Eve Summers Vs Arlise Christiaens - POW Match

[thesteedman]

Eve was content to let her captive remain within her vice like prison, letting her long and stunning legs slowly tense up and enclose tighter like the spiralling of a constrictors coil around its prey. Part of her regretted wearing her trademark bottoms as they coated much of her legs, Eve found herself quite longing to get more of a feel of her flesh against Arlise's, much like when the two had their interesting 'spar' within Lise's apartment some nights ago. Still, if she was able to defeat her tonight she would get her wish, Eve would be certain to wear as little as possible and pick up where she left off, looking to reduce Arlise to the same manner of attire... or lack thereof.

It was quite a sight to see Arlise trapped between Eve's thighs, grasping at her legs and reaching for her bare midriff as she began to writhe and struggle within the deadly grasp. Eve grunted in a low yet alluring manner, tightening her legs. The thin material of her bottoms revealed the strength of her legs as they tensed. Eve pulled a little harder on her instep, pulling one leg down and allowing the other to tighten. Part of her wish she had such a grip on Arlise's body, only so she could be face to face with the Belgian beauty and listen to her moan up close. Still, she could not deny the grip she had now upon her was intoxicating. No doubt Alrise had a perfect view of Eve from where she lay...

Arlise's hands reached for her tensed and pulsating abs upon her exposed midriff, before clawing down in some attempt to find some form of release mechanism that simply did not exist. As such she simply clawed along her waist line fruitlessly, causing Eve's already beautiful and present smile to simply grow. She could see the pleading look within Lise's alluring grey eyes, begging for release from the oppressing hold that had tightened around her neck and restricted her air flow. There was an easy way out of it, an option that would guarantee release... Lise knew what it was, yet she did not choose such an option despite her predicament.

Despite the look of desperation upon her attractive features, there was a hidden defiance within Arlise, as her hands for all their searching and clawing around Eve's midriff did not create any motions or signs of tapping out. It seemed she would not accept defeat so easily.
"You could end this now if you want? Just a little tap and we can go back to my place... Though I can't promise I won't put you back into this hold again, but at least you'll get a break on the way. Catch your breath just a little... before I take it away again." Eve teased, whispering so that only Arlise could hear. Not wanting to end the match so early by choking Lise to unconsciousness, she loosened her thighs ever so slightly, just enough to allow Arlise some precious air to keep her from passing out. Eve was already aware from so much pressure, such a scissor hold no doubt must have drained significant energy from the fellow professional wrestler.

What room Eve had gifted her new found friend wasn't much space to breathe, given Eve didn't want her to slip out or escape, but she looked to allow Arlise just a little room within her air passage so she might be able to respond, even if it did take some precious air to do so. Eve bit on her lower lip, adjusting her grip, so that escape was not easy. Given the leverage of the two women, Arlise could potentially try to powerbomb her way out of the move... but any attempt at escape would prompt Eve to retighten her hold tenfold and really pour on the pressure upon her foe. As such she remained ready... but again... was more than content to remain where she was as she allowed Arlise some precious breathing room whilst holding her in a figure four headscissor.

[Winter]

An anxiety crept into the Belgian that threatened to make her panic as much as the pressure on her head. Thinking came with plenty of difficulty, but she could not remember the last time anyone had ensnared her so completely so early in a match. Surely, Lise looked like a fool flailing around on the mat, trapped between Eve's beautiful legs and nothing like the Titania she hoped to become again after her first weeks in LAW resulted in so many struggles. Her hands pawed around further and further, even going so far as yanking Eve's waistband and revealing more of her captor's hips, but no inch of the entertainer's strong legs loosened. A breath Lise tried to take came in raspy, and her eyes got to that cursed point of watering.

Of course, Lise understood better now why she ended up in these precarious positions - she lost the battle when opponents tried to enrapture her. That she and Eve had hit it off so well - and that she found Eve so attractive - helped to worm distractions into her mind already despite her best efforts to ignore her instincts. Worse, Eve looked to Titania like the most irresistibly dominant goddess from this position as she stared past her fit abs toward the British beauty's chest and smiling, taunting face. She did not have to fully hear what Eve said to her - she picked up enough of it, with Eve saying she would trap her like this again when she won and take her breath away again. Lise's body grew warmer, warmer, warmer, until it felt as hot as her cheeks and neck tucked between Eve's thighs. Why did she have to make it sound so good while Lise was suffering and should want nothing more than to get out!?

No, she had to get out!

Calling upon every ounce of defiance and focus in her, the redhead fought against that part of herself that might have liked seeing her in such a way and led her to the same old mistakes. At the same time, she felt the pressure lessen ever... ever so slightly, giving her the first free breath in what felt like minutes.

Arlise probably did not utilize the first couple of seconds of small relief as well as she should. Her face sank against Eve's crotch for a second of rest and relief, and her gray eyes looked into Eve's with a fiery defiance. "Don'tyouteaseme," she breathed out, so quickly it all sounded like one long word, but she got her point across. If Eve dragged this hold out longer and longer, whatever happened with the match in the end, Arlise would have to punish her for it whether the redhead was the prisoner tonight or not.

But she could not lose. Her new resolve would find no footing if she did. She liked Eve a great deal, but her beautiful new friend had to be the one to lose this match.

Eve kept the hold looser, and with Arlise not feeling like she would despair from the threat of passing out - not that she had much more air available - she could think and plan. Not too long... she didn't know how much time Eve would give her. The ropes could not happen like she planned, so all the Belgian had left was power. She and Eve may have been the same weight class, but... Lise was the thicker, more powerful of the two of them. Anything she could do to escape with her power would be fairly obvious, however, and so she had to try and hide her ideas. Well... idea. She did not have much she could do, face-down in Eve's legs.

Lise pretended to start stretching her leg towards the ropes again, even though there was slim chance of her reaching from this angle, and she threw her weight that way to encourage Eve to try and stop her from making it far enough to touch them.

Then the Belgian wrenched back the other way with all her might, trying to roll the two of them, before she dug her fingers into Eve's waistband again. If she managed, she would try to sit up on her butt long enough to throw Eve off-balance and plant her into the mat in a seated, mini-powerbomb, leaving Eve on her back between Lise's sprawled legs!

[thesteedman]

Eve could not help but giggle when Arlise managed to yelp out her demand in quick succession not to tease her despite her predicament. It was no doubt a risk speaking for the Belgian beauty at this point, as air was becoming increasingly precious to her whilst caught within the tantalising figure four head scissor hold. Eve bit on her lower lip, not being able to deny that Arlise was completely captivating even in this predicament. With her face so up close to her crotch, how could Eve not help but blush ever so slightly, enjoying the squirms, struggles and lamentation of her beautiful captive.

She bit on her lower lip in a soft manner, caring not as Arlise pawed and clawed at her hips, incidentally pulling down her pants just a little further down her hips. It exposed more of Eve’s to die for midriff, her bare stomach already tensing up as she applied pressure to her deadly scissor hold. She could not help but let a soft moan slip from her lips, certainly finding some excitement in dominating Arlise. It was a rare thing for her to be on top in a match in such a manner, often relying on speed and hit and run tactics, but all at once Eve could see why so many of the roster enjoyed submission style wrestling if this was what they had to work with. Eve was all too aware that she could do this all day if she wanted to.

“I can’t help it beautiful… you’re just so easy to tease.” Eve sang out in a seductive manner, before letting her legs tighten just a little more. Whilst it would be disappointing to end things so soon, Eve would certainly take the win. She was in need of one after an increasingly bad run… and given the stipulation, she could always just pick up where she left off after all was said and done, and hopefully have Arlise in a captivating and more revealing attire to boot. She watched as Arlise began to head for the ropes, glad that she was attempting such a thing as they were too far to be of any use. The Belgian angel was merely wasting energy now, making her all the easier to keep contained and squeezed… … … that was until she wasn’t!

All at once, Arlise began to initiate her real plan, using a risky surge of strength to shift herself into a better position and angle of leverage! Eve gasped out in alarm, realising she had been played, becoming too over confident and thinking she had this match in the bag so early. Arlise was not to be underestimated, and she was showing why right now! It was a risky move as mentioned, as if it went wrong it would be a lot of spent energy for Arlise, making it all the more certain that Eve would be able to keep her trapped… but Arlise’s determination paid off, at least somewhat! Given her position and lack of air, when she hoisted Eve upwards, it was not nearly enough height to be of dangerous momentum when she landed her mini bomb of sorts!

That said, the back of Eve’s head still took the brunt of it, making her groan out in pain as her scissor hold was finally released from the shock of the impact! Eve was hardly stunned however as she lay on her back with Arlise before her, and though she lost her headscissor hold upon the alluring beauty, her legs were still in prime position to lock in another scissor hold. With a grunt, Eve looked to throw her legs back around Arlise, this time going for a bodyscissor attempt, looking to try and trap the Belgian’s arms at her sides and get a dangerous and constricting grip around her stunning midriff!

If all went well, Eve’s ankles would slap together before she would straighten her legs and go for a long and big squeeze! Her intent was to try and keep the momentum of the match in her favour! Though it was bad losing the headscissor hold, Eve felt she could still control Arlise. She had already proven her legs were strong, and now she looked to continue her squeezing tactics against Arlise’ body to try and draw the breath from her once more!
“Nicely done Arlise…. But you haven’t escaped my wrath just yet.” Eve sang out with a smile, enjoying the feel of Arlise’s body between her powerful thighs!

[Winter]

Eve had it right - Arlise fell to teasing so easily. Her body would have told her the truth even if her mind didn't, and her mind likely would not have in the short months before this match and before a great deal of self-realization. She would have already lost to Eve, stuck in this conundrum. Then again, she may still lose to Eve in this conundrum, if her plan landed flat. But Eve would have played with her psyche like putty beforehand, and while Lise would maybe never shake her immense attraction to this long-legged British beauty (and did not particularly want to), she had to keep her mind on the winning.

Besides, she could have plenty of fun with Eve after she won.

With all the power in her curvy frame, Lise held onto her hope to escape and win. She did not have an easy time of rolling, but with the redhead a little stockier, she had enough leverage to spin them until she lay beneath Eve with the Brit off-balance over the top of her. Now came the real challenge of strength... Lise licked her lips in concentration and strained her arms and entire core, with flat dimpled abs and powerful biceps and triceps revealing themselves, so she could, without the use of her legs, sit up with Eve's weight bearing down upon her and slam the beauty down to the mat between her legs.

Lise groaned as she did it, still winded from the lack of oxygen and blood to her head, but she felt the pressure and weight release as Eve crashed against the canvas. And Titania took a long-needed, relaxed breath, red hair spilling all over her frame. Unknown to her, she looked quite the warrioress with her figure glistening, skin reddened, and chest heaving.

But her time of triumph would not last long, and as Lise sucked in breaths and tried to stay upright, she freed Eve to act as she wished. And how she wished was wrapping Arlise between her thighs again, but Lise did not notice until both her arms became crushed against her own side. Coming back to reality from her bout of recovery, the redheaded beauty gasped and stared down to see Eve snagging her again, and Eve met her attempt to wriggle free with a perfectly timed crossing of her ankles and straightening of her legs.

Then Lise wailed again in agony as her arms and ribs came under Eve's crushing influence all in one effort by the British DJ.

"Aaaangh!", she wailed, almost glad to have her head free so she could express the pain she felt.

She kicked her feet, but after a couple of seconds of writhing did not help (as she expected), she tried to grit her teeth and focus to summon all the power in her arms to break them free from Eve's grip. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhh!", the Belgian cried, giving voice to all of her exertion, but while she might have bent Eve's knee the slightest amount... no pair of arms could beat a pair of legs.

For a second Titania sank, defeated, within the swallowing bodyscissor. Exhaustion already started to set in for her, only minutes into the match. But could Titania afford to get exhausted? That did not seem part of her repertoire, if Lise wished to regain her old reputation.

Under the guise of staring down in agony, Lise peeked to look at Eve, to figure out what she could do to retaliate. Eve did have herself stretched out - and Lise's long legs? Those remained free.

Oh, this would be a strain if she failed...

With another cry of pain and effort, Lise threw her hips forward and lashed out with both legs, trying to catch Eve's neck and jawline between her calves... or failing that, her feet.