Snake and Giantess - Chalia vs Cléophée Ysé

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophée may have been smaller and lighter compared to Chalia, but she acted just like her opponent had done a few minutes ago to win the first point of this match, like a snake! The Frenchwoman used her entire body to trap the brunette, her legs tightened around Chalia's hips to prevent her from freeing herself with hip thrusts and her arms locked Chalia's head for an even more incorfotable position.

"Give up !.. Give uuuuup !"

Unfortunately in this position, Cleophée couldn't do anything else. All she could hope for now was that Chalia would lose patience and give up this round... But the brunette still had her arms and legs free, she was bound to struggle to escape! Cleophée had to prepare to tighten her grip, she absolutely had to not free her opponent!

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With Cleophée’s legs locked around her waist,, the bodyscissors squeezed tighter, and tighter, forcing a strained groan from her lips. Her thighs and lower back were already aching like hell, but every pulse of Cleophée’s muscles sent fresh pain through her body.

As if Chalia wasn't alredy pissed off enough, her face was shoved against Cleophée’s side, her cheek squished against soft skin and tight fabric. Chalia's neck was bent at an awkward angle, and with Cleophée clamping down, it was harder and harder to breathe.

She could feel her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to get enough air. She didn't what to do. Was it a smarter move to surrender and save herself from this lock? But even if she does, it won't change the fact she's far more injured than her enemy, leaving her in a disadvantage next round anyways.

Her arms and legs were free, but that didn’t mean much if she couldn’t use them properly. The pure anger she was feeling told her to strike whatever she could - her hands shot to Cleophée’s sides, fingers digging into her ribs and applying as much pressure as she could.

With her legs still free, she tried to plant her feet on the mat.

If she could just bridge up, just twist her body, she might be able to roll to the side and change the angle—force Cleophée to lose some of that deadly squeeze. She grit her teeth, her face reddening and tears forming in her closed-shut eyes.

"I'm warning you! Let go, NOW!"

She pushed hard, her leg muscles burning—but her core was exhausted, her lower back still aching. The pain was getting worse. The pressure in her stomach made it hard to inhale deeply. This must be enough to finally make the Frenchwoman go, or else Chalia is looking at her ribs getting fractured!

[Bearhug Goddess]

It had been a good fifteen seconds now that Chalia had been trapped in Cleophée's double hold and the latter preferred to threaten the Frenchwoman rather than give up, even starting to struggle to try to raise her body and perhaps push little Ysé away...

But nothing worked. Chalia tried to push Cleophée away with her legs, to roll with her all over the ring and even end up on top, Cleophée was never going to release her opponent!

Cleophée already had a good hold on her opponent and was content to squeeze her ever harder, forcing Chalia's head to crush against her chest. She took the opportunity to lower her head, bringing her lips closer to her opponent's ear to try to mentally weaken her with words.

"You may be tall... But you're just a kitten after all..~"

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muscles burning from the relentless squeeze of Cleophée’s legs around her waist, while the headlock crushed her face against Cleo’s chest, muffling her desperate groans.

"Mmmnngh..." Cleophée could hear her pained, muffled groans with the two ladies faces being so close to eachother.

"You may be tall... But you're just a kitten after all..~"

Chalia clenched her teeth, her cheeks burning red from embarassment. One eye closed, the other in tears tried looking sideways to meet her enemy's eye.

Her arms were still free, but they felt weak and powerless, nowhere near the position to make Cleophée let go. She had tried everything, but Cleophée was way too strong for her exhausted body.

She needed to fight. The squeezing, the stretching, the throbbing pain—it was too much. Her fingers dug into Cleophée’s side for a moment, shaking, before her hand rose weakly into the air.

"Aaah, s-stop, please! I wanna give!" she screamed, the anger replaced wih resignation as her panicked voice reached much higher notes compared to what she sounded like before.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The referee was right next to the two wrestlers, ready to intervene if one of them wanted to give up and of course, after being metaphysically and physically dominated by the Frenchwoman, Chalia decided to give up orally. Cleophee looked up to see the referee, wanting to be sure that she had won this round before releasing Cleophee.

"Hmmm... Very good choice...~"

The second round ended rather quickly with a total domination of the Frenchwoman. The score was now even and Cleophee did not hesitate to let it be known after releasing Chalia and getting up.

"This is only the beginning, the third round will be just as fast!~"

Little Yse posed in front of the cameras before returning to her corner, not even trying to humiliate her opponent more than that, considering that ignoring her would be much more hurtful and humiliating than any words and actions.

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Chalia remained on the mat, one hand clutching her aching ribs while the other curled into a tight fist against the floor. More than angry, she was feeling rather embarassed. For some reason she felt panicked trapped in that hold, and instinctively pleaded to be released instead of just saying it.

Her jaw clenched as she watched Cleophée barely even acknowledging her, posing for the cameras. No mocking, no gloating—just complete dismissal. With still, unsteady breath, she forced herself to roll onto her knees, hands pressing into the mat as she pushed herself up. Her ribs, her thighs, her lower back and her head were all aching, stiff, and sore. But none of that compared to the burning frustration in her chest.

She had let Cleophée dominate her.

That couldn’t happen again!

"This...I'm not gonna forgive you for that!" she screamed in the direction of her opponent, who was completely blowing her off "I'm really gonna get you!" Chalia was blushing, cluching her fists in anger, but she was getting completely ignored. Frustrated, she just walked back to her corner waiting for the bell with a pout and red cheeks.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The crowd was hot, boiling with impatience at the idea of ​​seeing the conclusion of this match! Was Cleophée going to win again so quickly by using Chalia's anger against her? Or Chalia and her anger were going to be more formidable than at the beginning... Or a new draw for the Frenchwoman!..

The tension was enormous but Cleophée seemed confident, maybe even a little too much. She completely ignored her opponent, preferring to pose in front of the camera and the crowd before finally turning around to look the brunette in the eyes, displaying a small smirk and putting her hands on her hips. Cleophée's look said more than any words, she no longer took her opponent too seriously and already imagined herself victorious in this match.

"Hmph~"

The Frenchwoman simply raised her hand and signaled Chalia to come to meet her with her finger, as if she were calling a pet.

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Chalia put hands on her own hips, and looked away with an angry expression on her face, wanting to be defiant towards Cleo treating her like a pet.
“W-What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” she barked, stomping a foot on the mat like an angry child. “You—y-you’re not better than me, you hear me?! Stop looking at me like that!!”

“I-I’m NOT coming to you just because you told me to!!” she huffed, crossing her arms and turning her head away again. “You think I’m just gonna—walk up all nice and let you do whatever you want?! A-as if!” she chuckled nervously
But then she realized that the audience might think she's scared! She couldn't allow that, she already allowed herself to get humilliated too much. She clenched her fists at her sides, her whole body trembling—not just from pain, but from sheer frustration.

“F-Fine! You wanna see me up close?!” Her fists clenched tighter, and with a deep breath, she walked up to Cleophée

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophée watched Chalia go through several stages of emotion but especially anger, the brunette didn't seem to like the way she was being treated and to answer Chalia, Cleophée rolled her eyes and yawned in annoyance. This time, she didn't even hide the fact that she didn't take her opponent seriously anymore.

"Ridiculous~"

DING

The bell rang to announce the start of the third and final round of this match, the excited audience became silent again not wanting to spoil this show. Chalia advanced towards the Frenchwoman with clenched fists and Cleophée did the same, slightly raising her fists to her chest level... This time, for a change, little Ysé intended to use her fists rather than her legs offensively.

When there were only a few steps left to be within attack range, Cleophée rushed forward to try to take Chalia by surprise and threw her fists forward, launching a straight jab at the brunette's already injured stomach!

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As an assassin Chalia was used to be completely in control of the situation. This was all unfamilliar, not in a good way. Cleophée made her feel small, and stupid, looking down on her, even deservedly so as summing up the fight her opponent was more competent, and managed to land more successful attacks and holds.
First round, she started with a jaw hit followed by a punch in her stomach, second round, another shot in her abdomen. And somehow, Chalia just didn't think she would go for it again. Oh, how naive.
“AGAIN?! Not my stomach—!!”
The moment Cleophée’s fist slams into her already vulenrable abdomen, a sharp shockwave of pain. The impact forces a shocked "GAAH...!!" out of her thick lips. Her body instinctively curled forward, as she falls onto her enemy in pain. Cleophée's upper arm momentarily disappeared in between boobs of the girl who cowered on her. Feeling weak in the knees, Chalia placed her hand on her own enemy's shoulder for balance, gasping for air. This, however, gave her an idea.

She forces herself to move. There is no more points, if she loses now, she loses. Since she's pretty much already cuddled up to the Frenchwoman, instead of trying to get away wrapping her arms around Cleophée's waist in a desperate bearhug! She puts all her anger, frustration and adrenaline, giving the strongest, most painful squeeze those feminine, frail arms could give. This way, she stops Cleophée from getting in more hits while also putting her in a position to finally hurt her in any way.

And it worked! Despite still being rathe fresh, the sudden pain in her back makes Cleo lose her impervious balance, and with Chalia's legs trembling already, both girls end up at their knees. "No good! I'm not letting go!" Chalia thought to herself. Her arms weren't very strong, but being pretty much the only body part that wasn't relentlessly targeted, there was still some power she had. She raises the slightly shorter girl up, so that their face to face and she can see the oh so very infuriating cuplrit off all she had suffered through finally getting what she deserves!