Madeline Christiansen vs Natasha Loclear

[lyannapelon]

As she raced across the ring Natasha waited until the last possible moment before bringing up her arm for the clothesline, giving Madeline the briefest of windows in which she could react. She only took two more big steps before going for the swing but much to her amazement Madeline ducked low, avoiding the strike altogether, and giving all the power put into the clothesline with nowhere to go. Natasha stumbled but remained on her feet and moving forward, straightening up just in time to spin around and hit the ropes back first, holding for barely a second before launching herself back towards the middle of the ring.

Madeline was already racing back towards her from the opposite side of the ring, forcing a split-second decision on the Frenchwoman as how to answer her. She readied herself to scoop her rival up for a rapid spin and a hard slam down onto the mat, intending to use all of their built-up momentum for maximum impact! Unfortunately for Natasha in the game of rock, paper, scissors her scoop slam lost out to the raw power of a spear as Madeline threw herself right into the arms of Natasha and took her down in a mighty crash!

Natasha opened her mouth with every intent of using a French curse but the force of the impact didn't allow for it, a grunt and nothing more coming from Natasha as she was lifted clean off her feet and brought down onto her back with a mat shaking slam. Her arms had wrapped around Madeline during the fall but now they laid spread out to either side, the blunette staring up at the lights while a low groan slipped from her lips.

[Lightman]

Madeline stayed down only long enough to hear the stunned groan slip out of Natasha’s lips, her chest heaving as she propped herself up on her palms. The rush of the crowd thundered in her ears, feeding the sly curl of her mouth as she looked down at the woman sprawled beneath her. “What was that you said about being generous, love?” she murmured with a husky laugh, brushing sweat-matted strands of brunette hair back from her green eyes. The English Rose gave a pat on Natasha’s bare chest as her way of an apology. In truth, she would have rather slammed her down or performed a throw than use something like a spear. However, in a match like this, she can’t be picky with her choices.

Sliding up across Natasha’s torso, Madeline wasted no time in taking what the moment had offered her, catching hold of the Frenchwoman’s arm and trapping it tight against her body as her legs snaked around Natasha’s head and shoulder. In one fluid motion born of countless hours on the mats, The English Rose shifted into a crucifix, ankles locking as she pinned the arm flat and bore down with her thighs, before twisting seamlessly into a triangle armbar that stretched Natasha’s limb taut. The crowd erupted at the sudden shift, but Madeline only leaned in closer, her hips arching as she tightened the hold, green eyes burning with playful malice. “I assure you, I’m not one to be petty,” she purred, her voice velvet smooth yet sharp enough to cut, savouring both the control of the lock and the intimacy of having Natasha caught so cleanly beneath her. “But I remembered everything about our last match…~”

Choosing not to finish that sentence, Madeline would move her right hand, leaving Natasha’s trapped arm under her armpit, tight and secured. Her fingers traced down that athletic body, roaming down the curves and defined lines before it ended its journey between those powerful thighs. Those fingers would begin to slide inside, past the attire, and slip into her international rival’s wet sex.

[lyannapelon]

Despite the lingering after effects of the spear never once would Madeline have an easy time shifting Natasha's limbs into place, the blunette fighting her every step of the way after the pat upon her naked breast. That part she didn't mind. The rest would be a struggle however as Natasha groaned from both the strain of her muscles resisting her British rival and the pain in her joints as even her flexibility was put to the test, gritting her teeth out of exertion throughout the slow transition from the crucifix to the arm bar. Perhaps it would have been easier upon her body to let Madeline move swiftly from one hold to the next, but Natasha slowed matters down all the same with her resistance.

Natasha remained silent even as Madeline teased her in that admittedly lovely accent of Her's, but that all changed the moment she felt familiar fingers find their way past her lips and slip in amongst her silky folds. "Moving fast aren't we?!" Her entire body seemed to jolt awake as her back arched up off the canvas despite the pressure upon her arm and chest, a moan dripping with ecstasy seemingly squeezed right out of her! Once her back dropped back down and she regained control over herself Natasha began to work at freeing her arm while only one was free to help secure it.

Her first thought in the moment was to try and surprise Madeline with just how flexible she truly was, the fingers rubbing inside her driving Natasha to jump at her first idea. She would twist herself towards Madeline before launching a kick at the Brit's head in a burst of speed!

[Lightman]

Madeline could feel Natasha’s resistance pulsing through every taut muscle, her body straining and writhing beneath her as if sculpted for defiance itself. The struggle was deliciously physical, a clash of strength, skill and stubborn will, each movement a tug-of-war that demanded everything from them both. Madeline’s green eyes flickered with a mixture of focus and mischief as she kept tightening her control, her fingers tracing down Natasha’s bare skin with an almost mocking tenderness before slipping lower, and invading the French woman's sex, testing boundaries she knew would shatter the other’s composure. The reaction came fast and fierce, Natasha’s back arching with a gasp that turned into something far more primal. Madeline grinned through her heavy breathing, her voice low and rich with amusement. “Were you expecting me to treat you to a nice candlelight dinner?”

That confidence lasted all of two seconds before Natasha’s body twisted in a blur, one leg swinging up in a whip-fast motion that caught Madeline right on the temple. The kick sent her tumbling sideways, her grip breaking as she let out a startled yelp and rolled free, hand coming up to rub at the growing ache along her head. For a moment, she simply blinked, green eyes wide with disbelief before a breathless laugh slipped out. “Well.. that's quite a reminder about those legs of yours.” She muttered, shaking her head as she sat up and tried to steady her breathing. The sting on her temple still pulsed, but she couldn’t help the smirk creeping back onto her lips.

[lyannapelon]

Natasha lashed out with a kick like a spring that had been wound to its breaking point, catching Madeline across the temple with the very top of her ankle. Even in the midst of desperation Natasha had struck exactly as she had intended, showing off a level of precision that spoke volumes about her dedication to her craft, and while striking with her shin would have been a more devastating blow Natasha wasn't out to injure the Brit, merely force her to let go. The submission hold collapsed almost immediately with Natasha rolling over in the opposite direction of Madeline, dropping down onto her hands and knees with a deep sigh of relief.

"Would a dinner be out of the question? I can tell you all about my legs so you won't forget again." The mention of her legs inspired Natasha to try out a new maneuver, one that required her to start rising back up to her feet or at least thats what it would appear she was up to. However this was just to give her room enough to gain momentum as she planted her hands back down upon the canvas and swung her body around like a break dancer. Her legs would part during the swing before snapping shut around Madeline's body, one pressing back against her neck while the other pressed into the small of her back, Natasha then twisting her body to force her rival to bend backwards while she sat down upon the ring and reached around Madeline, one arm hooking between the woman's legs and the other trying to secure the arm nearest her underneath her armpit.

[Lightman]

Madeline was still shaking off the aftershock of the kick, her head ringing faintly as she steadied herself on one hand and blinked away the daze. She could feel the tender pulse at her temple, a reminder of just how precise Natasha’s strike had been. “You’ve got good aim for someone flat on her back.” She quipped with a half-laugh, emerald eyes narrowing on her opponent as she rose to a crouch. The Brit’s focus sharpened again the moment Natasha spoke, the cheeky mention of dinner drawing a smirk from her lips. Brushing the sweat from her brow, she took a cautious step closer. But the subtle shift in Natasha’s movements didn’t go unnoticed, and Madeline’s instincts kicked in just a beat too late to save her.

What looked like a simple attempt to stand turned into a blur of motion, and before Madeline could react, those deceptively strong legs swung up and around her. “You’ve got to be joking-” she gasped, but the words broke into a strained sound as Natasha’s thighs snapped shut around her body. The pressure forced her to arch backward, one leg pressing against her neck, the other digging into the small of her back as her body was bent into a compromising position. She felt the Frenchwoman’s arm hook between her legs, the other locking down on her arm in a deft, technical grip that wrenched her balance away completely. “Ghn!” she hissed through gritted teeth, her muscles tensing as she fought to breathe against the tightening hold. “If this is your way of asking me out, you might want to work on your bedside manner.” Even as the pain started to creep through her spine and shoulder, Madeline’s grin remained defiant, her green eyes flashing up at Natasha with stubborn, playful fire.

[lyannapelon]

"Well I'd hope so!" Natasha replied plenty loud enough for the microphones at ring side to pick up her voice, but the words that followed after came in a whisper, meant for Madeline and Madeline alone. "In this league one must be an expert on their back after all~"

Her playful words gave away no hint of what she intended to do the next even as her muscles tensed up in preparation for the strike to come, Natasha weary about giving anything away with how sharp her rival's senses were. One could only hide so much however so if she wanted to get ahold of Madeline she knew surprise was the key. Her tried and true techniques wouldn't cut it, she had to throw something at the Brit that she would never expect from the French wrestler. It was a risk, quite a big one given how quickly Madeline could turn things around on her if she slipped up even a little, but one that was well worth taking given the prizes at stake.

Springing forth in a blur of motion Natasha brought her hands down to the canvas and swung herself around in a move inspired by capoeira, her long legs snapping shut around Madeline like a bear trap! Her shin would press down just hard enough to keep Madeline from escaping her grasp but not enough to choke her out as that just wouldn't do, her other leg would keep its knee firmly in the back even though pain wasn't the goal, Natasha just needed her well and truly trapped before she could have her fun.

"You're right I should, lets start with this..." Natasha would make the most of this moment and bring her lips down to the breast almost pressing against her face, warming the nipple up as she captured it within her mouth, sucking both it and the surrounding areola with a greedy enthusiasm. That wouldn't be all either as she sought to pay Madeline back for before, securing those legs with one arm while the other slipped down to run its fingers over Madeline's crotch, a light teasing before Natasha tugged aside those bottoms just enough for two of her fingers to plunge past the labia and into the warm folds within for an expert dance.

[Lightman]

Madeline gave a breathless laugh at Natasha’s cheeky retort, the sound caught somewhere between amusement and exertion. “Heh, that doesn’t surprise me one bit!” She shot back, her voice low and teasing but with a sharpened undertone that hinted she was ready for whatever came next. Her skin still glistened under the lights, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as she kept her eyes locked on the Frenchwoman. But even as she tried to read Natasha’s body, there was a flicker of something different this time, an unpredictability in her movement that set off warning bells in Madeline’s mind. She shifted her stance slightly, muscles coiling in anticipation, but the strike came faster than she could react.

The blur of motion that followed caught her completely off guard. Natasha’s body moved like liquid fire, hands meeting the mat before her legs whipped around in a dizzying spin that would have made a capoeirista proud. Before Madeline could even think to dodge, her head was caught tight between the other woman’s thighs, her body bent and pulled into the trap. Her green eyes widened briefly, fingers clawing at Natasha’s legs as she struggled to find leverage. The pressure wasn’t enough to choke her, but it pinned her perfectly in place, every attempt to shift only tightening Natasha’s control. “Bloody hell…” she hissed under her breath, half in disbelief, half in grudging admiration. “…you really don’t play fair, do you?”

Her words turned into a shaky gasp as Natasha’s lips found her skin, the warmth of her mouth wrapping around her nipple before she could even steady her breath. The sensation drew a startled sound from the back of Madeline’s throat, her body arching against the hold in reflex as her pulse kicked up another notch. “You cheeky little-” she started, the words breaking into a soft, involuntary moan as her rival’s fingers joined the assault, slipping past fabric and finding their mark! The Brit’s breath came faster now, each one shuddering through clenched teeth as she fought to keep her composure.

[lyannapelon]

That little remark about fairness earned Madeline a further wounding of the spring that was the blunette's body, further digging her knee into the Brit's kidney while her other leg clamped down onto her neck. With a little adjustment this hold could be made to choke out her lovely dance partner but not only would that not win her the match it would also be rather boring, a trait that no one would be able to apply to their match so long as she had anything to say about it! In fact there were a few words on the tip of her tongue for Madeline, although the Brit's naked mounds were far too tempting to ignore, so she filled her lips with one Mad's tits instead.

For several long moments the only sounds coming from Natasha were the enchanting sloshing as she suckled lovingly, her saliva dripping past her lips to spread all over the breast despite how tight her lips were sealed to the areola. The squelching of fingers dancing in, out, and all about Madeline's pussy joined the chorus next with Natasha savoring every second of her time with her trapped rival. Eventually she would need to rest her tongue and catch her breath, her teeth tugging on the nipple until she let it go with an incredibly satisfying plop. Only then did she answer her. "All is fair in love and war Mads, besides we both know you're loving this~"

[Lightman]

Madeline grit her teeth as Natasha’s knee drove deeper into her side, her body trembling under the strain, the grinding pressure radiating through her ribs and spine. Each breath came tight and uneven against the pressure on her neck, the tension in her muscles burning like fire beneath her skin. The strain of the hold was maddening, forcing her into a precarious half-bent sprawl that left little room to manoeuvre. Natasha’s teasing only fuelled the Brit’s stubborn resolve, her green eyes flashing with defiance even as the other woman’s lips closed greedily around her breast. The warm pull of lips on her breast made her shiver despite herself, the sound of wet, hungry suction filling the air between them. “Nhh…You really…don’t know when to stop showing off, do you?” she managed through gritted teeth, though her voice trembled more with heat than anger. Though her body was pinned, her mind was already calculating angles, searching for leverage where none seemed to exist. Then she found it - a narrow window, but enough. “All’s…ahhhh…fair, you say?” she breathed out, her voice low and rough but laced with a smirk. “Then… you won’t mind me…returning the favour!”

With a sharp inhale, Madeline planted her right foot firmly against the mat, twisting her hips toward Natasha and leaning hard into her opponent’s trapped frame. The movement was sudden and forceful, her body shifting with all the strength of her core as she sought to roll them both over, reversing their positions in one fluid motion. With her on top, Madeline wasted no time ensnaring Natasha's right leg between hers, squeezing the strong thigh between hers, forcing the Frenchwoman’s legs open in a spread. Madeline bore down, the pressure through her hips keeping her steady, the compromising hold made even worse once Madeline's free hand moved between Natasha's dangerous thighs and sought to slip her fingers deep inside to continue the work she had already started. “How’s that for fair play?” she murmured with a breathless grin, sweat glistening down her collarbone as she leaned closer.