Can't Keep A Good Woman Down - E. Gates vs D. Martinet

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Last Woman Standing Match
Esther Gates vs Daiya Martinet

"The following match will be a Last Woman Standing match! Victory can only be achieved through incapacitating one's opponent so that they can not rise before the referee counts to ten!"
The announcement was met with a rumble of excitement from the crowd. While it was nowhere near the most exotic match type that LAW had to offer, there were fewer opportunities to see the beautiful ladies and lads of LAW have the limits of their endurance so thoroughly tested. The fans eagerness to see what kind of gruelling test of mettle was in store for them was palpable.

The lights dimmed, a foggy bank of dry ice rolled in, a low hum filled the air to announce the arrival of the first of the modern gladiator's that would be putting their bodies and pride on the line for the entertainment of the restless crowd.

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"Our first competitor is now approaching the ring! A devious woman of wealth and taste! Hailing from the Principality of Monaco, Standing at 6'0" and weighing in at 198 lbs: Daiya Martinet!"

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Daiya's towering silhouette emerged from the mist. She'd had to twist some arms and grease some palms to get such a dramatic entrance as a newer wrestler but sometimes you needed spend money to make money and the best way to make money in this line of work was for everyone to take notice of you. That was why she was here. By the time the match was over she wanted to make sure her name would be on the lips of everyone watching in the arena, at home and in the locker room.

She approached the ring with an air of unassailable confidence. A fan reach out to pat her arm and she brushed down the spot she had touched her with theatrical contempt. The crowd began to boo and Daiya's lip curled with satisfaction. Already getting a reaction. So far, so good.

She ascended to the ring slowly, deliberately. Making sure her every movement gave the crowd ample time to appreciate her ample assets and sculpted muscles accentuated by her scandalous black bikini. Daiya had her weaknesses for sure. Her glamorous figure, enhanced by some of the best training and beauty treatments money could buy, was not one of them.

Feeling like she had sufficiently captured the crowd's attention she strode to her corner and rested, awaiting her challenger. While she kept her face a mask of proud indifference she truly could not wait to see who would be sharing the ring with her.

[HotWheels]

Finally!

Someone had wizened up and thrown Esther Gates in the exact type of match her southern-fried self was built to dominate. Sure, she did fine at all the sensual stuff (though no one should take too close a look at her track record). But at her core, despite the pageants and glamour in her background, she was a rodeo girl who had worked plenty of time on a farm and who had never lost a knock-down, drag-out fight with angry animals. Esther didn't know when to stay down, so to her, remaining as the last woman standing sounded a breeze. The opportunity had her bouncing on her heels in guerrilla.

She did have to think they nabbed this Daiya - good-looking as she was - because she was another wrestler who went with the whole "who needs more than a bikini?" method of dressing for matches, but Esther would let that one slide. And wasn't she from that place where they did all the racing?

Shooting through the curtains as Mississippi Queen blasted through the arena, the Aster skipped and strutted, hair doing gymnastics, before she threw up both arms to a crowd hollering for her. Whatever her success thus far, the people liked her. That had plenty of merit in her mind. With a grin stretching from ear to ear, she went through her routine - a tap of her thighs, a tap of her abs, and a flex of both bulky arms - before she took off down the ramp, slapping hands.

"YEEEEAH!", she screamed to them once she had clambered atop one of the turnbuckles, and a few screamed back. Tonight she saw as a night to be primal. She had eased her way into her matches at LAW so far, but that hadn't gotten her anywhere. It was high time to throw inhibitions and expectations to the wind. Yeah, that was the same attitude that had her passed out drunk on one too many Friday nights back home, but she thought a sober Esther bringing hell to a wrestling ring would be a whole lot less... stumbly. And embarrassingly smitten with everyone she met.

But it was hard not to be smitten with Daiya up close. Once on the canvas, she whirled to the woman awaiting her in the corner. Jesus. She had to keep her eyes on her face not to ogle the rest. Jesus. "Heya, big girl. You didn't bring your Monte Carlo?" She had forgotten she wasn't a hundred percent sure about the racing thing.

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The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch as Esther made her arrival. She was a total contrast to Daiya's cold and imposing presence. Esther was electrifying ball of energy and the crowd could not get enough of it. Daiya thought the lights would be shaken from the rafters when she showed off her body to the crowd. She didn't blame them. Esther had a body that would make Atlas green with envy. Her bodybuilder's physique was almost impossible to drag one's eyes away from. It was both stunningly powerful and captivatingly beautiful.

As she roared to the crowd and they roared in response, Daiya allowed herself a little smirk. If she wanted the fans to know her name then dismantling such a beloved fan-favourite would do just that. And dismantle her she would because from the moment Esther entered the arena, Daiya had already began to form plans and schemes to allow her to dominate her charismatic foe.

Her eyes wandered over her figure not just because she was a treat for the eyes but so she could use her keen eye and wrestling experience to assess her even before the match started. Her height, her approximate weight, how quickly, controlled and powerful her movements were. She wouldn't know for sure until she got her hands on her and there was always a chance that she had some tricks up her sleeve but just from the way she moved and presented herself Daiya could begin to paint a picture of what she could expect from Esther. And how to deal with her.

"Is this really the time for jokes, ma chérie? You do know how this match works? You're going to have to carried out of here once I'm finished with you." Daiya stepped closer to Esther to stare her down, fully embracing the role of intimidating villainess. She was maybe half a head taller than the southern belle but Daiya was broader and quite a bit heavier. The Monégasque moved even closer, pressing herself as tightly against her rival as she could without causing the referee to break them up.

She knew this was the kind of thing that drove the fans wild but she had another motive too. She wanted to try and make her wisecracking rival see that Daiya was just plain bigger than her to shake her confidence. Size mattered after all. Especially in the wrestling ring. Daiya planned to use every extra inch of height and pound of weight to crush the fight out of Esther and she was giving her a little taste of what was to come.

[HotWheels]

Esther was scrutinizing, too, but hers possessed much less acuity. It was much more the eye of a cowboy eying up the badass in black across the bar who looked like trouble - mostly, deciding how hard she needed to hit her or how far she should bend this big girl to bring her down a few pegs. Preferably, leave her on the ground. Of course, that had its own sprinkle of strategy to it; she was guessing that she might win a battle of flexibility. Had a few ideas that such a thick body wouldn't put a stop to a few good knocks to the head, too. But they were the strategies of someone who relied more on intensity and passion than purely technical acumen, ant that intensity and passion burned in her eyes as Daiya kept getting closer. Esther rested her hands on her hips and smirked up at her those few inches that separated them.

And tried not to think about how nice that body would have felt if this was more a bed than a ring and there were about ten thousand fewer people around, which was to say that there was only the two of them. But that had gotten her into trouble in past matches, and it wouldn't here. This match was meant for a slobberknocker, not slobbering on each other.

"Oh I do. I've been beggin' LAW to put me in a match like this since I got here." She twisted back far enough to show off her toned abs - she didn't have the chest to make anyone too excited by pressing hers up against Daiya's, anyway. She proudly pointed out a few muted scars across her figure. "These were from a bull. And I won." With the self-belief that it was the coldest thing she had ever said to someone in the ring, Esther wriggled her hips and stepped back, thinking she had said all she needed to. A quick gesture to the ref to let her know the time had come reinforced her satisfaction with this last word.

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Daiya had wanted to shake Esther's confidence but it seemed her belief in herself was almost entirely unshakeable through words. Potentially through force too if her what she said about the bull was true. That little tidbit elicited a raised eyebrow from Daiya. The thought of fighting a bull seemed quite the terrifying prospect. Under different circumstances she would've liked to hear about the rodeo queen's adventures over a few drinks but tonight was about business not pleasure and Daiya had a match to win and a disreputable reputation to uphold.

A match that the referee had just signalled to start. As the bell rang out, Daiya would begin circling Esther. Her observations had given her a good idea of what kind of power and speed she was packing in those incredible muscles of hers. What she did not know was how she used it. Was she a striker? A grappler? A high-flyer? Daiya put technician down lower on the list of possibilities: from what she could tell Esther was the passionate type and didn't seem to have the patience for that. Esther was athletic enough that she could probably do almost anything in the ring and be a serious threat. Daiya disliked the uncertainty so instead she decided that, if things went the way she wanted, it wouldn't matter what type of wrestler she was because Daiya was going to lock her down so hard she'd struggle to even get a move out.

"I think you'll find me harder to tame than any beast of the field, ma chérie!"
Daiya took the initiative. After hovering just out of Esther's range she would aggressively charge from a low stance so she could attempt to take her down to the mat with a double leg takedown. If she was met with success Daiya would try to follow up by pinning her to the canvas with a body press and trying to entwine Esther's limbs with her to keep her under control. A pin would have seemed like an odd choice for a last man standing match were it not for the fact that Daiya weighed almost 200lbs and there were a sizeable number of people who would give their life savings to experience being buried beneath Daiya's husky body. If Esther found herself under Daiya it would take considerable effort and energy to escape from her and quite a bit of willpower to even want to. Energy and willpower that Daiya intended to wholly drain by the time fight was over.

[HotWheels]

Every good story, especially an intimidating one, relied on exaggeration. Esther hadn't exactly beaten the bull that had tried to gore her at a rodeo. She was pretty sure no one had ever beaten a bull in a straight fight. Maybe Davy Crockett? She couldn't remember all the weird things he had done, recounted in that one song. But she had managed to tangle it up well enough to stop it from rampaging, and Daiya's raised eyebrow told her that the claim had the right effect, anyway - it had the big girl doing a lot of thinking. Esther raised her eyebrow back at her in response, as if to say "beat that."

But there would be no more beating - not with words. Esther was off just like Daiya when the bell rang. The thought of diving in headfirst did appeal to her. Daiya was bigger, so maybe if Esther started running her ragged from the jump, she could wear her down. Esther could go for hours. That applied to many activities. But as she patted and shuffled along on her bare feet, she ended up figuring she should wait and see. She just focused on staying one step ahead in her circling pace, occasionally turning to jog and outpace the heavyweight.

The heavyweight who could move.

The only tip Esther had to prepare herself was the opening declaration, and that had her looking for the coming onslaught. She gently sidestep and shifted back, but she hadn't been betting on Daiya going wisely for her legs. Most people saw her thinner upper body and tried to flatten it further. And most big girls just loved those clotheslines and running shoulders, anyway. While Esther could see her going low in time to try and move, it was a late evasion, and the bigger woman swallowed her legs up and took her down. "Ungh! Well they don't often do that-"

Rather than waste more breath speaking... she had to squirm. Daiya was climbing over her like a spider over her web, and though Esther couldn't get the traction to avoid getting out from under her entirely, she did shift and shuffle her arms and legs so she couldn't be totally locked down. That didn't mean Daiya wasn't heavy - hot and heavy. Jesus, her skin felt nice. But Esther avoided the total flattening as she brought her arms up to hug Daiya's neck, and her legs did the same, scissoring the woman's waistline. She had no leverage, so the retaliatory bodyscissor didn't have its usual power, but it was enough to defend her.

She spoke through heavy breaths. "Happy to be a body pillow... most times... not now."

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Daiya's satisfaction with catching Esther off guard was tempered by her being unable to properly apply her body press. The rodeo queen had managed to escape Daiya's ensnarement of her limbs and even lock in a body scissor although it seemed more of a preventative measure than reversal. Daiya was quite glad of that. Esther's steely thighs could probably do some serious damage if she'd apllied the scissors for offensive purposes. Even the weaker version she found herself in was enough to lock her up and leave her feeling a little short on air.

As the pair struggled against each other, breathing heavily, Daiya realized it was going nowhere fast. She needed to change things up and she knew just the thing. Esther clinging to her neck and waist was a problem but she could perhaps turn it into her benefit. Esther's grasp on Daiya prevented her from being flattened but it she also clung to her in such a way that it would make it fairly easy to support her weight.

Daiya began to shift her position; first bringing her self to her knees and then wrapping on arm around Esther's torso while the other went to her toned ass. Resisting the urge to slap the bodybuilder's buttcheeks like muscular bongos, she would try and stand up from the floor and carry Esther with her. It would take some work but Esther was quite a bit lighter than Daiya and her lean physique would make her easy to carry. Especially if she didn't realize that the way she was grappling with Daiya was making things easier for her.

If she managed to get her up off the ground without incident, Daiya would adjust her grip on Esther. Encircling her torso with her arms until she could grasp her elbows, the heavyweight would try to begin bearhugging her, making excellent use of her intimidating strength and thickset body to make a start on enfeebling the American by squeezing her ribs and back.
"Don't want to be a pillow? Would you rather be a squeeze toy instead, cowgirl?" It wouldn't be all bad for Esther if she couldn't manage to defend against Daiya's newest attack. Mindlessly crushing someone was inelegant in Daiya's mind. She'd use enough power to weaken and restrain Esther but she'd also make sure the hold would be an opportunity to get very familiar with Daiya's silky skin and natural gifts.

[HotWheels]

Yeah, this would have been great after a night at a club, Esther thriving on the success of picking up a woman like Daiya after a few drinks, bringing her home for a good game of "spot the Pillow Princess" for a few hours. Esther supposed, in this case, she would have been the Pillow Princess. Didn't matter. What mattered was that they were at war, and while Daiya on top of her had plenty of positives, she was a heavy, powerful woman, and Esther was almost certainly the one suffering more in this exchange. She was sucking for breaths moments into the exchange, and she just... could not... get her legs stretched out to squeeze Daiya's guts out. It didn't work from this angle.

Oh, well, her ability to breathe returned, though. Given new life, Esther started to cackle and tighten up her bodyscissor - only for Daiya to start pulling away, leaving her clinging with her knees gripping the heavyweight and no pressure to show for it. "Well... shit." She shuffled, shifted, and tried to find purchase, but it wasn't happening. It was only once Daiya had her off the canvas that the southerner realized she didn't need to be helping the woman - the amazon was already lifting her in the air. Not good.

Not good because she knew what happened next- "Nnn- AUUUGH! NOOOO I HATE THESE!" No breasts? Thinner torso? Esther wasn't built to survive this kind of hold, and she flew into trying to pry herself free before the pressure even built. Her hands went to Daiya's shoulders, her teeth clenched, and then she... almost increased the intensity of her fight. Almost, because she realized Daiya wasn't squeezing the life out of her, only restraining her. Uncomfortably, yes, and Esther could feel her body straining as it dangled, but she still had enough wherewithal to look down at Daiya much more calmly than a woman struggling to avoid having her ribs smashed into her stomach.

She wriggled and pushed, but not like a madwoman. Their bodies ground against each other. Damn insane curves on this one. "Let... go! Or go back... to the other one... at least I was sort of resting..."

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Despite a bit of panic when Esther managed to briefly apply her scissor hold seriously, Daiya's plan worked quite smoothly. Although Daiya's panic was nothing compared to Esther's once she realised what kind predicament she was in. Understandably so. While Daiya had a body perfectly suited for bearhugs, Esther had a body that left her quite vulnerable to them. That athletic figure was impressive but having next to no padding to cushion your ribcage was serious disadvantage when someone was trying to crush it into dust. Luckily for her, Daiya had decided against trying to crush her and had decided to just squeeze her instead. A seemingly minor difference but one Esther seemed to appreciate.

One of Daiya's specialities was restraining her foes. She couldn't take hits like some of the juggernauts in her weight class after all. But restraint didn't just come in the physical form. She could restrain someone mentally too and that was what she trying to do with Esther. It seemed to be working too. By eschewing excessive force and engaging in a little seduction, she had managed to convince Esther to limit her response. A much more favourable situation for Daiya. Perhaps for Esther too.

"You want to rest? Then rest in my arms, ma chérie."
Daiya pulled her in closer to try and stifle her squirming. The pressure on Esther's body would increase ever so slightly but the ache would be matched by the sumptuous feeling of Daiya's soft curves enveloping her lean frame and the intimacy of their embrace. She'd try to further entice her by gently torquing her body from side to side to scrape her thinly clad nipples against the Monégasque's huge breasts. Daiya would press her cheek softly against Esther's and whisper in her ear.
"Close your eyes. Listen to my voice. Forget the crowd. Forget your troubles. Focus on me. Focus on how our bodies feel against one another. How warm they are. Feel your chest against mine. It feels good, doesn't it?"
Daiya's honeyed words were earnest, at least in part. She was finding Esther's company to be quite enjoyable. Yet Daiya was still working to win the bout.

Daiya's grasp would be a bit more comfortable than what she was probably used to but Esther would still be trapped in a wearying bearhug applied by a veteran wrestler with a serious size advantage over her. Daiya's seductive methods were designed distracting her from the reality that fatigue, thick and heavy and sweet as syrup, would be seeping the American's powerful body the longer body was squeezed and strained by the hold. Weighing her down. Enfeebling her. Slowly and softly, Daiya would be draining the strength out of Esther. And if she wasn't able to keep her mind on the match, she might not even realise it. If she could keep a clear head and escape though, Daiya's light touch could backfire and leave Esther far less worse for wear than if she'd been bearhugged more forcefully.

[HotWheels]

Oh no.

It was happening again.

Esther's mind was too awash with varied thoughts for her to catch on at first. Panic flashed to confusion flashed to... something akin to trying to think of a strategy. Just because Daiya wasn't splitting her in half didn't mean she wanted or needed to stay put, but she had only started to formulate an idea on how to angle herself well enough to give the woman a blow to the face when it hit her. The notion struck her as her slender figure first rubbed across Daiya's curves, and she stared into Daiya's face as if aghast. If that had left any question, Daiya's words surely didn't.

"Uuughhuungh! Why again!?" She almost voiced her next thought aloud - that she had somehow become the promotion's fuckdoll since arriving here - but she chose not to utter it aloud. But everyone wanted a piece of her at this point. Sure, she could take it all as complimentary, but it was more than likely all tactics to get her... in this position. Melting into the arms of a woman who was trying to seduce her and crush her at the same time. Esther lost sense of all strategy and tried to push on Daiya's arms again to no avail.

No, no, she couldn't stay here. Her body might have been trying to give into everything Daiya offered - and the rubbing was convincing it as capably as the words, as her nipples and flushed skin would attest - but she could already feel herself breathing far too heavily and her body straining far too much for it to be mere moments into the match. What sense she had left in her head, spurred on by the crowd's alternating whistling and cheering, told her she had to get out now.

"You are hot so... no hard feelings!" It wasn't pretty. It wasn't even a square hit. But Esther abandoned trying to land a square hit on Daiya's awkwardly-positioned face and instead just threw an elbow down into the bigger woman's neck at the same time she dropped her skull for a headbutt. She did have a hard head.