Madeline Christiansen vs. Amandine Mayeaux - Bolide Impact

[Lightman]

"Unfortunately, the fault doesn't rest on me, madam."

Her arm was quick enough to flex, letting her own power comes to bear as Madeline wasted no time crushing that neck. With a hand locked between the inner elbow and her feet hooking the inner thighs of Amandine, the Brit was secure to ride out the inevitable struggles of the Frenchwoman. Dominant a position Madeline has, it still took an effort to sustain it as Amandine rolled this way and that. Madeline may have lamented not getting the chance to play around with that armbar even more, but with how simple it was to manipulate that hulking body to an even more significant advantage...she can easily let that slide. Tussling with Amandine did influence that thinking a tad.

Instinctively, Amandine's hands went to grip that compressing limb, though that should have been done before Madeline got her hooks in. The very first lesson in BJJ, when she was shown this hold was that the effectiveness doesn't mostly come down to the power of the arm. Necks, no matter how much you train them, can easily buckle under a certain amount of pressure. It's all down to how you use the body.

As Madeline's breasts mashed up behind Amandine's back, her chest expanded with normal breaths. A fun little bit of psychological warfare, Amandine could hear Madeline's breathing in her ear as her own capacity grew shorter and shorter. Especially since Madeline's large chest was leading the way, pressing like mushrooms against the Fireball's back.

Which would surely provide the photographers with ample subjects to work with.

"An extraordinary embodiment of strength, beauty, and dedication, a crafted physique exuding elegance, power, and confidence. Strength and femininity in harmonious fusion..." One of her feet unhooked a thigh, as a toe would trace along the contours of those abs, tracing lines as it expands and flexed. "By all accounts, you should be steamrolling me into a pancake. And yet...you can't even stop me from taking your back. Why do you think that is?"

Once the magenta-lacquered toes finished their tour, it journeyed further south, inching closer and closer until it found that crotch, the big toe greeting it with a gentle rub. "Perhaps this may not be fun for you. But as the saying goes, the pleasure is mine~...And it can be yours too if you embrace it with open arms~."

[NoChill27]

The French woman's breathing became hitched, constricted.Well, That's only natural when you're literally getting choked. The British woman despite being a newcomer, was clearly experienced in submission holds. Madeline's arm flexing, adding more pressure to the hold.

Muscular thighs wrapped themselves around her body, feeling those powerful limbs made her body shudder. But surprisingly, Madeline didn't intend to crush her abdomen with them. In fact, she began feeling her body. Her toe glided down her body, slowly dragging herself against the hard surface of her body, even rubbing her own crotch

The sensation would have made her shiver if it wasn't for the arm choking her. But if Madeline thought this would be enough to stop her, then she's sorely mistaken. Gathering all of her strength on her feet, she would began pushing both of them towards the nearest ring post. Once there, she would try to sway her body enough, to slam Madeline's head towards it. Hopefully, once dazed, she would pry open the offending arm off her throat. Even if Madeline was well trained, there is still a difference between a mid and heavyweight. So once she escaped, Amandine would launched a kick towards her the left side of her body.

[Lightman]

Just a few millimeters more. That was all it took. A little flex, a slight press more, and the Frenchwoman would be lights out. It certainly doesn't help with all the struggling, but Madeline got her hooks in. Even someone as big as the Fireball can go under the moment oxygen isn't fed to the brain. Madeline felt her own body pressing against Amandine's back, her breasts mushrooming against the Fireball's strong back. The crowd was cheering now. They were getting all of the sex and violence that they paid all that money for, and Madeline was soaking it all in, bit by bit. If there was anywhere in the world where she was meant to be, it was here. Or, well, maybe England.

Her foot kept moving in the same sensual manner that it did earlier, exploring the folds, big toe rubbing along the hood of the clit, making Amandine shudder without the need to part the bottoms to the side. Madeline was much used to all things hentai and the body offers many tools to succumb a foe into the depths of depravity. The foot was simply another tool in that regard and judging the way Amandine reacted, it was working. "Awww, you don't want to stay down here, darling? Aren't you having fun?" Madeline thrust her pelvis forward a little bit, just to keep the motion flowing. She did a little fake moan too, if only to keep up with the teasing. The crowd, for their part, was cheering Madeline on even more. The movements had been subtle ones, that must have been lost on a vast majority of the crowd, the one to maintain the hold that was. But they knew what was going on, and the Englishwoman was giving them everything that they wanted. She scanned for cameras too, making sure that all eyes were on her. "You know, it's more fun if you just go with it. Come on then, let's hear you moan~. Just once~.

As it turns out, Madeline wasn't going to get a moan, but a definite reply came from Amandine as she managed to get up on her own two feet, with Madeline still on her back. And the heavyweight would manage to escape the only way any would, not in terms of technical skill but brute force. The brunette Brit would find herself squashed into the corner, feeling all of that musclebound body squish her like a pancake. Madeline's grip would be removed and all Madeline can do is curse the fact she couldn't make the most out of the advantage she had before. "Huurgh!" Compounding this feeling was the leg, no, pillar damn near, striking right at her side, forcing her to clutch her side with one hand, while the other gripped the top rope to keep her up.

[NoChill27]

Amandine felt a surge of adrenaline as she managed to break free from Madeline's hold. The crowd's cheers only fueled her determination to turn the tables on her opponent. Pushing herself up to her feet, she could still feel the lingering effects of Madeline's sensual techniques, but she brushed them off, focusing on the task at hand.

The Frenchwoman towered over Madeline, her muscular physique radiating power. She could sense the frustration in her opponent as she pressed her into the corner, pinning her against the turnbuckles. Amandine relished in her newfound control, knowing that she had the strength advantage.

With a swift motion, Amandine brought her leg crashing down onto Madeline's side, eliciting a pained cry from her. She reveled in her dominance, watching as her opponent clutched her side and desperately held onto the top rope for support. A smirk formed on Amandine's face as she realized she had successfully turned the tide of the match.

"You thought you could take me down with your tricks, huh?" Amandine taunted, her voice filled with confidence. "Well, it seems like you underestimated me." She delivered another powerful strike to Madeline's midsection, aiming to further weaken her. The crowd roared with excitement, thoroughly engaged in the intense physicality of the match.

Amandine knew she couldn't let up now. She had the opportunity to show her strength and skill to the world, and she wasn't about to let it slip away. With determination in her eyes, she grabbed hold of Madeline's arm, preparing to launch her across the ring. As she released her grip, she aimed to send Madeline hurtling towards the opposite turnbuckle, hoping to capitalize on her advantage and continue her dominance in the match.

After doing so, she would ran from the opposite side on the ring, to charge herself right towards Madelines, to slam her abs and breast onto Madeline's. The moment the two of them locked up, Amandine began to grind her abs against her tummy, scraping both of their bellies against each other left and right. Once close enoug, she would press against Elm’s cheek rubbing her affectionately and to push her back even more

[Lightman]

Madeline has been kicked before. Despite being a grappler primarily, she’s no stranger to others using their limbs in more direct ways. Then again, anyone who tried to throw a limb out at her would regret it straight away. Nonetheless, there was something to admire about strikers and the amount of finesse one needs to make it a true art.

This on the other hand was straightforward, uncomplicated, and doesn’t need any flair added to it. Amandine’s bulk and power were more than enough to make something so ubiquitous like a roundhouse kick into something much more calamitous. Then again, after all the tricks Madeline needed to subdue the French Fireball, short and simple is perfect. It’s the simple things in a match.

While Madeline is busy reeling from having her whole torso taken out, the Frenchwoman stands tall over her British foe, domineering, majestic. And the confidence in her voice added to things. Much as Madeline wanted to throw a quick quip at the Fireball, she was busy trying to regain all the air that escaped her lungs. Another strike to the midsection undid all the effort the Englishwoman had made, and if Amandine hadn’t stepped in to fling the brunette to the other side of the ring, Madeline would have fallen to the floor there and then.

Amandine was constantly working to take the air out of the match, figuratively and literally, as the towering titan charged in, thunderous footsteps reverberating the canvas before the big splash came in. Madeline felt as if all the muscles, all the bones were nearly flattened, almost giving way to Amandine’s chiselled form. To think she hadn’t even gotten to the sensual part of things yet.

Which unfortunately was the thing that followed after being crushed. Amandine would move her body side to side, her set of abs scraping along Madeline’s slightly softer set. So this was the thing her previous league was known for. Madeline had only heard about it through word of mouth, but nothing could ever come close to experiencing the real thing. Or perhaps the sensations were felt after her upper body was pulverised under the might of Amandine. All Madeline could do was take it, If Amandine did pull that brick wall of a body away to create space. And the chances were very slim of that happening.

[NoChill27]

With the Brit under her control, she shifted Madeline's body from the turnbuckle to the ropes. With that,
she worked her magic and began rubbing her more intensely.

Amandine clenched her teeth, but it didn't stop the moans of pleasure and excitement from coming through. Her abs scraped and hardened as she felt Madeline's delicious belly against her own, smoothing down her own tense, tight edges into being harsher and tighter. Firm arbs scraped against Madeline's hard core with a scorching grind and her tits thrust straight into the Brit's underboob.

Sure, she’s the one currently in charge but that doesn't mean Amandine is immune to the pleasures of her own body rubbing against another attractive woman like Madeline. As Amandine pressed down even deeper, her muscled thighs wrapped around the Brit's waist, pushing their crotches and bellies ever closer. Tense muscles scraped and dragged themselves over Madeline's tummy, grinding hungrily as they sought friction, utilising her much more toned form to stimulate Madeline even more!

[Lightman]

This was a new sensation. Not that grinding bodies was a new thing, it’s been a thing with any passionate love making night. What was is the way Amandine was weaponising it. The steely muscle of a woman pressing upon her taut frame, digging into the plush that still envelops Madeline’s form. With how harsh the Frenchwoman was grinding and how tight those muscles became, it felt as if the ropes could bend much further than they’d snap. Madeline panted and moaned, feeling that the body of Amandine’s getting warmer and warmer, as if she was furiously trying to keep herself warm in the cold.

Had Madeline not gone through the brief, yer heavy onslaught prior, she would fully challenge head-on. As she is right now, Madeline could only try her luck, seeking to match such movements as much as possible. Although the friction couldn’t match Amandine’s sandpaper-like feel, she wasn’t completely immune. If Madeline had to guess, it’s likened to a trib, with pleasure going both ways and only the stamina and mental fortitude could get the best over her opponent. With her aspirations to be among the great champions, Madeline would be remiss if she let the Frenchwoman have her way without impunity.

Whether or not such efforts will be effective, Madeline resisted, taking on the battle. She mentally noted every movement Amandine was doing, learning from it while doing her best to mirror it from her output. It may not be as perfect or as trained, but for a crash course, Madeline had to try. With how much Amandine was pressing upon her like she was trying to get the last bit of toothpaste, there weren’t many options for the Englishwoman.

[NoChill27]

Amandine enjoyed her power over Madeline, the sensual sensation of their bodies coming together. She skillfully ground against the Brit, using controlled pressure that ignited a powerful mixture of authority and pleasure.

Amandine's larger tits pressed down on hers, rubbing tightly with arousing friction, pressing in harder and harder the more Madeline's orbs swelled with arousal. The Brit was doing her best to resist, but Amandine knows that she's getting hot and bothered.

"There’s no need to be coy with me, dear. I know you're enjoying this~" Amandine said flirtatiously. And she didn't she stopped there. While her body was busy grinding and bending Madeline's over the ropes, her face rested on the Brit's shoulder briefly, before her tongue slowly dragged itself upwards, making sure to enjoy the tantalizing path it took on Madeline's neck then arriving onto her ear. Her warm tongue darted out and lapped at her Madeline's earlobe, gently nibbling on her flesh.

But while she was still distracting Madeline, the white-haired woman's right hand went down to the strap wrapped around her thigh, and pulled out small bottle filled with transparent liquid. She popped it open, and let the contens rain down on her thighs and slathering her legs with the liquid.

[Lightman]

She knew her core would come in handy when it came to her matches, though nobody told her that it would be useful in this scenario. Much as the English Rose was struggling, there were observations that were made. Amandine's enveloping, dominant, squashing force is one of a kind, the heat that the Frenchwoman was unbelievable. All of that would have been overwhelming for any normal woman and for a while, it seemed to be the case for the Englishwoman. Her muscles initially struggled to maintain form, breasts cutely mashed against the Fireball's burning obs, notably spread out over both their bodies as her own sponged her chest.

"Nnnn...And yet...you act like the pleasure...ahhh...is all yours~." It was a fresh brand of deadly eroticism that someone like Madeline would take as an assault of the senses. Yet, in times like these, calls for the time to adapt. Where Madeline's abs struggled, now formed a steady tensed and hardened pace, pushing outwards as volume and density combined. Every inch of them cling to and gripped Amandine's bumps, a crushing, scraping friction began to keep a slow and steady grind against Amandine's furious frenzy. While a slug-like pace might seem counterintuitive, she's reminded of the saying: slow is smooth, smooth is fast. With the added sweat generated between their forms, the sultry affection and squashing force was formed.

The Brit purred with the slick wetness of Amandine's tongue lapping up at her neck. If she'd had to guess, this particular technique worked the same way as usual sex. The hardness growing to a fever pitch before the release and then eventual softening once all is done. Which is where Madeline sought to be clever with what she planned next.

Where initially they resisted and try to out-muscle Amandine's, Madeline suddenly let her muscle her way into her belly. Soft skin moulded and bent to Amandine's will. Yet slowly, she began to massage and service those aroused and steaming muscles. Rows of her own emerged, yet where they previously scraped at her opponent's now they teased and nuzzled against them. Tempting them to go further and harder, sliding where they felt sore and needy, smoothing them down in a massage that seemed barely moving from afar, but up close and personal, it was like having a hundred little soft kisses pepper that belly. "So hot~...but are you able to...keep that fire burning for long...?"

[NoChill27]

Amandine couldn't help but feel amused by Madeline's response. The English Rose may put up a brave front, but her body has began to waver under her assault. Her massive tits were now pushing forward along with her shoulders, bending Madeline's upper body over the ropes and crushing her against them with her powerful abs and strong legs. Abs of steel continued to scrape one another as if trying to lit a spark.

Now with her body fully bent and rubbed, the Fireball wondered if Madeline would be little more honest herself. Perhaps a little more incentive is required~

As she pushed their bodies over the ropes to the point they were practically hanging from it, Amandine's left hand, still lathered with the colourless liquid, began caressing Madeline's face gently.

"Oh Madeline. No need to worry about me, dear.." Amandine began, her wet fingers traced the contours of the woman's face. "After all, we're just having fun~". As soon as she finished those words, the same affectionate hand grabbed onto her brown locks roughly, then pulling her into a deep kiss,her tongue sliding into the Brit's mouth.