Graduation Day

[BlackAkuma]

Freezer had worked alongside women like Zelda before. Bigger girls. The ones who get through matches by throwing their weight around. Most of the time it worked out well for them - size was a hard advantage to beat in wrestling, and it could often overtake skill. They would sling around smaller girls, power out of their holds, and just dominate…

…until they had to pick on someone close to their own size, who also had the experience to deal with them. Then, they faltered. They got tied up in knots. They were exposed. In her opinion, there were few things more amusing in wrestling than watching a dominator being turned into the dominated. Freezer lived for moments like that.

But her girls would never find themselves in such a situation, if she could help. Not Zelda.

It was easy to write the German off as the dumb muscle of the group, and to be fair, she could slip into that role easily, but Freezer knew better. The woman was sharp, intelligent. While E was the unquestioned brains of their quartet, all of them could be sharp when called to be, and Zelda was no exception. There was a cunning in her that the Ice Queen saw in herself, a devilish deviousness that served her well. It just needed a little coaxing.

So far, it seemed to be working well enough, with Zelda pulling out that slick transition into the hammerlock. Now they’d see what else the woman had in her war chest.

Freezer’s movement was simple. Before Zelda could capitalize on her position, she sought to reverse it, reaching up to pull her foe forward with a snapmare. A bare, basic move, one she’d drilled them on a thousand times. She would flip her over and take control again.

That was the plan. However, as Zelda flew through the air, she felt the woman grabbing her head, and in that moment, that solitary second, her brain worked and told her what was about to happen, along with the fact that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it.

”Oh.”

She managed to get out that single syllable before her face was rammed into Zelda’s shoulder, driven with the weight of her own snapmare. The impact traveled through Freezer’s body like lightning, and she shot straight up, her feet leaving the canvas for an instant as she went rigid, her eyes shot to the sky. For a heartbeat, it looked as if she might recover from the blow and stay on her feet, but no - her legs gave out, and she flopped flat on her back, arms wide and legs spread, as if she about to make a snow angel on the canvas.

And still, she smiled. A weak, weary smile, but a smile.

[HotWheels]

Bobbie was just starting to get her head back on straight.

The image of Freezer grinding down on Zelda's face was still burned into her retinas, still making her skin feel too hot and her thoughts drift to places they had no business going during what was supposed to be a professional training session. But she'd managed to shake off enough of the fog to resume her duties as the world's most enthusiastic corner woman. Bobbie watched with growing excitement as the German worked that hammerlock reversal - smooth, powerful - forcing Freezer down to one knee. "Yeah! That's it! That's-"

Then came the snapmare attempt, and Bobbie's enthusiasm faltered. She watched Zelda get flipped, watched her body rotate through the air, and for a split second thought she was going right back to losing her momentum. But then she saw it. Saw Zelda's hands shoot out and grab Freezer's head mid-flip.

"Oh shit!" Bobbie screamed, her voice cracking with excitement. "Get heeeer!"

The impact was beautiful. Freezer's face slammed into Zelda's shoulder, and Bobbie watched their mentor go rigid—completely stiff, feet leaving the canvas, eyes shooting skyward like she'd been hit by lightning. Freezer teetered. Swayed. Looked like she might recover. And Bobbie? Bobbie started banging on the canvas with both fists, rattling it hard enough to make the ring shake. "Fall! Fall! Fall!"

Freezer's legs gave out, and she flopped backward onto the canvas. Bobbie immediately threw both fists in the air. "See that?! That was me! You're welcome, Goti!"

Charlie shot her a look from inside the ring that clearly said that's not how physics works, but Bobbie ignored it completely. She was too busy watching Zelda push herself up, too busy seeing that sinister smile spread across the German's face - the kind of smile that promised violence and humiliation in equal measure.

"Use that big body!" Bobbie hollered, slapping the apron again for emphasis.

Zelda didn't need to be told twice. That wicked grin widened as she stepped over Freezer's prone form. For a moment, she just stood there, straddling their mentor's body, savoring the moment. Then she spun around so she stood behind Freezer's head... and dropped. Hard.

Zelda let herself fall like a ton of bricks, and Bobbie watched with wide-eyed glee as that thick, powerful body came crashing down. Zelda's chest - those massive airbags that Bobbie loved to joke about but secretly envied - slammed directly into Freezer's face with the full force of gravity and German engineering behind them.

The sound was deliciously meaty.

But Zelda wasn't done. Oh no. She grabbed Freezer's head with both hands and pulled, dragging their mentor's face deeper into her trench, trapping her in a reverse breast smother that had Bobbie's heart racing for entirely too many reasons - one of them? That Bobbie had tried that on Zelda exactly a week ago, and apparently, the woman had thought it good enough to utilize herself. Bobbie, almost speechless - almost - let out a few random exclamations that weren't exactly words and shook E until her girlfriend pushed her off.

She heard Zelda's voice, low and rough, muttering something to their trapped mentor. She couldn't make out every word since it was low and private, but she caught something about "payback" and "bigger here."

[BlackAkuma]

A cutter. Zelda had reversed her snapmare with a cutter.

Had she taught her that one? Freezer could not recall off hand. Her first inclination was to say that, no, she hadn't. After all, she tried to school her girls with moves they would be comfortable with, urging them to find their own style before they branched off and experimented. A move like that was more within Charlie’s wheelhouse. Perhaps E, too, if she were feeling adventurous. Bobbi might even be crazy enough to try it, regardless of how effective she would be.

But Zelda was more about brute force, raw power, crushing offense. A counter - and such a slick, effective counter, at that - wasn’t something she would’ve expected from the woman, much less in a pinch. And yet, there Freezer was lying on the floor as a headache worked its way through her skull. She’d got her.

She reeled on the canvas, groaning as Bobbi’s voice pounded into her skull. As funny as she found the woman’s Southernisms to be, she would be lying if she said that she didn’t wish there was a mute button she could press to drown them out, at least for a little while - they were the last thing she needed, right now. Freezer shook her head, clearing her vision, as her faculties came back all at once.

The first thing that caught her notice was Goti. All of Goti. She looked up to see the woman looming over, casting her foreboding shadow with a dangerous grin on her face, one that promised violence and lewdness in equal measure. Freezer’s alarm bells rang, and she began to sit up, knowing her time was running short.

Too little, too late. Before she had the chance to recover, Goti turned out and brought her chest crashing down across her face, recruiting gravity in her brutal efforts. Freezer’s body jolted up at the impact, went stiff as a board, then flopped back down in a lifeless heap, motionless and moaning.

And Zelda wasn’t getting up, either.

Freezer blinked with the darkness, puzzled for a moment, until she registered what her student was attempting to do, here. A breast smother. Her words confirmed as much: "The payback you deserve, because you know I'm bigger here.” A true statement, she would have to concede, her student already surpassing her in one way.

Silly as it was, Zelda’s breastsmother was effective, with her breasts creating a perfect, enveloping seal. Freezer planted her feet on the canvas and bridged to keep her shoulders off the floor to avoid the pin, but that wouldn’t get her face out of this sweaty chasm.

That hardly meant she was out of options, however. While Freezer would usually applaud such acts of carnal bravado, Zelda was making a small mistake - namely, putting an erogenous zone within reach of the best lips in the business. While she was famed for her French kisses, her mouth was capable of great mischief elsewhere on the human body. Like so.

Slow pecks. Licks. A little nibble, here and there. Within the shadows of Zelda’s breasts, Freezer began to work away on her mental defenses, as her cold touch chilled the woman’s heated skin. A particularly adventurous tongue even found its way underneath her top and began to circle around her most tender spot, circling like a shark around its prey.

[HotWheels]

E had gone silent.

Not because she had nothing to say but because she was completely enamored by the display before her. Almost as captivating to her analytical brain as the earlier lewd spectacle. Almost. But this? This was something else entirely.

She watched Zelda execute that cutter with clinical precision, and something clicked in E's mind. That counter, that specific reversal from a snapmare into a cutter, was exactly what E herself would have relied on in that situation. She'd drilled it countless times, perfected the timing, understood the mechanics. And she'd never seen Zelda attempt it. Not once. It worked brilliantly. Freezer went down like she'd been shot, and for a rare, unguarded moment, E's face lit up - not with her usual cool satisfaction, but with genuine brightness. Pride, even. They weren't just absorbing Freezer's lessons anymore. They were learning from each other.

Even more invested, E leaned into the ropes, so far forward that her long frame stretched over the apron, hands gripping the middle rope, her face only a couple of feet from the action... which meant she had a front-row seat to the breast smother, close enough to hear the exchange between Zelda and Freezer better than Bobbie could - though that wasn't difficult considering Bobbie wouldn't shut up. E's hand shot out and swatted at Bobbie's arm, sharp and precise, a way to say hush without words.

Freezer's struggles had started strong - bridging to keep her shoulders up, hands pushing at Zelda's sides - but they were fading now. E watched their mentor's movements slow, watched the desperation creep into her attempts to escape.

But then she saw... the other tactic to escape. Her hands started... touching. Exploring. Her mouth moved against Zelda's chest in ways that had nothing to do with breathing and everything to do with distraction.

E felt it. Felt the effect of what Freezer was doing ripple through her own body like sympathetic magic - heat crawling up her neck, awareness prickling across her skin, a sudden acute consciousness of her own breasts, her own sensitivity. She shifted her weight, pressed her thighs together slightly, trying to ground herself.

But Zelda? Zelda's smile only intensified. The German leaned down, her mouth hovering near Freezer's ear, close enough that E could just barely catch the rough whisper: "You just make me stay here longer."

Shit. The confidence, the dominance, the ability to turn Freezer's own seduction tactics back on her without flinching. E wanted to borrow it. Needed to study it. Bottle it and learn how to deploy it herself with that same devastating effectiveness.

But even as she admired Zelda's control, E's sharp eyes caught the mistake forming. Zelda reached for Freezer's arms, clearly intent on pinning them down to eliminate any escape route. But in doing so, she leaned forward - just slightly, just enough - putting her upper body at an angle that left her head exposed. And as Zelda settled the breast smother deeper, clearly savoring Freezer's attention rather than shying away from it, E saw the opening their mentor would inevitably exploit.

The warning formed in E's mind with crystal clarity, and she opened her mouth to call it out-

"Zelda! Golova! Opasno! Ona khvatayet tebya-"

Oh. Fuck. The Russian spilled out before E could stop it, her native language overriding English in her moment of urgency. She caught herself halfway through, realizing her mistake, but the damage was done. Zelda understood approximately three words of Russian. Maybe four if E was being generous.

[BlackAkuma]

Freezer would be lying if she said this was wholly for the purposes of escape.

She didn’t like to play favorites. Each of her students was special in their own way, wonderful and bright and so unique. They attracted her in different ways. She found E’s intelligence and subtle seduction alluring. Charlie was unmatched in cuteness and her drive to improve despite her physical shortcomings was inspiring. Bobbie was an endless fountain of energy, even if the silly girl didn’t always know the proper way to actually use it.

But, while any good parent would say they loved all their children equally, the truth could be a little more complicated. There were precious few qualities a woman could possess that Freezer Katakura didn’t find attractive, but some did appeal more than others, and these breasts? Oh, she had wanted to get her hands on them for a while.

Or, rather, her lips in this instance. And teeth. And tongue. She took care to get her fill of every inch of, taking in all the tastes, the sensations, the heat of Goti’s body over hers. It made for an intoxicating, heady tonic, one that she could easily get lost in if she didn’t have more important priorities.

Judging from the reaction she received, the feeling was mutual. Instead of pulling away, Zelda was settling in. Comfortable. Confident.

Precisely as Freezer wanted.

This wasn’t merely about Freezery seeking her own pleasure, but a lesson in the perils that LAW could provide. Pleasure was a weapon. It could be used to dominate, true, but also distract. To make you forget important things, like what the rules were or what you needed to focus on, or how close your head was getting to a particularly dangerous spot…

She wasn’t the only one who seemed to realize it, too. While Freezer knew nothing of the Russian language beyond the sparse words she had picked up dealing with E, she knew the tone of a warning when she heard one. Zelda wouldn’t understand it, but it would only take a moment for a translation follow up. She needed to act, now.

It was all one, continuous motion. Freezer did a crunch, recruiting her abdominals to lift her upper body up and bring Zelda along for the ride. It wouldn’t be enough to earn her freedom entirely, but it would make the woman lurch forward, which was all she needed to spring the trap.

Freezer sincerely hoped Zelda enjoyed being between her legs, because she was about to find herself there, once more. Unlike last time, however, her experience would be notably rougher, as her legs wrapped around the German’s head - or where she anticipated it would be from her position - clamped tight, clutched the ankle behind her knee, and attempted to capture her with an inverted version of the figure-four headlock. A tight, deft move that would free Freezer from Zelda’s breasts, sadly, but give them both a wonderful view of each others’ asses.

She suspected Zelda would enjoy her view less, however. Being unable to breath could have that effect.