Snake and Giantess - Chalia vs Cléophée Ysé

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée's modified Camel Clutch was painful, very painful. The Frenchwoman was a little pleased to hear her opponent moan in pain, complain, and beg to be released while struggling uselessly... But Cléophée was resting at the same time; for once, she hated hearing her opponent's voice. She gritted her teeth after catching her breath and pulled her opponent even harder, whispering in her ear.

"Shut up, your voice is annoying me..."

Then she released Chalia, leaving her lying on her stomach as she sat up with a sigh. She simply placed her foot on her opponent's head, forcing Chalia's face against the mast for a few seconds while Cléophée posed for the cameras, celebrating her comeback, before stepping back to let Chalia get back up. The White Princess remained serious and silent, her cheerful demeanor perhaps having just disappeared until the end of the match...

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Surprisingly, Cléophée seemingly listened to her request and did actually let her go. Chalia immediately spasmed on the floor, unable to lie flat on her aching back. Her arms sprawl awkwardly beside her and one knee draws up instinctively. As Cléophée placed her foot on Chalia's head, Chalia only let out disgruntled moan, but didn't protest or move, as it wouldn't be worth it risking the lose - she needed that moment to rest really badly!

Her back still twitches in residual spasms with that slow, involuntary flinch that comes after something’s been stretched far beyond its limits.

When Cléo stepped back, she also set herself back up, ready to finish the fight. She rose up hand on her lower back, giving her enemy an enraged deathstare, as Cléophée was walking away with her back turned to her. Chalia lashes out suddenly, grabbing Cléophée’s long braid and yanks her backward violently, jolting her neck.

"FUCK YOU!"

With the hair still gripped, Chalia yanked Cléophée down into a snapmare, pulling her over to a seated position, she placed her foot on one of the Frenchwoman's shoulders, and pulled her hair as hard as she could in anger and frustration

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée stood up and exhaled deeply, thinking she would have a few seconds to catch her breath and rest. She still had to humiliate her opponent and win this match... Her first match... But while she was concentrating on her breathing, she quickly and violently found herself thrown against the pole as her hair was being pulled.

"HYAAAHH!"

The Frenchwoman sighed in pain before gritting her teeth, looking over to see Chalia forcing her to sit down and stomping on her shoulder while continuing to pull her hair. Everyone knew that you should never pull a Ysé's hair or touch their buttocks... It was something that really pissed them off, and obviously, even though Cléophée was a babyface, she couldn't let that happen at that kind of moment.

"Leave my hair... Alone!!"

The White Giantess grabbed Chalia's fists, squeezing them with all her might before pulling them forward to break the hold, the pain, and free herself to gain distance.

[reini]

"OWW!" Chalia yelped, as Cléophée squeezed her hands and yanked her forward hard.

She let go off her, and backed off immediately, since she was really hurt already from how brutally Cléo treated her throughout the fight. She knew she was at the verge of giving out, so she squirmishly allowed Cléo to gain her distance.

But she needed to follow up, and follow up with something brutal! There was no more place for being cocky and prioritizing humilliating her opponent over going for the win. She needed to give everything she has to get the victory now, and not risk getting put into another submission hold, so Chalia climbed the turnbuckle with fierce determination. With a burst of energy, Chalia balanced herself on the top rope, arms stretched wide before she launched herself into the air.

Her body twisted slightly in midair as she aimed to crush down onto Cléophée with a Diving Crossbody! Should she succeed, the full momentum of her leap slamming into her would surely be enough to finally end the fight in her favor or at the very least give her a huge advantage, since the Frenchwoman must surely be already tired too

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophée managed to force a small distance between her and Chalia, giving her time to straighten up and breathe a little... But she must not let her guard down a second time! The White Giantess was terribly tired; the slightest blow or submission hold could be fatal, and that absolutely must not happen. She had to win this match, her first match at LAW...

She looked up, panting heavily, meeting Chalia's gaze as she stood above the ropes... Nothing beautiful awaited her; she had to react before the brunette did, and not just any old way. A counter or a dodge would needlessly risk defeat... She absolutely had to attack!

"Hahhh!.."

It was then that before Chalia could launch herself to perform her Diving Crossbody, Cleophée lunged and pounced on her opponent, hoping to stop her before she could no longer, trying to knock Chalia out of the ring!

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Perched on the ropes, Chalia's heart was pounding, her eyes locked on her opponent, breath heavy from the brutal match. Her stomach was sore, her back tight from earlier holds - but now she had the high ground, and with it, momentum. She crouched, about to leap, when suddenly Cléophée threw herself at her. The White Giantess slammed into Chalia mid-prep, rattling the ropes violently.
The unexpected charge caught Chalia off-guard - her bare foot slipped off the top rope, but just as Chalia slipped from the ropes, startled from the surprise hit, her instincts kicked in. She refused to fall alone.
"Nnghh -!"
With a rush of pain-fueled fury, Chalia latched onto Cleophée’s wrist as she toppled, and dragged the White Giantess over the ropes with her.
"WAAAH-!!"

Both women tumbled out of the ring, crashing onto the mat-covered floor with a sickening thud. Chalia’s back slammed onto the ground, sending another jolt of pain through her spine with an exhausted moan coming from the Snake. Chalia lays there, gritting her teeth, her fingers still loosely tangled in Cleophée’s hair, panting from exertion.

Landing on her back from this height would've been extremely bad, but...! Now they were BOTH out of the ring! As much as Chalia wouldn't admit that out loud, she was very close to losing and somehow, miraculously she managed to drag Ysé, who unfortunately had the upper hand for majority of the match, down with her! It really was a close call...

Realizing that, her face blushed with malicious joy, as she started laughing.

"You're so dumb! I can't believe this! Get screwed, you flat dumbass!"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée lunged at Chalia, who was standing in the corner of the ring, ready to attack the Frenchwoman with an aerial... But little Ysé wouldn't let that happen; for her, at that moment, the best defense was offense! She then pushed her opponent, who was beginning to lose her balance... Until she grabbed the Frenchwoman's wrists in return.

"Oh shoot..."

Cléophée was pulled along with Chalia as she fell, first hitting her head against the turnbuckle before sliding over it, falling to the ground face-first with Chalia. The Frenchwoman may have had the advantage for most of the match, but she hadn't recovered from the last few minutes. She lay on the ground for several seconds, groaning at the sound of her opponent's voice.

"Ahhh... Gnnnnhh!... Could you... Shut your month a second?!.."

As the White Giantess rose to her knees, the referee began the ring-out countdown for both wrestlers.

"ONE!"

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Chalia felt it like a pleasant little thrill coil in her stomach - the kind that came right before she enjoyed someone else’s unraveling. She pushed herself up onto one elbow and blinked at the blur of white and blue draped across the canvas. It was a brief moment of reflection, as the long, exhausting fight was clearly about to conclude.

The contrast between the two fighters stood out: Cléophée was all alabaster skin and impossible, cartoonish curves, a braided waterfall of silver hair and a sky-blue outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination - high cut at the hips, heart-shaped accents, boots that made her legs look endless and heavy with muscle and momentum. Chalia, by comparison, was sun-kissed and compact in her cropped green top and fitted pants; her cropped sleeves showed the lean rise of her forearms and the snake tattoo slithering against her oblique. Both were femme fatale and predator in their own languages; but they weren't similar to eachother at all, clearly neither woman falling into the others liking, even more so as the match kept going.

The referee’s “ONE!” sliced through the ring. Chalia’s lips curled. That match was hard, and clearly she didn't have the upper hand. Cléophée deserved the win, probably, but now an opportunity showed up to strip that away from her. If she couldn’t take down Cléo in a straight fight, she's gonna do the only thing she can, to not let her win: make them both cross that line and take the victory that came with dragging another woman down!

When Cléophée tried to push up, groaning, Chalia shifted low, sliding along the mat, her plan mostly reling on timing. Reaching up with one hand she looped it under Cléophée’s long braid and with the other she hooked behind the Frenchwoman’s knee, fingers digging into fabric and flesh to anchor the limb. Then, with a small, theatrical grunt, she planted her hip into Cléophée’s thigh and used her own body as a fulcrum: a quick hip-check, a low twist, and a shove that didn’t try to throw the giantess clear but to pull her weight forward so their centers of gravity both crossed the ropes.

“Don’t you dare run off on me, darling,” Chalia laughed, as her feet and Cléophée's boots scraped the ropes. “If I really have to go, then we’re going out together!” Chalia was half pissed and half excited, as she squeezed the braid, hard enough to bring an average person to tears, and locked her hooked leg around the other’s ankle so there was nowhere for the white giantess to regain footing without taking Chalia along. The referee’s hand rose for “TWO!” as the two of them lurched, Chalia’s boobs pressing against Cléophée’s pale flank, their silhouettes in a striking mismatch of colors. The snake assassin didn't have much of her initial strength and energy in her, but she didn't need to outmuscle her enemy, thankfuly, just keep her grounded for a literal second.

Chalia smiled inwardly at the thought of the look on Cléophée’s face when the count ended. She tightened her hold, dug her heel into the mat, and leaned back with everything she had, willing gravity and choreography to do the rest - to keep Cléophée exactly where she needed her: trapped, off balance, and dragged toward the cold mercy of the floor outside the ring.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophée was on the ground, on her knees, panting in pain and fatigue, shaking her head slightly. She was a little lost, but the situation became clear to her when she saw her rival on the ground, saw the ring next to her with the barricades on the other side, and especially when she heard the referee counting down the second second of this ringout!

"Arrrghhh!... Nnnghhhh..."

Cleophée moaned in pain as the referee continued the count. The Frenchwoman slowly began to get up and pushed Chalia back with small kicks. Although they were weak, they had only one goal: to push Chalia back so she could quickly get back on her feet and approach the ring so she wouldn't lose this match stupidly! She was so close to victory... Having another tie by ringout this time would be devastating for the White Giantess's morale.

"Get off!... I'm not going to lose tonight!"

[reini]

As Cleophée pushed up to her feet, Chalia leaned forward, snatching the Frenchwoman’s long braid in both hands. She yanked it back hard enough to stop Cleophée’s momentum and heard the crowd gasp.


"HAAAAAA, YOU BITCH!" she howled “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!"

Using the braid as her grip, Chalia planted her feet, twisted her bare hips, and hauled Cleophée off balance, leaving the White Giantess no time to protest as Chalia spun - once, twice - leveraging all of Cleophée’s height and weight into a vicious, off-kilter giant swing. The audience shouted as Cleophée’s body whipped around, her braid the only thing keeping her anchored.

The referee shouted a warning, signaling the match is over, both wrestlers eliminated via ring out, but Chalia could care less. Looking the ref right into eyes, just to make sure he knows she heard him, Chalia released Cleophée mid-swing, sending her flying in a random direction to crush painfully into whatever will surely be in Cleophée's way.