Madeline Christiansen vs. Aspasia El-Shenawy - Snakes & Ladders

[Lightman]

Is it wrong for her to say that she wanted a trib, there and then?

Such thoughts would be pretty unbecoming to have, let alone put to action if she was still a part of her aristocratic family. Not like Madeline cared one bit when it comes to that. Her mind was all fixated on the moment, the time she’d been spending with Asp and the heights of pleasure they both reached. Madeline herself has quipped about the Water Snake’s apparent greediness, but when it results in sheer bliss that could get her to explode like a fountain, the Briton can look past it.

The fans seemed to also as they were certainly not tired of cheering for this hot action. It reminded Madeline of her younger years when she would be watching LAW, seeing that same kind of pop from the crowd once a lady would…well, pop. The same kind of joy and excitement when an action like this became oh-so hot. But watching it on the screen is different compared to being in the arena in person. However, it’s a whole new feeling of being an active part of said action. While she would have preferred to have the roles reversed, the English Rose relished in those raucous cheers as she came down from being thrown off the edge of sin.

As much as both would have wanted such moments to last, Asp decided to finally bring the show to a close, once those fingers slipped away from Madeline’s drenched sex. Her hair was almost like a mop, as she’d be dragged to the middle of the ring by the ankle. A trail of sex fluids was left as Asp began to set up the finishing touches. Madeline didn’t have to do much at all as the redhead did most of the work, getting her to the centre and on her knees, her face resting against those lovely breasts. If only Madeline had time to play with them. If only….

If only.

Asp would abruptly move back, her long leg swinging up, foot pointed to the heavens as if ready to smite down Madeline with a single blow. Meanwhile, Madeline leaned back. For a brief second, the Briton looked as if she was falling backwards, without the support of Asp to keep her up. Instead, the brunette’s back curved, placing the palms hard on the canvas as both legs swung forward, tightly coiling with her knees to her chin before shooting out and upwards. Pistoning to the sky, both of her heels seeking to crash right under Asp’s chin.

[BlackAkuma]

Was this Asp’s longest match so far? It certainly felt that way, though she couldn't say for sure off the top of her head. It didn’t have much in the way of competition, with her bouts tending to be quick, hot affairs. It was no Iron Woman match, but she had to imagine that the toll it took on her body wasn’t unlike one. Dehydration was starting to set in, no doubt a side effect of her own orgasms, and she could feel her body begging for release. She craved a hot, steamy bath, perhaps with some jazz playing on the radio. Just laying back and letting the waters cover her up to the chin. Rejuvenating. Reinvigorating.

A pretty picture. One that could only be improved if she wasn’t alone in it.

But to get there, she had work to complete. Almost there, almost there. She brought her leg up like a headsman’s axe and prepared to drop it straight on her opponent’s neck, a single move to bring this beautiful creature down…

Asp was honestly unsure of what happened next. Her foot came down, but instead of a solid impact, she was greeted by nothing but empty air, her foot slicing through nothing. At first, she thought that Madeline had just rocked back at the wrong time or made a weak dodge - neither possibility was all that problematic; she could reload and fire again. But that notion was quashed when she caught sight of two feet flying towards her face, and then…

Then she was flying. The blow landed clean on her chin, sent her head snapping back, and the rest of her body went along for the ride. She soared through the air in an arc, then came down hard on the back of her neck, landing with a sickening splat. Her body went limp, and for a moment it looked as if she was out, but feeling returned to her soon enough. With a weak, whimpering moan, Asp rolled to her side and rubbed her aching jaw as she rapidly blinked, her vision nothing but a kaleidoscope of scattered colors.

[Lightman]

There were certain moments that the crowd would get to witness from start to finish. But sometimes, the performers themselves wouldn’t get that luxury. Madeline wasn’t a true sadist, though when she launched that Hail Mary, there was a sense of desperation. As much as she loved sex and the thrill of it being combined with competition, such battles do become very draining compared to normal wrestling matches. A normal woman would have been rendered unable to move after experiencing two orgasms being pulled out of her and dealing with the fatigue of being beaten by strikes. While the English Rose could certainly last to endure the trials of hentai matches, she’s no nymphomaniac. There is a limit.

This is why Madeline wanted to make sure that the attack struck true and had the desired outcome. Albeit very flashy, there weren’t many options for the brunette to consider. A sweep would have been quick and easier, but with the pulled-down tights limiting the range of mobility and the chances of Asp being left debilitated after the fall wasn’t 100%, that was out of the question. No, Madeline knew that was necessary. Considering all that Asp showed to be capable of, and the only chance there was to win is right there, Madeline wouldn’t accept anything less.

The only thing Madeline could see was the initial moments before impact and Asp flying in the air after her heels struck her chin like a heavyweight’s uppercut. After that, she couldn’t see much else, but she could feel the moment Asp’s body collapsed on the floor. Her palms felt the reverberations of the coarse white canvas, as she would land on all fours, her feet touching the ground. With a flick back of her hair, there she saw the sight of the Water Snake writhing, whimpering, clutching her jaw.

The perfect opportunity.

Madeline would crawl towards the downed snake, the minx stalking her prey, pulling her tights up to cover what was left bare. Lots of things she could do, but she could only choose one. And she got just the thing in mind. Once she got close, Madeline deftly manoeuvred around her opponent. Like a serpent coiling around its prey, her toned limbs intertwined with her opponent’s, one leg acting like a linchpin to secure an impairing Indian Deathlock - a move as ubiquitous as it is devastating. That alone would have been enough as it is. But Madeline’s arms coiling around the redhead’s neck and arm would introduce another addition to this cacophony of pain. One that Asp herself might know herself.

The Cobra Twist.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp wasn’t unconscious, but she was far closer to it than she would’ve liked to be. She’d come down from that kick at an awkward angle that left her senses rocked and rattled her skull. She wasn’t good at taking hard hits like that, built with a flexible and formidable frame but far from the most durable. The mere fact that she stayed awake was a minor miracle, thanks in part to the adrenaline running through her system.

Whatever the case, she wasn’t through yet. She was awake, she could function, which meant she could still fight. She marshaled her senses and started to sit up, forcing her way past the pain as she surged upwards. Bit by bit, step by step, higher and higher, until she was sitting up. Good progress so far, but now that she was erect, she had a troubling question.

Where was Madeline?

She received the answer to that question when a pair of familiar arms worked their way around her body from behind, trapping her in the Briton’s grasp. Legs threaded with her own, her upper body was wrenched back, and the Water Serpent found herself in a move she was incredibly familiar with. A Cobra Twist, and an effective one at that.

Asp could take this move far better than most would’ve in her situation, her flexibility came to the rescue as she was stretched further and further back, contorting to a degree that would’ve had most humans screaming. It was far from pleasant for her, but she could endure it momentarily, impossible as it seemed.

But there were limits to everything. She could only go so far, and as Madeline continued to crank her back, she found herself rapidly reaching the upper heights of what she could endure. Tendons were starting to tear, muscles were spasming, and it felt like she could come undone at any second. With that in mind, she could only see one way out of this, one way to escape.

Asp tapped out.

[Lightman]

Madeline wasted no time and cranked the hold immediately once it was applied. No easing in or being gentle like she might have earlier in the match. No, this time didn’t warrant that. While she did manage to deal a blow that left the Water Serpent reeling, Madeline didn’t want to take chances. Asp has managed to surprise her before and while it was less likely, considering the redhead’s natural constitution, anything is possible. No doubt Asp had learned that much once her brain stopped rattling in her head.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as they witnessed Madeline’s grappling prowess before their very eyes. With gritted teeth, the woman applied pressure to every single trapped limb. No doubt Asp can’t hide the agony of the hold, her flexibility making the combination more brutal than it has any right to be. Every muscle in the Briton’s body tensed with effort as she maintained her grip, refusing to relent even for a moment. Sweat glistened on her brow as she poured every ounce of strength and fervency. The air is thick with tension and anticipation, awaiting the inevitable. Not unless Asp has any more tricks left in her.

Alas, Asp has nothing else other than to signal her submission. Madeline felt the frantic tapping, releasing Asp from the rather poetic manoeuvre shortly after. Hands unclasping behind Asp’s head, her lone leg slipping out of the knot created. The English Rose laid Asp on the mat, laying on top of her as she took a moment to catch her breath. Her bigger form enveloped the redhead’s, legs rubbing and shifting against hers, nuzzling her cheek against Asp’s. “Thank you.” Madeline whispered, content with just enjoying Asp’s body on hers, breasts mushrooming against hers. “Thank you so much.”

[BlackAkuma]

And thus, it was over. Asp fell away the moment the hold was released, coming down to lay under her rival, hopelessly spent after such a monumental effort. She would be lying if she said there wasn’t so small disappointment. To wrestle so hard, to put so much fight into this match, to score two orgasms against her foe and somehow come up short, regardless. It wasn’t an outcome she could’ve foreseen, but the reality of it was objective and crushing. She couldn't deny that Madeline was worthy of the victory, but that did little to take away the sting.

What did, however, was the feel of her former foe’s body sliding over her own. Asp eagerly accepted the woman’s embrace, happy to feel her form against her own without the specter of competition hanging over them, without the thrill of the fight to distract her. Calm, relaxed, focused, she could truly appreciate Madeline’s body now, and a not insignificant part of her wished she had all day to lay here and savor it. It wouldn’t be wasted time.

But LAW management would undoubtedly disagree. There were other matches after their own, and having two women making out in the middle of the ring would’ve been a severe hindrance. Their time was short, but still long enough for Asp to express her own gratitude. ”No, thank you.” Her hands slid over the Briton’s thighs, caressing her hips, and pulling her in even closer. ”You’ve given me a gift, today. I won’t forget it.”

It was a small repayment, but she brought their lips together for one, final, smoldering kiss, plunging deep and tasting all that she could of this woman she could. Asp closed her eyes and let the moment take her away, making the most out of every sensation, creating an indelible memory that would stay with her for decades to come.

[Lightman]

There wasn’t much time after the match these two had, and Madeline sought to make the most of the time she had. A shame they weren’t the last match on the card. Scheduling and booking wouldn’t have to hurry things up and get ready for the next match to come.

But for that moment, Madeline didn’t care about that. This was the first time that these two had enjoyed each other without the drive of competition getting in the way. The calm after the storm. And Asp was nice to reciprocate the feeling, pulling the English Rose closer, bringing them into one. Fully connecting, limbs entangled, lips embracing in a loving, smouldering kiss. Madeline didn’t care about the pain, the ache, the pang and the soreness. All of that melted away from this kiss.

Alas, this can’t last forever. Much as it pains her to do it, more than the pain she’s feeling physically, Madeline broke away from the kiss. Their faces were just an inch away from each other, teasingly close for another round of pure passion. “Let me know when you’re free. For the classes, I mean.” Madeline gave a charming smile. “I think there’s much more to learn and discover.”

With that, the English Rose pushed up, and stood up to two feet, flicking the sweat from her brows. An alluring wink is what Madeline chose to leave with, her legs and feet stepping over her opponent’s body as she turned to walk out of the ring and up the ramp. There was nothing else to be said. More than anyone else, she was certain that the two of them would meet again. And she couldn’t wait for that day to come.

Winner: Madeline Christiansen