Countdown: Laurent LaCroix (D) vs Audrey Trovita

[Malkavia]

What did Audrey deserve?

Laurent found himself nose to lips with Audre'ys beautiful pussy—shaved bare. He took a deep breath, through his nose. She smelled sickly sweet.Laurent licked his lips, imagining the taste as his hands cradled the woman's ass.

Her skirt covered his face, so he raised a hand — while she rained blow after blow on his head — and snagged it down his face. When his eyes finally met Audrey's, he was grinning like a wolf.

Lookit you! She brougt the energy if nothing else—her throat taught, tits bouncing, hair all over the place while she went. BAM BAM BAM! Laurent shook his head — pooooor baby — then winked at her.

Now he knew for sure. He was better than her. Not just a little. Not a close thing. Like—do what you want, and all she can do is beg better. He licked his lips again, let his eyes dart back at her pussy. Then back to her.

You wish, he mouthed.

Then, he stepped back into the corner, watching her eyes all the way. He stepped onto the first rope, then the second. He knew she knew where this was going—and he wanted to see the shaped her face made when she couldn't do shit about it.

Then, from the top rope, he'd fall forward—aiming to slam his face into her groin and her back against the hard, unforgiving blue of the mat.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Seated atop Laurent's shoulders wasn't where Audrey expected nor wanted to be. The position would have been miserable enough had she still had her underwear; the fact that she didn't only made her more frustrated, and perhaps a bit more frantic. But if Laurent wanted to taste her - and his breath between her legs told her all she needed to know about that - then the arms pummeling his skull would be the price he'd have to pay.

But for all her hammering away, Laurent wasn't flinching. Blow after blow connected, and all the redhead could feel was his breath on her crotch, and his hands still caressing her rear as he held her in place. Audrey struggled to swallow her mounting panic... until he flipped her skirt off his face. He caught her eye with the smuggest of grins, which pushed her to slam him just that much faster... but if he was even feeling her blows, he was sure doing a hell of a job pretending otherwise! With her fists proving ineffective, her heart pounded away in her chest, and her mind raced, struggling to come up with another play.

"No no no nonono...."

You wish.

He started moving, and she wobbled, pausing her assault only momentarily to clutch at his hair to maintain balance. But her pounding resumed with renewed intensity when he stepped backwards and heaved them both upwards onto the ropes. He didn't just want to tease her, he wanted to *torment her! And there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it. A fresh realization for her, but one look into Laurent's eyes told her he'd figured that out already.

There was a brief moment at the height of the climb where she looked up and stared into the crowd without really seeing them, as though an answer might be somewhere just out of her reach among the faceless people and flashing cameras. And then gravity returned, and she screamed.

Her upper body recoiled from the heavy impact against the mat, cracking the back of her skull, but only for a moment as gravity recaptured her and she flopped back down. Her legs, meanwhile, remained steady with her lower body trapped in place by the stone that was Laurent's head between her legs. The vibrations down her spine were mirrored in her crotch, where her opponent's face was buried against her flesh.

Ignoring the protest of her back after the crash landing, her hands shot down to pull at his hair, an instinctual urge to remove him. In the back of her mind, she floated the notion of leaning into it, of wrapping her legs around his head and squeezing him there... but that would be giving him what he wanted. He was intentionally positioned right there, and she needed to get him off, not push him deeper! And right now, pulling his hair was the only tactic she could come up with...

[Malkavia]

Oh MAN! What a crack! Laurent was in the dominant position. The cushioned position. But even he felt the QUAKE of Audrey's body smashed by a five foot drop.

...What was this crap she was doing with his hair? He lifted himself out of her pussy, and when the hands in his hair got annoying, he just grabbed them and pinned them to the mat. Then he planted one knee on each of her thighs and hooked his ankles around hers. A quick little grapevine to spread her legs. And hovered over her, peering into her angry, hurt, scared little eyes and grinned as wide as his holler was loud:

"WHOOO!" He bounced, cranking those sexy pale thighs he so wanted to spank. "BITCH!"

Bitch. A one-word masterpiece for the mess underneath him, heaving in her big, desperate breaths, her pussy wide open for the whole world. Bitch. Laurent's cock pressed against his blue, silky tights, and if she mewed or whined or cringed or gasped—it would twitch. Surging with a masculine desire to penetrate. He could have rammed her then and there.

In fact, there were a lot of places he could've gone from that grapevine—but you know what? Fuck it. He wasn't feeling it. He felt like letting her go, standing up, and grabbing a fistful of her hair. Then he'd wreeeench her on up until she was standing next to him. All dazed and weak, barely standing on her own power. It would have been easy to knee her gut or slam a punch across her face, and she'd fall like a sack of flour. fucking Biiiiiiiitch! But nah, all that sounded fun, but he was having fun degrading her womanhood. He wanted to finish it off. So he grabbed her by the pussy, lifted her until her feet were kicking six inches off the ground, and dropped her down — KER-BLAMMO! — on his knee.

Eat a backbreaker, Audrey.

BLAMMO!

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey's head spinning in a daze was but one reason why it was hard to tell what feeling was worse; Laurent's face in her crotch, or his entire body pinning her down, his legs looped around her own and her wrists in his clutches, rendering her nearly immobile beneath him. She swallowed hard as she looked into his eyes, trying to give him her best annoyed glare though the sharp throbbing in her skull, but the way he grinned down at her like a predator who'd just cornered his prey sent a shiver of fear down her spine - and she could tell, he'd seen it in her eyes.

"BITCH!"

His shout made her ears ring. The word stirred something, some feeling of insult deep within her. Audrey tried to bare her teeth, but the sudden pressure applied to her legs instead caused an open-mouthed grunt of discomfort, her breathing heavy and just a bit too quickly to pretend she was unbothered and unafraid. It didn't escape her notice that she was in perfect position for him to knock out hole #1. And, from what she could feel, he didn't miss it, either. But she was trapped; arms pinned down, legs wound up, and with that blow to her head, she was struggling just to pull her brain out of the dizzy haze, let alone stop panicking and try to focus on finding a way out of losing the first fall.

So it came as an unexpected - and frankly, shocking - relief when Laurent let her go and got to his feet. Her eyes wide, brain too foggy with both relief and confusion, she didn't even respond when he reached down and buried his fingers in her hair, save for the involuntary yelp of pain that turned into a wail as he forced her to her feet with the ease of bodybuilder.

Audrey was unsteady on her wobbly legs, still not quite over the terrible anticipation of the torment that did not end up happening. Of course, if he had his way, this just meant she had more time to dwell on it. On top of that, the sudden shift from horizontal to vertical made the ring and the crowd beyond sway.

Fortunately for her, Laurent wouldn't let her stumble back onto her ass - she felt his hand slip under her skirt to clamp down on the bare flesh between her legs, drawing that furious blush back onto the redhead's cheeks. But the pressure was harsh, cutting off any jab or protest she may have wanted to make and only offering yet another scream instead. This was not a teasing touch meant to pleasure. This was a show of dominance meant to terrify. She fumbled as she tried to clutch his wrists, her own skirt getting in her way in her dizziness. Her unsteady swaying intensified as gravity lost its hold on her, Laurent somehow having the strength to lift her one handed. Audrey simply didn't have the awareness to either question nor be impressed by that right now. Her feet kicked, her legs stretched, trying to find solid ground again. And they would, but not quite how she'd expected.

The redhead's throat started to tingle as she screamed again, her back arched way out of normal proportions against Laurent's outstretched knee. Her feet did finally hit the ground, but they offered little purchase as she attempted to prevent being snapped in half, her fingers scratching at the nearest arm holding her down, his pressure on her chin nearly causing her head to scrape the mat. Her free hand attempted to brace herself on the mat with little success; she was flexible, but she still had her limits. Her resistance was frantic and sloppy as Laurent displayed how effortlessly he controlled her body as if it were his own.

[Malkavia]

Nothing like a good stretch to start out the day, right? While Audrey's back contemplated snapping down the middle, Laurent sighed with the satisfaction of warming up the muscles along his back and arms.

Delicious. But quickly turning stale. What other morsels could he pluck from this buffet spread out over his lap, hm?

He decided he liked her face—the way her pale, red-head skin colored so visibly pink, red, or purple depending on how he touched her. He enjoyed the way he could see the rage sizzling and popping as she gasped and fumbled.

Alright, so that gave him a roadmap. He dropped her on the mat. She'd bounce and presumably scramble or kick or do whatever cute thing she did, but he'd get her foot in the end. Step between those pretty legs. Pretzel them up and then lie down and grab her chin for an STF.

And then, if all that worked — and he had a funny feeling it would — that pretty face would be right next to his, warm against his cheek while he got to wrench body up and show his prize to the crowd. He had to admit, those assholes out there were more intoxicating than you'd think. Of course he'd shake a helpless set of dumb tits for free, but when it made the stadium roar with his name, it did add a certain...je ne said quoi.

"Y'know. A lot of people told me it was. How'd they put it. Incredibly arrogant for me to think I could just show up with a week of training and kick ass." Then, since it would be right there, he leaned in and nuzzled his chin into the crown of her head. "What, if I may ask, is your opinion on that?"

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Screaming was difficult with a hand pushing down on her chin, but Audrey managed it nonetheless as her back likewise protested the angle in which she was being contorted. Her feeble scratch didn't ease the pressure, the only thing seemingly preventing her from breaking in half being the feet that had found the mat and planted themselves firmly to stave off further pressure.

But that was all the fight-back the strained redhead offered, focusing hard on simply keeping her spine in tact rather than trying to shift her position. She had no brainpower to spare for considering a plan to get herself free.

Fortunately for Audrey, she didn't end up needing to free herself - she wasn't sure how long she'd spent bent over Laurent's knee, but eventually she felt a shove and the next thing she knew, the mat had risen up to greet her. The arch in her back softened without anything forcing her into it, though the searing pain remained, and she remained curved to a slight degree as her hand reached back to massage what she could reach of her lower back. Her whimpering grunts also quieted, struggling to contain her sobs in what little time she had to rest.

Move. That was the one command worming its way into the tangled web of agony. She couldn't come up with more than that - move how? Which way? - but she knew it was vital that she did so.

So she rolled.

She made it as far as flipping onto her stomach before a fist latched on to her ankle. She'd barely had the foresight to reach out for a rope - not anywhere within her range - before her legs were knotted around each other. Uncomfortable, but that was only the sign of the real impending danger. Which soon presented itself in the form of Laurent collapsing in on her and heaving her back by the chin, reigniting that spark in her spine and having the side effect of presenting gratuitous freckled cleavage to those in the closest seats.

And then, he spoke. Audrey was busy fighting back both a blush on her cheeks, and tears in her eyes - the former was easier this time, as showing cleavage was nothing new, but the latter was taking significantly more effort with her back protesting. Audrey braced herself on her forearms, but regretted it instantly - her own added leverage only gave Laurent more room to pull her further.

And yet, she still couldn't help but snap back.

"Bull... shit..." the redhead choked out. There was no way he'd had so little training, not with the way he'd taken control of the fight. At least, that's what Audrey told herself. She couldn't be losing to someone with so little experience, she just couldn't. "B-beginner's... luck..."