Hentai Pop Quiz: Ms. Spencer vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

"Uuuunnnnkh..."

Arlise's efforts earned her more pain, that bicep and the breast - more specifically, the muscles behind the breast - squashing her head. She did not let that deter her, however, even if her guttural moan and the distressed, distant stare in her eyes informed the same nearby camera how devastating a wrestler like Ms. Spencer could make such a simple hold. She still made progress, swiveling her hips far enough that she nearly negotiated her way to some leverage with her knee and the opposite hand, but by that point, the clever veteran had seen Titania's success and chose to "help" her to her feet.

No fool, Arlise quietly groaned again at the knowledge that Muriel did not have her health in mind. The redhead tried to work a step ahead - she balled her hands into fists and started to wedge them between her jawline and Muriel's torso and arm so she could slip free and escape before the woman taught her another lesson about her exquisite technique. "Let's... not...", she began to demand, as her escape plan did seem to force Muriel to free her rather than lose her grip entirely. The Belgian audibly breathed a breath of relief as she straightened, red hair spilling into her face, but she did weave back from any more attempts to grab her.

Arlise had defended against the wrong offense, however.

The crack rang out first, but the shrill, breathy, incredulous squeal that rang out in response to the chop of her breasts - the same sound a belle might make having her corset ripped off in public - followed quickly. Then came the crowd's gasp. Arlise, slack-jawed, clutched her stinging chest. She didn't... didn't think she had taken a chop since joining LAW. Certainly none like that, and for the moment, she had no answer but to protect herself from another one.

[BlackAkuma]

Things were going well so far - a little too well, perhaps. It was tempting for Muriel to be pleased with her initial performance, but experience told her not to get too cocky about such things. While she wouldn’t call herself an old woman by any means, the truth was that her career had started on the decline. The trek down from her peak had only just begun, and while she was still viable in the ring, a younger wrestler like Arlise would always have a sizable advantage in such areas.

Things could turn around in an instant, so she had to remain vigilant and keep the pressure on her foe. Her knife-edge chop did an admirable job of just that - the blow sliced Arlise clean on the check with a resonating crack, bringing to mind a whip cracking on skin. The audience and her opponent both reacted as such, and she was giving a clean opening to work with as she staggered back, too hurt to form a proper counter-offensive.

In Muriel’s mind, that meant it was time to try something bigger and bolder, before Arlise had the chance to gather her bearings. She grabbed the woman by the wrist, pulling her along for the ride. She turned about, yanked her opponent towards her, then sent her running off with an Irish Whip towards the ropes, forcing her to dash across the ring.

Instead of following after her, Muriel waited in the ring and bent her knees, preparing to leap - the moment Arlise came running back towards her, she planned to hit the woman with a dropkick to the chest, looking to floor her with the big move.

[Winter]

The other one did not come, and Arlise should consider herself thankful - she didn't want that same sound forced out of her a second time. She already regretted doing so the first time. Sounding pathetic frustrated her to no end. Muriel herself had frustrated the Belgian beauty, too. Arlise had certainly fought a wide range of wrestlers in LAW, but recalling a match with anyone who possessed such a sound tactical acumen proved as difficult as remembering the last time her tits had stung so much from a strike.

She grasped for her composure, trying to piece together a fresh strategy. She should not expend so much mental energy on the hentai aspects of this match - not before she attended to its hardcore nature, first.

Fortunately, her choice to protect her chest from another strike proved the right one, in a sense. Ms. Spencer did not strike her again, nor did she target Arlise's exposed legs for a takedown. Rather, she grasped the rattled redhead by the wrist. Arlise uttered a wordless complaint and tried to wrench that arm back, but still timid from the last strike, Muriel had more than enough strength to yank her off-balance by pulling off her arm and send her careening forward.

Arlise did not want to find herself on the ground given the prowess the teacher had shown thus far - not until she had a clear advantage to capture the woman with her own skills on the mats. She could not stop her momentum without falling or hitting the ropes, however, so she did the latter. They propelled her back toward...

A waiting Ms. Spencer. Arlise, though still rattled, did everything she could to read the woman's stance and took a guess. It looked as if she planned to jump, and Arlise prepared to wrench her body to the side.

She guessed correctly. As Ms. Spencer leaped for the dropkick, Arlise sidestepped and then stepped back into Muriel's space with her shoulder, striking the woman on the hip and sending herself rolling to the canvas.