorry to immediately recognize that Julie was likely going to be struggling against her, despite her friend's ample enthusiasm. But she then also noticed that basically the entirety of the room was covered with black wrestling mats - clearly the point wasn't for the fight to simply stay on top of the plush bed. In some ways, that might have been good, but in some others... Isa wasn't sure.

But what eventually drew Isa's attention the most was another figure settled in a chair at a corner, one dressed up like a LAW referee. Now that seemed to be a relief! Frankly, Isa had already assumed that no refs or other officials would be present in a match like this, so this was actually a happy surprise... Both due to the fact that Julie was likely better protected, and also due to her gingerhead friend's word and demands no longer holding the highest authority in this room for the Angel of Ice.

Julie proceeded soon enough to settle herself in front of the bed, observing the white-clad woman on the bed from beneath her hood. "Hey there... I'm Julie! Nice to meet you... Is this your apartment?" she began greeting and quering the elegant, toned blonde, while her eyes were wandering along her curves...

...meanwhile, Isa had promptly proceeded to meet up with the official.
"Hello there. I'm Isa, Julie's friend... Mind if I join in the room as audience?"
"WHAT?!? ISA, NO! YOU-..."
"Oh, hello Miss Isa. Of course you can! There should be plenty of seating there!" the official declared, pointing at some plush chairs across the room.

Having conveniently secured access to observe the match unfolding, Isa only then turned to face Julie and Avery again, ignoring the Irish girl's rolling eyes and annoyed expression towards her, and instead laying a warning gaze towards the woman clad in white lingerie on the bed, her expression highly suspicious over what was to come.

[RockRye]

At Avery's command, the door creaked open, and her gaze immediately sharpened as two figures stepped inside. She leaned back, her piercing eyes flicking between the arrivals. Her focus settled first on Julie, and the corners of her lips quirked slightly upward in amusement. Little Red Riding Hood, ripe for the picking. Julie was all but exactly what she had anticipated. A bright-eyed, sprightly figure practically begging to be caught in the wolf’s den. Avery dismissed her as a threat almost instantly. Her slight frame and disarmingly innocent demeanor were nothing more than an invitation for dominance.

But then there was the other one.

Avery’s gaze shifted, her brow lowering in faint scrutiny as she regarded the second woman. Taller, more solid, with an air of quiet authority that Avery couldn’t ignore. She didn’t appear prepared for a physical contest, but her imposing stature gave Avery a brief pause. Avery’s mind whirred, her thoughts quick and calculating as she studied the blonde’s movements, her tone, and the easy confidence she brought into the room. What exactly are you doing here?

For now, Avery showed none of her internal musings, letting her usual veneer of cool arrogance remain firmly in place. Julie had already begun speaking, her light, questioning tone carrying across the room, but Avery disregarded her question about the apartment momentarily. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and squinted as the taller blonde spoke to the referee, her curiosity piqued.

She wanted to stay. Curious. The ref would allow no funny business, so Avery could only suspect the motivation.

Her cold, diamond-hard stare fixed briefly on the taller blonde, a gaze that demanded attention even without words. Her expression was unreadable, betraying neither her intrigue nor her doubts. Whatever the reason for her presence, Avery filed the information away, her focus shifting fluidly back to Julie.

With calculated ease, Avery pushed aside the last few bites of her meal. She swung her legs wide as if simply getting more comfortable. The taut muscles on the insides of her thighs rippled faintly, a deliberate show of her powerful frame, meant as much to intimidate as to allure. She rested an arm along the back of the bed and gestured toward the mattress with an inviting wave, telling Julie to take her position alongside her.

“It might not be my apartment,” Avery began, her voice low and smooth, laced with teasing allure. Her gaze swept over Julie, lingering just enough to make her point. “But I do spend a lot of time here… with friends.” The word lingered, laden with insinuation, a sly reference to her sessions.

[Jaystar]

Isa may had just laid a fixated gaze towards Avery, but the white-clad newcomer had already just shifted hers away from the blonde. Instead, she was focusing on Julie once again - and opening her legs in a way that gave away subtle hints over how muscular and strong especially her thighs really were, while still presenting immense allure for anyone eagerly awaiting tussling with her. Oh, Isa could see right through her... She knew perfectly enough what the self-proclaimed Queen of Diamonds was doing here... And she could also tell that Julie was already falling under her spell.

Damn. The Angel of Ice had to really bite her lip to not comment or warn Avery over anything, but for now, she managed to respect her friend's request of not meddling in at all. Instead, after a brief, tense moment, the blonde realized to say a courteous "Thank you" to the direction of the referee, while starting to head for an available armchair on the other side of the room... She had only announced herself as a spectator to the official, after all... While needing to accept a murderous look from her gingerhead friend along the way, to whom she had certainly announced something totally different earlier already. "You'll regret this..." the Irish girl quietly muttered to her blonde friend as she passed her... But to Julie, the true reasons for those words were probably a bit different than one could have perceived on the surface.

Right after though, Julie was finally getting some answers to her questions. Or more accurately, a non-answer. "Not her apartment, but spends a lot of time there?" The sentence didn't compute. But frankly, it didn't even need to... The Velvet Hood was already having plenty of other, more important and urgent thoughts in her mind now. For example, how she needed to maintain giving out a confident appearance despite her opponent having some obvious physical advantage over her... And how it was clearly time for the Irishwoman to join her on top of the mattress now.

Julie promptly began loosening up the hood of her attire enough to let it slip down from her head, before opening up the rest of her cape, letting it eventually fall down onto the floor, revealing her true match attire for the day.

Julie's Match Attire

Once having reached the appropriate level of clothing, matching much better what Avery was already wearing, the spunky gingerhead climbed gently onto the plush bed, so that her knees were pressed against the mattress, confidently apart from each other, and settled her hands on her hips, in an effort to give out at least momentarily a rather towering look and posture over her blonde adversary, who was still in a rather relaxed stance. "Ready to make some new friends, then?" the Irish girl asked in a rather mischievous voice, smiling slyly at her opponent, trying to keep on exuding confidence as much as she could - regardless of whether it was fake or not.

Shortly after though, Julie glanced briefly at Isa's direction, who had settled into the armchair - and saw exactly what she had expected to see. Isa was already blushing. No surprise... She certainly hadn't expected Julie to have sported this risqué attire beneath her cloak all along, had she? And now she had to witness all of this match unfolding... But Julie had just told her that she was going to regret her choice, so it shouldn't have been coming as a surprise.

Isa on the other hand, while having exactly those thoughts as Julie was thinking she had, was also blushing for another reason too. She could see so clearly what was happening. She could see so clearly where this was going to lead to...

So many times in their past, Isa had been exactly where Avery was now, and Julie had been exactly where she was now. Eager to have a tussle in bed, challenging Isa to a match. And always, or at least nearly always, Isa had rather swiftly made the smaller Julie succumb to her squeezes, smothers and other clutches. Her friend had always been doing her best, but the end result had always been going to be pretty much the same.

How could this have turned out to be any different with Avery now?

[RockRye]

Avery’s senses perked up as she noticed the tension lingering in the air, like the static before a storm. Julie and her blonde friend exchanged quiet words, but the conflict was palpable. Avery filed the observation away. Perhaps there was an opportunity to twist that knife later. For now, Julie had wandered directly into her orbit, and Avery wasn’t about to waste a moment of it.

Still reclining on the bed, Avery trailed her fingers across the surface in a slow, languid motion, her eyes locked on Julie. The invitation was unmistakable, her smirk curling wider as she noted the impressive confidence in the redhead’s step. And then, Julie truly surprised her. The frumpy outerwear fell away, revealing lingerie that might have even made Avery blush to wear in front of a stranger at Julie's presumed age. For the first time in their encounter, Avery blinked in mild astonishment, her smirk softening into an amused grin.

She gave a low, appreciative whistle, leaning back slightly as if to take in the full effect. “Well, well,” she purred, tilting her head. “I didn’t think you had a look like that in you, Julie. Color me impressed.” Her gaze darted briefly to the blonde on the sidelines, mischievous and calculating. “What about you, darling? Did you tag along for this view, too? Can’t say I’d blame you.”

Just enough to stir the pot. But Julie, to her credit, didn’t falter. She climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the plush surface as she faced Avery head-on. The confidence in Julie’s movement only deepened Avery’s grin. Rising slowly, she mirrored Julie’s posture, shifting onto her knees with deliberate grace.

Avery adjusted her position, pushing her ample chest together with her arms and letting the light emphasize her cleavage. Her hands rested delicately on her thighs. Her bedroom eyes bore into Julie, her voice dripping with saccharine charm. “Believe me,” she began, her tone as smooth as silk, “I would love for you to be my new friend. All my friends who step into this little den of mine get so… cozy with me.”

Her words hung in the air like a challenge, underlined by the casual confidence in her posture. Avery leaned in just slightly, enough to make the space between them feel electric. “So, sweetheart,” she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “the ref can start this match the moment you make your move. I’m feeling generous enough to give you the first shot.”

[Jaystar]

Julie had honestly thought that the revelation of her attire was mostly going to cause shock and surprise for Isa, but she turned out picking up hints of surprise from Avery's voice and expressions too. It was rather unexpected for the gingerhead as the white-clad woman was dressed up rather sensually and on top of a bed herself... Shouldn't she had expected something like this form her opponent?

What really caught the Velvet Hood a bit off guard though how complimenting her words actually were... Coming from a stunner like Avery, she couldn't help feeling rather flattered by her being impressed by her looks... Of course though, what really caused most of her blushing was the Queen of Diamonds pointing out Julie's looks to Isa too, going as far as to suggest that they might have been her motivation behind joining in the bedroom. And even if Julie knew perfectly well that it wasn't the case, secretly though, she wouldn't have necessarily minded if that had indeed been the case...

For Isa, the suggestion was simply awkward. She could already start to tell that Julie might had been onto something when stating she'd be regretting her decision... The blushing blonde was again very tempted to say something snarky to Avery's direction, whose rather sly behavior the Angel of Ice was already seeing through... Even if Isa was generally graceful and polite, and appreciated high standards with behavior, she could already tell that making a friend out of the white-clad blonde wasn't going to be on the cards for her. Thus, the Icelander settled with markedly sniffing at the diamond lady's suggestion.

Luckily, Avery wasn't keen on waiting for an answer from Isa, before she started mimicking the stance that Julie had already adopted on the bed. For Isa, the signs of danger for Julie were becoming all the more evident with how large and powerful Avery's form looked compared to her friend's own... And even Julie needed to bite her lip, her confidence seemingly faltering just a bit when she got to see even better what she was going to be dealing with. Sure, she was ready to take fearlessly on anyone, at least in principle... But looking at the blonde's adjusted, ample chest and the sheer size and magnitude of her thighs which made her palms look tiny in comparison... Yeah, she was surely facing a tricky challenge here!

What was there to be worried of, though? Avery seemed friendly enough. Or, even willing to make Julie her new friend! And it was surely a tempting image to get "cozy" with the Queen of Diamonds... Even if deep down, the Irish girl did hold some doubts over her true intentions.

So far so good though - even to the extent that the blonde was willing to give Julie the first shot! Sure, one could have considered that to be somewhat condescending, especially if coming from a point of arrogant confidence... But against someone like Avery, Julie would certainly take it!

Isa of course was troubled that she couldn't hear all the words exchanged between them. But she just had to watch the events unfolding... And make sure that Avery wouldn't take advantage of her friend in any unfair ways!

The ref was settling next to the bed though, all ready to call the match to start, apparently at the moment Julie's hands would touch Avery. It also gave Julie some confidence too... It seemed unlikely that she would get subjected to any dirty deeds any time soon. She also reminded herself that maintaining confident posture at least to start with was advisable, and pondered for a moment on the best way to capitalize on the headstart that her opponent was willing to give her. "Fine... But you might regret it!" was the gingerhead's answer, delivered in a rather quiet, yet mischievous tone.

Being on her knees no longer provided any reach advantage for Julie now that Avery was mimicking her stance, prompting the gingerhead to get up to her two feet. Adopting an almost hubristic look, the Irish girl suddenly demanded "Give me your hands!" while lifting her own up for a grappling stance... She couldn't be sure of what Avery's definition of a "first shot" was, but she was planning to take all the advantage that would potentially be granted to her. Provided that the blonde complied with her request, the lightweight would then start pushing the bigger girl backwards, while swiftly then wrapping her own legs around the lingerie-clad lady's toned misection, gradually starting to apply as crushing squeeze on it as she could! There should have been many benefits here... Firstly, she could potentially get to weaken some of Avery's core strength... And secondly, she was positioning herself as far away from the blonde's dangerous-looking thighs as she could!

Julie was planning to maintain the squeeze for a good while... Letting her ribbon-clad thigh press hungrily against her opponent's body. But as she wasn't sure of how long would Avery let her do her deeds freely, the gingerhead was planning to slip behind the blonde's back should she start providing meaningful resistance, with the hopes of then getting to wrap her arm around the heavyweight's neck for a sleeperhold from behind!

[RockRye]

Avery’s icy blue eyes flicked to the blonde, catching the faintest twitch of a reaction at her teasing words about seeing Julie in lingerie. It was subtle, a noncommittal sniff, the kind someone made when they wanted to hide their interest but weren’t quite skilled enough to mask it entirely. Oh, Avery could see the little dynamics rippling beneath the surface here. The way these LAW women operated, trapped in their tangled webs of loyalty, ambition, and unspoken lust, never failed to amuse her.

If only Avery had the luxury of endless time, she’d peel back the layers of each one, tease them mercilessly until they couldn’t deny their desires or their inferiority. But tonight, she had her sights set on Julie, and her focus couldn’t linger too long on the blonde bystander. Still, the subtle reaction to her words made her smirk.

But her musings were cut short as Julie scooted forward, her head held high despite the clear gulf in stature and presence between her and Avery. For all her struggles in LAW, the smaller woman’s persistence was notable. Whether it stemmed from an unshakable belief in herself or some deeper compulsion like a lust for submission to women of Avery's stature, she seemed ready to fight. Avery’s amusement deepened.

Julie’s spunky response to Avery’s taunts culminated in her issuing a threat and boldly asking for Avery’s hands. Avery raised an eyebrow, her skepticism apparent, but she indulged the request, extending her hands as if humoring a child.

Julie’s sudden shove caught her off guard. Not enough to topple her, but enough to force her shoulders back and for her torso to straighten, presenting her abs as a target. Before Avery could recover, Julie’s legs shot up, snapping around her midsection with surprising force.

Avery’s body jolted, her head tilting back as her lips parted in a sharp gasp. “Hnnngh!” The pressure was immediate and agonizing, Julie’s thighs crushing into Avery’s torso like a vice. Even through her sheer, elegant bodysuit, the strain on Avery’s toned abs was visible, her core forced to give way under the relentless squeeze. Avery’s disdain for pain only heightened the sensation, and her eyes flew wide, a rare crack in her composure. She had endured many bodyscissors, and ones from women much bigger and no doubt much stronger than Julie. But the other woman's enthusiasm and Avery's hatred of pain combined into misery for the blonde.

“Tch… aaagh!” Avery’s voice escaped in sharp bursts of frustration and discomfort, her normally pristine demeanor faltering as she tried to endure Julie's legs. She could feel the smaller blonde’s energy, her determination, and it grated on her nerves. For all Avery’s superiority, Julie’s tenacity was a reminder that no amount of refinement or poise could completely shield her from a well-executed move.

Avery’s focus shifted as she felt Julie adjusting her position, likely aiming to amplify the hold. No, Avery couldn’t let this go any further. Her teeth clenched, and her icy blue eyes narrowed, a spark of fury igniting within them.

Summoning her strength, Avery wrenched one hand free from Julie’s grip, her fingers snapping to the blonde’s jaw. Her nails pressed just hard enough to send a warning as she gripped tightly, pushing Julie’s head back and disrupting her focus. With a sharp shove, Avery sought to force Julie downward, using her superior strength to press her opponent's shoulders toward the mattress.

[Jaystar]

Julie's opening was certainly a high-risk one, but as it turned out, Avery was willing to fulfill her promise, even if Julie was likely stretching it to its limits. Sure, she could see some doubts evident on the bigger blonde's face, but they turned out to not dispel her from being game enough for Julie's little challenge. Nice!

What was even nicer though was how well Julie's plan turned out. Not only did she manage to seemingly catch Avery off guard with her initial shove, but her subtly toned legs also found themselves easily wrapping around the blonde's midsection - and clearly already getting her struggling, based on the gasps, grunts, and even complaints that she could hear her opponent letting out. Perhaps she was already regretting underestimating the cute Irish gingerhead?
Or then maybe not, this match was just beginning. But in any case, this must had been a dream start for Julie!

Also, Julie did apply rather immense pressure, as soon as she got her thighs around Avery's back and abs. She had zero reason to hold back. She had already seen how impressive her opponent's core was, and any damage dealt to that must had been a plus. Also, she had every reason to take full benefits of this advantageous opoening offered to her!

"Didn't see this coming, huh?" Julie couldn't resist making a teasing comment to her opponent in a mischievous tone as she was witnessing her struggles. The crack in her otherwise cool composure was so evident, and her frustration and discomfort so visible, that Julie just couldn't resist it. Rarely had she found herself in such a dominant position, so the Irish girl had every reason to fully enjoy and reap the rewards of it!

She was going full-out though. And that inevitably meant that it was only for so long that Julie could have kept this up.

Realizing the need to switch, the Irish gingerhead decided to adjust her position for a bit. Ease off the pressure just enough to enable sliding to behind Avery's back, while loosening the hold on her hands to get well positioned to apply a sleeperhold... A sound plan, right?

Wrong. As soon as Julie gave even an inch of leash to Avery, the blonde was already adamant on taking over. Suddenly, before even having locked her next hold properly in place, the gingerhead found her opponent's hand clasping at her jaw, pushing her downward rather painfully. "Agh!" The brave Irish girl tried to still apply the bodyscissor-sleeperhold combo as best as she could, but her efforts were getting crucially hampered by Avery's adjusted position, with them no longer having any meaningful strength behind them... And especially when getting now pressed down against the mattress beneath the bigger blonde's form, Avery was likely in a great position to take control over her smaller challenger.

Meanwhile, Isa had admittedly been rather impressed with Julie's strong opening. For a moment, there had been a spark of hope inside her... Perhaps Julie could have handled this after all? But as soon as she could see her friend disappearing behind the mighty blonde's body, she knew that those hopes had gotten extinguished as quickly as they had sparked.

[RockRye]

Avery gritted her teeth, her usual air of effortless dominance momentarily shaken as Julie’s thighs ground against her midsection, though she stifled further noises of pain. She could feel the definition there, an undeniable firmness that spoke to Julie’s strength. A strength Avery had underestimated, much to her frustration. The smaller woman wasn’t just scrappy; she was skilled, and the way she maneuvered around behind the Queen of Diamonds hinted at a deeper understanding of wrestling than Avery had given her credit for.

The sudden sensation of Julie’s arm snaking around her neck snapped Avery out of her moment of introspection. Alarm flared in her chest. She knew how quickly a position like this could turn dangerous, and the thought of being caught by someone she had so openly dismissed was unacceptable. Her determination hardened like steel.

Using her grip on Julie’s jaw as leverage, Avery shifted her weight and began to writhe against her opponent’s smaller frame. Her curvaceous body jiggled with every effort, the bed beneath them creaking as she fought to free her neck from Julie’s hold. It wasn’t elegant. Avery didn’t need elegance right now. She needed results. And she needed to chip away at the smaller woman's confidence.

"Darling, it doesn’t matter if I saw it coming or not," Avery hissed, her voice laced with both frustration and triumph as she managed to twist her shoulders and loosen Julie’s grip enough to breathe more freely. "Superiority wins."

Before Julie could tighten her hold again, Avery seized her opportunity. She adjusted her position with practiced precision, wrapping one of her strong arms firmly around Julie’s neck. The motion forced the smaller woman’s face into the plush, overwhelming side of Avery’s ample chest. She shifted her body to press her weight down onto Julie. She leaned into the hold, using her curvaceous figure to her full advantage. Julie’s head and neck were trapped uncomfortably beneath her, her face smothered into Avery’s soft but unyielding flesh. The bed sagged beneath their struggle, the noise of the springs punctuating Avery's weight pressing atop her smaller opponent.

[Jaystar]

Sure, things had started off well for Julie. Granted, it had been courtesy of Avery having allowed her the first move... But regardless of that, the Irish girl felt she could be pretty happy! She could certainly tell that things had turned a bit tricky for the bigger blonde, and for a moment, Julie had genuinely had the sensation that she had her curvy opponent under control as she had snaked her arm aroung her neck...

Of course, that sensation turned out to be rather brief, and misinformed. As soon as Avery detected any real threat, her own efforts of resistance significantly ramped up, and when combined with how her hand was pressing onto poor Julie's jaw, it admittedly became a rather simple and easy task for the blonde to break free from the lightweight girl's grip - even if it did get the bed creaking quite a bit.

As it turned out, it wasn't only Avery's physical actions that were now overpowering Julie. Her choices of words ended up getting into her head too, at least for a brief moment.

"Superiority wins."

At the same time, that statement was so full of confidence, and so ominous... While on some level, being incredibly hot too. For a brief moment, Julie looked almost like a deer in the headlights as her brain was going through the mental images on all the ways that Avery could be superior to her, and inevitably, those mental images weren't doing her own confidence right now any good.

Eventually, the Irish girl recalled the need to spring back into action - but by that time, the blonde's strong arm was already wrapping around her neck. Clearly, it was payback time... Or time to demonstrate all the different ways of superiority, arm strength being the first example. The second example was how the gingerhead's face pressed into Avery's superior chest... And how her superior weight pressing down on Julie's more slender body began crushing her against the luckily soft mattress.

Julie had to bite her lip. Yes, she did initiate some feeble resistance with trying to pry Avery's strong arm off... But yes, there was something forbiddenly exciting about getting forced and trapped into this position by the thicker blonde too.


For Isa, she was wondering whether this was the point when she should have just closed her eyes. She was no longer seeing Julie pretty much at all from behind Avery's increasingly dominant-looking figure anyway, and that of course couldn't have meant anything good for her dear friend.