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...!

[CyanDimitrik]

It was always fun using that takedown. It meant the opponent had to be short enough to be caught by it, but it also always meant surprise. Hearing the confused noises from her rival - a savory feature of her wrestling style. Tricksy and adaptive as she is.

She feels Laxia's body hit the mat as much as she feels it happening. And Bandita's legs shoot into the air, pinwheeling to whirl her over and end her in a dazzling mobile handstand that ultimately leads to her feet touching down on the mat. Ultimately quicker than just scrambling to her feet, and using the same muscle groups she already had for bringing Laxia down.

Seeing the girl now seated and dazed, Bandita executes the most obvious move available in that moment. She sna Pl s the hips and delivers a sharp, low roundhouse to connect across her mid to lower back with the top of her foot and shin.

WHACK!

Just to keep her body shocked and involuntarily cringing! The damage wouldn't be nearly as severe as Bandita intends for her soon, but as far as aches and pains to keep a body guessing goes, it's perfectly suited to the task! And naturally, Bandita isn't finished with her! Shs's wanting to try something a little new with her! And if she stays put, she's in the perfect position for it!

Bandita races across the mat, bare feet slapping over smooth canvas, her mind occupied not only with the timing of this execution, but with hoping the audience enjoys the spectacle. And Laxia. It isn't enough to beat her, she wants her admiration. She wants her to be her fan, and girlfriend. Wrestling is so important, it's her life! Being able to share that, and knowing the one she cares about sees her in the best light in it... how amazing would that be?

The compliments-- err, more like flirts, really, were not lost on her. She just didn't have time enough to appreciate them. Her girl likes the idea of seeing her body stretched out? That exposed? The idea of it risks eliciting a blush, when she has a chance to really process it!

Her back pivots, and she commits herself to those ropes behind her. They stretch satisfyingly across her bare back, then snap forward to send the girl racing ahead once more.

It's only a glimpse of Laxia's form that she gets. But she looks good in a way she couldn't rationalize. Vulnerable. Vulnerable because of her. Ready to receive her.

Bandita throws herself forward, catching the mat with her hands. Her lithe body twists into a roundoff handspring, corkscrewing into the air as she nears Laxia - and she leads feet-first at the last second, both aimed to hammer down against her chest just inwards of her shoulders. A handspring double stomp, meant to drive Laxia's body down hard into the mat on her back, her heels in her chest.

"Yaahh!"

[Letta]

Still seated and swaying, Laxia squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again. Once, then once more. She wanted the world to stop spinning. Even with a hand braced against the canvas, her vision seemed to lag a beat behind whenever she moved her head. She needed to pull herself together. Bandita wasn’t going to wait. She needed something to clear the fog in her head all at once, like plunging her face into cold water. Something...

“Aaaah...!!” Bandita’s foot lashed across her lower back. Laxia’s eyes flew open, her face twisting in pain as her head lifted and her body arched.

Not like this...!

It certainly woke her up. Just not in the way she had wanted. Reaching behind herself, Laxia pressed a hand to where the kick had landed. She had no room to appreciate the irony of finding herself in the same position Bandita had occupied moments earlier. A short groan escaped her as she pressed her palm against the lingering sting.

But Bandita didn’t even give her time to recover from that. By the time Laxia lifted her head to find her opponent, she was already racing across the ring. The ropes stretched and sprang back, sending Bandita hurtling toward her once more. Laxia took her hand from her back and braced herself. Another attack was coming. This time, she had to read it and react. Yet the moment Bandita threw herself forward and planted both hands on the canvas, Laxia hesitated.

Which way...?

Planting her hands didn’t slow Bandita down, it simply sent her momentum in an entirely different direction. Her lithe body flipped, twisted, and sprang into the air. Laxia followed the movement with her eyes. She was trying to read the attack, but it was also difficult to look away from such quick, fluid acrobatics. Should she raise her arms to block, or roll aside? Before she could decide, Bandita came out of the rotation with both feet aimed squarely at her chest.

“What..? Waaah...!!”

The price of that hesitation came immediately. Laxia tried to bring her arms up, but she was already too late. Both feet struck her chest, knocking the breath from her. Her upper body was driven backward, her back and shoulders crashing into the canvas with a heavy thud. Her body bounced once from the impact. For a moment, her torso lifted as though she were trying to sit up again, only to fall back against the mat as the rebound subsided.

“Uuugh...”

Laxia groaned, clutching her chest with both hands. She tried to inhale, cut the breath short, then gradually worked to steady her breathing. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into the bright sky instead of across the ring. Only then did it fully register that she had been knocked flat. Moments ago, she had intended to make Bandita wrestle at her pace. Now, even keeping up with her opponent’s movements felt difficult. Laxia tried to turn her head to find Bandita, but the pain in her chest and back made her grit her teeth first.

[CyanDimitrik]

Bandita's slipstream offense had made a comeback. Though the two were coming into this match with a very distinctly different mindset from their first encounter, there was no shortage of the tenacity and aggression in either side - at least from Bandita's perspective. And she reveled in that. No matter how close they became, no matter how far they may fall for one another, she'd never want to lose the excitement and exhilaration she feels wrestling with her. The adrenaline surging as she handsprings, the artistry of her attack, the way the audience goes heckin' bananas at the display, it's all worthwhile! And the way that Laxia's body feels underfoot is somehow so much more risque than kicking her with a boot! And the sounds she makes when receiving that devastating stomp, something that any rational person would hate to be on the receiving end of, it was incredible. Laxia would never be able to appreciate the rush it brings her, feeling and hearing her upon receipt of a hard hitting technique!

She doesn't afford herself time to languish in it. She can't, really. Her body is still in motion, riding out the momentum of the stomp. Upon Laxia's back flattening against the mat, Bandita's knees dip and the girl drops into a seamlessly smooth roll, popping up again to full height with arms thrown wide, head tipped back, and beaming a bright smile at the receptive audience. Her right hand comes in against her lips, and - muah~! - a blown kiss! Then for good measure, a blown kiss to the left as well!

"Ahahah~! Hola, mi banda!"

With precise backwards sweeping steps on nimble feet, she twirls her way to Laxia's side.

"We loved dancing together so much, we had to go for a second date!"

Arms raise over her head, elbows slightly bowed as her hips roll in rhythm with an unheard beat, her eyes shutting confidently in bliss. The smooth rocking of her hips and tightened abdominal muscles on display make it reminiscent of both a rumba and bellydance, feet stepping in a gracefully tight circle.

Until her back is turned to Laxia again, and her arms swing down sharply. When they swing up again, the bikini-clad Latina pops into the air in a snappy backflip, legs spread and arms reaching high over her head to pull her body - specifically the midsection - taut for a crash landing across Laxia's unprotected belly. If successful, the standing moonsault will land her directly stomach across stomach, abdominals meeting abdominals.

Which is something she's been thinking about ever since finding Laxia in her dressing room, seemingly drawing a hand over her bare stomach. Those smooth, honed muscles, doing absolutely nothing to take away her beauty, grace, or femininity, a frequent target of the night. Bandita couldn't get that image out of her head. And from that, the memory of feeling Laxia's stomach against hers, the softness of her skin with the tightness of her abs behind it, the way it felt against her own. She was itching to rekindle that feeling. And she absolutely saw her opportunity to find that moment again - this time guilt-free. With the full internal acceptance that she loves the feel of the smooth warmth and definition of Laxia's midsection. Especially pinned beneath hers.

[Letta]

The crowd’s cheers grew louder as Laxia hit the mat. Still dizzy, she tipped her head back and caught an upside-down glimpse of Bandita blowing kisses to the audience. That easy smile, those dancing steps as she made her way back over... honestly, Laxia would have liked to keep watching. But they were still in a wrestling ring. Letting herself get distracted again was only asking for trouble...! “Hah... hah...” Laxia let her head rest flat again and tried to steady her breathing. With the blue sky filling her vision, she struggled to think past the pain and work out her next move.

Bandita would surely go for something flashy again. If she climbed a turnbuckle, Laxia could use that time to recover, then move out of the way when she jumped. Or perhaps she would try to pull Laxia to her feet? That could offer an opening, too. Either way, this time she needed to read the move and react. Before she could finish weighing those possibilities, however, a shadow blocked out the sun. What...? Bandita hadn’t headed for the corner or reached down to grab her. She had launched herself into the air right beside her, flipping gracefully overhead. By the time Laxia realized what was happening, Bandita was already descending toward her, stomach-first.

“Guh...!!” The impact drove the air from Laxia’s lungs. Her body was pressed into the canvas, both legs kicking up before dropping limply back down. A quick, compact standing moonsault. While she had been calculating how much time she would have to counter, Bandita had needed hardly any at all. Wrong again...! She opened her mouth to draw breath, but her stomach refused to unclench. All she could manage were short, broken gasps.

Bandita’s toned stomach remained pressed against her own as Laxia struggled to catch her breath. Beneath the lingering pain, she could feel her opponent’s warmth and the firmness of muscles earned through countless hours of training. This closeness was something she had been looking forward to. There was just one problem: she wasn’t particularly happy about being the one underneath...! When she had a chance to enjoy this properly, she would much rather be the one holding Bandita down. Right now, she couldn’t afford to dwell on it, especially once she noticed the referee approaching and crouching beside them.

“Nngh...!” Before the referee could start counting, Laxia gritted her teeth and lifted one shoulder off the canvas. She twisted onto her side, then kept turning until she was lying on her stomach. At least she was no longer flat on her back, leaving herself open to a pin. But that was all she had managed. Bandita was still draped across her back, and Laxia was too winded to push herself up.

Laxia stretched both hands out in front of her and pressed her palms against the canvas. Even that small effort sent pain through her stomach, stopping her from pushing herself up. “Hah... hah...” With her head lowered, she could only struggle to catch her breath.

[CyanDimitrik]

A rush of pleasure and awkwardness ran through Bandita simultaneously when she landed over Laxia's stomach with her own. She'd been craving this position again with her since their first match; not given, but earned. To feel her beneath her in this way, a way she knows both of them secretly love. Something about the feel of her midsection pressed directly across Laxia's, the sensation of her toned abdominals clenched at first, then relaxing under her, the warmth and overwhelming skin contact... bliss. But also awkward, because surely that's weird, right? To be so specific? Yet she's committed to the idea that they both love the feeling. Just, the audience shouldn't know that!

Even if she's arching a little extra tight across Laxia's beautifully bare stomach.

What she didn't expect was to feel her turning over so quickly beneath her! Before even the referee got into position! Did she go too light on her? Should she have landed with her knees?

"Ah--?" The puzzlement in her voice can't be overstated. Her head whips over to look at Laxia when she feels her waist pass along her stomach, wrought in confusion and self-questioning. "N-not even one!?"

Her expression pinches in annoyance. It feels directed at Laxia, but a part of her knows it's more towards herself. She's the one who failed to even secure a pin, after all. Laxia is just wrestling to keep unpinned!

"I'm going too easy on you!," she concludes, her voice resolved. "Don't worry! We'll fix 'dat right up!"

Rather than continue lying across the other girl's back, she spins over to match her heading. Her mind is racing with options, ideas, things to try, moves to utilize. But the match is too early to go for anything too complicated, and clearly Laxia isn't worn down enough to set something up! So instead, she modifies a quick classic!

Arms dig between Laxia's midsection and the mat to pull her up enough to perch on her knees, not resting. She follows suit, kneeling - but inserting the kneeling leg between Laxia's, hooking shin over calf. She grabs Laxia's right arm to toss it over her shoulders behind her neck, then reaches her arm similarly across Laxia's bare shoulders and behind her neck. Bandita's back straightens and twists, suddenly wrenching Laxia's slender figure sharply to the side and a bit backwards, putting all the tremendous strain and pressure along her waist and midsection.

A kneeling abdominal stretch. Less room to torque the hold, but significantly harder to reverse due to no leg movement!

Her free hand sets firmly against the dip of Laxia's waistline before slowly sliding inwards to her upper-abdominals. Her hips push forward, meeting the ginger's backside with a firm push.

"Gotcha..!," she mutters, her head tilting to shoot the girl a smug smirk. "Maybe laying down for 'de pin would've been better, ah?"

[Letta]

“Hah... hah...”

Laxia braced her hands against the canvas, struggling to catch her breath. At least she had escaped the pin before the referee could start counting. But that small relief vanished at Bandita’s words behind her. That was Bandita going easy on her...?! The weight across her back shifted as Bandita turned to face the same direction. A moment later, arms slipped beneath her stomach. “Wh-what...?” Laxia sucked in a short breath as they pulled her upward. With her abdomen still aching, she was pulled onto her knees and held upright, unable to settle back onto her heels.

It didn’t take long to discover what Bandita meant by fixing that. A leg slipped between Laxia’s own, a shin hooking across her calf. She instinctively tried to shift her knees, but couldn’t move the way she wanted. While she was trying to free her leg, her right arm was caught and drawn over Bandita’s shoulder. Then an arm reached across her own shoulders and behind her neck. Only then did she recognize the hold. An abdominal stretch...! By the time she realized it, she was already caught. Her free left hand flailed, searching for something to grab...!

“W-wait...! Aaaah...!!”

Bandita straightened her back and twisted, cutting her protest short. With her lower body trapped, Laxia’s upper body was dragged sideways and slightly backward. The stretch pulled her waist and abdomen painfully taut, forcing a cry from her lips. Every attempt to straighten up only reminded her how securely she was held. Her exposed stomach rose and fell with short, uneven breaths, her abs tightening into sharp definition whenever she braced herself, then easing as she exhaled.

“Nngh...! Not yet... aaagh...!!”

She couldn’t even finish the words. Bandita’s hips pushed firmly against her backside, cutting off her attempt to pull back and ease the strain. Her torso stretched farther, drawing even her navel into a narrow teardrop. She tucked her chin and clenched her teeth, but couldn’t keep the groans from escaping. Then the hand resting at her waist began to slide inward, settling over her trembling upper abdomen.

“Hah... hah... no way...!”

Laxia managed to gasp out a reply to the suggestion that she should have stayed down for the pin. Not that this position was more comfortable. It absolutely wasn’t...! But that didn’t mean she would simply lie there and accept defeat. That hand on her stomach, however, was making her self-conscious. How hard she was straining... How uneven her breathing had become. Whatever she said, every tremor and ragged breath threatened to give her away beneath Bandita’s palm. ...Does she have to put her hand there, too...?!

Laxia brought her free left hand down to her stomach, trying to catch Bandita’s hand and pull it away. It wasn’t that she disliked her touch. But being trapped and groaning in her grasp was bad enough without letting her feel exactly how much she was struggling...! Laxia tried to steady her ragged breathing as she tightened her fingers around the hand. Even if she couldn’t escape the stretch just yet, she wanted to get that hand off her stomach.

[CyanDimitrik]

The submission hold sinks in delectably, comfortably for Bandita. Noticeably less so for her victim! But that's fine! The insult of bucking out of her pin before even a one-count had to be answered! And answer it, Laxia does!

It's maybe not the best part of today's match with her, but it's certainly one of the best parts that Bandita isn't having to second-guess her feelings for the other girl in this entanglement. Last time she held her body gnarled against hers, making her suffer in an academic submission hold, the feelings she had were anything but academic in nature. She'd fretted with guilt over enjoying holding her trapped, feeling so much of her warm skin, trying to make internal excuses for running her hand along her body. But not anymore! Not today! She's fully enjoying the feel of Laxia's barely-clothed form pressed back into her, the bandit snaring the princess, her tanned body wrapped around her fair figure.

The hand starts to slip lower when suddenly Laxia grabs for it! The arm stiffens, fighting with her attempts to pull it away by instead pulling inwards, clamping a little tighter against her abdominals. The feel of her muscletone flexing with each ragged breath is a thrill, and she's far from finished! She pushes lower, struggling to center her palm over the pit of her stomach, to let herself feel as much of her tensing stomach.

Her hips push forward, tighter against her backside to force a harder arch into the submission hold. And in tandem, her fingers spread; the tips feeling out the distinct ridges and edges of the abdominal muscles. And then pressing in harder, pushing with those fingers to squeeze into her unprotected, taut belly, fully revisiting the torture on her in a modified position.

Bandita's left arm curls, trying to force Laxia's head to turn and look up at her. If she can manage it, those hazel-green eyes will eagerly meet the bright blues, sparkling with excitement.

"Do you.. know.. what I plan.. to do with you.. when I beat you today..!?," she says to her, voice elevated loud enough to hopefully be heard over the audience.

[Letta]

Laxia caught Bandita’s wrist and pulled as hard as she could. But the harder she pulled, the more firmly Bandita pressed her hand into Laxia’s stomach. “Nngh...” A low groan escaped through her pressed lips as the palm bore down harder. She tried to push the wrist away, but trapped like this, she couldn’t get enough leverage. While she struggled, Bandita’s hand crept lower until it had settled squarely over the center of her stomach.

“Nngh... n-no...”

The words came out in a breathless murmur. Before she could stop the hand, however, the pressure from behind forced her into a deeper arch. Fingers spread across her taut stomach. She could feel each fingertip tracing the contours of her abs with unsettling clarity. “D-don’t...” At first, the touch was light enough to feel almost like a caress. Yet she couldn’t shake her unease. She had a vague, unwelcome memory of what came after this. Oh, no... not again...!

Her fears were confirmed almost immediately. Those spread fingers began to dig into her abdomen, tightening their grip. A stomach claw, on top of the stretch she was already struggling to endure...! “Aaaaagh...!!” Laxia’s head tipped back as she cried out. She tried to brace her abs against the pressure, but the effort faltered when the pain forced her breath out. The pressure sank deeper before she could tense up again. She struggled to regain control, but even her breathing refused to cooperate. She wanted to curl forward and pull away from that hand, yet the hold twisting her upper body kept her from doing even that.

She lost her grip on Bandita’s wrist. Her free hand flailed for a moment before coming up to clutch her head. She shook it from side to side, trying to endure the pain, but couldn’t keep the groans from escaping. Then the arm securing her neck and shoulders tightened, turning her face toward Bandita. Laxia looked up at her with a pained grimace, struggling to focus until her eyes finally found her opponent’s.

“W-what...? What did you say...?”

It took a moment for the question to register. Did she know what Bandita intended to do with her after winning today? Laxia drew a short breath. Twenty-four hours as Bandita’s prisoner. She had barely considered that possibility...! Her thoughts had been filled with what would happen after her own victory. Where she would take Bandita, what they would do together. She had imagined those plans over and over, right down to the smallest details.

But right now, she was the one trapped. With her legs and right arm tied up, she couldn’t even pry a single hand off her stomach. If Bandita kept controlling the match like this, all those carefully laid plans could come to nothing. Bandita might be the one deciding how they spent that day...! Laxia bit her lip, struggling to steady her breath. Suddenly, the question felt much more real than a simple tease. And, despite herself, a small flicker of curiosity slipped through the pain. Just... what did Bandita have in mind?