Mirewyn Thornveil (D) vs Freezer Katakura - "Entwined in the Cold"

[DJPow]

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Win by Pinfall, Submission or KO
Hentai allowed

Mira Wynther sat on the bench of the locker room with her elbows on her knees, fingers laced loosely together, breathing slow and controlled. The distant rumble of the crowd seeped through concrete and steel, the arena itself a monument to man's thirst for lust and violence, all of it destined to culminate in that ring tonight. Was she nervous? Yes. There was no point denying it. This was her first time stepping into a ring that mattered, but beneath the nerves was something even heavier. Anticipation, knowing that tonight would be her first opportunity to prove that nature always triumphed. And, perhaps more selfishly, the quiet thrill of knowing that soon, someone else’s balance, breath, and body would be pressed slowly, deliberately, against her will.

“Grow,” she murmured to herself, barely louder than a breath

Mira slipped into her gear and headed towards the gorilla position. By the time she reached the curtains, the name Mirewyn Thornveil had already settled deep within her bones. The music crept in first. The lights dimmed, then washed the stage in deep violet and verdant green. A hush rippled through the crowd as curiosity took hold over them.

Entrance Theme: Blackbriar - Cicada

Mirewyn Thornveil

Mirewyn stepped through the curtain without hurry as green and purple lights swirled around her. She did not raise her arms. She did not play to the crowd. She simply walked down the ramp as her half-lidded eyes surveying the terrain where tonight's battle would take place. Her lush green hair constantly veiled one eye even as she slid under the bottom rope, adding an unsettling edge to her calm, collected demeanor.

She crept to her corner and leaned back against the turnbuckles, one arm draped over the top rope. Her violet eyes drifted across the ring, attentive, curious, already imagining how another body might feel trapped there with her. The noise of the crowd faded to background static as she focused inward, breath slow, posture relaxed but ready, her bare feet sinking into the canvas as if taking root. “Step into the briar, my lovely opponent, whomever you may be” she whispered softly to the empty ring, “You're mine once you do.”

[BlackAkuma]

Freezer Katakura was not in the best of moods.

’Angry’? She wouldn’t use that word. Too extreme. She couldn't recall the last time she had been ‘angry’ about anything. ‘Perturbed’ would be more apropro. ‘Irritated’. ‘Distressed’. The sort feeling one gets when a fly lands on a meal that was just served to you. When there’s an itch on the bottom of your foot, and you’re in no place to take off your shoe.

Not much could get under the skin of Freezer Katakura, but one of the big ones? Having her daily kiss denied.That was precisely what happpened today. Anyone familiar with Freezer and her matches could hazard a guess as to why, too, without even seeing the woman herself. All they would need to do was look at the ringside area, and notice who was there - or, more specifically, who wasn’t there. Typically, a section of the crowd would be occupied by a giggling gaggle of girls, the ‘Katakura Kiss Club’. Her most ardent fans, all of whom waited near the barricades of all her matches in the hope, however small it might be, that their idol would deign to give them a kiss. It was a staple of all her matches. An unspoken requirement.

But not today. Today, her group of groupies had been accosted before they could even get to the ring. The long made short of it was that they had gotten into an altercation with another group of fans before they reached their seats. Someone had badmouthed Freezer, calling her a ‘friged old goat’, reportedly, and well….

They hadn't taken it well. Punches were thrown. It was probably a good thing that none of them possessed sharp objects.

It was unfortunate, and it meant that, for tonight at least, she wouldn’t be able to select from her usual crew, that there would be no one waiting for her on her way to the ring. As her

and the lights dimmed, the smile on her face was a little smaller than usual. She did her best to keep up appearances as he descended the ramp, but she couldn't help her glance of disappointment. It was etched on her face as she made her way up the stairs, slipped through the ropes, and had her first full look at her opponent.

Then, it vanished.

Whatever dark mood Freezer had instantly vanished the moment she laid eyes on her lovely foe for the evening. ‘Mirewyn Thornviel’. With a name like that, she shouldn’t have been surprised by the woman’s elfish theme, but even so, she was taken aback by how much her outfit leant to it. The vines, the colors, the hair - it was like a tree had come to life to take her on, and had chosen a fetching form. She stood in stark contrast to Freezer’s own

, a fact that their bookers had no doubt taken into account.

A beautiful woman, all in all, and that gave Freezer an idea. With a slim, growing smirk, she strode towards the woman with one hand on her hip and held up in peace, trying to put Mirewyn at ease for the time being. ”Pardon me,” She spoke in her honeyed voice as her music died down, soothign and sweet. ”But I was wondering if you might be willing to help me with a small matter. Typically, there’s a group of women waiting for me as I come down the ramp, one of whom I always kiss.” She gestured towards the empty seats. ”But due to certain circumstances, they won’t be joining us tonight. And I’m such a stickler for tradition.”

Freezer took a step closer, daring to play at the edge of Mirewyn’s personal space. She made no threatening moves, but the look in her face held nothing back - hunger, lust, longing. She had never been shy when it came to her desires. ”Would be willing to fill in for them tonight? A single kiss.”

[DJPow]

Mirewyn had been watching her long before she reached the ring.

From her corner, perceptive eyes followed Freezer Katakura’s entrance with quiet interest, noting the subtle tension beneath the polished, icy demeanor. Disappointment, perhaps, but not directed at her she didn't think. They hadn’t even met eyes yet. When they finally did, Mirewyn felt it immediately, that subtle shift in the air as curiosity sharpened into intent. She straightened just slightly as Freezer approached, uncoiling enough to acknowledge her presence.

Her violet eyes flicked briefly toward the empty seats Freezer indicated, then returned to the woman standing just inside her space. Mirewyn listened without interruption, head tilted faintly as though studying a new botanical specimen. When Freezer stepped closer, she didn’t retreat. She let the space close. Let warmth and chill press together. When the request was made, her lips curved into a slow, subtle smile.

“Tell me,” Mirewyn said softly, her voice low and textured, intimate without being loud, “are you always this greedy before a match?”

She pushed herself off the turnbuckles and took a single step forward, meeting Freezer’s proximity rather than yielding to it. Her gaze dipped briefly to Freezer’s mouth, then returned to her eyes.

“I don’t mind traditions,” she continued, unhurried. “I have many of my own.”

Mirewyn took Freezer's hand in her own, and lifted the other to rest two fingers lightly beneath Freezer’s chin, just enough to guide without force, like a vine ensnaring its next victim.

“Some of which,” she added quietly, “I’m very much looking forward to subjecting you to in this ring.”

Then she leaned in and kissed her.

It was slow, deliberate, and excessively self serving. Mirewyn didn’t rush to take, letting the moment linger as the crowd roared around them over the sultry surprise. She felt the coolness Freezer carried, a chill that by nature should have repelled her, threatening the inner fire that fueled life. Instead, it felt strangely pleasant against her own warmth. When she finally drew back, it was only an inch, lips close enough to promise more if she wanted it.

“There,” Mirewyn murmured, breath calm and steady. “Just a small sampling of what Nature has to offer"

[BlackAkuma]

Freezer liked the way Mirewyn looked, but she knew better than to be swayed by such things. After all, looks could be quite deceiving, and in LAW, they often were. While the roster had no end of beautiful, bountiful women, so many of them a treat to the eyes, a sadly smaller fraction of them truly interested her. Yes, she would kiss them all in a heartbeat - she was never picky about such things. But the roster was brimming with impostors. Posers. Women who had the look of fire, but carried none of the heat.

But where, oh where, on that scale did Mirewyn fall? An intriguing question. Come hither, Ms. Thornviel.

Freezer held her ground as the nymph made her way closer, moving with an ethereal grace. Her smile was an interesting one, but not so much as the words that came out and the way in which they were delivered. Honeyed, sweet, soothing - a voice like that was made to moan, and Freezer quivered as her imagination ran wild. Moreover, she said the most enticing things, and she could tell right away that they were on the same wavelength. What came next was no surprise at all.

A kiss, but into merely a kiss. Freezer’s lips had grazed hundreds, perhaps thousands. She could likely qualify for some world record if she actually cared about such things, and she could remember them all with crystal clarity. So it was no small thing to say that Mirewyn was among the best kissers she had ever encountered - top ten, easily. Perhaps even top three. She would have to sit down for an afternoon of thought to be sure.

Their lips fit as if they were made for each other. Mirewyn took her time. Not too eager, but she didn’t make Freezer do all the work, either. Not light, but hardly heavy. She knew the value of making the other woman want more, giving just enough to whet the appetite.

And she could’ve taken more. Freezer was sorely tempted to kiss her again after they parted way, but she resisted the urge. After all, they had all the time in the world to grow acquainted, and pacing was important.

”’A small sampling’. Lovely.” She ran her tongue over her lips, making sure she didn’t miss a drop of Mirewyn’s taste. ”But winter is coming, Mirewyn, and winter doesn’t just take a sample of nature. It takes everything.” Freezer gave Mirewyn’s hand a tender squeeze with her cold fingers, before stepping back, back, back until she was in her corner. Her eyes never left Mirewyn. Not for a second. ”Let’s begin.”

The referee looked between them, shrugged, then called for the bell, filling the arena with its echoing gong. Freezer didn't react, not at first, but she came strolling out of the corner a moment later and lazily slipped into her traditional grappling stance. With slow, deliberate steps, she began to circle around the ring, keeping her distance…or appearing to. But she closed the gap with every step, making the circle tight, as she waited to see if Mirewyn would take the initiative.

[DJPow]

The bell rang, and the noise of the crowd rose with it.

Mirewyn stepped out of her corner with quiet confidence, bare feet gliding over the canvas as she closed the distance between them. She didn’t rush the approach. Her posture stayed loose, almost casual, as she watched Freezer circle, tracking the rhythm of her movement and the way her arms shifted with each step.

As the gap between them closed, Mirewyn shifted her stance and raised her hands, palms open, fingers loose rather than clenched. But once Freezer drifted close enough to be within distance to strike or tie up, Mirewyn reached out and caught her wrist.

The grip was firm, fingers wrapping around the forearm as Mirewyn guided the arm across her own body. In one smooth motion, she stepped to the side and slipped behind Freezer’s shoulder, turning her hips as she rotated the captured arm inward. Mirewyn stayed close, chest brushing against Freezer’s back as she drew the arm up behind her, attempting to fold it into a standing hammerlock.

“Winter does have a funny habit of creeping up on you,” Mirewyn said calmly as she pressed the wrist higher, her other palm rested between Freezer’s shoulder blades, applying steady pressure. She adjusted her footing, planting herself behind Freezer and leaning in just enough to tighten the lock. “But spring always comes,” she added softly, her voice near Freezer’s ear as she wrenched the arm a little higher along her spine, testing for that first hint of creeping discomfort from her foe.

[BlackAkuma]

Closer. Closer. Step by step.

As the gap between them grew smaller with each passing second, Freezer took the time to look over Mirewyn’s body with more than lust and wanton desires. A solid, admirable form, all over. She was especially impressed by those abdominals - as a woman who’d put no small amount of time into her core over the past couple of years, she knew that such definition didn’t come overnight. You could break ice on those abs.

The bare feet were an interesting choice, too. A striker, perhaps? You could never be too sure. Her form was compact, tight, solid. While Freezer was the larger woman between them, Mirewyn was no lightweight. What would she try? Closer and closer and closer-

The movement came, swift as the summer wind, as Mirewyn lashed out and snagged Freezer by the wrist. In a deft movement, her foe twisted about, came around behind her, and trapped the Ice Queen into a tight hammerlock, all with the sort of practiced ease that only came from years of in-ring experience. Good technical skills on this one.

Freezer enjoyed a soft laugh at the situation, then another laugh as Mirewyn spoke, throwing another verbal jab her way. Well-timed, and she would throw a response sooner or later, but for now, she focused on escape. She just needed an opening, something she could work with…

There. Mirewyn’s voice in her ear was utterly delicious, but it also told Freezer precisely where her head was. She reached, wrapped her arm around the woman’s skull, pressed it to her shoulder, then threw her upper body forward all at once in a single, powerful motion, attempting to pull her opponent over her and send her rolling away, dislodging the hammerlock in the process.

[DJPow]

The hammerlock wasn’t meant to cause significant damage, not yet anyways. Its purpose was to slow things down, gauge her opponent, and get as up close and personal as she could from the start. But perhaps Mirewyn had been a little too gentle with her probing, as Freezer seemed almost unbothered. Freezer’s forward drive caught Mirewyn off guard just enough. The Ice Queen’s motion surged through her, forcing the hammerlock to give way as Mirewyn’s center of gravity was pulled forward. She felt herself tipping, momentum carrying her over Freezer’s bent frame, and in an instant, the mat rushed up to meet her.

Yet Mirewyn did not crash. Grappling training had taught her how to flow with force. As she flipped, she tucked her chin, rolled through the motion, and used her momentum to land lightly on her feet, sliding into a low crouch like a leaf skimming a pond. Her green hair swung across her face, but her violet eyes were already scanning Freezer, body loose but ready.

“Not bad,” she said softly, a hint of amusement in her voice as she straightened, shoulders easing back into position. “But it’s going to take more than that to unroot me.”

Mirewyn took a careful step back and flexed her stance. She needed to soften Freezer first, to coax that chilled body of hers into revealing openings she could exploit. She wasn’t a striker, but nature had taught her patience, timing, and adaptation.

With that in mind, she lunged forward, feinting a kick toward Freezer’s side. The motion was deliberate enough to draw a reaction without committing fully to a strike. The instant Freezer shifted even slightly, Mirewyn pivoted her hips, arcing her leg downward to hook the back of Freezer’s knee instead. She attempted to sweep the leg with her foot, hoping to unbalance her opponent and send her crashing toward the mat, all while keeping herself low and ready to transition into a follow-up hold the moment Freezer hit the canvas.

[BlackAkuma]

At first, all seemed well. Freezer’s plan was a simple, but effective one, her favorite kind. She was going to pull Mirewyn over, dump her on that pretty little backside of hers, then catch her with a sleeperhold and pour on the pressure—a fine way to start the match with her in the driver’s seat.

Good, in theory. In practice, Mirewyn turned about to be a touch more adroit than she’d bargained for.

Freezer Katakura was rarely caught off guard, but seeing Mirewyn counter the snapmare with a flip like that did the trick. The deft move surprised her, and even earned some well-deserved but desperate applause from the crowd. Her gaping mouth reformed to an impressed smirk, as Mirewyn spoke and teased her once again. She was quite good at that. ”A good thing, then, that I’ve plenty more to give.”

She was eager to prove as much, too, and stepped forward with her arms raised, looking for another try at the collar-and-elbow. Mirewyn proved to be a step ahead, however, as she lashed out with what Freezer interpreted as a low kick. Her body moved in preparation for a blow that never came, and by the time she registered as much, it was too late.

She felt the foot at her knee, felt it pulled at her base, and it was all downhill from there - literally.

‘Head over heels’. She’d never gotten the American expression, but she somehow felt it applied here, as she was sent into an awkward tumble. She brought her hands up at the last moment and kept from smacking her face into the canvas, but that was only a small relief, especially when she felt that constriction around her legs.

She looked down, and sure enough, she could see that Mirewyn was trying to work her magic, likely looking to transition into something. Not wanting to know what it was, she Freezer attempted pulling her leg free and slithering away, hoping she could get out of whatever Mirewyn planned before she locked it down.

[DJPow]

Mirewyn did not give Freezer a moment to breathe after the sweep. The instant her opponent hit the canvas and started to turn, Mirewyn followed her down, dropping her weight low and close, arms threading around Freezer’s legs before she could fully scramble away. Her movement was fluid and practiced, the kind that came from someone far more comfortable on the mat than striking from distance.

She scooped the near leg up and stepped through, turning her hips as she tried to lace Freezer’s legs together and sit back into a grounded figure-four leglock. One calf was pinned against her ribs, her forearm tucked tight behind the knee as she leaned back, attempting to cinch the hold before Freezer could straighten out. It was early to hunt something decisive, but even a few seconds in the joint lock could slow her down, start to sap confidence, and build the quiet, suffocating control Mirewyn thrived on.

But Freezer reacted quickly. Mirewyn felt the leg tense and twist, the heel slipping just enough to break her control. She adjusted and tried to re-seat the hold, but Freezer managed to yank her knee free and slither backward, hips scooting away as she escaped the worst of it. The figure-four was denied from fully locking in, and the connection dissolved between them.

Mirewyn released and flowed back to her feet in one smooth motion, a faint smile stilling tugging at her lips.

“You can keep trying to pull away all you like” she said calmly, licking her lips as she advanced a step. “But sooner or later, you’ll fail to slip away… and that’s when you're mine.”

As Freezer continued to retreat and reset, Mirewyn suddenly dropped her level again and shot in low, reaching for the ankle she’d just tried to trap, attempting a sharp ankle pick to drag her back down to the mat before she could fully regain her stance.

[BlackAkuma]

Submissions.

Mirewyn was a deft hand with submissions.

Though this match had already begun, Freezer had fought more than enough technical wrestlers to know a submission artist when she saw one, and this wood nymph was checking all the boxes. Most wrestlers didn’t go for submission holds that early. They typically came with strikes or slams, then moved into submissions near the middle of the match, either to weaken limbs or secure the victory. They used such moves as a supplement, something to complement their base offense. Freezer was much the same way.

But the way Mirewyn moved told her everything. After Freezer fell, Mirewyn was on her in an instant, trying to manipulate her limbs, pulling one over the other, threading - a figure-four? Oh, yes. It would’ve been effective one, too.

Thankfully, Freezer wasn’t going to find out firsthand - at least, not so soon. She slipped free before those jaws could close, denying Mirewyn her prize for the time being. From the look in her eyes, it wouldn’t be the last time she attempted.

Back on her feet, resetting. Freezer popped to her feet only a second after Mirewyn did the same in a smoother motion. Despite that brush with disaster, their smiles still mirrored each other, leaving no doubt as to her feelings. She was properly impressed. This was the sort of match she craved.

After a little taunt, Mirewyn came in once more, wasting little time. This time she went low, hunting her legs once more. She was too fast to avoid via retreating, so Freezer tried something more direct and shot her legs out behind her, putting them just out of the woman’s reach. At the same time, she fell on top of her opponent’s back, attempting to drive her into the canvas. Her arm came around Mirewyn’s skull, trying to keep her under control with the headlock.

”Maybe you will. Just maybe.” She applied a tight, unrelenting pressure, as her spare hand reached around and ran over Mirewyn’s backside with a soft caress. ”But not if I defeat you before that happens.”