The Idol’s Challenge - Amika vs ??

[The_Queen]

Amika was still trying to shake the effects of the Trickshot when Bandita reached her. A hand closed around her wrist while another supported her around the waist, pulling the former idol away from the canvas before she had properly regained her bearings. Her boots found the mat, but her balance was still unsteady enough that she leaned against Bandita for support for a moment.

Then her feet suddenly left the canvas.

"Ah—!"

Bandita's arms locked firmly around Amika's waist and hoisted her several inches into the air. With her legs now hanging above the mat, Amika's eyes widened as she realized what was happening, but before she could properly brace herself, the luchadora tightened the bearhug around her already-punished midsection.

"AAAGH!"

The sudden pressure forces Amika's back arch and scream from the pain. Her hands immediately planted against Bandita's shoulders as she tried to push herself away, but with her feet suspended above the canvas she had almost no leverage to work with. The size difference that Amika had managed to work around earlier was suddenly being used against her directly.

The referee moved closer, watching for any indication that Amika wanted to give up, but Amika quickly shook her head. Rather than waste energy trying to overpower Bandita's locked arms, she began searching for another way out. She pushed down harder against Bandita's shoulders while twisting her hips from side to side, attempting to make herself difficult to hold securely.

"Nngh... let... go!"

When that wasn't enough, Amika changed tactics. She brought one forearm between herself and Bandita and tried wedging it against the luchadora's shoulder, hoping to create enough separation to loosen the squeeze. Her legs kicked beneath her at the same time, trying desperately to get even one boot back onto the canvas where she could finally use her own weight and balance.

But Bandita's grip remained locked.

Amika gritted her teeth and continued fighting, alternating between prying at the arms around her waist and pushing against Bandita's shoulders. Her movements became increasingly urgent as she twisted within the bearhug, desperately searching for the opening that would finally allow her to break free.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's absolutely exhilarating, the rush of feeling like you're physically overpowering an opponent on this level. Sure, she's won out in tests of strength before and hasn't run into many girls she can't actually lift, but this is different. It's difficult to not revel in it, to feel energized by the struggling, and to feel more encouraged to keep the pressure on!

Amika's hands plant to her shoulders and push, but Bandita doesn't yield. She feels the legs kick frantically for purchase, but it's not happening - no more than someawkward toe-scrapings. Six inches of height difference doesn't sound like much on paper, but in a situation like this, it might seem more momentous.

The hips twist, and Bandita reciprocates by pushing her hips tighter into Amika's. Then that jostling turns into a ragdolling side-to-side shake to disrupt the squirming and struggling for several seconds! When the shaking ends, she cants her head forward. "What?," she asks, her voice tight with the effort of squeezing the other girl. "I thought you were into hugs, no?"

It's not enough to maintain the pressure, though. Bandita wants to get the most out of this rare opportunity. She wants to feel Amika's body compressed into hers, tight enough to feel her heart beating, enough to feel her frame struggling to swell with breath. So with every exhale, Bandita cinches up the squeeze a little tighter, denying her more breath bit by bit.

After a few of those cinching squeezes, Bandita ratchets up the strain. Her arms dramatically tighten and her back arches inwards, focusing on crushing Amika's midsection into her own for several intense seconds and hoping to halt her breathing altogether! Whether she can muster that force over Amika or not is another question, but after those seconds, the pressure relaxes back to how it was before. Not out of mercy, but practicality. To not tire herself out too quickly, but also to give Amika the sense that she can gasp a few breaths.

...before arching her back and squeezing, trying to crush her body into her again. It's a staccato rhythm, far more brutish than anything Bandita would normally do. But it's intoxicating all around, the sense of crushing the girl, physically dominating her in the center of the ring, feeling her body against her in this way, the warmth of her skin where it meets. Her head tilts forward to try to avoid headbutts, bringing her face to tuck in against the side of Amika's neck; every breath that escapes her, a wave of heat against the idol's skin.

[The_Queen]

Amika's attempts to pry herself free quickly became less effective once Bandita started shaking her from side to side. Her legs swinging helplessly above the canvas, and whatever leverage she'd managed to create disappeared as Bandita repeatedly disrupted her balance. The playful comment about hugs barely registered before another crushing squeeze forced Amika's attention entirely back onto the hold, yelling from the continuous pain and pressure.

"AAAGH!"

Bandita's arms cinched tighter around her waist, compressing Amika's already-sore midsection and forcing another strained cry from her. When the pressure eased, Amika immediately sucked in a breath, only for Bandita to squeeze again before she'd fully recovered. The alternating rhythm was beginning to wear her down much faster than one continuous hold would have.

The referee remained close, waiting to see Amika is going to tab to end this reign of terror on her body. For the first time during the match, she was unsure she if she should.

Amika squeezed her eyes shut, teeth clenched as another wave of pressure ran through her back and abdomen. Her hand briefly lifted away from Bandita's shoulder, fingers hovering uncertainly. The thought of tapping crossed her mind. Her feet couldn't reach the mat, she couldn't overpower Bandita's grip, and every failed escape only seemed to invite another squeeze.

Then Amika opened her eyes.

"No...!" She yelled, showcasing her determination to try and shift this back around in her favor.

Amika stopped wasting energy prying at the bearhug and instead raised both arms. With Bandita's head tucked close beside her own, there wasn't much distance required. Amika spread her hands to either side of Bandita's head, braced herself through one more crushing squeeze, then suddenly swung both palms inward.

CLAP!

Amika attempted to smack both hands simultaneously against the sides of Bandita's head in a sharp bell clap, hoping the sudden impact would stun the luchadora long enough for those arms around her waist to finally loosen.

"Nngh... let me GO!"

Her hands immediately drew back, ready to strike with another bell clap if the first wasn't enough. With her body still trapped above the canvas, Amika was betting everything on forcing Bandita to drop her before the bearhug wore her down any further.

[CyanDimitrik]

Bandita was riding high on the adrenaline of the moment. And with the referee hanging close to them, the thoughts of Amika submitting to her in this hold started to burn into her mind like a hot iron. Wouldn't that be something? La Bonita Bandolera, squeezing another girl into submission! That'd be a feeling she'd keep with her a long, long time. And what a statement that would make with the management! Even with her own familia! Imagine the looks on their faces when they find out she squeezed someone into a tapout! That would be bragging rights for ages!

"Come on... come on..!"

She arches her back a little further, focusing hard on crushing the girl's belly against her abdominal wall. Pained sounds, gasping, groaning strains, all of it was music to her ears in this wild moment. And she could even expect to hear that refusal once or twice! But in the heat of the moment, she realizes she wants to see the defeat enter her opponent's eyes; that moment when her body gives out and self-preservation kicks in.

Her head tilts back, the hazel-green eyes gleaming with intensity, smiling with bared teeth. It's coming! She can feel it...!

Hands suddenly clap her ears. The effect is instantaneous and automatic. That focused look in her eyes vanishes into a dizzied blink, her feet having to quickly shift to maintain her balance. "Uwah.." Another clap. This one compounding with the first. Bandita immediately releases the idol and staggers back a couple steps. Her vision is swirling, her mind a fog, and her legs feel like rubber. She has never been subjected to the bellclap before, and this dizzying, nauseating sensation is impossible to wrap her head around.

Namely because that's what it effects the most.

The backwards staggers lead the svelte Latina to stumble into the ropes. Her right arm swings back, hooking the top rope to try to support herself while her knees seem hobbled, her head swaying.

[The_Queen]

The instant Bandita's arms finally opened, Amika dropped from the bearhug. Her boots hit the canvas first, but after spending so long suspended without any footing, her knees immediately buckled beneath her. She caught herself with one hand against the mat, the other wrapping around her aching midsection as she sucked in several much-needed breaths.

"Ngh... finally..."

She didn't stay down for long. Amika pushed herself back onto both feet, still hunched slightly as one hand remained against her stomach. The bearhug had done its damage; her back and midsection were throbbing, and every deep breath reminded her just how close she'd come to giving in. But when she raised her head and saw Bandita staggering backward toward the ropes, all of that discomfort suddenly became secondary. Her bell clap had worked even better than she'd hoped.

The sight brought the determination straight back into Amika's eyes.

Bandita was hanging from the top rope for support, visibly struggling to regain her bearings. Amika knew from experience by now that allowing her even a few seconds to recover was dangerous. She'd made that mistake once already, and Bandita had answered by nearly squeezing a submission out of her. So instead of standing around and celebrating her escape, Amika forced herself upright and started moving.

Her first few steps were noticeably slower, but they quickly transitioned into a run as she crossed the distance between them. Rather than go for another complicated submission immediately, Amika wanted to take advantage of Bandita being trapped against the ropes. She accelerated through the final steps, jumped, and turned her body sideways as both knees came upward.

"HAAAH!"

Amika attempted to drive both knees into Bandita's upper body with a running double-knee strike, intending to sandwich the luchadora against the ropes. She wasn't relying on raw strength this time; her speed and momentum would provide the impact for her. Whether the strike connected cleanly or not, Amika intended to land back on her feet and immediately grab Bandita's wrist before she could stumble away.

[CyanDimitrik]

Bandita was in no way prepared for a pair of knees flying at her. She wouldn't have been prepared for much of anything, frankly. But a set of knees racing towards her chest, there was nothing the luchadora could do about that. The image of Amika rushing forward is globular and distorted. The sound of her yell was muffled, like she was wearing a fishbowl helmet. But what wasn't dulled at all was the impact. A pair of knees collided with Bandita's defenseless chest, crushing her lungs.

"PUAAHH!" The girl lurches with the hit, eyes widened in shock and pain, a mix of sweat and spittle forcefully ejected from her. Her world was hazy and now, finding no oxygen left in her body, her mind races in a panic. The ropes had bowed sharply behind her at the impact, doing nothing but intensifying the collision - and then immediately propelling the girl forward.

She stumbles, soundlessly trying to force herself to breathe again. She might've fallen to her knees, but Amika has her by the arm. So instead, it's towards Amika! Her body slumps heavily against the idol, her head resting against her shoulder, her free arm loosely encircling her waist. No pressure or force this time, though! She's just trying to stay on her feet.

Then: a sharp gasp. Bandita sucks in air hard, and exhales again with a ragged pant, her fingers curling against Amika's spine. Her eyes rest half-open, cheek still resting against the shoulderblade, lips inches from her neck.