Stakes Rematch! Bandita vs Laxia von Roswell!

[CyanDimitrik]

That move was a good one. And Laxia undeniably looked good doing it. The bikini is doing some great work in making sure the eye stays focused on the lines of her body, the way it moves, her flexibility and finesse, her adorable little toes-- Bandita might be noticing more than just Laxia's physical prowess. The intimacy of bikini wrestling is an odd one, but it's the small things that marry admiration with affection for her. Their match is an undeniably personal one for all the best reasons.

It doesn't make her back hurt any less, though.

"Mngh." It's a gumbly sort of breathy wince that escapes the luchadora. She lost track of where Laxia was standing in the confusion of being flipped over, but when the teasing voice reaches her, it clears up any confusion.

Her head lifts quickly, wide eyes catching Laxia's form partially silhouetted with the sun behind her. The grin couldn't be helped any more than it could be subdued. "Why not?," she quips. "'De view is nice..."

Her own toes curl and fidget; a nervous tell with the teenager's flirting. It's not something she's used to doing, but her time spent as an entertainer as much as in the public eye as a wrestler helps keep the nerves subtle like that. But as she tries to collect herself, Laxia is already upon her, seizing her arm.

The teen is pulled to her feet, and her svelte figure spun around. Arms hiked upwards, hands joining against the nape of her neck likely just beneath the hairline, Bandita's head is pushed forward. But the most noticeable sensation at first is the inviting warmth and welcome pressure of Laxia's body against her. She'd gotten to feel the smoothness of the ginger's back against her front earlier, and now she can feel her toned belly and perky breasts forming against her skin, behind her shoulders.

If it weren't for the hold and the feel of her pressured weight against the back of her neck, Bandita might have pulled her head back to rest alongside Laxia's, to melt in the feel of her body. But another spike runs through her as she feels her body drawn taut in the hold; at first, a quick pang of embarrassment, the realization that she's fully taut in a bikini in front of an crowd! It's different when it's under her control! But also, the need to turn this match around, to satisfy her pride!

Laxia had proven she's been working on her game! Bandita can tell! But she doesn't want her to think she, by comparison, can't keep up! Or that she's less! Heck, she wants that top spot in their dynamic! Flirty and affectionate as they are, the competitiveness in Bandita insists there's something of a pecking order they're constantly competing for between just the two of them.

"You.. sure about 'dat?"

Her arms raised higher, reaching to the sky - and suddenly, Bandita drops her legs out from under herself, slipping her slender upper-half right through that keyhole of Laxia's arms. Her rear hits the mat, and the Latina rolls back onto her shoulders, scissoring her legs up above instead!

While in a handstand, her legs snatched for Laxia's neck with her calves! Then with a torque of the shoulders and spinning rotation starting from her head and flourishing at her legs, she attempts to spin Laxia off her feet and whip her down to the mat in a headstand hurricanrana!

[Letta]

“I bet this is quite a view, too...” Laxia whispered near Bandita’s ear, tightening her arms a little more. They must have made quite a sight, with Bandita’s arms held high and her exposed abs tensing as Laxia kept her firmly under control. Unfortunately, there was no big screen here. What a shame that she couldn’t properly admire such a rare sight herself! “Too bad I can’t see it for myself~.”

Instead, Laxia was keenly aware of Bandita in her arms. Her full, bikini-clad breasts pressed against Bandita’s upper back, while Laxia’s belly rested against her lower back. Whenever Bandita moved, her backside brushed Laxia’s upper thighs. To think Bandita had been enjoying this all by herself earlier. And the best part was that the match had only just begun. There would be plenty more opportunities to press close and clash with her like this…

Hm...? Had she become a little too absorbed in her own enjoyment? Bandita’s teasing challenge drew Laxia’s attention back. The arms caught in her hold reached higher, stretching straight toward the sky. Laxia gave a small, amused laugh. “Heh... what are you-” Before she could finish, however, Bandita slipped downward and out of her grasp. Suddenly, her arms were empty. Laxia hesitated with her hands still clasped together, seemingly unable to process what had just happened.

“Wah...!” Bandita’s calves swept up and caught her around the neck. Laxia hurriedly unclasped her hands and grabbed at the legs encircling her. She tried to work out how Bandita had escaped and what she was doing now, but everything was happening much faster than she could follow. As Bandita began to twist, Laxia’s upper body was pulled along with her. She tried to brace her feet, but the force of that rotation, carried through the legs around her neck, dragged her off course.

“W-whoaaa...!” The moment Bandita swung her body around, Laxia lost her balance entirely. The rotation pitched Laxia forward, sending her view of the ring tilting sharply. Before she could recover, her head struck the canvas!

“Nngh....!” A short grunt escaped her on impact. Laxia tumbled into a seated position, swaying from side to side as she struggled to steady herself. She tried to gather her bearings through the dizziness, but her earlier, confident smile was gone. Only moments ago, she had sent Bandita flying with the momentum of her own twisting body. Now, as though returning the favor, Bandita had answered with an equally clever counter and left Laxia sitting dazed on the mat...!