Shout It Out Loud: Heather Sunderland vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

"Really..." As she spoke, Lise shifted her hips lightly so she could extend her legs farther and get a greater angle to pull Heather's arm downwards rather than straight towards her. Absently, her fingers played between those of Heather's hand as she gripped at it. "...I would be disappointed..." She paused for a gentle grunt of effort. "...if you were, to be honest."

That didn't stop her from trying to work the hold...or from trying to keep her hips horizontal to Heather's body as she felt the woman fighting back in a textbook effort to break the armbar. Lise pursed her lips as she tried to hold her weight against Heather's attempt to turn into her and the hand pushing at her foot, but Lise was no fool...she could feel herself being pushed onto her shoulders and knew that Heather had the better position for power. All Lise had power over was the single arm.

Soon, she had Heather above her and her legs still extended past the woman's arm. Still she held on, staring into Heather's lovely, pale features as they continued to battle without a pin count to interrupt their strain, even with Lise on her shoulders. Her coils wouldn't hold tight forever, but until Heather shook her off for good, she planned to go nowhere.

[TiefBlau]

"G-good then! Won't..be any disappointment here!" She yelled out, her extended legs making this quite a bit harder for Heather to pull off, but she was pushing more and more, sliding her feet up as she began standing herself, bending Lise back to a position where if this were a normal match, she would be counted for her shoulders down. At the moment though--it was just Arlise holding her arm as Heather stood over the girl that was bent from her positioning.

She grit her teeth hard, looking down at her as she pressed more and more into her. "You're lucky I'm not some..brute powerhouse..o-otherwise, I'd lift you up with this one arm or something!" She let out, cursing just slightly her inability to do such a thing right now, but she just--wanted Arlise to let go!

She narrowed her eyes, balling her other hand into a fist as she started throwing punches at the girl's inner thigh, trying to hit her in the more sensitive spots to finally get her to fully release her.

[Winter]

With her leverage and pressure all but gone, Lise merely pulled down on the arm, away from the shoulder, and stared up at Heather in anticipation for what the woman would attempt next. No amount of homework on opponents could reveal their every tendency...and Lise was curious to see what she would try to do to unhook Lise's hands and legs from her arm. Quietly, she hoped she would do it soon...holding herself upright was going to get very tiring very fast, but she couldn't simply free her with nothing to show for it. That tendency to settle had punished her in her previous match.

She was talkative. Lise appreciated that in her opponents. "That would be unpleasant...for...both of us," Lise offered between her grunts of concentration.

A quick thought to try and hook Heather's head between her ankles as the woman dipped down closer and closer towards her was lost when she felt a blow to the back of her thigh that made her wince. It was not the most brutal spot to be hit, but neither did it feel good. Nonetheless, Lise was able to brace against it, and the next punch, and the next punch, all making her thigh shake with the impact, understanding she would have horrible bruising in the morning...

Until one shot hit her in the pelvis and nearly in the crotch, and she wailed, unhinged herself, and rolled backward to grip at the spot where it felt like Heather's knuckles had hit squarely in her pelvic bone.

[TiefBlau]

Heather felt the whole hold really..taking its toll on her arm more and more. She really had to nearly panic with her hitting at her thighs like that, finally landing the ones that she was able to make the girl finally release her arm with. Heather took a deep breath, shaking her head as she just let the rest recover herself as much as she could, shaking her arm off a bit on her knees.

"Huu!! T-that worked well enough at least!!" Heather said out loud, nodding as she watched the girl tending to the spots that Heather had punched. She didn't want to let her get any space though. Heather's arm was still hurting, but she had to ignore that nagging feeling and push herself off straight towards her.

She tried to meet her before she got all the way up, attempting to slam her knee hard into her face with a shining wizard! Wanting to knock her right back down onto her back!

[Winter]

With a nimbleness more from reflex than skill or agility, Lise rolled back until she had turned heels-over-head and back again, landing on her knees and wincing. Her hands rubbed over the spots that Heather's blows had made tender, specifically the one by her crotch that throbbed with the signs of the bone being struck. Lise thought herself to have a second to spare as she did so, and gave herself another second before her hands lifted from her hips and head tilted to gauge what she should expect from Heather's next move...

Her body snapped into motion seeing Heather already too close to her for comfort, but she had only started to bounce her way upwards to defend herself properly when the fishnet-clad beauty's leg lifted too quickly for Lise's hands to stop it.

Having been dropped on her head three too many times in the last match, the sharp knee that crashed into her cheek stunned her as much from her anxiety over the impact as from the pain that shot through the side of her face or the knock of her head to the side. Her gray eyes glazed over with distress as she rocked over limply onto her side, momentarily forgetting where she was.

[TiefBlau]

Heather dropped to the floor after hitting Arlise with that Shining Wizard, her slight bit of exhaustion taking her down for just a moment as well. She grunt out just slightly, shaking her head a bit before pushing herself up onto all fours, looking over to see the girl had rocked over onto her side. She nod to herself a bit, sticking her tongue out as she moved in to push at her shoulders, aiming to plant her on her back.

"I think we both need a rest" Heather let out, moving over to plant herself atop her. She went to lock her legs around hers, attempting to pull her into a grapevine position, reaching for her wrists to pin them as well. She moved up, attempting to press her breasts down onto her face for a smother hold.

With the match rules, she couldn't quite win while having her in this--but it was a good little rest spot for her for just a bit while not letting Arlise get any sort of a breather!

[Winter]

She remembered where she was around the time she felt warm, tight coils wrapping around her legs and starting to spread them uncomfortably wide. Lise, side of her head still ringing from the blow, shook her red locks and pried her eyes open just as her wrists joined her legs in being pinned into place and hair tickled her mostly-bare chest and her cheeks.

Already knowing she was in trouble, since the ding was not enough to completely rob her of awareness, Lise nonetheless did not know exactly what was happening to her save for knowing she was dangerously pinned on her back until her gray eyes absorbed the sight of the beautiful purple-haired woman above her...who had her grapevined judging by how her legs strained, pinned, and, only known to Arlise herself, nursing a rapidly-growing heat in her core.

She didn't get a chance to think of a next move before her worried features were buried in tit, choking out the redhead's gasp alongside her ease of breath as she squinted her eyes against the intoxicating smother.

Her body writhed, but she got nowhere.