Flying close to the Sun - Phoenix VanDrake (d) vs Quetzalcoatl

[Malkavia]

"BOOOO!"

Phoenix laughed while the referee made his little hand signals and tossed his dark, threatening looks. Like they're gonna stop the match and lose that kind of dough over a little pussy punch.

But it was shortlived, hollow laughter, because the bitch still wouldn't break. When she offered her lips, it was as much to say Game's still on, sugartits. Except—glittery and sweet, like the sickening Quetz herself.

"Hey, maybe those aren't the lips I want, you know?" Phoenix gave a long, exaggerated shrug. "I mean, if I was gonna give you one thing, you are one. SEXY airhead. Fuck, I'd die to see you tied up and shoved lips-first on a motorbunny. You dig? Damn shame it's not that kinda match. Anyway—"

Phoenix had been edge of Quetz's range, talking, gesturing, until she darted in and aimed to grab this woman by the ears.

The goal had been to smash her face into those silky Quetzalcoatlian lips—skullblash them until they bled!

Somehow, she'd managed to miss that she was stepping into the exact trap she'd just sprung on Quetz...

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl was slightly having fun with her opponent by slightly provoking her with her lips but she didn't expect such a response from Phoenix! The Sun Goddess was totally destabilized, her cheeks were turning red and her hands were trembling in front of her. She was embarrassed and didn't really know how to react.

"It's... Um... Kinda... Hmm... Excit-GUH!"

But Feefee didn't seem interested in Quetz's response and decided to shut her up by pulling her head forward and headbutting her on the lips. It was painful, enough to cut her lip and taste blood in her mouth... But it was Quetzalcoatl's fault! She didn't seem focused on this match and she didn't want her new friend to get bored with her! She had to pull herself together and this impulse helped to clear her head.

The Frenchwoman grabbed her opponent's shoulders to force her to be still before delivering knee strikes to Phoenix's stomach. Her opponent didn't seem to want to use her fists so Quetz would do the same, ready to return each headbutt received with a knee strike!

[Malkavia]

"Damn, girl!" Splat. Quetzalcoatl's lips were squishy, wet, warm. Spit and blood dribbled down Phoenix's leg. "I mention your cunt once, and this is how you get?"

Phoenix wiped the blood from her knee, cackling as she did "Holy shit, you're like. Five TIMES the virgin I thought you'd be. I mean, FUCK, I figured some chick that looks like you, in THOSE clothes, you'd be—"

The knee strike lifted Phoenix's boots off the ground. Her pigtails bounced with the force of the BLAMMO in her gut. Her fingers clenched. "F-Fuuck—"

She fell, feet hit the ground, knees shook. She felt a wave of nausea. Quetzalcoatl's punch had compressed her, made her tight, and now she was unwinding, like a spring growing loose.

Don't you dare fuckin' scream. OR fall. OR whine. It's just pain—don't be a fucking pussy!

Finally, Phoenix clenched her abs, forced herself to stand straight, and faced Quetz. Her face and pigtails bobbed with her breathing, which stretched the leather one-piece cupped around her waist and chest.

"I get worse from a good morning hug," she croaked.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl finally begins to defend herself in this match by returning blows and this gives her the advantage again, at least just enough so that she can breathe again and think without being interrupted by her opponent. The Sun Goddess quickly noticed that her new friend, Feefee, was as talkative as she was during a match and she really liked it! For once she wasn't going to annoy her opponents by seeking discussion in the middle of a match, they were really meant to be best friends!

"I'm just not used to talk about my cunt in the middle of a match! Anyway, still my turn, right?~"

Quetzalcoatl sighed slightly in a slightly embarrassed manner, making her pink cheeks disappear before resuming her offensive. She noticed the hole on Phoenix's outfit, showing her abs bare and totally exposed... Maybe it was a new trap but the Sun Goddess loved punching people's stomachs, it felt better than a face!

So she goes on the attack, taking a powerful and quick step forward with her fists clenching to deliver a right uppercut into Feefee's stomach, slightly above the navel to continue hitting that already weakened spot and without holding back her strength because Phoenix was able to withstand her blows, right?

[Malkavia]

"The fuck you mean your t—"

Quetzalcoatl had been holding back. The bitch.

Not with this blow though. This blow hit like a truck. A monster truck. It hit hard enough the breath going out of Phoenix was less air and more ghost—a spirit she had to grab and yank back into her body. Her face went pale as the blow in her side felt as though it cracked the skin, like a meteor shattering rock.

But Phoenix held in her scream. No your tTUUUUUURRNNNNNNGGGG bullshit for Phoenix—or any of the people watching. Her feet touched the ground, and she caught her balance, and her face curled with black rage. Her fists clenched, as she pushed herself back to a fighting, standing stance. Fists out in front.

"...OK then. My turn."

Then she pulled in everything she had and charged at Quetzalcoatl, ready to spear the big lumbering empty-brained blonde and bring her to the ground. Quetz was going to be the first woman to scream in this match. Once Phoenix had her grounded, once she could use the kind of pain-multipliers Severa had taught her to use—this bitch would have no chance.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl was the kind of wrestler strong enough to match heavyweights in terms of power, both for power moves and strikes. The Sun Goddess was powerful and luckily she was a good person compared to some wrestlers who could use their strengths to humiliate or completely destroy her opponents. This had a reassuring side, enough for many wrestlers to admire her even if she limited her strength against another weaker opponent.

But this time she wasn't going to hold back against Phoenix and unfortunately for her new best friend, she paid dearly for it. The wrestler was forced to distance herself and transform this pain into anger in order to try to forget it, Quetzalcoatl saw this very well and smiled all the same, also preparing to throw herself at Phoenix but with unclenched fists.

“Not this time, Feefee!~”

The two wrestlers named after a firebird threw themselves against each other to meet in the center of the ring. Quetzalcoatl's fists were down and her chest was out. She jumped at the last moment to gain some height and hit Feefee with her chest, looking to see which of the two wrestlers had the stronger and more powerful body with a Running Body Splash!

[Malkavia]

Phoenix saw the attack an instant before the collision—just enough time to grin.

Same height—same weight.

Perhaps there was a hair's difference on this or that side of the scale—a silver of an inch for Phoenix! A golden kilogram for Quetzalcoatl.

Trifles. What would matter was spirit, technique, will.

The two bodies slammed together, chest to chest. Quetzalcoatl's pale white breasts compressed against Phoenix's dark leather bodice. Their faces came within a foot of each other, a roiling tempest of pressure and wind between them. Phoenix's hair whipped behind her. She was smirking, glaring, teeth clenched, her look an obsidian edge. Quetzalcoatl beamed back at her. Grinning and excited as a puppy with a chew toy.

Quetzalcoatl's chest went—FWOOMP. Her breasts bounced outward, crushing Phoenix with their jiggling, bouncing momentum. Phoenix wheeled backwards, took one step backwards, and fell on her ass. Her head smacked against the second rope.

She clutched her chest. The sting throbbing through them felt as if they had each been smacked.

Clap!

Clap!

She could feel her face turning red. Quetz loomed overhead, a shadow.

"F-FUCK YOU!"

(Her voice cracked)

Nah, no, no, no. That wouldn't stand. That would not do. Phoenix rushed to her feet, fists clenched, breath heaving. She charged at Quetz—scrambling, rushing, preparing to dive! She'd bring this woman to the mat no matter what she had to endure on her way there...

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl enjoyed many things in a wrestling match and slamming her body into those of her opponents was one of them. It was something that we often saw among heavyweights and the Frenchwoman found this kind of thing super exciting and quite demonstrative to know the true strength and resistance of a person... She had to test this against her new friend !

The two wrestlers then lunged and slammed into each other, crushing their chests, stomachs and hips together for a mere second before being pushed back by the force, momentum and weight of Phoenix. A broad smile could be seen from the Sun Goddess who took the match like a game, nothing impressive coming from a person who claimed that fighting was the best way to create friendships!

“Oof!~”

The two wrestlers are then pushed back, forced to take a step back for Quetzlacoatl. The blonde staggered slightly but did not fall and took advantage of her opponent being on the ground to continue her offensive, throwing herself at her again by jumping again, but this time for a drop kick!

“AGAIN!~”

[Malkavia]

Phoenix clawed at the mat as she scrambled to her feet and charged—just in time to take Quetzalcoatl's two boots to her gut.

FUCK! She hunched over, took several steps back, hit the ropes, and — again — slid to her butt. That was three blows to the same spot just below her ribs, and it was throbbing like a bitch. It felt like a knife wound...something that tore at the muscle and left it cleft and ragged.

(Quetzalcoatl was faster than her—could react to situations more quickly)

She couldn't accept that. Phoenix narrowed her eyes at her blonde opponent. Pressed both palms against the mat. Grit her teeth.

(She had to accept it...otherwise she'd keep making the same mistakes)

Phoenix slammed the mat with her fist, growling as she willed the pain from her gut like forcing medicine out of a syringe. Once again, she forced herself to stand and face the all-too-cheery bitch in front of her.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Quetzalcoatl threw herself at her opponent as she got up and continued to attack without stopping. Fatigue ? Endurance ? She didn't know her words, all that mattered right now was having fun hitting herself over and over again and only the strongest would be left standing! As long as Phoenix got back up, Quetzalcoatl didn't have to hold back!

“Hehe~”

The Drop Kick immediately pinned Feefee to the ground, who didn't seem to be keeping up. Unlike her, Quetzalcoatl was a true devil, a woman full of energy who could not stop... Unless she was forced. But Phoenix made the mistake again of getting up immediately rather than taking her time and the Sun Goddess didn't let that pass.

"WOOOOOOH !~"

She runs backwards, throwing herself against the ropes behind her to gain even more speed, now throwing herself towards her opponent at full speed and with a big smile on her face to throw herself at Phoenix. The Frenchwoman's body was slightly low, enough for her shoulder to hit Phoenix's stomach before slamming her to the ground with a powerful Spear that shook all the ropes in the ring!