Playing A (Super)Villain - Black Swan vs Nova Steele

[ADarlingDucky]

Splayed out across Swan's back, the luchadora couldn't help but she was put in a similar position to a sacrifice on an altar, upturned and vulnerable, all while Nova continued to bear down on her, folding her back more and more over her outstretched leg. Still, for all the pain she had suffered in the last few moments, Swan wasn't giving up, and she wasn't sitting still, writhing on Nova's leg as she attempted to wriggle her way out of the submission. She was on a time limit as well, as Nova, advising her to yield, would lift her arm high up above Swan's navel, holding her elbow up like a hovering sword, waiting to dig it into the belly of the masked wrestler with all that she could. If Swan was hit with that, there was likely no way to avoid losing.

Fortunately for the luchadora, her thrashing about had made some room in Nova's grip, and when the pink haired heroine swung her arm down, Swan just narrowly avoided a crushing blow, rolling off of her leg in the nick of time! Nova, hitting herself, was left with a stinging pain in her leg as Swan rolled away, the luchadora having bought herself enough time with that maneuver to take a few deep breaths and bring a hand behind her to rub her back, feeling no small amount of pain still lingering.

But as the luchadora raised her head ever so slightly, she could see Nova already pulling herself back to her feet and beginning to head her way, Swan having only managed to push herself up to her hands and knees in the time that she had to recover. The heavy footsteps thudding her way were a dire sign that she needed to move, and as she shifted up onto one knee, only one idea came to mind.

"Chaos... never... YEILDS!" Swan's last words was accompanied by a sudden burst, all the energy she had currently stored up. Her body screamed in protest as she did it, but the luchadora would push herself up to her feet and leap up in one fluid motion, swinging her leg around to clock Nova as hard as possible with a kick aimed squarely at her temple, one that would see Swan flopping to the mat after it was done. If her enziguri hit, she'd get plenty of time, and if it missed, it would likely spell disaster. A chaotic gamble, and one she desperately needed to see pay off!

[Parker]

“OOOOOOOoooooo!” The crowd roared!

The snap of Swan’s boot cracked against her temple, and the impact didn’t just whip Nova’s head to the side; it sent her whole upper body jerking violently with it. Her shoulders twisted, torso pitching sideways as if the force of the enziguri had nearly torn her off her feet altogether.

She staggered, chest lurching forward before snapping back, arms flailing briefly to keep herself upright. For a heartbeat it looked as if she might finally crumble, but through sheer grit she caught herself, wobbling, boots skidding across the mat in unsteady drags.

Every step was crooked, more of a stumble than a stride, but she pressed on anyway. The heroine’s body swayed as though she were being pulled by invisible strings, each step threatening collapse, yet she refused to go down.

And still, through the haze, instinct propelled her forward.

The Agent of Order staggered toward Swan, dazed but determined, a juggernaut unraveling at the seams yet still advancing. Her arm lifted, trembling as her hand reached out, uncertain whether to seize her foe, punish her rebellion, or simply anchor herself before gravity claimed her.

[ADarlingDucky]

It hurt like hell to push her body in such a fashion after the beating that she had received, but it was almost worth all of the pain she had endured just to hear the satisfying thwack of her boot connecting flush with Nova's head, sending her staggering to the side. Almost. Falling back to the canvas with a light grunt, Swan would slowly begin pushing herself back up, looking to get on her feet and into a more comfortable position where she could actually take a moment to work out the kinks in her back that Nova had been so keen to put there. But Swan was in for quite the shock when she turned her head to check on her opponent only to find Nova not down on the mat, but rather still staggering towards her, arm extended, almost zombielike following the blow that she had taken!

"Seriously?!" Swan hissed under her breath as Nova came towards her, reaching out to the masked wrestler and trying to hold onto her. But Swan could see that Nova was struggling, and the luchadora's perspective soon changed, seeing an opportunity to really take advantage of the situation by blasting Nova when she was already struggling to stand!

But then again...

That mischievous little voice in the back of Black Swan's head would sound off, contrary to what her training was telling her to do. She was here to be a villain after all, right? And what's more, she was here to be a villainous agent of chaos, with this busty heroine currently at her mercy. So, as Nova staggered closer and closer and Swan got to her feet, her inner gremlin won out, as a smile formed on her face. Using the heroine's arm, Black Swan would reach out and grab hold of Nova before Nova could grab her, reeling the heroine in, being sure to spin her around so Nova would end up bumping back-first into the luchadora!

"What's wrong hero? Your body isn't working how you want it to? Perhaps... you've become stricken with a longing for chaos!" Swan cackled, before she would wrap her arms around Nova's body, getting a nice and firm grip. Only, her hands weren't positioned around the pink haired heroine's waist, as they would instead come up to grab two hefty handfuls of Nova's chest! Swan would grab hold of her foe's tits and give them a playful squeeze, before suddenly wrenching up as hard as she could, trying to drop back and just manage to swing the bigger woman overhead, looking to plant her hard on the mat with a boobplex!

[Parker]

Nova’s arm stretched out in a shaky lunge, but it was the strike of a woman whose legs no longer listened. Her fingers brushed only air before Swan caught her, tugging her around in a dizzy whirl. Off-balance, she stumbled through the turn, her boots dragging clumsily against the mat until her back collided against the smaller woman’s chest.

Her head lolled back against Swan’s shoulder, pink locks fanning back over the top of Black Swan’s mask. She was breathing shakily, lips parted, clearly out of it. For just a moment, she sagged there, slumped into the luchadora’s embrace like a weary doll still seeing stars.

Nova gasped aloud when Swan’s palms filled with her breasts, her body jerking at the sudden, brazen grab. A faint blush bloomed across her sweat-flushed cheeks, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to smother the whimper that almost escaped. The squeeze drew a shiver through her, her back arching in reflex before her knees buckled slightly, leaving her caught, pinned against the villainess’s grip.

And then she was lifted.

Her body strained in Swan’s arms, hips swinging high as she was wrenched overhead, the crowd’s roar cresting with the effort. For a heartbeat, she hung there, suspended, her curves taut in Swan’s hands, a helpless prize displayed above.

The impact was thunderous.

Nova’s body slammed against the canvas in a rippling shock, her spine bowing as she hit, chest bouncing in the luchadora’s hands from the force. She had been soundly planted, bent over herself, head and shoulder curled, legs almost touching the mat, arms sprawled. Her head rolled to the side, eyes glassy and unfocused, mouth parted around a faint, shuddering gasp. Every inch of her frame quivered with the aftermath, the “boobplex” leaving her breathless, humiliated, and aching in a way that the crowd couldn’t look away from.

[ADarlingDucky]

If Nova wasn't so dazed from the boot to the head, it would have been in question if Swan was able to lift the heavyweight. Her foe was buxom and big, bigger than the masked woman herself, but when Swan pulled the pink haired woman into her grasp, arms snaking around her waist and hands grasping at her chest, Nova's body seemed to relax into her. Swan could almost feel the way that Nova suddenly sagged against her when she squeezed her chest, and with a sly smile, Swan would use that to suddenly swing her opponent up and over herself. The move was swift, powerful, and very appealing to the crowd, as Swan's grip on Nova's bust would remain all the way through, as she planted the heroine hard on her shoulders, rocking her with the boobplex!

When Swan let go of Nova, rolling over and pushing herself up to her feet, she could see right away that her move had certainly bought her all the time she could have asked for, as her heroic foe remained folded up following the suplex. Swan, taking some advantage of the moment, took a quick second to stretch her back, still feeling the lingering effects of Nova's offense, but she was at least able to work out some of the lingering pain that had stayed with her during her suplex. And when the masked wrestler had finished her stretching, she'd step towards Nova, giving her a firm slap on her upturned rear end!

"Stay right there heroine. Because you have no idea what chaos you've invited in!" The luchadora taunted, before grabbing hold of Nova's legs and unfurling them, letting her fully collapse to the mat.

It wasn't a courtesy however, as she would suddenly turn and rush to the edge of the ring, leaving her foe laying in the center of the ring as Swan suddenly leaped up, jumping and landing on the middle rope and suddenly bouncing off of it! She'd launch herself backwards, performing an acrobatic flip, as she looked to end it all by coming down flush on top of Nova, squashing the heavyweight underneath her with an impressive lionsault!

[Parker]

Nova lay crumpled from the boobplex, her frame bent awkwardly in half, breath leaving her in ragged bursts. The crowd’s noise swelled all around her, but it barely reached through the fog clouding her head. When Swan’s palm cracked sharply across her rear, the sudden sting drew a guilty moan from the pink-haired heroine, her blush blooming deeper as her body tensed at the humiliating swat.

The luchadora seized her legs and pulled them straight, releasing the fold. Nova’s body spilled to the canvas like a marionette with its strings cut, limbs splaying as a weary groan slipped past her lips. She could only shift weakly on the mat, her eyes tracking Swan’s figure in blurred fragments as the masked woman sprinted toward the ropes with exuberant energy that made Nova feel all the heavier in contrast.

Then chaos descended.

Swan launched herself skyward, twisted in perfect motion, and came crashing down in a lionsault that smashed across Nova’s chest and stomach. The blow forced her body to jolt violently, legs shooting up off the mat, arms flaring wide before collapsing again in a slack sprawl. The sound that burst from her lungs was a broken gasp, the impact emptying her chest in one punishing exhale.

"Oooph!" The heroine lay flattened, dazed, the weight of her foe pressing into her ribs like a brand. Swan’s aerial assault had planted her firmly in the center of the ring, chaos triumphant, while Nova’s body trembled beneath the pinning force.

[ADarlingDucky]

With Nova down on the mat, the luchadora was finally presented with a chance to do what she had attempted to do so early on in the match, back when she was snatched right off of the turnbuckles and into the heroine's grasp, and that was to fly. After leaving Nova firmly planted on the canvas with the boobplex, a swift smack to the rear and a yank on the pink haired woman's legs would unfurl her and leave her lying prone on her back, allowing Swan to suddenly break and run for the ropes! Her leap to them was flawless, and as she sprang off of them, she executed a picture perfect flip backwards, flying through the air before coming down directly on Nova's center mass. The impact was crisp, clean, and left her foe gasping out in pain as the air flooded from her body, limbs flopping to the mat as Swan nearly bounced off of her from the force of impact!

Of course, there was one main thing that had stuck out to Swan, and that was before her lionsault. It was the slight moan that Nova let out when her backside was smacked, something that had perked up the luchadora's ears, and even now after her landing, she was still considering, a wry smile creeping onto her face as she lifted herself up ever so slightly. She'd give Nova a quick push to roll the heroine onto her stomach before she would swing a leg over and sit down on the heavyweight's back, straddling her as she looked around to the crowd!

"That's right hero! It was only a matter of time before chaos began to eat away at you, and if you thought that was bad... heh, you have no hope! Behold, my Chaos Clutch!" Swan cried out, before reaching down and grabbing up Nova's arms, yanking them backwards, up and over her legs! And then, reaching underneath her opponent's chin, she'd lace her fingers together and get a good grip, before wrenching hard, pulling her back into a camel clutch, stretching out her foe, and leaning in nice and close to her to whisper into her ear!

"Is your body betraying you hero? Perhaps... you long to submit to chaos?" Swan teased, even leaning in close enough to nip gently at Nova's ear, before she would lean down, and run her tongue along Nova's neck, from the top of her collar all the way to her cheek! It was a showy, lurid action, followed up by Swan immediately wrenching back hard on her foe's chin, mixing pain and teasing pleasure as she clutched her foe!

[Parker]

Nova’s body jolted from the lionsault, the breath ripped from her lungs as if the masked trickster had driven the air straight out of her. She sprawled across the mat, chest heaving, her hair sticking to her damp cheeks as she tried to summon strength that simply wasn’t there. When Swan rolled her over, the heroine groaned softly, her body limp as she was straddled, pinned in place by the lighter woman’s surprising command.

Her arms were wrenched back over Swan’s legs, and then her chin was seized, forcing her upper body to arch unnaturally in the cruel grip. The pain tore a ragged cry from Nova’s throat, her back burning as it bent under the camel clutch’s pressure. But layered with the agony was something else. Her breath hitched as Swan’s lips brushed her ear, her body trembling at the hushed, poisonous words.

The nip made her gasp, a shiver running down her spine despite herself. And when Swan’s tongue traced hot along her neck, Nova bit her lip hard, trying to silence the sound rising in her throat, but failing. A faint, guilty moan escaped, low and husky, betraying the conflict ripping through her battered frame.
Her fingers curled uselessly against the mat, her body caught between the fire of resistance and the pull of Swan’s chaos. Her voice cracked as she forced out words through clenched teeth, a defiant rasp even as her cheeks flushed red.

“Nnghh… d-don’t flatter yourself, Villain… my body doesn’t… belong to you…”

And yet, despite her size, despite her raw strength, Nova didn’t make the obvious choice. She didn’t drag herself and Swan’s perched weight toward the ropes, didn’t force the break she could’ve earned with enough raw effort. Swan had seen the heroine’s power earlier in the fight, knew she could bulldoze through lesser holds. But now her struggles stayed strangely confined to the space where they lay, her arms and legs bucking without direction. Each time Swan cranked her chin back, it only seemed to get easier, as if Nova’s mighty frame was betraying her, leaving her at the mercy of the villainess perched so confidently above her.

[ADarlingDucky]

Sitting down atop Nova's back, Swan would move quickly, still retaining her graceful movements as she did so, collecting Nova's arms and pulling them back up and over her legs. Once her foe's limbs were secured, however, she moved far slower, taking her time lacing her fingers together under Nova's chin, letting both her opponent and the crowd savor the anticipation, looking out at them. And then, all at once, she'd wrench backwards on the heroine's chin, bending Nova's curvy yet powerful frame backwards, leaving her folded until her face pointed straight up at the ceiling lights! it was a hold designed to target the back, but more than that, it let Swan have a nice, comfortable seat atop the pink haired wrestler, allowing her to recover from Nova's many moves that had been used against her previously, all while paying that back in spades!

But most importantly, it let Swan get nice and close to her foe. The luchadora had something of a way with her opponents, teasing and playing with them in a way that some struggled to handle, while others invited on, and when she ran her tongue over Nova's neck... she found out exactly how the heroine was feeling about it. Swan heard the moan, the want that it conveyed, and she also heard Nova's desperate attempt to hide it, the luchadora all too familiar with those noises, and a chesire grin soon spread across her face, as she brought her mouth back up to Nova's ear, following the heroine's shaky statement.

"Maybe not yet..." Swan's hand slipped down, her pointer finger daintily tracing a few circles along Nova's upper chest, gently dipping down and tickling over just the top of her breasts, before trailing back up. "Buuuuut... your justice will submit to chaos sooner or later. And your body... well, that will submit to me." Even as she spoke the words, she could feel Nova's body relaxing more and more, seemingly bending more in her hold, flexing into her. Swan relished having such close contact, but the heroine wouldn't submit like this, and so after a few moments more, Swan would release her.

Well... perhaps "release" wasn't the right word. She'd stand up and let Nova's arms slide free, but the luchadora would keep hold of Nova, slowly pulling her up and to her feet, before suddenly reaching to snatch up her wrist! With one mighty pull, Swan would look to swing Nova around and send her running towards the corner of the ring, and the luchadora would follow close behind, looking to catch Nova right as she hit for a sudden body splash in the corner, throwing her curvy frame into the heroine's as hard as she could!

[Parker]

Nova’s body arched in Swan’s camel clutch, her chest heaving as the luchadora bent her back into a cruel, punishing curve. Her lips parted on a gasp that turned into something softer, needier, when Swan’s tongue slid along her neck. Her lashes fluttered, her blue eyes squeezing shut as the crowd’s noise blurred into a distant roar.

“Nnhhh-damn you…” she rasped, but her words rang hollow, undercut by the flush deepening across her face. Her powerful arms strained, but tucked as they were across Swan’s thighs, she had no leverage to fight her way free. The heroine’s fingers curled and uncurled helplessly, as if her body couldn’t decide whether to claw at the mat or grasp for more of the sensation Swan teased her with.

When Swan’s finger traced across her chest, brushing dangerously close before pulling back again, Nova’s breath hitched. Her back pressed further into the luchadora’s seat without meaning to, her moan trembling out despite her best efforts to stifle it. She hated the way her body betrayed her, but some part of her, one she didn’t dare acknowledge aloud, was drinking in every second of it.

“Justice… won’t… bend…” she managed through clenched teeth, her voice shaking more from heat than from pain, though she knew the crowd could hear the weakness in it. Her body was flexing, bowing, not just in defiance but in something perilously close to surrender. Despite all the power within her chiseled frame, to onlookers she seemed almost helpless as Black Swan was able to wrench her back, over and over again, without even the mildest of struggles.

When Swan finally let her go, Nova sagged forward, pink hair fanning across the canvas in a wild mass. She coughed a breath, but before she could gather herself, Swan was already tugging her upright. She was limp and pliable, far more than the punishment she had taken should have left her.

Her wrist was wrenched forward, and Nova’s body shot into motion, stumbling into a sprint toward the corner. The turnbuckle loomed, her boots squeaking across the mat as she tried to brace, but she was still fogged from the teasing torment. She managed to have the wehrewithal to twist at the last moment, slamming into the turnbuckles with a choked gasp. Before the ropes even had a chance to stop their vibrations, Swan’s body crashed into her, flattening her between the corner and the lucious luchadora.

Her cry was muffled by Swan’s body pressing into her own, her legs buckling, arms sagging over the ropes to keep her upright. Her head lolled against Swan’s shoulder, a blush staining her cheeks as she let out a frustrated huff with a hint of something more. And yet, despite herself, her trembling frame seemed almost to mold itself to Swan’s embrace, as if the heroine’s strength wasn’t enough to mask the guilty pleasure she took from being overwhelmed.