Natasha Vaughn vs. The Body - Beginner's Luck

[BlackAkuma]

The refrigerator door. Of all the stupid, silly things to get hit with. Lola wasn’t sure if she was angrier with Natasha for trying it, or herself for falling for it.

…no, forget that, she was definitely angrier with Natasha. She was saving all her hatred for this bitch.

It would be an easy fix, anyway, and Lola was already recovering from it when Natasha came rushing, moving with a burst of speed and purpose that caught the Body off guard. She spun her around, pushed her forward, and smacked her face against the marble top of the counter, giving her an unwanted taste of Clorox, while the redhead wrenched the spatula free from her hand.

To add insult to injury, the woman had the nerve to talk down to her in the process, barking orders like she was a cop. ”If you don’t get off me, you little…” Lola let out an enraged cry, planted her feet, and tried to drive hard backward, attempting to smack Natasha against the refrigerator in the hopes of breaking her hold.

[Nymph]

Natasha’s ruse with the refrigerator door, added to her quickness, was enough to take Lola by surprise and press the woman against the cold marble counter which would surely make a delight over the already furious woman. Then Blaze allowed herself to breathe in relief when after wringing Lola’s arm hard against her back the woman released her weapon, which fell to the floor with a metallic sound.

Nat didn’t have many plans from there on. She was so focused in eliminating the threat of an armed Lola that she wasn’t thinking beyond that point. And it was precisely during that moment of hesitance where the redhead was thinking what to do next when the Colombian came back, planting her feet with strength and pushing backwards, making Nat gasp in surprise as she was pushed back once again against the refrigerator, releasing Lola after the impact and leaving her more dazed than pained, but that wasn’t of any consolation.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola hissed as she was wrenched back in the hold, her arm forced up at an uncomfortable angle. While she doubted Natasha was going to do any lasting damage, she knew it wouldn’t be from lack of trying, but lack of skill - while she had only just met this woman, she didn’t give off the impression of some submission master. She was willing to bet their levels of training were fairly comparable.

The difference, of course, was drive. Killer instinct. Lola had it. Natasha didn’t.

That was made painfully obvious when she hesitated to make the most of the moment she’d created. If the positions were switched, Lola would be yanking at Natasha’s hair or clawing her back or trying to choke her out, but no - Natasha dithered, she hesitated, and her advantage was gone. Lola’s violent burst was enough to get her free, and from there, she would happily and freely turn the tables.

Her arm was a little numb from the hold, but she still had another one to use, and she was more than willing to employ. Lola spun about, lashed out with her fist, and tried to clock the redhead in the face with brutal backhand, looking to knock her off to the side and create some more space between them.

[Nymph]

The match had turned so catty Nat even doubted who the hell found this interesting, but surely LAW kept someone like that rival for some reasons so she must have her niche. Lola was out for blood, and Natasha had to stop her one way or another or this could turn into a very nasty business. However, being pushed and hit again against that refrigerator was a major setback, and while the redhead was dazed and confused after the hit Lola was left again to her own machinations. It was surprising how the woman could recover so quickly and start devising twisted plans. How easily those knavish ideas came to the Colombian’s mind spoke of what kind of person she was, or at least that was what Natasha thought.

All those thoughts were interrupted by a backhand to the head that was pretty effective in its intent. Suddenly everything went blurry for Natasha and she felt herself losing her footing. Her instincts yelled at her to fall gently and not hit her head against the counter. This was definitely too dangerous and she needed to put a stop to it, but for now she couldn’t do it as she was on her side, rubbing her head to try and get rid of that pain so she could move things back to the bedroom, but for now she was the victim all over again.

[BlackAkuma]

”Fuck!”

There was a reason that Lola didn’t throw many punches, aside from the obvious ones, and that was because she wasn’t terribly good at it. While she understood the basics, her hands were simply not meant for throwing, and every time she landed a good shot, she was given the painful reminder that, yes, the human skull was thick and hard and not at all pleasant to hit with your bare fist. There was a reason boxer wore gloves.

She hissed as she shook her hand, her fingers stinging, but it was worth the pain she incurred - Natasha was left stunned and open, giving her the best chance she could’ve asked for.

Lola took a step back, then launched herself forward and leaped, throwing her entire body at Natasha, pouncing on her like a tigress on her prey. Her goal was a simple one - she wanted to bring her opponent to the floor, leading into the living room area, and get on top of her to seize control once again. Bonus points if the woman got some rope burn in the process.

[Nymph]

Natasha wasn’t a fool and knew pretty well that going from club wrestling where most of the exchanges are based on rubbing against each other on a mat to pro-wrestling would surely imply harder moves and being hit more often, but getting hit by punches to the side of the head was more than what the redhead bargained for. Lola was upping the ante too much for her taste and that match couldn’t end soon enough.

Still reeling in pain and disorientation from the impact, Natasha was struggling to regain her footing when Lola charged with all she had to make sure the redhead wasn’t getting back on her feet any soon. In the momentum of the charge and subsequent mount both women were dragged to the kitchen’s exit and closer to the living room. It was there when Natasha realized that in order to win she had to resort to tactics like Lola’s. Seeing the Colombian’s unprotected breasts was a sign of where to go next, so making a claw out of her hands Natasha grabbed the woman’s mounds and dig in with her nails, squeezing Lola’s chest hard to finally show her that the time for fooling around was over.

[BlackAkuma]

Their bodies collided, but Lola didn’t get the better of the clash - not as cleanly as she would’ve liked. She would give Natasha some small credit and admit the woman was proving to be slightly less of a pathetic pushover than she seemed at first blush, but that wasn’t saying too much.

It wouldn’t matter, just as soon as she got her legs around the woman’s waist and had a good squeeze, which she was fairly close to doing. She just needed to move around, get her legs around the woman’s waist-

Lola shrieked as she felt the sharp pain in her breasts, so shocked that it actually took her a moment to properly process - Natasha was grabbing her tits, sinking into the tender flesh. Never being one to take pain, she howled and fell back as she desperately pushed at the woman’s face, trying to dislodge her

”Get off! Get the fuck off!”

[Nymph]

Natasha finally had accepted an undeniable truth, that in order to leave that match unscathed she would have to get catty the same as Lola was being with her. The redhead would have to steep low like her rival and go for some nasty deeds to keep the Colombian under control. Clawing at her rival’s smaller breasts was only a beginning but it seemed like Lola despite having the upper position in this exchange was under some deep distress. Maybe under all that bad bitch attitude she was as vulnerable as anyone.

Lola didn’t intend to take the punishment happily though. Instead she started pushing directly at Natasha’s face, proving to be an absolute nuisance. However, the redhead was resolute and didn’t let the Colombian ruin her momentum. Instead, Blaze would keep digging her nails in Lola’s breasts and wait for an opening, an instant the woman’s hands got close enough to Nat’s mouth so she could take a bite at it.

[BlackAkuma]

What Lola wanted, Lola got, and right now, what Lola wanted more than anything in the whole wide world was for the bitch to get her fucking nails out of her chest.

The tiny nails dug in like little daggers, sinking deep into her flawless skin, leaving indentations and threatening to do so much more. As much as she wanted to crush this woman and break her in half, the reward was simply not worth the risk at this point - it was like the redhead was waking up, as if her tiny flicker of a flame had decided to erupt into an inferno.

Lola wanted no part of it. She put up with the clawing for exactly three more seconds before she unfurled her legs and desperately crawled away from the woman, scrambling towards a table beside the sofa. There, she reached up, grabbed the lamp, and hurled it towards Natasha, desperate for anything and everything to keep this bitch at bay.

[Nymph]

Finally Natasha was speaking in a language Lola understood, and it appeared that the Colombian understood it pretty well since her distress was more than obviuos with all her thrashing and her pained grunts. There was some sort of cathartic feeling in getting some payback but Natasha remained focus in keeping her options for that match alive while maintaining herself safe from that devious woman.

Unluckily for Natasha, her grip on Lola wasn’t that strong and the Colombian resorted to a coward’s escape. Blaze wasn’t unhappy with that because that would mean Lola would stop with that bothersome pushing against her face. She sat on the floor and checked her face in search for anything Lola could have damaged, but she was fine. This, however, gave Lola just about the time she needed to crawl close to the sofa and devise her next move.

The next thing Blaze saw just when she was done checking her was something flying at her at great speed. She gasped in true fear and covered herself with her arms. A crash and an impact against her arms that sent an intense jolt of pain. Nat looked at the floor. Resting against the soft carpet was a table lamp that Lola had just hurled her. LAW staff was smart enough to buy it out of plastic so it wouldn’t break and they would have to deal with sharp shards, but that didn’t mean that weaponizing the house furniture was okay.

Natasha looked at that coward of a rival and then exploded. That was just too much and throwing the lamp had been the last straw. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!?!”, she exclaimed looking at Lola completely flabbergasted as she couldn’t even process the absurdity of what was going on, then it all turned in fiery rage. Blaze quickly ran at Lola and crashed against her, mounting the woman in a reckless move. Then she reached for something. The first thing she noticed was one of the sofa’s cushions. Even in a fit of rage she had better qualities as a human as Lola and didn’t want to really hurt her. That didn’t mean the redhead wouldn’t get a grab at the soft but firm cushion and start crashing it against Lola’s head, giving the Colombian one hell of a pillow fight. “Why must you be such a bitch?!?!?”