Graduation Day

[BlackAkuma]

One of Freezer’s earliest memories was that of Typhoon Roke, which hit Japan when she was about ten or so, while her family was vacationing in Honshu. While she couldn't recall many specific details, what stood out to her above all was the feeling of absolute power surging around her. People tended to think of typhoons as just big storms, but that was always such an understatement. Japan had storms all the time, and this was nothing like that. The difference was in the scale, like comparing a pig to a boar, or a housecat to a lion—overwhelming, overbearing, unrelenting force.

That was what it was like to wrestle - no, to fight Zelda. Funny how such a memory would slip back into her head at a time like this. Likely the brain trauma talking.

She could only wonder what thoughts were going through Zelda’s head after their little Glasgow kiss. As her vision cleared and the spots faded, she could see the woman finally react. Pain was one thing, but getting your head rocked was entirely another, and there was simply no way to just power through it. Granted, it wasn’t heaven for Freezer, either, as you could tell from her shaky legs, but she’d been ready for the damage. Zelda hadn't.

It gave Freezer the opening she’d been clamoring for, and she couldn't’ let it go to waste. Eager and enervated, she fought past the haze and charge forward, looking to capitalize.

One second. That was all the time that made a difference. She was reeling back preparing to strike, but Zelda recovered one second earlier than she anticipated. That was just enough time for her to lash out and strike low, launching an uppercut that shot deep into Freezer’s hardened core and knocked the air clear from her lungs. She folded at the punch and staggered forward while she clutched her sides, with her teeth clenched tight.

But she wasn’t done. Far from it. Through the tangled mess of her hair, she looked up at Zelda, locked eyes, then rose back up and launched herself at the woman. Her arm swung high and lashed out like a whip, as she came at the goth’s proud chest with one of the best knife-edge chops she could muster.

…she couldn't recall the last time she’d chopped breasts this big and prominently displayed, either. She was hoping for no small amount of noise.

[HotWheels]

The throb in Zelda’s skull pulsed so rapidly she couldn't think. But in a fight, fuck, she preferred it this way. Thought paralyzed action. The less her brain processed consequences, the more effectively she wielded her body as a blunt instrument. Her bulk usually granted her immunity to the pains and aches that controlled smaller fighters. In the dingy bars of Hamburg and the underground pits, she soaked up punishment like a sponge, returning it twofold until the other poor shitter broke.

Most fighters would have folded after the elbow. They certainly would have crumbled when the headbutt hadn't knocked Zelda flat. Freezer, however, didn't fold to much of anything.

For a moment, Zelda grasped the lesson her mentor tried to drill into her thick skull: strategy mattered when the opponent could take a hit as well as give one. But right now, she couldn't think on strategy and stay on her feet, so she put that advice aside. She could barely see or hear, either, but she ignored the warning signs. She ignored the scream of her shoulders. She focused entirely on the tactile crunch of her fist sinking into Freezer’s abs. Carnal satisfaction trembled through her knuckles as she felt the fist bury itself deep, finding the gap between the hardened abdominal muscles.

If her bell hadn't rung so loudly, she would have followed the uppercut with a double-axe handle to the spine to drive the woman into the mat. But the throbbing head demanded a tax. Zelda took a stumbling step back to stabilize her equilibrium, clenching her teeth against the vertigo.

That split second of hesitation cost her.

Freezer pounced. The mentor’s arm swung high and lashed out like a whip, seeking the most prominent target available. The knife-edge chop connected with Zelda’s ample chest with a sickening, explosive crack. The sound of the impact bounced off the gym walls before the pain even registered, and both breasts - already stuffed so tightly into her top they looked like balloons - rebounded from the sudden displacement to stack more pain onto the equation.

A sharp wolf-whistle and a cackle from Bobbie cut through the ringing in Zelda's ears.

Only then did the nerve endings fire, sending a searing, stinging heat spreading across her skin. Zelda clamped both thick hands over her chest, trying to stifle the burn, her legs wobbling again. But she refused to stall. She lowered her head, eyes wild and unfocused through her bangs, and barreled toward Freezer. She led with her shoulder, turning her stumble into a blind charge. Instinct won brawls, and until the circumstances changed, this remained a brawl.

[BlackAkuma]

Everything was a lesson, and even now, with her fighting her girls directly, Freezer still sought to teach them things and impart knowledge.

The importance of versatility, a lesson that she wished for Zelda to take to heart. As strong as she was, as tough as she was, the heavyweight class that she occupied was full of strong, tough women, and if her only strategy was to overpower them and outbrawl them, then she would eventually meet her better. She needed to be adaptable, so that when her, admittedly effective, mode of attack failed, she would have fallbacks.

The importance of defense. Just because Zelda could take shots, it didn’t mean that doing so was a good idea. Freezer had known a few wrestlers who fought like the German did, all gas and no brakes, willing to sacrifice their bodies and take two hits if it meant they could land one. That sort of wrestling took a toll on them. All of them, every single one, was a bag of broken bones now, suffering for the mistakes they’d made in their use. A few of them were even retired. One was...worse.

It wasn’t a fate she wanted for Zelda. Or any of her girls.

But, at this moment, she was showing the proper way to throw a chop. Freezer often trained them in this by making them strike doors, learning how to get the timing right, focusing on the followthrough, having the proper spacing. While they’d gotten pretty good, it never hurt for them to be reminded of what they were going through and what a proper chop could do. Zelda’s chest made an excellent example.

The sound was cacophonous. They were sharing the gym with few others today, but what few eyes there were locked their way as Zelda reeled from the blow, forced back on wobbling legs. It was a pain that Freezer knew well. Punches and kicks and headbutts were one thing, but there was something about a chop that turned the brain to mush.

Zelda saw red, and sure enough, she came charging with all the subtlety of a raging bull. Just the setup that Freezer had been waiting for.

The German went low, but she went high, leaping over the woman’s charge. She twisted about as she flew, putting her body perpendicular with Zelda’s, and wrapped her arms around the nearest shoulder. At the time, her legs circled around the woman’s arm and secured that as well, wrapping it up tight like a vine.

For a moment, Freezer hung onto Zelda like a backpack, clinging tight and halting her forward moment. Then she lifted up, jerked downward with all of her momentum, and threw her body into a roll, a motion that would lifted her opponent up and bring her crashing down on her shoulders - in other words, a Crucifix Bomb. Not only a good move, but one that would put Zelda in the pinning position, which would hopefully convey a message to her student: The brawl was over. It was time to wrestle.

[HotWheels]

Bobbie knew a thing or two about getting her bell rung. Back in Bama, she’d lined up against varsity defensive ends who had a hundred pounds on her and a scholarship on the line. She never backed down then, not even when they flattened her into the turf like a crushed beer can. Add a little liquid courage to the mix, and she’d wrestle a steer if the mood struck.

But lining up across from these two right now? No thank you.

The grin plastered on her face faltered as the meat-slapping echoes of the brawl rang through the gym. Between her enthusiastic whoops and hollering, a grimace kept hijacking her expression. If some stranger pounded on Zelda or Freezer like that, Bobbie would be screaming for murder, ready to jump the rail and swing a chair. But watching Goti and the Boss Lady trade blows that sounded like car crashes twisted her gut a little, and that was saying something.

But Bobbie wasn't totally deterred. With the chop, she leaned over to E, unable to keep her mouth shut even when she probably should have.

“I think the left one popped!” Bobbie hissed, eyes wide, maintaining her running joke about Zelda's "fake" tits. She well knew those sandbags had not an ounce of fake in them - just weight, thanks to a few smothers she had endured - but it bothered E more than it did Goti, a perfect reason to keep up the absurd rumor. “She’s gonna be lopsided for a week!”

E didn't even look at her, eyes glued to the violence, though her lip curled in annoyance. “That is physically impossible, id- and they are real! Fuck off.”

“We'll see once-”

Bobbie cut herself off because Zelda kept coming. The German still looked dangerous, but also sloppy. Bobbie thrived on sloppy, but she saw the trap before Zelda did. Freezer leaped and coiled around Zelda’s frame. Even then, for a split second - just a heartbeat - Bobbie thought Zelda had it. She saw those thick German muscles bunch up, her ass and legs bulging with the strain of keeping Freezer elevated so Goti could slam her back down to the canvas.

But leverage beat brute force. Freezer swung down, and gravity did the rest. Bobbie grimaced again.

The landing left Zelda in a position that made Bobbie’s eyebrows shoot toward her hairline. Freezer had the shoulders pinned flat, but the move folded Goti up like an accordion. From the apron, Bobbie and E got a front-row seat to the most dangerous ass in the hemisphere pointed straight at the lights and Zelda's upper body compressed into what looked like breasts with a ponytail of black hair.

Charlie just stood there, staring at the heap of limbs like a deer in headlights.

“Charlie, count!” Bobbie bellowed, slapping the canvas. E shouted the same command a millisecond later.

Charlie gasped and dropped. One. T-

No. Zelda exploded. She flexed her core, arms and abs bulging as she literally bench-pressed the air to pop her shoulders off the mat. She scrambled away, rolling until she draped herself over the bottom rope right above Bobbie’s head. Zelda hung there, chest heaving, sweat dripping onto the apron.

Bobbie blinked, then glanced up at the gym ceiling, fully expecting to see a pig soaring past the rafters. Zelda... taking a breather?

[BlackAkuma]

Even as this match progressed, Freezer was making notes, cataloging thoughts, storing them for later. This would be a pivotal moment in their careers, but far from the last moment of their training with her. While she would give them some space to grow as competitors, she wanted to remain an active force in their lives, continuing to help them improve. As such, she remained mindful of the problem areas.

She would definitely have to incorporate more defensive training in their regimen, with Zelda being a key target. Her limits were high, but not unattainable, a fact she would have to learn well, and one that Freezer was doing an admirable job of showing her now, in her estimation.

Another lesson: Momentum could be her greatest friend, but it could also be her greatest enemy. To Zelda’s credit, she did a good job of fighting the force of the Crucifix Bomb, and there was a fearful moment where Freezer believed she might reverse it. If she’d been lighter, say Charlie or E’s or even Bobbie’s size, she might have done just that - but the Ice Queen was just heavy enough to get the job done. Up and over she came, down she went.

Boom. Shoulders on the mat.

She cast a quick eye up, expecting the count, only to see Charlie stunned by the moment - Freezer could admit, perhaps choosing her for this role wasn’t her brightest idea, but her inaction wasn’t a completely bad thing. She had trained her girls to wait until the count started to kick out - there was no sense in expending energy when they weren’t really in danger, and if the referee was taking too long to count, they might as well use that opportunity to catch an extra breath. Even a couple seconds of extra recovery time could make all the difference.

Zelda seemed to take that advice to heart, exploding at the two count with a burst that sent Freezer rolling away. She scrambled over to her knee, just in time to see the boisterous German making a tactical retreat to the ropes, gasping for air. Stamina training would be in order, clearly.

Freezer licked her lips as she zeroed in on her opponent. While there were a variety of ways she could have approached this, one stuck out to her more than most - a way to deny Zelda air and play to her ‘crowd’ at the same time.

She stood up and strolled towards Zelda’s, closing the distance with a sultry stroll. Once she was close, she reached down, gripped the woman’s head tight, and lifted it just enough to place her neck on the middle rope. She threw one leg over the German’s shoulder, then the other came up, until she was practically sitting on her face and neck.

And then came the grinding. Freezer gripped the ropes tight and thrust forward, riding Goti hard, using her fullweight to smother the woman and batter her face about. A harrowing experience, but also an exhilarating experience - for both of them, she would suspect.

[HotWheels]

E was somehow more surprised that Zelda hadn't countered the crucifix bomb than she was to see Freezer take her down.

E replayed the sequence in her mind, still processing what she'd witnessed. When Freezer had leaped onto the German's back and started swinging her weight downward, E had been certain absolutely certain - that Zelda would power through and throw their mentor to the ground. She had, after all, countered almost everything E threw at her when both remained on their feet - only on the ground did she have even a modicum of an advantage. Zelda would get planted, pinned, and they'd all move on to the next phase of this trial. Simple.

But her mind had caught up with reality a moment later - despite being folded into a krendl, Zelda had kicked out. But watching her retreat to catch her breath? That felt surreal. Zelda didn't do tactical retreats. She just kept coming forward until something broke - usually her opponent. She tried to parse which of all the many, many violent blows had brought Zelda to that point.

But then Freezer stood up, and E's clinical observations evaporated as she watched the exchange.

She strolled - no, she prowled - toward where Zelda hung on the ropes, and something about that predatory confidence made E's breath catch in her throat. She watched Freezer reach down, grip Zelda's head, position her neck against the middle rope with the casual ease of someone rearranging furniture. And then she mounted her.

Oh.

E's lips parted slightly as Freezer threw one leg over Zelda's shoulder, then the other, settling her full weight onto the German's face and neck. The Russian's fingers curled against the edge of the apron, knuckles whitening as Freezer gripped the ropes and began to move - deliberate grinding that had E's pulse hammering in her ears loud enough to drown out even Bobbie's usual commentary. Heat crawled up E's neck as she watched their mentor ride Zelda's face with a hypnotic rhythm.

Everyone stopped and went silent save for the shuffling and grunts from the one on the receiving end. Even Zelda's usually terrifying presence just... submitted beneath her. E had never seen the German look like that. Ever. For a millisecond, she looked almost... docile. E's throat worked in a dry swallow. Her green eyes tracked every movement - the flex of Freezer's thighs, the arch of her spine, the way Zelda's hands came up but didn't push away, just gripped uselessly at those powerful legs. No shoving. No fighting. Just... holding on.

What would that feel like?

The thought hit her like a truck, and E's gaze dropped for a split second before snapping back up. She couldn't look away. Didn't want to look away. Beside her, Bobbie had gone completely silent - a miracle in itself - and when E risked a peripheral glance, she saw the same glazed, hungry expression on the American's face that she suspected mirrored her own.

Even Charlie, who was supposed to be refereeing, just stood there with her hand half-raised, mouth slightly open, completely transfixed.

"Sh-should I..." Charlie's voice cracked slightly, barely audible over the sound of rope creaking and breathing - both Freezer's measured exhalations and Zelda's muffled gasps. "Um. One- one? Two?"

But she hardly moved. Didn't insist. Just stood there with her tiny fist half-raised, clearly hoping no one would make her actually interrupt what was happening.

E couldn't blame her. Not one bit.

[BlackAkuma]

The group likely couldn't tell - what with their attention being squarely focused on her hips at the moment - but Freezer was watching them. Their reactions.

They were about what she expected. Gaped mouths, shocked looks, no small amount of quivering. Considering what they were - four women who likely would never have met each other, save for Bobbie and E, if not for their shared attraction to her - it was completely understandable. They had likely fantasized about being in positions like this before, and here she was now, fulfilling those desires before their very eyes. The thought made her normally placid smile grow into something wilder.

But, despite appearances, this was part of Freezer’s instruction. After all, she would certainly not be the one and only person to hold their affection in LAW, even she wasn’t vain enough to think otherwise. Others would come and tempt them. They would have hentai matches. Sex was a weapon in LAW, and she needed to make sure they knew how to recognize it, use it, and defend from it.

This furthered that goal. Besides that, though, it was just fun.

It also served the purpose of further wearing down on Zelda’s stamina, making it harder for her to draw full breaths with Freezer’s hips constantly pressing against her face. Silly as it might have looked, she had the leverage and advantage in this situation, and the German was in a poor position to push her way out, even if she could muster the will to do so. Freezer could likely have sat here a long time, if she were so inclined.

Luckily for Zelda, however, Charlie was able to muster enough wherewithal to start counting. After she hit three, Freezer threw a quick, knowing wink to the girls outside, then slipped off Zelda’s haggard form, rolled off her shoulders, and popped to her feet in a single smooth motion, coming to stand before her beleaguered student.

”Are you still with us, Goti?” She reached down and gripped the woman by the hair with both hands, maintaining a tight grip as she hauled her back to her feet. ”Let’s see if I can’t wake you up.”

Freezer reached over, seized Zelda’s wrist, and proceeded to duck her arm as she twisted about, coming out behind the bruiser. She pulled that wrist up, trapped it behind her opponent’s back, and attempted to secure her with a hammerlock, keeping her in check as she marched her towards the center of the ring.

”Is your head in the game?” She leaned, bringing her lips tantalizingly close to Zelda’s ear. ”You’ve got power and guts, but you need more than that. Show me precision, Goti. Show me skill.”

[HotWheels]

Oh... God.

Charlie could not help how the sight froze her. First, as she caught up with the two women she had to corrall, she had to watch Freezer from behind, those hips twisting and turning and... whew, okay. If she could overcome that from having watched many of Freezer's matches - closely - so twisting hips she had seen. Oh, she still appreciate it - too much - but she could get over it to focus on being a good ref for this very important day.

But not the sight of Zelda's face buried in their mentor's crotch. Charlie's knees felt weak. The sound of the ropes creaking mixed with muffled breathing, eclipsing all other sounds, and Charlie felt heat crawl up her neck and settle in her cheeks like burning coals. She had just gotten over her touch of arousal from Freezer crawling all over her body. This was somehow so much worse. From her position in the ring, Charlie had a view none of the others could match. She could see Zelda's face - or what little of it wasn't buried beneath Freezer's body. But more importantly, she could see Zelda's eyes.

Zelda's eyes - those typically wild, predatory, terrifying eyes that promised violence and chaos - looked different. Softer. Sub... submissive? They fluttered half-closed with each grind of Freezer's hips, glazed with something between pleasure and surrender. Oh, the defiance was still there. It bled through into a terrifying glare up into Freezer's face that made Charlie shiver. But there was... a momentary acceptance. Maybe even bliss.

Charlie felt her pulse hammering in her throat, between her legs, everywhere. She shouldn't be watching this!

But Charlie was imagining. Imagining looking up and seeing their mentor's face above her, knowing she was exactly where Freezer wanted her.

But she couldn't. She forced herself to count to three - her voice barely more than a whisper - and felt almost devastated when Freezer finally, mercifully, slipped off Zelda's gasping form. Charlie sucked in a breath like she'd been the one suffocating. She shifted her weight awkwardly, trying to regain some semblance of composure, trying to remember she was supposed to be the referee and not a hormonal mess.

But oh God, did Freezer make that job impossible sometimes.

She watched their mentor roll gracefully to her feet, all fluid control and predatory grace, while Zelda lay there gasping and disheveled. Then Freezer reached down, gripping Zelda by her black ponytail with both hands, and Charlie's eyes tracked the movement with laser focus. She watched Freezer haul the German to her feet, their mentor's voice cutting through Charlie's haze, pushing Zelda for more.

From the apron, she heard Bobbie's voice - quieter than usual, still affected.

"C'mooooon, Gotiiiii..."

And on cue, Zelda moved.

The German dropped her weight suddenly, bending forward and using the momentum to twist her trapped arm. Charlie's eyes widened as Zelda threaded through, reversing the pressure, spinning out of Freezer's grip with surprising technical fluidity. In a heartbeat, Zelda had Freezer's wrist instead, cranking it into a hammerlock of her own. Charlie's breath caught. That was... that was really good. Exactly what Freezer had asked for. All the power Zelda usually used, but more controlled.

"Nice!" Charlie called out, her voice steadier now that she had something concrete to focus on as she watched Zelda try to use that grip and a kick to the back of the knee to force Freezer down.

[BlackAkuma]

Teaching had presented a number of unforeseen challenges for Freezer, testing her patience in ways she had never endured before. Chief among those challenges, however, was something few trainers had to deal with - at least, not the legitimate ones. Namely, Freezer had the unique problem of teaching four women who not only treated her like a wrestling deity, but who all wanted to kiss, and would likely do manner more things than that if given half the chance.

Women being attracted to Freezer was nothing new, of course, but she usually kept her Kiss Club at a distance. That was by design - the last thing she wanted to do was give them the wrong idea or start up show favoritism. They were just supposed to be the women she kissed on the way to the ring. Her fanclub, her cheerleaders. All good fun, but nothing more.

With these four, she had attachment. They were attracted to her, and what was more, she grew more attracted to them as they improved and came into their own as wrestlers. Her role required professionalism, and that dynamic made it difficult. More than a few times, she had to rein in her wilder impulses.

But not tonight. While she had a serious purpose, this was also her chance to cut loose in ways she had never had the chance to with these four before. To indulge and instruct at the same time.

So far, she was quite enjoying herself. She savored the moment as she ground on Goti’s face, giving the woman a taste of what a LAW match, and likely a taste of other things, too. The looks on the others’ faces were priceless as well. Jealousy? Perhaps. If so, Bobbie and E didn’t have to worry. She had plans for them, too.

Back to business. Freezer kept Zelda under control with the hammerlock, trying to put all that power in check. Her words cut at the woman’s pride, challenging her to step it up, and she knew there would be some reaction. The German was not a woman who took such slights easily. The only question was how she’d react.

Well. She reacted well. Better than Freezer had hoped, honestly.

The reversal genuinely took her off guard. In part because of its fluidity, but also because it came from Goti, who so rarely showed such traits. Crisp, clean, executed without hesitation. Freezer couldn't help but laugh in glee, though that laugh was cut short when her leg was kicked and she fell to one knee.

”Quite nice.” She added onto Charlie’s compliment, then reached up, grabbed Zelda’s head with her free hand, and jerked forward, trying to roll her over with a snapmare to break the hold.