Malevolent Virus vs Crimson Reaper: Spectre vs Garnet Rose

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Garnet groaned a few seconds, rubbing his head from the surprise kick Spectre managed to do. He got to his hands and knees, before glancing at his opponent. Seeing the pink haired woman glaring at him with anger, he would match her look with a determined look in his eyes!

After seeing how weak she was against his headscissors, he knew he could win this if he kept up the pressure! Garnet was about to get back up, thinking of going with a swift kick! But just before he could do it, he slightly paused at hearing the crowd cheering him on, making him blush a little at all the attention on him. He’s never had this much cheering support before from LAW.

Hearing the support, this only further increased his determination to win! However this moment of hesitation cost him as that’s when Spectre sprang forward! Before he could do anything, the smaller woman grasped his wrist and pulled him in. This caused him to fall to the floor as she kept a hold on his arm and tried to fold his captured arm against his back.

However the black haired guy wouldn’t make it easy for his opponent as he quickly began squirming and trying to maneuver out of her grasp. While she managed to fold his arm against his back, he would attempt to roll slightly to his side, trying his hardest to keep Spectre from doing whatever she was looking to do.

If his squirming managed to keep her occupied enough and failed in her move, he would attempt to grab Spectre’s lower half and fold her for a quick pin!

[Monsy]

Eyes...
She felt challenged when they looked at her that way.

The crowd rallying miffed her more. Two wrong cues in the span of three seconds. I'll show them.

Yes, a very particular lesson. And that's what she focused on when making her move. First, she'd get control. Then she'd take her time slowly devouring his senses in painful hold after painful hold. Until he finally gave her the correct look. As would the crowd.

I'll show them.

But her grapples were not fast enough to take him down immediately. She struggled with him, bit her lower lip, nearing a growl of frustration before he rolled. At first confused, then suddenly she was staring at the lights! The crowd cheered lightly. Spectre’s eyes went big.

Someway, somehow, she was being squished into the mat like a small blanket. Warm, folded laundry.

Her legs were in the air, spread and pushed up with Garnet in-between. She saw them, folded with the knees close to the ground, the limb outstretched. Her hamstrings and the back of her knees pinned squarely into his stronger arms. The boot soles pointed at the lights. Their hips brushed up, with Spectre’s skirt slipping high to unveil the leotard underneath. His leaner torso squashed against her softness and kept her snuggly trapped for the initial count. She can feel him up by her neck. Her breath was squished out. Arms flopped overhead.

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Her face went pink. She also glared.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

Then she groaned, closed her eyes and quivered from the attempt to move. She kicked out, going out towards the side and laying on her hip, giving him her back.

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Garnet honestly didn’t mean to make the pin a bit….suggestive. Honestly! It was just at the heat of the moment and he got too carried away in the pin of Spectre to realize how it looked. Of course it showed as the younger wrestler had a blush and eyes widened after the ref got to 1. He gulped and sent her a sorry look at two but internally winced at seeing her glare at 2.

However before the ref could get to 3, his opponent managed to kick out, freeing herself and moving Garnet a little off of her. Garnet sat back up, still a little flustered at what he had done, not really the type to do that. If Spectre wasn’t fast enough in the next few seconds, the younger man would shake out of his small flustered state and go back on the attack!

Moving to his side, Garnet would attempt to whip his leg back to hit her exposed back! If that made move a little, the Crimson reaper would swiftly try to grab her legs before she could move too far. Moving a bit back, he would attempt to sit on her back and push her legs forwards, putting her feet out so the soles of her feet would face Spectre. Afterwards, he would cross his arms while her feet would be stuck between his armpits, locking in a reverse Boston Crab!

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[Monsy]

There wasn’t anything left to debate when taking a boot to the back. Her body absorbed punishment whether she liked it or not. It made her arc back, pull her elbows in, scrunch her face and hiss out before the force resigned her to lay face-down. When she was grabbed, her mood didn’t fare much better.

Her legs were now the target. They were held underneath his pits. His weight now squished her belly into the mat. Her breath sighed out before a fresh one rushed in. Then the hold itself. A stretching. Her spine was a flexible sort, but not without flare-ups in the lower parts, which now bit and burned and caught her by surprise.

She bit her lip. Almost whined. Her feet started to near her head with each wrench. Worst of all, her belly was also being stretched taut. The latex made a stretchy noise of expanding rubber. She placed a hand down on the mat, clawed into it, then tried to push up. Inch forward.

“When I get my hands on you, I fucking swear.--”

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“Nnng! That’s if you can break out before you tap!” Garnet said, doing his absolute best to stretch out his opponent, pulling and keeping his opponent’s wiggling legs trapped. After making sure she was completely trapped in his reverse Boston Crab, he would slowly wrench forward, putting more pressure on her vulnerable back and legs!

“So how about you save us the trouble and just tap out already!” Garnet said, determined to make his opponent tap out! Seeing how well this was working for him, he would randomly wrench her feet towards her upper body, stretching out his opponent's poor back and stomach.

Eventually if she couldn’t reach the ropes or somehow escape the younger man's grasp, her feet would soon hover over her upper back! Stretching the smaller woman’s back enough to slowly make a C with her lower half being on top!

[Monsy]

Spectre’s body bent into a coil. More of her midriff was coming off the mat just from the added pressure piling on. A burn gripped the top of her thighs. She felt it inside her bones. When Garnet finished saying the word tap, on cue, the referee was also prepared for this. Spectre was stuck. Worse yet, none of her squirms were working.

“Spectre, do you submit?”
“...”

Her fingernails clawed, then she made one big attempt to move. “Hnnnnnnnngh!” To go nowhere, and being called on to tap again.

“Spectre, do you quit?”

It took a second. She needed to get her breath in order, fix her bugging eyes and unclench her teeth that made hissing spittle.

“No.” Her tone snapped.

Just her chest and up was grounded mostly. Her arms were folded up by her head. Her feet now cast a shadow that she started to see. It stretched her belly into a pinch. Pulled tighter than it had been, inflating and deflating as she puffed. Huff. Huff. Huff. Her spine’s discs squeezed together, making her back feel like it was dunked in acid. She made a long groan, face in the mat, with her boot soles almost becoming a hat, she shook her head against the mat. “I'll never.”

And when she tried to move again, she got absolutely nowhere. So she stayed.

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Garnet waited patiently to hear Spectre to finally tap out. He knew from personal experience about how bad this can feel so he knew his opponent had to tap out eventually! But surprisingly he heard no such words as she refused to tap out. “Come on! TAP OUT!” The crimson reaper cried out, as he leaned forward even more! Stretching out his opponent’s poor back some more and eventually had her boot feet hover over her head more.

Garnet kept on stretching his opponent, waiting for her to finally give up. But seeing her refusing to do it, made the male opponent grumble about annoying opponents. Finally after a few more seconds of stretching and pulling on the legs, Garnet finally released his hold.

Standing back up, Garnet would release a swift kick to her stomach, kicking her towards the ropes where the woman would roll towards them. Once there, the male wrestler would push his opponent against the bottom rope and tucked her arms over and under the bottom ropes.

Getting back to his feet, Garnet would rush right off to the opposite ropes! Bouncing off of them, Garnet took right off right back at Spectre in a matter of moments. Once within a few feet away, Garnet would slide and jump. A second later, his body slammed right into Spectre’s unprotected stomach!

Seated on ropes sliding crossbody

Ignoring a small pain after his body slammed into Spectre, Garnet would grab his opponent's legs and drag her away from the ropes. Afterwards, he would lay on top of his opponent, lifting one of her legs in the process and pinned his opponent.

[Monsy]

Spectre had two words for a sentence like that. “Fuck. You.”

And even though her voice was synthesized, the deep gutteral-ness still seeped into how she spoke, coming from a sense of inner frustration and pain, the awkward angle of her throat and head. It was all being bent out of whack. Her belly latex started to tear into seams, then bigger seams and form circles.

At long last, she was let go. Her stretched spine now eeked back together, making it feel stiff and on fire. Her nose curled. Then--

“G-GAH!--”

Her body felt electrified, jerked and tumbled along. Her eyes gaped, body immediately curled into her kicked tummy as she babbled out an incoherent groan. And from above, there was also no rest. “H-HuAAAaahh…” Her vision got black spots for a moment. Her toes curled up and her legs spasmed. Her body got warmed, spiking a sweat all over, but especially where he now laid across.

“H-Haff… H-Haff…”

A pant. Her leg was light, lithe and soft to hold. The referee dropped down, the crowd ecstatic!

“One!”
“Two!”

Then she kicked out, turning to her side facing away from him and holding her tummy tightly. The referee showed two fingers and the crowd had a small wave of jeers. How dare she!