Hentai Pop Quiz: Ms. Spencer vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

She had spared herself from worse, but the experience of the last few minutes informed Arlise she could not rest without trying to anticipate Muriel's next move.

Her head went through a dozen different ways she would have countered a headlock in this position, and she tried to form her way into a ball to prevent at least the majority of them, tucking her knees close to her own chest. At the same time, a strong arm worked to at least weary the skilled teacher in the headlock, and while the redhead couldn't fool herself into believing she would send the lovely woman into a panic, she would take what she could get after the onslaught that had lost her the opportunity for the first fall.

Naturally, Muriel took the best way out, though Arlise supposed she should consider it the safest for her. Though frustration crossed her features, she didn't resist more than to clasp her fingers together and add a forceful squeeze to the teacher's head - if she would escape, she would not do so without the Belgian beauty punishing her for it. Otherwise, her legs unfolded as she stood, and she did not resist Muriel's effort to propel them against the ropes, offering one more tight squeeze before the woman used momentum to unhinge the redhead and propel her across the ring.

Keep your head, keep moving...

Arlise reiterated that to herself as she used Muriel's push to carry her across the ring - a reminder to keep in constant motion and remain a constant problem. Though no speedster, she nimbly careened into the opposite ropes, and she shot back toward the other middleweight, not revealing her hand until she drew close and lifted a leg high for a big boot - or a big bare foot, in her case.

[BlackAkuma]

Some part of Muriel felt she should’ve been working Arlise on the ground, that she should’ve stayed there and tried her hand at escaping while they were vertical, and there was some sense to that. After all, she had already scored a pinfall, which meant the onus was on her to win the match with more sensual tactics now, something she relished in attempting. It had been a good, long while since she’d had such a nubile young wrestler all to herself, and there were so many things she wished to attempt…

But, for the moment, she remained stalwart and stuck to her traditional tactics, figuring she would be better served wearing Arlise down to the nub before she attempted more lewd shenanigans. After all, her foe had proved ever so elusive in the first round, and even though she had taken the early fall, it was no sure thing. She had the advantage here and was already halfway to winning, so there was little need to rush thing.

Traditional grappling, then. Her escape from the headlock was tried and true, pushing Arlise off and sending her running to the ropes. She came running forward herself as her foe dashed towards her, and she could already see her preparing for an attack - a big boot, her experience told her. Muriel ducked down at the last second and let the deadly blow soar overhead, as she continued her forward momentum, building up speed with every step.

Muriel hit the ropes and came rushing towards Arlise once more, ready to meet in the middle of the ring. This time, she had an attack of her own to try, as she spun about, swung her arm around, and attempted to nail her foe with a Discus Lariat, right on her chest.