Checkmate in Waiting

[RockRye]

Avery’s chest rose and fell with deliberate control, her sharp inhale masking the firestorm of emotions that raged within her. She wished she hadn’t said that aloud, that fleeting admission of her disdain for a confrontation in this case, of her preference for resolution through the sheer force of her words. Yet, it had slipped, and it was as much a truth as it was a frustration. Avery didn’t want to descend into this barbarity. A peaceable agreement would have been far more elegant, far more reflective of her capabilities. Not only would it have solidified the power of her tongue over a figure from her unpleasant past, but it would have demonstrated her ability to command respect without lifting a finger. And perhaps it might have opened the door to... something worthwhile, some valuable future opportunity including him that she could manipulate to her advantage. Avery was nothing if not pragmatic, and she adored accumulating value.

But Jamie had no intention of allowing such a resolution. His smugness remained plastered across his face and seemed to mock her very existence. She held her ground, her gaze steady, daring him to relent, to see reason, to submit.

He did not.

A growl brewed in her throat, low and simmering, as she prepared to lash out once more, her cutting words poised to eviscerate him. But before she could speak, she felt it: the sudden grip on her arm, his hand curling around her wrist with surprising firmness.

Her body reacted instinctively, her fingers flexing and her eyes widening in shock. The audacity of the gesture, not just to touch her but to pull her off balance, left her momentarily frozen. She wobbled on her heels, her composure slipping, and her free hand twitched, ready to lash out and strike him across the face with all the force she could muster.

But she never got the chance.

Before she could move, his lips pressed against hers. The contact was brief but electric, a jarring collision of worlds that sent a bolt of heat and fury surging through her veins. For a split second, she was utterly still, her body and mind locked in a state of disbelief. Then, as the realization of what he had done fully set in, the disbelief ignited into pure, unadulterated rage.

Avery ripped her wrist free with a sharp jerk, her movements fueled by the fire coursing through her. Her lips curled back in a snarl, her expression twisted with fury as she lunged at him, her entire body springing like a predator striking its prey.

But Jamie had anticipated her. He was already moving, leaping back and vaulting over the couch with a speed and agility she hadn’t expected. Her outstretched fingers grasped nothing but air as she stumbled forward, catching herself with her palms on the front of the couch.

Her head snapped up, her icy blue eyes locking onto his retreating form with a hatred reserved for her most despised enemies. Avery straightened, her movements deliberate and predatory as she pushed off the couch and stood tall. She didn’t yell, didn’t scream. Instead, she inhaled deeply, her shoulders rising and falling as she gathered every ounce of strength and fury within her. And then she moved.

With a single, fluid motion, she shifted her weight and drove her leg into the front of the couch. The force of her kick was nothing short of devastating, the powerful impact sending the piece of furniture hurtling backward. It slid across the mats with a screech, upending them as it careened into Jamie.

[ADarlingDucky]

With Avery and Jamie at a standstill, the two stood still for a moment, her arm outstretched with an accusatory finger only a few slight inches from Jamie's face, the pretty man staring straight up at her with zero signs of breaking down as she wished! Waltzing right out of the room would be the easier option, but Jamie was working on a theory, and even if his theory was that Avery was hiding something under anger and rage, he was willing to push that limit to see if he could dig out what it was underneath! So no, he didn't end up taking her advice and clearing out of the apartment, likely never to see the pompous blonde again if she had it her way. What he chose to do instead was far, far different, something that almost surely would tip Avery over the edge into a violent fury, one that she admittedly wasn't looking to go on if her words were true!

Of course, Jamie would trigger this snap in a fashion that only Jamie could, as he grabbed hold of Avery and pulled her in close, planting his lips on hers in a firm, warm kiss, keeping it for as long as he could! But when he let go, he would almost immediately retreat, well aware of what this little stunt was likely to get him, taking the opportunity to leap behind the couch! He'd watch with a keen eye and a smug smile as Avery simmered, not giving him the explosion he expected, but as her leg came up and pressed against the couch, he was met with a far more terrifying situation than if she had begun to chase him around the couch!

And that was when she gave a swift kick and sent the couch itself sliding at him!

"Oh shit!" It was about the most flustered Jamie had been so far, a brief exclamation of panic as he had an entire piece of furniture kicked at him, as he was forced to dive to the side to avoid it slamming into him! Jamie would tuck and roll on his landing, just barely avoiding being flattened by the flying couch, before landing on a knee and looking over at Avery, letting a light smirk come back to his face!

"Wow, you sure don't do anything halfway, that's for sure." He would brush himself off before returning to his feet, watching closely for her next move! If it was any bit as violent as that last one, he'd need to be prepared! ...But, that didn't stop him from talking still! "So, you gonna keep that dress on for this skull crushing? Doesn't seem like it'd be suited for this, but hey, your choice!"

[RockRye]

One twinge of satisfaction pushed through Avery's seething rage, seeing Jamie's insufferably calm and cocky attitude falter, if only for a moment, as the couch she'd uprooted barreled toward him. He dodged it, wisely, and she would have relished the sight of it colliding with him, knocking him down so she could end this foolishness swiftly. But even that fleeting crack in his composure was fuel to her fire, vindication for her choice to retaliate.

Her lips curled into a sneer as she stalked toward him, the echo of her heels slamming against the bare floor where the couch had been sitting. Her dress swayed with every forceful step, accentuating her powerful frame, a storm barely contained within a cocktail of beauty and poise.

"Did the old Avery seem like she could do that?" she spat, voice dripping with contempt as she gestured toward the toppled couch. "You should reconsider who you're dealing with."

But clearly, Jamie still didn’t understand. As he scrambled to regain his footing, his defiance found a new outlet. A cocky quip about her dress spilled from his lips, as if this were still some game he could charm his way out of.

Mid-stride, without missing a beat, Avery reached down and yanked off one of her heels. With the precision and force of a professional pitcher, she hurled it at him, her aim unerring and fueled by pure wrath. It hurtled toward his head, and before the first shoe even landed, the second followed in quick succession.

"I could be in a straightjacket, and I'd still squeeze you limp!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the cool air of the room like a blade.

Her rage burned hotter as Jamie tried to keep his cocky demeanor intact. With her feet now bare, Avery moved with a newfound freedom, her steps swift and deliberate as she closed the distance. Without hesitation, she twisted her torso, planting firmly on one foot as the other swung up in a brutal roundhouse kick.

The hem of her dress lifted with the motion, revealing a brief flash of white panties beneath before sweeping dramatically with her momentum. Her thick, muscular leg cut through the air with precision, her aim locked on Jamie's head. Avery wasn't holding back; this was a statement. If Jamie wanted to provoke her, he was going to learn firsthand the folly of underestimating the modern edition of the woman who had been foolish enough to get in bed with him.

[ADarlingDucky]

Jamie had been prepared for a game of running around the couch with an enraged Avery chasing after him, but he was most certainly not prepared for her to upend the entire piece of furniture by swiftly kicking it towards him, sending it skidding across the mats! The sudden flying object would be enough to rattle Jamie for a second, the curvy male letting out an expletive as he dove to the side and rolled to keep himself from crashing and burning, ending up on a knee as he turned towards Avery! She had certainly changed, that was for sure, as Jamie was relatively sure that she wouldn't have been able to kick a couch at him with such impeccable aim before! However, she continued to hiss venom at him, and Jamie, already having dove into the deep end, would meet her with the same attitude that he had before, something he knew would continue to get under her skin!

"Contrary to what you might think, I've considred it quite a bit." Jamie said with a light smirk, but he was already in danger as Avery was moving towards him once more, and with no couch between him and the angry bombshell, he'd have to think fast to avoid her wrath! Especially when before she even made it all the way over to him, she would reach down without missing a step and pluck one of her high heels from her foot, only to whip it directly at his head, Jamie ducking in the neck of time!

"I will say, I'm not sure if the old Avery had an arm like that! Woah!" Jamie leaned his head to the side as another shoe whistled by, only inches from his face! Far too close for comfort, but now Avery had made herself far more mobile, and as she approached, she'd take one of her mighty legs and swing a kick at the raven haired man, one that would possibly take his head clean off if it hit!

Jamie responded with what had saved him from eating a shoe moments ago, ducking down low as Avery swung her leg up high, and in the nick of time, he'd manage to get underneath her! Needing to stop her from completely continuing to bulldoze at him, the effeminate male would do the first thing that came to mind! That being to suddenly surge forwards, throwing his body into Avery's only grounded leg while her other one was still above him, and topple her backwards, onto the matted floor! The movement would bring her down and further test the limits of how much modesty she could keep with such a showy dress, as well as leaving her flat on her back, with Jamie positioned in-between her legs!

And while he really shouldn't, he just couldn't help himself.

"Now this feels really familiar, doesn't it?" Jamie would only continue to test the limits of what he could get away with, but given his position between Avery's thighs, this might be his most dangerous taunt yet!

[RockRye]

Avery Merritt’s vision was crystal clear, her kick, sleek and forceful, driving into Jamie Harper’s insufferably smug face. The image of him spiraling to the mats, arms flailing in a dramatic arc, was both satisfying and inevitable in her mind. It would look good. It would feel even better. The cherry on top? Strolling across his fallen, humiliated form like the goddess she was, leaving him with nothing but pain and her lingering superiority as a memory, less he risk greater repercussions.

But the vision was fleeting, and plans had a way of crumbling.

Her foot cut through the air, swift and precise. Avery’s roar of irritation came the instant she realized Jamie had ducked under her strike. That roar morphed into an outright cry of pain as he rammed into her supporting leg, toppling her balance.

“Ahh!” she cried out, the force of her fall sending her crashing hard onto her ass atop the upturned mats. The impact jolted through her spine, eliciting a sharp hiss. She winced, eyes squeezing shut against the stinging ache. Her lips twisted into a grimace, her body tense as she seethed through clenched teeth. “You boorish basta—”

Her curse faltered as Jamie’s voice cut through her groans, mockery lacing his words. She forced her eyes open, still narrowed with the pain of her landing, and found herself face-to-face with an infuriating reality.

There he was, positioned between her legs, his knees pressing against the mat as her thighs draped over the tops of his. The heat of her fury at his implication flared hotter when she realized just how exposed she was, her skimpy panties leaving little to the imagination. And the bastard had the audacity to keep teasing her, as if this situation were anything but a fluke in his favor.

Avery’s lips curled into a sharp snarl, her hands shooting up to grab the front of his jacket. “Oh, you think this is familiar?” she growled, venom dripping from her tone. With a forceful pull, Avery yanked Jamie closer, her thick, powerful thighs snapping shut around his midsection with an audible clap. The strength in her legs was instantly apparent, her muscles tightening as she crossed her ankles behind him to lock him into place.

[ADarlingDucky]

The raven haired male had gone and sent Avery over the edge, and in what felt like no time at all, he found himself dodging couches and shoes that were being hurled his way right and left, with his reflexes being tested each object that came his way! But the final thing that would be tossed at him for the time being was a kick designed to take his head clean off, Avery having gotten near enough to him to throw a strike, using her powerful lower body to try and put him to sleep early on! Fortunately for Jamie, in what was certainly the closest shave so far, he would duck low and let her foot whip right over his head, before diving into her sole leg planted on the mat! In a sudden lurch, Jamie had shoved himself into her only support and sent her falling back to the mat with a thud, her dress falling to the side and showing off the fancy underwear she had elected to wear, leaving Avery flat on her back in a compromising position!

Obviously, with the two of them having landed like this, with the curvy man placed between her legs after toppling her, he couldn't resist making yet another jab at her expense. This one even silencing her in the midst of her own angry words, an impressive feat indeed! But as Avery looked down and took in the position that they were in, her enraged countenance suddenly shifted into a sneer, as she reached out and snapped up two handfuls of his jacket, yanking on his clothes to draw him in close, so very close, between her legs!

Their bodies came pressed together, but the far more noticeable feeling was her massive, tree trunk-like thighs wrapping around his midsection, ankles crossing behind him as she began a hellish squeeze! Jamie might have liked to offer yet another smug remark, but at this point, Avery had finally found a way to quiet him, and the intense crushing feeling on his waist would render the only sound to be one of breathless pain!

"Aaagh! Nnnnhhh!" The breathless groan would be shortly silenced as Avery's legs flexed once more, and yet again another wave of pain flooded into Jamie's midsection! He had played around for too long, and now Avery was truly threatening to break him in half!

While he had been content to play around with Avery, it was clear that now, things were going to be a case of either fighting back and warding off the raging blonde, or falling to her and ending up with some potentially nasty injuries! And so, with the gloves officially off, Jamie would suddenly reach down and counter her squeeze with one of his own! Though not in the traditional fashion, as Jamie would plant his hands on her chest and dig his fingers into the soft skin of her tits, looking to respond with two breast claws to hopefully discourage her from squeezing him any harder!

[RockRye]

Avery relished every second of her thighs crushing Jamie's midsection, a menacing grin playing across her lips as her legs tightened like a steel vice. The sensation of his ribs compressing under her powerful muscles sent a thrilling satisfaction coursing through her, and her icy blue gaze darted between his contorted, agonized face and the sight of her own sculpted thighs in action.

She didn't know what excited her more, that she had squeezed the continued quips straight out of him or the view of her own display of power. Her legs gleamed under the soft lighting, their toned definition stark and commanding. The powerful adductor muscles on her inner thighs rippled as they compressed his slim torso, a visible display of her strength. His ribs bowed inward with every pulse, the fabric of his shirt straining against the force. She admired the way her body, refined and weaponized by years of training, dominated his fragile frame.

Avery’s voice was sharp as she broke the silence, her tone laced with mockery. “Now, Jamie, this should be the only thing between us worth recording. A lasting memory for you to relive whenever you think of speaking to me again or bringing up my past. The moment I finally, finally shut your mouth.”

Her smirk deepened as she plotted her next move. Her mind swirled with cold calculations, toying with the idea of crushing him until he gasped out a promise to leave her alone forever. Perhaps she’d even let him keep his health, if he begged.

But that notion evaporated the instant his hands shot up.

Jamie’s fingers found her ample breasts through the thin material of her dress, his grip fierce and unyielding as he retaliated in desperation. The soft fabric offered no protection, and her cry of pain pierced the air as his hands dug into her sensitive flesh. “Nnngh! Grrr-ahhhah!” Avery's icy composure shattered as she reflexively grabbed at his wrists, her nails biting into his skin in a frantic attempt to pry his hands away.

The shock and agony sent her sprawling onto her back, her hair fanning out against the floor. The torque of her bodyscissor weakened slightly as her focus shifted, but she clenched her teeth and fought through the pain, refusing to relinquish control entirely. Her thighs squeezed anew, albeit with less precision, as her legs instinctively tried to keep him restrained.

Through gritted teeth, she hissed, her voice trembling with fury and resolve. “Let. Go. Now. Or I—nghh—swear, I will destroy you.”

[ADarlingDucky]

It had felt good to topple Avery after her missed kick, Jamie's quick thinking letting him bring the heavyweight woman crashing down with a thud, and placing him squarely between her thighs, primed to make another comment to drive Avery up the wall. However, Jamie had finally put himself in a position where the blonde woman to get to him, and the moment that she gripped his jacket, it became clear that perhaps positioning himself like this had been a mistake, one that he would soon regret! The blonde bombshell would suddenly swing her legs up around his midsection and wrap them around his body, crossing her ankles behind him to secure him within her grip! And then, with force that would make most other wrestlers scream and tap out immediately, she would flex her thighs and begin to utterly crush his waist, bearing down on him with a bodyscissor so tight it was unbelievable!

Jamie had been poking and prodding here and there, but the moment that Avery's legs snapped shut around him, something became crystal clear. She was absolutely going to hurt him if he didn't fight back! This could no longer be seen as teasing an old acquaintance, Jamie needed to look at this as if it were an actual match, one where his body and health were on the line!

To that effect, his next move was a very simple one, but one that was quite effective! And that was to reach out and grab hold of Avery's tits, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her chest!

"You... were... nnngh! ...saying?" Jamie hissed through grit teeth, but even with his hands locked firmly on Avery's chest, her legs would not unwind from around him. They did, however, loosen, and as she reached out and grabbed hold of his wrist, he would have a new range of motion that he didn't have before. With Avery and him locked in a battle of who was going to let go first, Jamie would use his grip on her chest to stand, pushing down on her tits as he slowly worked his feet back underneath him, rising up with her legs still wrapped tight around his waist!

And when he finally was back to his feet, he'd give her what she wanted... just, not entirely how she might assume she'd get it!

"You want me to let go? Fine!" Jamie's hands would suddenly release Avery's chest, and the breast claw he'd fixed her with would disappear. That was because his hands had a new, very important task, as now with his feet underneath him, he'd reach down to his waist and wrap his arms around her body, one thigh each firmly caught in his grasp! Groaning with exertion, Jamie would take the massive woman crushing his waist, and quickly twist her body, rolling her over until her chest squished against the matted floor, and her legs would be forced to relax due to the position, clearing him of the hold! And then, with an extra movement designed for some payback, Jamie would drop his plump ass down hard on the small of her back, wrenching back on her legs as he did so, as he would immediately look to fold Avery damn near into a circle with a torturous boston crab!

[RockRye]

Avery’s fury burned like wildfire, her demeanor further unraveling as Jamie's hands brazenly gripped her ample breasts. Her powerful thighs still crushed his midsection with unrelenting force, but the pressure of his fingers digging into her sensitive flesh sent sharp pangs of pain radiating through her body. But it wasn’t just the pain that stoked her rage. It was the thought of the inevitable marks marring her flawless skin. Bruises. The word echoed in her mind like a curse. Every shoot, every video, every fan interaction relied on her perfection. That he dared to leave his mark on her was an unforgivable offense.

"You insufferable little—!" she spat, her icy tone razor-sharp. Her hands continued to pull at his wrists, clawing and pulling with all the force she could muster. Despite her strength, his grip didn’t falter. Balancing on her elevated hips to maintain the bodyscissors left her unable to fully counter him. She gritted her teeth, almost spitting as she spoke. "I swear..."

But before she could finish, Jamie’s grip relented. The abrupt release left her momentarily stunned, her hands instinctively moving to rub her tender breasts. Relief, fleeting and fragile, began to wash over her.

This was her moment. She had him now. Her lips parted, ready to unleash a torrent of cutting words, to mock him for finally submitting to her will. "That’s right, you— ungh!"

She never got to finish. With a sudden surge of strength, Jamie’s hands found her thighs, gripping them tightly. His movements were swift, decisive, and before Avery could fully register what was happening, she felt herself being turned. She hissed an indecipherable insult, her voice tinged with panic as her body tipped against her will. Her balance, already precarious, betrayed her as Jamie’s momentum carried her over. She twisted her torso, her muscles straining in an attempt to resist, but it was no use. His hold on her legs was firm, and with one final tug, she was flipped.

Her eyes widened in shock as her chest hit the disheveled mat, the impact sending a sharp jolt through her already sore body. The sting of her bruised breasts against the unforgiving surface made her grit her teeth, but worse was the realization of what he was doing. She felt his weight drop atop the small of her back, his body pressing down with precision. The next moment, her legs were wrenched backward, bent unnaturally over the curve of her hips. The stretch on her spine was immediate, sharp, and agonizing.

"Aahhh! Nnghh...!" The sounds of her anguish spilled from her lips, each cry raw and involuntary. Her body trembled under the relentless pressure, her thick frame contorted into a cruel C shape. The Boston Crab was locked in tight, and Avery could feel every ounce of strain as Jamie leaned back further, testing the limits of her flexibility. Her fists clenched against the mat, her nails digging into the surface as her lips curled back in a grimace.

[ADarlingDucky]

From the moment that his lips had touched Avery's, it had become clear that Jamie was not backing down or giving into the demands of the woman he had met long ago, and all attempts to make him do so were going to end the same way for her! However, it was now readily apparent that Avery was quite serious in her own regard, as from that moment on, she had been after him with a fury that had never quite been displayed before, dead set on absolutely crushing the effeminate man for his continued teasing of her! And for a while, Jamie had been deftly able to get out of the way of the several attacks that she launched, all while continuing to poke the bear headed his way! However, eventually his luck would run out, and when he ended up pausing between Avery's legs to tease her once more, she had all the time she needed to shoot her hands out lightning quick and grab hold of his jacket, before she wrapped her massive thighs tight around his waist!

In a flash, the tables had turned, and Jamie was now caught in Avery's grasp, the heavyweight blonde squeezing as hard as she could and immediately drawing a pained cry from Jamie, his body sending all sorts of danger signals throughout! And his first plan, that being to reach out and grab a firm hold of Avery's breasts with a mean claw, wouldn't break her grip, instead causing her to keep the hold on tight, demanding that he let her go! Not the result he was looking for, but the leverage that he had allowed him to push down and stand himself up, and after he had done so, he would indeed let her chest go, instead wrapping his arms tight around her legs and suddenly flipping her over, stepping over her body and dropping his plump ass down right on her back, as he locked her in a tight boston crab!

Avery's smug insults would turned to a shocked gasp, and then when the hold was completed, a pained cry, as Jamie would wrench backwards on her legs, taking Avery's impressive curves and folding her into the shape of a C! The scream that she let out upon Jamie completing the hold would return a wry smile to his face. It was clear that in terms of strength, he was no match for her, and that she was dead set on taking him down, so he'd need to treat this as seriously as possible, and use his technical knowledge to keep her from snapping him in half!

"I'm sure you remember this one, right? You loved it at the time." The raven haired man would say, tugging backwards on Avery's massive thighs once more, stretching her out again in the submission hold! Gravity had taken Avery's dress at this point, and it had flipped upside down to about midway up her waist, leaving her entire bottom half exposed in only her small white underwear. The picture of Avery, so scantily clad, folded up and forced to scream out in pain as Jamie held her was as erotic as it was painful-looking, and Jamie was keen to keep it like this!

"Now, you feel free to tap that mat and let me know when you're calm. And then, I'll let you out, and we can talk about it without you trying to kill me, how's that sound?" Jamie would offer, though he highly doubted that Avery would do as he said and tap out, but his hold wouldn't relax until she did, meaning she'd either need to give in, or find some way to get free, if she didn't want to be folded into a circle!