Finding a groove! Alizeh vs Zetta

[Bare]

Alizeh continued to groan and whine in pain from the painful hold as she struggled to maintain her composure. Before she could put a plan she had concocted into action Alizeh’s eyes widened a bit as she felt Zetta’s hand wander over and squeeze her stomach. “Ahhh.” She couldn’t help but release as this happened, unable to contain it. That wasn’t even taking into account Zetta’s hand wandering even lower to her thigh making the green haired woman suck in air through her teeth from the shock of pleasure from this. “Hnggg.” She continued to moan from this before squinting her eyes. “As much as i like this... I need to cut this short.” She said between shocks of pleasure before she suddenly shifted herself back and pulling her head under Zetta’s leg to free her throat while rolling herself backwards into a kneeling position while twisting the pheonix’s leg into a ankle lock hold.

[SubtleRoar]

*It seemed as though both women were mutually involved in this little interaction, neither one of them making an active effort to refute their sexual urges until Ali decided that she needed to regain her composure. Still transfixed on causing Alizeth as much awkward pleasure as she possibly could, Zetta was caught completely off guard by her dexterous maneuvering, so much so that she couldn't conjure up a reliable defense when her body was forcibly rolled onto its front by Ali's agile acrobatics!* "Hhhnh!" *She winced from the crippling pain shooting up through her isolated limb, unable to fully concentrate on what she she do next given how agonizing the submission hold was!*

Spoiler

"Nnnhh.." *Struggling to formulate a viable strategy for what felt like an eternity, the Phoenix Queen finally concocted a pragmatic strategy; first, she would begin to crawl towards the closest rope available to her, making it appear as though she was desperate for relief. Then, the instant Ali began loosening her grip, she would roll her self sideways and clock her across the skull with a retaliatory strike. That was, however, if she was ignorant enough to fall for such trickery.*

[Bare]

Alizeh smiled as she held the hold on the pheonix queen loving the sound of Zetta’s pain as she cranked on her opponet’s ankle. Seeing her opponet start to crawl towards the ropes though Alizeh would quickly made her way to her feet, loosening the hold a bit as she shifted positions. Unfortunately though this is precisely what her opponet wanted as without warning Zetta’s leg struck her in the head dropping Alizeh down to the mat groaning in pain while holding onto the Pheonix’s foot still out of instinct.

[SubtleRoar]

*With her brilliant prediction abilities proving themselves as reliable as ever, Alizeh managed to follow what Zetta had outlined almost to the letter, allowing the preemptive easterner to swing her opposite foot around and strike her cranium with an impromptu enziguri!* "Hmph!" *The petite firebird huffed aloud, feeling rather vindicated as her naked foot slammed against Ali's unprotected dome, which sent her tumbling to the ground in a broken mess!*

Spoiler

*Catching herself with the palms of her hands just before her chest ricocheted off the canvas, Zetta immediately straightened herself out and subsequently glared towards her foe. She had developed more than just a modicum of respect for her by now; Alizeh had proven to be not just a standout wrestler, but perhaps even someone Zetta could develop a bond with. However, she wouldn't tarry on such thoughts in the midst of a battle, opting to instead assert herself in quite the unique fashion.*

*Hastily ambling towards the downed combatant, Zetta threw herself overtop of Alizeh, sitting astride her slender frame while pinning her hands against the ring with her bare feet. This, inadvertently or otherwise, would allow for her womanly cavern to become incredibly close in proximity to Alizeth's maw, something Zetta hoped would distract her while the moderator began his count!*

Spoiler

[Bare]

Alizeh groaned from the pain spreading through her head from the kick as she layed on the mat. Unfortunately this left her completely unprotected as Zetta sat down on her chest, the shorter woman’s groin being pressed into her face while her hands were held down by the martial artists feet pressed against her hands. Blushing fiercely from the proximity of her face to her opponets groin Alizeh released a small groan as heat began developing in her stomach from the pin making her stunned from the pin.

Meanwhile the ref dropped down to the mat slapping the mat. “1!” They counted.

[SubtleRoar]

*Disregarding any and every notion of subtly, Zetta began fervently gyrating her minuscule frame across Alizeth's facial region, trying desperately to straddle the line between wrestling and canoodling as the presiding moderator continued his count!* "TWO!" *He shouted, sending a jolt of shock through Zetta's body. Could she potentially seize victory through such lascivious tactics? If so, she would certainly need to incorporate more of these lewd strategies in her arsenal of moves! For now however, she firmly sat atop her foe with a faint yet noticeable smile stretching across her mouth, feeling as if victory had been all but guaranteed!*

[Bare]

Alizeh groaned and moaned from the gyration of Zetta’s hips against her face. ‘Why is she so ohhhh!’ Alizeh thought to herself before a paticularly rough twist of the pheonix queen’s hips against her face. However upon hearing the ref count to two Alizeh’s eyes snapped open as she knew she had to do something to get out of this. Thus she would throw her legs up as high as they could go curling them around Zetta’s head before lowering them down and propping herself up on her hands to reverse the pin into a tight headscissors.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the all too familiar sensation of supreme victory began engulfing Zetta in its sweet embrace, she had inexplicably taken her eyes off the prize. Within this momentary lapse in judgement, Alizeh seized the opportunity by elevating her legs and ensnaring the golden goddess within a strangulating leg lock!* "GGRRHH!" *Unable to wriggle her way free from such a merciless hold, Zetta felt her body roll sideways and eventually topple against the canvas, her body beginning to tense up from the lack of oxygen!*

Spoiler

"This is awesome! This is awesome!" *Was the audience's reaction, unable to show any immediate favoritism towards one wrestler in particular, and instead deciding to express their gratitude to the entertaining match. The technical buffet that they had witnessed was something that only two veterans of the art could execute, and yet it seemed as if Alizeh was in her element all the same!*

[Bare]

Panting slightly to rejuvenate herself following the pin that literally stole her breath away. But now the greenette was in control again. In addition to that the crowd’s cheers were further psyching her up and filling her to the brim with energy as she squeezed Zetta head between her toned thighs. Smirking a but lewdly Alizeh reached down taking handfulls of Zetta’s head and wiggling her head forward till it was pressed against her groin. “Time for payback baby ~” she purred flirtily really feeling a spark between her and the pehonix and wanted to capitalize on it. That and to get payback for the previous pin. Bucking and gyrating her hips Alizeh shamelessly began to grind her groin against Zetta’s face.

[SubtleRoar]

*Clearly dazed from the spontaneous shift in power, Zetta couldn't possibly predict what would transpire next, until it was too little too late~* "Hhnnh!?...mmmh~" *What initially started out as a grunt of sheer confusion quickly escalated into a plaintive moan of unfettered pleasure, as she intentionally buried her nose against Alizeh's cavernous area. It seemed as though she quietly desired to grow closer to this energetic rookie, and what the body yearns for, the heart shall follow suit. However, after a fleeting moment of bliss, the Phoenix Queen was struck by an epiphany: She was still in a match, and losing in such a degrading way would certainly hamper her chances at getting a title shot!*

"Hm..mmmh.." *Torn between succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure of having Alizeh conquer her in a desirable fashion and remaining competitive in this skirmish, Zetta decided upon what would be more fruitful to her wrestling career. With a swift motion, she arced her right leg vertically and attempted to smack Alizeh in the back of the head with a fierce soccer punt!*