Pavlov and Pixie Dust: Mina Takemi vs Shimmerlace (Apex Qualifier)

[SuckerPunch]

"Nnngh..." Mina was left groaning in the wake of having her face butt-bumped into the turnbuckle. Her opponent was quick, cunning, and full of energy. On top of that, she had a strange style about her. Her offense was far from what the veteran would have expected from someone out of wrestling school. With the sport as popular as it was, it attracted all sorts. Perhaps Mina was getting complacent in her old age... Expecting every leotard that stepped in the ring with her to have the same collar and elbow, headlock tactics. She'd not expect any vertical suplexes from her capricious opponent.

She stirred and placed one boot flat on the canvas. Two could play the cunning game. She could hear Shimmerlace's boots, though they weren't as loud as the fairy-obsessed wrestler's anxious energy. She tracked them. It was easy against the matted wooden surface. She listened as they got further away. As they syncopated as she hit the ropes. And as they drew nearer. She waited for the moment they syncopated again... And then she sprung into action!

She had played possum in an attempt to take advantage of her opponent's haste! It was a risk in its own right, as her plan relied on a guess... But she somehow had a feeling that the showy Shimmerlace wouldn't keep a grounded offense. And so when the absence of boot fall came, Mina twisted her body to the right and exploded upwards from the canvas! It was an attack, not in the traditional sense. But instead, a trap that would see the other woman's offense miss entirely as Mina slipped to the side and got back to her feet!

If it was successful it would enable two things. First, it would grant Mina the initiative! But secondly, and most importantly, it would see Shimmerlace crotching herself against the second turnbuckle! A mistake that would please the perverse fan-base as well as steal her eager attacker's breath!

[Malkavia]

Whoosh! Her boots sailed through thin air. Crack! Her hips slammed into the turnbuckle. Oooooh… The crowd cringed, delighted, their groan almost as percussive as the sound of Shimmer’s momentum slamming face-first into a wall.

There were words, maybe, buried somewhere in the confused and hurt sounds steaming up from Shimmer's chest, but they got lost. Too much wheezing and groaning, as her eyes bugged out her hand cupped her groin. Her knees went crooked, toes clenched, arm shook as she held onto the rope. Sweat broke out on her forehead as the first vibration of the hit sank in and the soft ache started to burn under her navel. It got big. It got intense.

Big breath. Instinct told her to get off the ropes and back in position, but her legs had gone wobbly and uncooperative. She pushed away from the ropes, and…rotated off her seat. Her shoulder hit the mat while a deep, moldering bruise furled from between her legs, down her thighs and up her core—all while a hot kernel of something pleasant, like the afterglow of a kiss, burned at her center. The shivering hot-and-cold sensation made her breath hitch as she gasped, lips tight, cheek to mat. Out-fuckin’-foxed.

Aight, fine then—score one for the cunning doctor. Shimmer’s brain jumped and puffed, struggling to catch up with where instinct had been pushing her. Ye olde body wasn’t a hundred percent online, so. Next move was to roll out of the ring. Buy some time. She made a lean in that direction, but whereas before it had been chug chug chug, haste and dart, the crotch-shot had her moving delayed and sluggish—prone and ripe for followup.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina winced in sympathy as Shimmerlace's enthusiastic momentum saw her colliding crotch-first with the turnbuckle. "Ara ara... How unpleasant for you." She lamented as sweat formed on her aggressor's forehead. Her breath had caught in her chest, just as Mina had predicted. And the initiative had turned over completely.

"I'll give it to you, young lady. You're quicker than I am. And quite a bit more agile." But look where that had gotten her... "But all of those fancy movements aren't much use to you once you've been-" Shimmerlace began to push off of the ropes to keep from being cornered. She no doubt expected to land shoulder-first on the canvas. So she would be surprised to find her momentum stopped as she landed in Dr. Takemi's strong, capable hands. "-Caught."

The Ring Therapist held her like a babe. One arm under the crook of her knees. The other supported her head and neck. "You were keen on attacking my back, weren't you?" She asked as she began to lift Shimmerlace high. Holding her above her own shoulders. "Turnabout is fair play then, no?" She asked before suddenly dropping onto a knee! She brought Shimmerlace down with her! Bringing her back down to Earth and smashing the small of the whimsical woman's back down across her knee with a visceral and vicious backbreaker!

[Malkavia]

The mat rose up—and stopped. Mina’s arms felt almost comfortable around Shimmerlace, which added to the dread. The feychild made noises protest, not quite words but grunts, like a chatty kitten. She squirmed, then flailed when the good Doctor lifted her to the zenith.

”Oi—!!”

The crash splintered whatever thought she’d been baking. At first she sputtered. Drool ran down the corner of her mouth while she mouthed a wordless something. Her arms searched for a handle, clenching and releasing on thin air while her shoulders flapped. Then—she sucked in air, clenched her eyes shut and started to howl.

”FUUUUUCKIN’ PISS PORKER OF A SHITE-GROWN HOG…AAAANGH—” She clutched her back—or did as best she could as Mina folded her over her thigh. There wasn’t an ounce of fakery to Shimmer’s screaming, and tears ran down both sides of her head. But she did lean. It was humiliating, being cradled like a wain. Screaming high roseate thunder helped soak the sting in pixie-dust until it became something she owned.

Her boots pounded the mat, her body flailing with the same spirit as the stream of profanity. Until, mid-tirade, ”SPIDER-GOBBLING COCK FARM—” she clenched, lifted her free leg, and snapped a kick at Mina’s head.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina's backbreaking assault went off without a hitch. Shimmerlace was still too dazed to mount a counter-attack and the result was the whimsical woman being bowed over the Motherweight's thigh, just as planned. What she hadn't anticipated was her opponent's caustic tongue!

Rather than simply screaming, Shimmerlace turned her pain into expletives. Swears poured out of her mouth like water out of a faucet. They were surprising in both volume and variance. She'd never heard such an eccentric combination of words. And it showed on the Ring Therapist's face. It took quite a lot to stagger the typically unflappable doctor, but even this was overkill. It left her blinking as she struggled to comprehend just what exactly Shimmerlace was saying.

This turn of events seemed as effective as any counterpunch. So much so that when Shimmerlace's boot fired upwards, Mina was completely unprepared! "Gk!" The toe of her boot planted itself flush into the side of her head and sent her toppling to the mat. As a consequence, it also would see Shimmerlace freed from the thigh that was arching her back. The stay in the 'hold' had been short... But it hadn't been without event.

[Malkavia]

”Blegh—”

Shimmerlace hit the mat, rolled onto her side, and twitched. Lucky thing that worked, and quickly; even that little space after the first CRACK against her trunk left her core splintered, tingling with aches that shot up her back like rockets.

The escape was not without cost, either. A simple distraction like that would work exactly once. Unpredictability only worked until it became predictable, and every card played is a hand shown.

Huff puff huff–The Feychild’s chest rose and fell in quick bursts. She focused her eyes on the ceiling overhead until the four spinning sets of stagelights settled into one, swallowed the tingling pain in her back and hips, and glanced at Mina.

Down.

Shimmer knew how long that would last. She rolled to get behind Mina. Quick quick—no time to think, had to be pure gut. Shimmer would try and grand a handful of hair, get herself to her feet, Mina to her knees, back up one, two quick paces, and then come in for a knee to the Motherweight's back.

[SuckerPunch]

"Nnn~" She moved a hand over to the side of her own head. The place where she'd gotten kicked felt warmer than the rest of her skin. And tender... *Definitely going to have a bruise there.* The thought was almost as annoying as the sharp throbbing that accompanied it.

*Now where did she get to?* She turned her head to find her opponent and found the ring spinning. She'd gotten her a bit better than she'd initially thought... She had been rocked by the undefended kick. And as a result, Shimmerlace was able to catch her from behind before she'd even recovered!

She felt her scalp burn as her hair was pulled... There she was. There was some comfort in knowing she'd located the capricious girl, even if she couldn't do anything about it at the moment. A jerk to her head pulled her up onto a knee and brought a gasping cry from her lips. The muscles in her legs tensed as she tried to stand up... As soon as she got to her feet she'd teach Shimmerlace a lesson she'd never forget!

But in the middle of her upwards push she felt something drive into her spine, spear-like! The cruel bone of Shimmerlace's knee caused the muscles in her back to spasm and the Motherweight to choke out a scream! "AGH!" Her legs turned to jelly and she fell forward onto the knee she'd just managed to push off of. Her hands moved to cover up her back instinctually, leaving her to fall tits first into the canvas! An eye for an eye, or a spine for a spine, it would seem!

[Malkavia]

A half-crazy sprite in Shimmer’s head didn't expect the strike to floor Mina. She imagined her knee bouncing off like it might a brick wall, with a bone on rock retort, crack! And off Shimmerlace would hop, clutching her funny bone.

But no such shit luck, yet, it seemed! There was a thud—admittedly a deeper, heavier thud than the Feychild was accustomed to, and Shimmerlace felt the impact up to her hip, but the result was nonetheless a Good Doctor belly-down in front of her. And now there was that same choice: what next?

The curve of Mina’s back proved too inviting to resist. The plan plopped quick and neat in Shimmer’s head: take a seat. Make yourself at home between a pair of shoulder blades. Then slip your legs, bare and pale, round her head. One knee wraps around the throat, the other slides over her shoulder—all figure-four. Lean up. Grab your ankle. Tug in the triangle choke until the spittle runs down the Motherweight’s jaw.

Such was the plan—such was her attempt.

[SuckerPunch]

The blow to her back had put the Motherweight belly down. The rogue-ish rookie would surely take advantage of the vulnerable veteran. So she had to stand up! Mina put her palms to the canvas and pushed... But the blow to her back had left the muscles along her spine contracting involuntarily! The battle against her own body caused a pained and surprised gasp to slip past her plump, painted lips!

And that moment of hesitation was more than enough for Shimmerlace to mount her! The woman's weight between her shoulder blades forced her to the canvas with another heavy *whump*! Both of their mass flattened her tits out beneath her causing her to cry out!

A moment later and Shimmerlace's legs had wrapped about her neck like an enchanted vine! One leg latched over the other, tying themselves into a knot around her throat. A noose. "HNK!" The sound of the Ring Therapist choking wasn't a pretty sound, but it was surely music to her challenger's ears!

One palm stayed pressed to the canvas. This, though straining, kept her body off the canvas. More importantly, it kept Shimmerlace's weight from guillotining down on the choke. It wouldn't stop it. But it would help keep it from reaching its terminal phase. With the other, she grasped at one of her captor's calves. Her fingers dug into the limb that secured the lock, pressing against it in an attempt to relieve any amount of pressure at all! Just the slightest gap would offer her a breath. And just the slightest breath could power those surprisingly capable muscles! It was a daunting back and forth. And with one hand out of the picture, Mina was relying on her knowledge of technique rather than power, to create a crack through which she might escape!

[Malkavia]

Between the kidnapped rabbits and tipped-over gibbets and slippery temple drops, it was easy to get wrapped up in the kind of drive that leaves a girl fraying at her edges. But then…you get her. Not completely, not yet—The ground is still unstable, shifts under your feet just enough to keep the sweat on the back of your neck cold and exciting—but you can hear her choke. Riding the submission, feeling her twist between your thighs, anticipating with every inch of you the next move is (dare you say it?) fun.

And sure enough, the next moves unfold: a palm to the mat, fingers around Shimmer’s calf. ”’Scuse you!—” The fairy’s smile cracked an inch wider. Her words come out through heavy breath. It's work keeping the hold locked in place, especially since their elevated position meant she couldn't rest fully against the ground. ”And just what do you think you're up to, hm?”

The counter seems intuitive enough—just squeeze tighter, right? You've got the leverage, and in a contest between arm heaving against leg, who's gonna bet on the arm? The fairy grit her teeth and pulled. ”HRK—!”

What Shimmerlace didn't realize was she didn’t have all the leverage, not as elevated as Mina had managed to keep her, and that most of her power came from her shoulder pulling the choke tight, not from her leg clenching. And, most important, she didn't realize the sheer power a wrestler like Mina could apply when breathing was on the line.

So Shimmerlace clenched, and she squeezed, and groaned and pulled until her nose tinted pink and sweat beaded on her forehead—and in spite of it all, she felt her leg begin to swing the wrong way, loosening at Mina’s throat.