Natasha Loclear vs Sister Lucia

[lyannapelon]

It wasn't that Natasha was faster than Lucia or many others within LAW, especially not against those lighter than she was, but what she did have on her was side muscle memory. How to handle a charging opponent was one of the first lessons drilled into her by the various defense tutors she had in her youth. As Lucia launched herself towards her Natasha's instincts took over, sidestepping while bringing her arm up in one fluid movement, only to then bring it down right onto the chest of the nun!

She might have thought back to just how many times she had run that drill only Lucia wasn't going to give her even a moment to reminisce. Just as Natasha was lifting up one leg to step over the downed nun those legs took out her back foot in one clean sweep, sending the blunette down to the floor with her back impacting the canvas. As swiftly as she could manage Natasha would lash out with her right leg for a kick to the side aimed to push Lucia away while she rolled backwards into a low crouch.

[BlackAkuma]

Against many of her foes, Lucia often enjoyed the advantage of being a nun - it tended to throw her foes off, from those who didn’t expect such steel from someone so holy. One of many advantages the Lord blessed her with, one that had served her numerous times.

With Natasha, however, it was proving less than effective, as the woman seemed to hold nothing back, even from the onset. She had thought the sweeping kick would earn her a moment of respite and allow her to get the upperhand on the blunette, but that proved to be quite the opposite.

She had only started to get up when her opponent lashed out with a powerful kick, one that sent Lucia’s smaller body flopping away. It might well have taken her to the floor if she hadn't managed to grab the ropes before she could fall off the edge.

Gasping, grunting, she pulled her way back up on the apron and shook off the hit, trying her best to recover while she was only a step away from tumbling to the floor.

[lyannapelon]

Natasha had seen enough of Lucia in the tournament to know the nun act was just that, an act, and if she wanted to win it all she had to give Lucia one hundred percent from the very beginning. From her back Natasha threw out a kick to create some space, launching herself off of the fake nun with just enough power to roll backwards and onto her feet in a crouch. She had lost track of Lucia in the roll but a quick glance around found the woman over by the ropes, it seemed like her kick had nearly sent her rolling right out of the ring altogether!

Her first instinct was to finish the job. Natasha rose back up onto her feet as she dashed towards the blonde, catching up to her in just a few big steps but rather than slam into her Natasha reached out to grab her underneath the armpits instead. If she did take the fight out of the ring then Lucia's backup would certainly jump her from the crowd and knowing how disastrous that would be for her chances of victory Natasha went with a different plan. She would try to drag Lucia back into the ring in one swift toss, dragging her over the top rope while she retreated backwards, intending to then drop down onto her butt while slamming Lucia down onto her chest!

[BlackAkuma]

Hanging out on the apron, Lucia was something of a sitting duck, and she would readily admit that she hadn't expected this level of offense from Natasha so early on. Perhaps that was naive of her - after all, the harlot was fighting for the greatest prize in her profession; she should’ve expected her to fight with the Devil’s strength…a momentary miscalculation, one she could correct once she had a chance to recoup outside of the ring.

Which Natasha wasn’t about to let her do. Oh, dear.

Sister Lucia squawked as she was hurled into the ring and brought down hard on her chest, which only had meager padding. She gritted her teeth and rolled over to her back as she reeled from the pain, kicking her legs and fighting back vulgar words that had no business coming from her mouth.

A less-than dignified way to start this match, all would agree.

[lyannapelon]

Natasha took a moment to take a calming breath after bringing Lucia into sudden contact with the ring floor which bobbed up and down for a few moments after the impact, providing a perfect view for the cameras as Natasha's chest jiggled gently within her singlet. Her outfit was tight but even the tightest fitting material couldn't stop her ample bust from bouncing. She paid the cameras no mind however, instead Natasha was scanning the barricade in search of anyone suspicious, but only for a handful of seconds as she had a Lucia to contend with.

The woman rolled over onto her back all on her own, giving Natasha a vision of an opening she couldn't resist going for. "Now that we've been rough, how about we get to what the fans paid to see?"

As she leaned forward Natasha would shift from sitting to being on her knees above Lucia's head, the blunette's hands rubbing up from the nun's shoulders along her chest, feeling up the modest mounds while lowering her own down onto the face of Lucia!

[BlackAkuma]

”Uuuuuuuuuuuuh…”

Sister Lucia found herself staring up at the lights once more, reeling from Natasha’s heinous attack. As much as she hated to admit, the woman had put her on the backfoot thus far, thoroughly controlling her from the onset and showing herself to be a capable opponent. But it was only a matter of time before…

…wait, why was it growing so dark all of a sudden?

Sister Lucia’s eyes widened as her foe brought her bulbous boobs on her face and proceeded to settle in, covering her with a breast smother. Her body bucked about wildly, thrashing this way and that, incensed by the heinous treatment. The woman even dared to take liberties with her chest, reaching down and groping her breasts with wanton lust like she was nothing more than her plaything.

Though, she couldn't lie, Natasha’s touch did feel good. The whore had soft hands, tender and tactile. A warm, heavenly sensation began to spread from Lucia’s chest, as the wicked woman cast her spell, weaving foul magic into her body-

No!

”-off!” Sister Lucia roughly pushed Natasha upward, separating the two of them and freeing her face from that lustful prison. At the same time, she brought her knee up at a rapid pace, intending to strike her foe clean on the forehead.

[lyannapelon]

There was a moment as Natasha's fingers brushed along Lucia's chest and her own bust engulfed that annoying face where the blunette felt this might not be as bad as she had expected. That was shattered almost immediately when the sister slammed her hands into Natasha's chest from below with enough spite fueled strength to lift the Frenchwoman clean off of the fake nun! It was only going to be a small setback for Natasha however as she reached out to grab the blonde by the wrists, only for a knee to come shooting up for her face!

Instinctually her arms come up but its too slow to stop the attack outright, Natasha only managing to slow the knee down a little before it connects with her forehead in a solid thud. For a second her vision goes white as she falls over onto her side next to the nun, one hand clutching at her forehead as she starts to push herself back up. "There's the Lucia I expected." She mumbles with a shake of her head in a bid to refocus.

[BlackAkuma]

That was close. Far too close.

Sister Lucia had known, going in, that this match would test the very limits of her resolve. Natasha Loclear was no mere strumpet - she was a wry succubus, able to seduce with her witchy wiles, and the temptations of the flesh would be set against her. Even so, even knowing the dangers that awaited her, she had to confess that she was taken off guard by how effective such tactics were coming from the bluenette. The supple feel of her flesh, the warmth of her body, the beating of her heart…

No!

Sister Lucia flushed those vile thoughts out of her head, putting them as far as the east is from the west. Dragging her mind back to reality, she looked up and saw a golden opportunity.

Knowing her time was short, Sister Lucia pushed her way up to her feet and hobbled forward, picking up speed with every step as she moved towards the ropes. Once she was close enough, she leaped up, planted her feet on the middle rope, and vaulted backwards to her prone, attempting to hit her with a Lionsault from on high.

[lyannapelon]

Natasha had every confidence in her ability to bring Lucia to a state of euphoria. Despite how much the nun would likely preach about herself being above the sin of lust, of how she would never succumb to the touch of lowly sinners, Natasha knew she was full of it. If she could get a few minutes of uninterrupted fun with Lucia then the woman would crack, no doubt about it in the mind of the Frenchwoman. However she had to lock her down first and the sudden headache Lucia gave her with that kick impressed upon her how difficult that was going to be.

With a deep breath Natasha would slam her hands to the mat and push herself back up onto her feet, eyes moving to the sounds of Lucia's feet just in time to watch her take off from the middle rope.

Hells!

Natasha straightened up just in time for Lucia to crash into her, arms wrapping around the nun in an attempt to catch her. She tried but failed, Natasha tumbling backwards with the mat swiftly coming up to meet her. Acting instinctually Natasha would try to fling Lucia up and away from her just her back slammed into the ring floor which bounced from the impact, leaving Natasha sprawled out and groaning as she stared up at the lights.

[BlackAkuma]

Some women were afraid to fly as Sister Lucia did, not wanting to put their precious bodies on the line for what they viewed as meager gains. Understandable to a point - to the outside, it would seem like a great risk, to make such moves and incur damage upon oneself, to risk wiping out and losing the entire match.

But Sister Lucia had no such problems, for when she took flight, she did so with the absolute faith that she would be guided by God’s unwavering hand. He told her to fly, and so she few, and she never missed her targets.

This was no such exception, and Sister Lucia came crashing down on Natasha, their bodies colliding and filling the ring with the sound of slapping flesh. Her foe still had the strength to fling her away after such a hit, but that made little difference. She was standing tall, that was all that mattered.

With a triumphant exhale, Sister Lucia popped up to her feet and moved after her fallen foe, wanting to capitalize on the best opening she had seen all match. She stepped over her foe’s waist and dropped down, sitting on her and pinning the bigger woman to the floor. From there, her legs slithered around her opponent’s, caught them in a grapevine hold, and began to stretch them out, putting her flexibility to the test and damaging her lower body in the process.

At the same time, she reached out, brought her hands to Natasha’s voluptuous chest, and gave her breasts a tight squeeze as she pushed down on them, trying to use her proudest feature against her. ”Not so high and mighty now, are we?”