Karla Reinhardt vs Yahagi Fujimoto

[LunarOcean]

"Hundchen? Is that a slur or something? That really better not be a slur. I don't speak snooty German lady."

She had to admit she did find Karla somewhat amusing. She had all that pompous self-importance she associated with cocky heavyweights too comfortable after a string of only moderately difficult victories. Karla had more than enough skill to back it up so when it was clear she wasn't in control, her barely contained disbelief was quite the show to hear and experience. She could almost feel it as she manoevered her out of an admittedly well locked in guillotine, already a hold uncommon in this kind of wrestling, but as the wringing pain on her neck and head could attest to one performed with utmost efficiency. She had a respect for the woman, but if Karla wanted to see it she'd have to beat her first.

Now it was Yahagi's turn to show her another fairly uncommon hold to make her squirm and sputter with. To Karla's credit, she didn't seem to panic. She thrashed and squirmed, trying to jerk away. A lesser woman's grip would have been broken but adrenaline sharpened Yahagi's senses and her urgency. Like a thread going through a needle and then the wool, her limbs slipped through with what almost looked like calm save for the pounding heart that directed them. Like a serpent coiled around its prey, Yahagi put on the pressure and Karla squirmed in abject agony.

"Who?" Yahagi, busy grinding her friction-inducing muscular thigh against Karla's admittedly quite impressive counterpart (god it felt as good as Karla was arrogant), genuinely not having an idea of what kind of bigshot Karla was supposed to be. "I know it's probably kind of hard for you to answer, but are you from like some big federation or something? Sorry I don't watch much pro-wrestling. Funny I know."

Tempting as it was to immedately go for something more... intimate, Yahagi rocked her back against the mat, trying to pull Karla away from the ropes. Also to give her maybe a few seconds to reply.

...

Alright, those few seconds were up (12 or so was a fair number she reckoned). Now for the fun part.

Yahagi turned on her side and clenched Karla's right leg with both biceps, keeping it bent at the knee and bundled. Her muscular thighs grinded aggressively and sensually over Karla's left where it was at the thickest, giving it a reassuring squeeze. With a wink to Karla, she leaned her waist back and thrusted forward, grinding and shoving her crotch into Karla's, pounding then rubbing nethers to nethers all the while 180-ing her well tortured legs.

[Monsy]

“IT MEANS PUPPY, HUNDCHEN!” Karla shouted.

Her voice was the soothing medicine for all this pain. A leg split was something foreign. The tear of her thigh and groin, the coil of her legs cinched together, the trappings of it were wholly new. She couldn’t escape by a maneuver by waist-down, nor did her size help her fight for the ropes, with Yahagi’s pull rolling back the hard-fought gains in seconds. It didn’t stop Karla from continuing the same thing, to claw her nails into stumps, the sweat on her fingertips wiped clean in every stroke and those knuckles turned red. “I-If you don’t know who I-I am then you’re a helpless gnat. A brainless bitch and worthless all the same. Now, l-let me go!”

She stopped with a laboured breath — like juggling rocks in her lungs, and she slumped onto one elbow on her side. Hair nettled down, curtained her voice, stuck across her cheek and the ends poked her teeth. 〝Guh… A-Ah!〞There was a yelp when the cores mashed together. An added tear in her thigh, yet a kiss of core-heat turned her pale, then scarlet in the face. She didn’t know whether to groan or whine, curse or thrash. So she’d move. Instinct made her push against the mat, joined by a second hand for one grand shove, panting yet hoping to sit up; her unmolested knee to act as a stopper for balance. The split gave her a wide base. And now, her weight now came down on Yahagi’s extended thigh that threaded the loop, pinned it, the ankle vulnerable to Reinhardt hands to wield, then folded their calf over Karla’s own. A calf slicer vs the leg split. She chewed her lip all the while as spasms started to choke her; she just wanted to turn the whole limb off…

[LunarOcean]

"Oh I'm not kinky I just like to call people puppy, totally not slightly pent up, I'm too good for even mild hentai, blah blah blah!" Yahagi could barely resist and subsequently indulged in the temptation of yelling back at Karla. It was annoying because she seemed such a snob which was not uncommon, but she was so hot too. She was kind of grateful she wasn't *as* horny as her; Yahagi probably would've been mewling her name if she'd humped her back a few times at this point.

Why did she make sounding angry also sounding so... arousing? The way she writhed in Yahagi's cruel, complicated submissions while whining and bitching, it was almost music to her ears. Truthfully that was a large part of why the split turned to a trib. She wanted to see what other noises Karla might make, if maybe she'd show a cute side to herself. The feeling wasn't quite as good as antcipated (curse Karla for not wearing less) but she couldn't help but feel very smug about it.

Unfortunately, she'd pushed Karla to the limits. In a frighteningly fast turn of fortunes, Karla's body rose from the throes of its likely arousal-assaulted state. Yahagi's legs swung about to counteract but Karla was a step ahead and Yahagi found her own leg pinned, then raised, then placed in a rather viciously named and equally painful hold. It was her turn to cry out but this time, it was only pain.

"Nnnnggghhhh, seems you know a thing or two about leg locks yourself huh?" Yahagi replied through gritting teeth, attempting to kick at her sides with her own free leg. "Got me good there, I'll give you that!"

[Monsy]

Could she tear her eardrums out? This woman really chewed on her nerves like a dog did a bone. Karla grit her teeth with it. All this trib action that brushed clothed groin against its partner. Yet nothing she couldn’t deal with, at least for those moments. More reckless than anything, giving Karla the time to regroup, then amount that reversal, which came in one swift stroke. Almost flipping them over, then folding their limb and grinding their calf across this blade of a shin bone. “Hundchen, be silent.”

She gave the hold a good crank back. The kicks at her side met a grunt, so Karla took her free hand and enveloped their ankle, pinning them against the pound of flesh they struck. Then they talked again, “I SAID BE SILENT!” To which, Karla gave the slicer another crank, holding it with clenched teeth and putting her upper-bodyweight onto the arm that folded their leg. “You infuriate me already, you know that? Why don’t you stick to grinding on pillows. You’ll get more of a reaction from them than me.”

[LunarOcean]

"You going to stop with the dollar store dominatrix thing?" She growled, bending her head forward and indulging in the piercing, burning agony in her legs. A part of her tensed with excitement; the promise of a match that would push her physically, even if she desired the something more intimate than mere aggression. To her displeasure, her free leg had been caught now reduced to the same struggle as her other limb. Yet even with two of her deadliest weapons out of the question, Yahagi was no less formidable or vigorous an opponent.

Her leg was seized and trapped but the tensing muscles along it would not take this laying down, figuratively or literally. Like a beast thrashing against the snaring traps of a hunter, her free leg jerked and shifted, trying to raise up her knee and push against Karla's grip. Her upper body tensed as she pushed against the ground, jerking left and right almost threatening to roll them both over. If that worked, it would be Karla on her back and Yahagi on her stomach. If successful, she'd stand up and try to wrench her way out of the hold...

But not before attempting a rather cruel retaliation on Karla. As she hopefully rose to her feet, she would attempt to use her growing balance and leverage, taking advantage of it to deliver a harsh kick to the side of Karla's head to stun her. Her own leg would feel both numb and inflamed, causing her to stagger afterwards. As much as she wanted to... indulge in Karla again, she needed a few moments to recover.

[Monsy]

Leverage remained Karla’s steadfast ally, a simple grip compounded by the new undermentioned strength in her arms. She’d hold the high ground and not surrender. Perhaps that’s all she needed to win. Then her back kissed the canvas, with one turn from below; Karla’s occupied legs couldn’t fan out to stuff the momentum, so she leaned, yet still found herself down, shoulders propped up, yet the death grip remained immortalized. She’d become their chain and ball when they stood, looking up, then sticking her tongue out, only to receive a vile receipt.

One thrust of the leg and a yelp later, Karla’s frame became sacks of grain. An eye flinched shut on impact, her head whipped in its momentum, and she spat out, with her body following suit and turning over onto her belly. Her left arm was pinned across her stomach, and the right stretched out shoulder height. And her legs stuck together whilst her face winced from the blow, conscious enough to blink, yet drowned sufficiently that she started to drool onto the canvas, groaning. The world span all around her; the flash of cameras embellished into blinding stars, and the crowd; white noise.

[LunarOcean]

"Real talk, you know how to do a mean submission..."

Yahagi's shoulders popped and her head rolled. Muscles that felt torn and bent stretched out across her legs as her arms tossed back and jaws clenched. She was getting worked up; more than she anticipated. It wasn't just the thrill of the fight but the unreceptiveness of her opponent. When arousal was mutual, there was an outlet. When it wasn't... one could still be rather frustrated. It made her want more, as futile as it sounded, whether it was pleasure or aggression. Perhaps it was her pride but after that last submission, she felt she'd been shown up.

Yahagi's whole body ached not just with pain but a desire to get back and the perfect move manifested in her mind's eye for that. Pulling her towards herself, she'd seat herself on her waist before raising one of her legs, knotting her own around them into a painful, leg-bending hold:

Spoiler

[Monsy]

She was a camera without focus. Everything span and parts of her conscious felt out of body, almost floating with how weightless she felt. Her hand twitched on instinct, curled up and nursed the kicked spot. It felt sore; no matter how much silk-velvet tresses rested on top like a bandaid, she’d need alcohol to live this away. This kept her lumbering to even sit-up, and her opponent might as well have been non-existent until they made themselves very known. She was rag-dolled by her leg, and her shoulders kissed the canvas, “Huh?!” Her eyes grew wide, and her cheeks first were white, then bloomed red when she saw them so close. “You’re not.. AAH!” Karla’s meaty thigh folded up, and the hamstring screeched in defiance. Both eyes welded shut, and the fulcrum of Yahagi’s knotting leg was agonizing her down to the very bone, every muscle and joint from her hips to the knee. She grabbed handfuls of her hair and arched her back on the mat to scream, then threw up one shoulder to reach for the ropes. “Get. OFF ME! GET OFF! GET. OFF! I command it!” Her head shook. And she’d reach for Yahagi’s grip, but that just hurt her more. Her moment of ire locked in those glowering eyes broke again, right as she tried to stare into Yahagi’s own eyes. She laid back on the canvas, hands back in her hair, rolling shoulder-to-shoulder as she released a second, much louder scream. Her limb and pride was being set alight.

[LunarOcean]

"Pretty please then. Maybe a kiss if you mean it."

Yahagi's arm wrenched Karla's foot, her legs rubbing against Karla's, her breasts lewdly smushing the length of her leg and rubbing vertically. She could struggle but only struggle; a helpless gesture towards the octopus-like hold that knotted her up save for a free arm that seemed to be useful for little more than hiding her sight from the humiliation she was going through.

For Yahagi it was somewhat a matter of pride. While she prided herself on her ability to make another woman's body submit to her own (not just physically), she also saw herself as a technician of sorts, maybe even an artisan in the field of leg locks. Her limbs still burned from the pain and the embarrassment alike of being so shown up. Karla's arrogance was tedious and it was annoying. Combined with that humiliating hold, Yahagi felt more than a little justified in cranking Karla's limbs in ways they really should not have been cranked.

The pain continued and Yahagi's smug expression remained. Just a little longer.

Long enough soon came to pass. Yet Yahagi wasn't about to free her from her world of agony just yet.

Keeping her opponent's leg seized and pressed against her shoulder, Yahagi leaned forward passing Karla's left wrist into the grip of Yahagi's left hand, forcing Karla's legs to be spread apart vertically near 180 degrees. Yahagi's left foot and ankle pressed down harder into back of her opponent's, forcing that leg to stretch out further. Yahagi's right arm would move between Karla's upwards-stretched leg and her head, wrapping against the back of her neck. The move had transitioned into a mixture of a frontal leg split with a frontal nelson neck crank.

Even better (or worse), it gave Yahagi all the intimacy she wanted with her sizeable, perked up tits rubbing and pressint hard into Karla's, her lips given free reign over her opponent's cheek and ears. Just to rub it in, she very much obliged.

[Monsy]

“No.”

It could’ve been her last dying breath to use that very word.
If it was them, it would be enough to die happy. This woman made her see red, how they brushed up and ground on her like some toy. Her hamstrings had their own fits. Fibres by fibres, feeling like they’re being ripped and tossed inside the fire, the nerves inside each still very much active. She almost learned to live with it. It’s just pain. Losing is what doesn’t go away. To have victory stolen from underneath your throne is an insult. So she’d bite her defiance, and not release, not give them ground unless pried.

Then her leg went further. She released this girlish squeal as her hips began to hover over the canvas. That limb shivered and entered a state of constant spasm. Her back arched and she clawed at the canvas, grabbing handfuls as though she there malleable silver sheets. She just couldn’t catch her breath. Her prior conviction was turned on their head, now faced with this… “L-Let go….”

The neck crank was another thing. Fire inside her neck. It rendered stiff like an eighty-year-old woman. Fragile and easily hurt. Her face having turned red in simple response to pain and humiliation, the voice cusped in this whimper as her body was trembling from all of it. Even if she remained defiant, her body was reactive. But to what was their rubbing and exploration of Karla’s face, she’d just… allow it, no matter the repulsion. Not to do or say, unless she wanted to squeal in their face, neither was the strength to curse them there. Just to take it, and let hatred boil.