Playing A (Super)Villain - Black Swan vs Nova Steele

[ADarlingDucky]

Slipping just out of Nova's grasp, Swan's speed and athletic frame would keep her from being detained for now, and as the luchadora snuck around Nova, she'd give her a parting gift in the form of a kick to those shapely buns, before backing up even further! Her antics drew some laughs and a few cheers from the fans, appreciating such a teasing and unorthodox form of offense, but Swan was mostly testing to see how sharp Nova was, how she responded to something light, but poking a bit of fun at the same time. For the most part, she didn't let any emotion show, as she turned and fixed Swan with a stern look, gazing across the ring at the masked wrestler, an unflinching stare in the face of Swan's mockery! Swan, working off the ever-so-slight feeling she got that Nova was finding plenty of amusement in the luchadora meeting her in her performative element, would beckon her into the corner, drawing the heroine closer to herself, all while she took up a position with the turnbuckles to her back.

Nova did come after her, of course, but instead of an impatient rush into the corner following a kick to the rear, which some wrestlers would have immediately gone into, Nova's approach was far more calm, collected, and slow. That was less ideal for Swan, as a quick moving charge would let her easily swing the situation in her favor, but now the pink haired beauty seemed far more prepared for something that the luchadora might do. In the end though, it wouldn't change her plan, as Swan had positioned herself against the buckles with confidence that she could use it to her advantage no matter what.

"Hah! Fine then... take all the time you like, justice lover. You'll find your justice unable to help no matter what pace you go at." Swan called back, watching as Nova drew closer and closer, the gap gradually closing. It was then that the luchadora acted, hopping up on the turnbuckles with a smile on her face. She'd simply get some height before taking a leap, bounding over Nova and leaving the heroine once again-

"Nnngh! What the-?!" It seemed her plan wasn't as crafty as she thought. Nova's slow approach had paid off, and before Swan could execute another daring escape from her opponent's clutches, she was snagged right off of the turnbuckles and yanked downwards, her flight ending before it could even begin! Nova's beautiful curves belied an incredible amount of strength, and she was able to yank Swan down and hold her aloft, the heroine of justice having snagged the villainous agent of chaos!

[Parker]

Swan’s leap never made it past its first beat. Nova’s arms snapped around her midair like a vice, the luchadora’s waist trapped tight against the heroine’s chest. The luchadora’s little yelp cut off as Nova twisted, thrashing her side to side with startling ease, ripping her away from the ropes and the corner as though tearing a bird from its perch.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as Swan was swung high, her boots kicking uselessly, her masked head snapping with each jolt of Nova’s violent shake. The pink-haired powerhouse planted her feet firmly, and in one seamless motion, hiked the smaller woman higher against her chest, her sculpted arms locking around Swan’s slim waist.

The bearhug clamped shut.

Nova’s biceps swelled as she cinched down, crushing Swan’s midsection into her curves. The luchadora’s back bowed, her hips writhing against the pressure, breath spilling out in ragged bursts. The crowd roared at the sheer show of strength, her villainess held helpless, bent in Nova’s grip, her toned legs dangling and kicking.

Nova’s chest pressed flush against Swan’s body as she adjusted her stance, the sheen of sweat across her leotard catching the light. Every squeeze rolled through her body, shoulders flexing, hips braced as she hauled Swan off balance and strutted toward the center of the ring.

“Chaos is not untouchable. Even the most wily of its servants can be held fast.” Any writhing from the masked villainess was met only with a tighter squeeze. “Yield, or face your destruction at my hands.”

The heroine’s words were sharp, yet there was heat in them, an intimacy born of proximity and power. Each pulsing squeeze designed to eliminate any space between them not pressed flush.

[ADarlingDucky]

Leaping to the turnbuckles would, in theory, provide Swan with all the freedom in the world, as the luchadora was no stranger to flights off of the ropes, and a whole new world of offense opened up to her every time she took up the position. Unfortunately for her, she was snagged from the buckles before she even had time to get past the middle one, and Nova showcased all the strength that her curvy yet muscled frame possessed as she kept Swan from touching the mat, though not to the luchadora's liking! The sudden flexing of Nova's arms would immediately impart a pressure on her back that felt less-than-pleasant, and Swan leaned back, head tipping until she stared up at the lights above, as a long, low moan snuck out from between her lips.

The bearhug was a move that often inspired some very enthusiastic fans, as it was a move that saw nothing but pure body contact, a crushing embrace that flattened one wrestler against the others, but as Swan could attest, being the one to be squeezed was never too pleasant. Nova's chest squished against her, her arms dug into her back, compressing the luchadora's body in a way that both squeezed air out of her lungs, and left her spine bowing more and more under the pressure, her legs hooking around Nova's waist, if only to try and brace herself. The two could not have been any closer, and if Nova's words were any indication, she was going to keep them that way until she crushed Swan flat.

That, or until the luchadora found a way out.

Tilting her head forwards, Swan would get a glance down at the woman holding onto her, holding eye contact with Nova for a few long seconds, her hands gripping the heavyweight's shoulders tightly, as another moan snuck free. But Swan, crafty, curvy, and feeling particularly chaotic tonight, knew exactly the way to try and take Nova off-guard, her arms slowly shifting up to wrap around those pink locks and encircle her foe!

"Oh... chaos is touchable... here, let me show you!" Swan groaned as she suddenly leaned in, flexing her arms and performing a hug of her own, one that yanked Nova's face directly into the luchadora's chest! The window in her top make the perfect space in which to shove Nova's face, and her chest would immediately squish against the pink haired woman's pretty features, burying her in cleavage and leaving her breathless, in quite a different fashion than she was currently being left breathless!

[Parker]

Nova’s grip had been iron, arms cinched tight around Swan’s waist as she crushed the luchadora against her chest. She could feel the tremors running through Swan’s body with every squeeze, the soft grind of her hips brushing as their curves molded together. Sweat slicked across Nova’s skin, her cheek brushing against Swan’s jaw as she bore down, relentless, certain she had the chaotic woman contained.

The stoic heroine seemed content to wring all the fight out of Black Swan here and now as she stood mid-ring, an unshakable pillar of strength. Her stony expression cracked, just a bit at the other woman’s moan, driven to give the hold another hard pulse to bend her spine that much more. She tilts her head slightly, eyeing Swan curiously as her arms draped across her shoulders. Surely the luchadora wasn’t conceding already?

Those arm coils tightened, started to draw her in. Nova’s neck tensed instinctively, not sure what her opponent was trying until she saw the swell of her chest presented before her face. She tried to pull back, but entwined as they were, she wasn’t able to fight it. Before her features were enveloped into Swan’s cleavage, she shot the woman a dirty look, letting her frustration be known.

And then her world went dark.

“Mmmphhh.” Her muffled cry vibrated against Swan’s chest as her face was pulled hard into the luchadora’s cleavage. Less of a scream and more of a growl. It was soft here… nice her. The scent of Swan filled her nostrils as her features mashed up against her pillowly breasts. Her labored, shallow breath came out hot against the other woman's skin, trickling as her well of oxygen was going to run out. She tried to crane her neck or turn her head, each motion rubbing and bumping into more of Swan’s ample bosom.

She was on the clock now. Nova knew she could break herself free, but it required surrendering her old hold. Until then, however, she wanted to make certain she got the most out of what she had. Red-faced, she hunched down a bit and squeezed. Her impressive physique on full display as her muscles strained, applying all the hurt she could. She could feel, the haziness creeping in wth each crank of the hold.

It was time to break free… But what if she didn’t? A tiny voice in the back of her mind posed the question. A giggling little gremlin that was part of her was tickled pink by the thought of Swan making her pass out while in Nova’s own hold. Her cheeks grew redder, warmer at the idea, considering it as though it were well-reasoned science. When her knee started to buckle, though, and the two women rocked with her lack of stability, Nova suddenly snapped out of her daydream of defeat. She leaned herself back, back arching as she held Swan, then threw herself forward towards the mat, looking to crush Swan beneath her with her force and weight.
She would let go as they fell, intending to break the two of them apart on landing. Her first order of business once she was free would be to roll over to the side and try to regain her stolen breath.

[ADarlingDucky]

Being hoisted up into Nova's bearhug, Swan had precious few options available to her and a very short time window to pick one, lest Nova simply crush her to the point that she could take no more, either passing out from lack of air, or tapping out from the pain in her back. Fortunately, the luchadora was presented with an option that was already quite familiar with, one that was easily applicable thanks to her outfit, and fortunately for her, Nova had hoisted her to the perfect height to pull it off! So with a swift and smooth motion, Swan would wrap her arms around Nova's head, and yank her opponent's pretty face directly into her chest, burying the pink haired wrestler in a sea of cleavage, removing the ability to breathe from her!

That solved one problem, putting a time limit on how long Nova could continue to squeeze before she would need to come up for air, and release Swan, but the problem now was that the luchadora was still stuck in the heavyweight's grasp. Nova continued to flex her arms and tighten her grip as well, and so Swan was not treated to any relief yet, letting out another low groan as Nova's hug grew tighter and tighter. But the longer that she squeezed, the faster she'd need air, and so Swan stuck to her plan, biding her time until she would be set free. And in time, she was.

Just not in the way that she had hoped.

"What th- UUUGH!" Swan's world suddenly pitched backwards, and before she could even finish her surprised gasp, she was stopped by the canvas meeting her back, Nova's body forcing her down into it with an impact that shook the ring, flattening the luchadora with a makeshift spinebuster! All at once, Nova's hold dissolved, but Swan's did as well, and she would let the pink haired wrestler roll to the side, free of her chest, while Swan herself was left arching her back on the mat, a dazed look in her eyes as she stared up at the lights, all the air in her body seemingly gone without an indication as to when it would be back. All while Nova was able to breathe freely, now free from Swan's chest, and likely able to recover far before the masked wrestler!

[Parker]

Nova rolled free, her chest heaving as she pressed palms flat to the canvas, forcing herself up onto her knees. with a pointed exhale she blew a few out of place strands of pink from her face, every breath sharp and heavy after being buried in Swan’s smothering hold. A faint warmth still lingered in her chest, one she had no intention of indulging. She dragged the air deeper, steadying herself, eyes narrowing as they cut toward the masked luchadora. Swan was writhing, back arched off the mat as she tried to recover, dazed and winded, the perfect target.

The heroine wasn’t about to waste the chance.

Nova stepped up out of her knelt position in one fluid motion, trudging towards her down opponent. Her fingers flexed before being cast down to collect the brunette, mindful of where she placed her grip on her head to be mindful of her mask and the other hooked beneath her armpit. She hauled the lighter woman upward with slow, relentless strength, jerking her partway to her feet. She could feel the woman sag in her grasp and thought it poignant to keep her that way. The rise was punctuate at the half way mark with her knee snapped forward, to bury itself deep into Swan’s stomach to make certain she stayed breathless.

“Up,” Nova muttered under her breath, dipping her head beneath Swan’s arm. She slung it across the back of her neck, wrapping her free arm tight across Swan’s shoulderblades. With one sharp grunt, Nova powered through, hoisting the luchadora off the mat in a vertical lift. Nova’s muscles locked tight and steady, holding her high above the ring.

The crowd’s noise swelled as Nova kept her suspended, walking in deliberate stomps around the squared circle, displaying the sheer control she had over her foe. She would hold Swan to dangled upside-down, braced against her shoulder, every shift of her body counterbalanced by the heroine’s iron frame. Nova’s jaw clenched, sweat streaking her temple, but she refused to falter, she made the hold itself a show of power, order being brought to chaos.

And then came the fall.

Nova kicked back off her heels, arching her own body into the air as she snapped down to send them both to the canvas. The impact would be the sort to rattle the whole ring as the heroine seemed hell bent on making sure her villainous opponent would know the full breadth of her folly this night with a spine shattering suplex.

[ADarlingDucky]

Just when it looked like Swan had been about to find a way to get free of Nova's clutches and reverse their positions, even if only slightly, the heavyweight would quickly bring her crashing back to reality, and the canvas for that matter, with a makeshift spinebuster. Their bodies hit the mat with a thud, and Swan, having been sandwiched between Nova and the floor, got the worst of it, left writhing in pain as she tried in vain to gather some of the air that she had lost in the drop, while her opponent rolled away, free of her smother. It seemed that at the moment, justice was putting forth a strong effort to flatten the forces of chaos outright, and Swan was going to be a victim of this crash course in heroism!

It got worse when Nova pushed herself back up, fixing her hair before she moved over to the luchadora, Swan's view of the lights suddenly shifting when Nova grabbed hold of her and yanked her from the mat, slowly heaving her back up to her feet. Swan might have fallen back over if not for Nova's grip on her, but her legs were weak, only to get even weaker when the heavyweight's knee suddenly swung upwards, digging into Swan's stomach with a brutal strike that emptied her body of the scant amount of air she had been able to reclaim!

"UUUGH! Nnngh..." Swan groaned, unable to offer even a yelp as she was suddenly hoisted clean off of her feet, flipped upside down and held up like a mere paperweight by Nova, the heavyweight showing off her considerable might! She paraded around the ring, Swan brought along for the ride, unable to do any more than brace herself for the inevitable fall, where Nova dropped backwards, bringing her down with a ring-rattling stalling suplex!

"AAUGH!" Swan nearly bounced off of the mat from the force she hit it with, her body settling into a painful heap, once more arching her back to bring a hand up to her aching spine, which had suffered all too much punishment for her liking. She'd roll to her side, eyes wide and her mouth hanging open, hoping that Nova was at least slower to capitalize this last time, or Swan was in serious danger of getting bulldozed and ran over for a very quick and very surprising loss to the heroine!

[Parker]

The fall to the canvas had been a far easier one for her. The spectacle of parading a fully grown woman around before planting her had been more taxing by comparison. So, unfortunately for the Luchadora, Nova was rather prompt to rise. Shoving off the mat, already stepping towards her as she lay writhing, her encroaching presence cast a long shadow over the would-be villainess.

The crash of the suplex still echoed through the arena when Nova rose, fluid and deliberate, as if the weight of planting Black Swan moments earlier had barely registered. Her boots thudded across the canvas in steady strides, shadow spilling over the luchadora’s writhing form. Every step carried a certain inevitability, Swan’s escape routes dwindling as Nova closed in.

Dropping into a crouch, Nova’s hands hooked with practiced precision. One slipped between the fabric at Swan’s collar, the other curling into her waistband. A grunt of exertion left her lips as she hauled the luchadora aloft, muscling her up in a raw show of strength. Swan dangled parallel to the mat, her body stretched across Nova’s palms in a gorilla press that drew an audible pop from the crowd.

But the heroine had no interest in parading this time. With a stomping step that rattled the boards beneath them, Nova shifted, her stance firm. She dropped swiftly to one knee, thigh raised like a steel bar, and let gravity take its course, bringing Swan slamming sown stomach-first across the sharp ridge of her leg.

If she managed to fold her foe across her leg, Nova didn’t release her. Her hands adjusted and turned her over roughly, one pressing down against Swan’s pelvis, the other hooking beneath her chin. With slow, grinding pressure, she forced the luchadora’s spine to arch across her knee, bending her out in a punishing backbreaker stretch. Nova’s own frame loomed above, pink hair tumbling forward as she bore down, her arms flexing, her grip unrelenting.

[ADarlingDucky]

For someone who had embraced the forces of chaos, Swan seemed to be having an awfully rough time creating any, as Nova was moving swiftly from move to move, flowing between different shows of power, each one seeming to end with the luchadora being planted on the canvas. Every time it seemed like Swan was able to breath once again, she was put down and all the air was slammed out of her, and following the stalling suplex, Swan had scarcely began to gasp for oxygen once more when Nova, yet again, was atop her. This time, the heroine didn't even pull Swan up to her feet before acting, as she reached down and grabbed two firm handfuls of the luchadora's attire, creating an uncomfortable shift in her gear as she used it to haul Swan clean up and off the canvas!

Swan had been made well aware of the fact that Nova was strong, the heavyweight able to toss her around with move after move without missing a beat, but this was a new level of terrifying strength that she was showing off. Not only did she heft Swan clean up off of the canvas, but she lifted her all the way up and over her head, the masked wrestler hoisted aloft in a gorilla press, used as a demonstration for Nova's pure power! And then, with one short and sweet motion, Swan suddenly found herself dropped, right onto Nova's outstretched leg.

"UUUOUGH!" The cry that came from Swan's mouth couldn't even begin to be described as painful, a word that wouldn't have conveyed just how badly the drop hurt. It sent all the breath in her lungs, which she didn't have much of, right out of her, and she went limp across Nova's knee, allowing the pink haired wrestler to easily turn Swan over, leaving her bending backwards across her foe's outstretched limb, before Nova's hands came down, one on her chin and one on her hips, slowly beginning to bend her backwards!

"Nnngh! Nnnh... my back..." Swan let out a low groan, barely audible, as Nova pushed down with her strength slowly increasing, creating an ever more painful bend in Swan's spine the longer that the hold went on, the luchadora gasping for air as she was folded! Swan's hands came up, gripping Nova's wrist, and with all of the strength she could muster in her position, she would tug on her foe's limb, trying to dislodge it, enough to move. It likely wasn't enough to get Nova off of her, but what she hoped it would do was cause the heavyweight's grip on her pelvis to loosen ever so slightly as she focused on her other arm, allowing Swan to try and twist her hips, and shift herself off of the knee in one sudden motion!

[Parker]

Nova’s face was unreadable as she bore down on Swan, her posture statuesque and grim, like a monument carved from muscle and will. One palm pressed firmly against the luchadora’s chin, the other grinding into her hips, forcing her spine into an unnatural bow across Nova’s solid thigh. Each increment of pressure was deliberate, measured, almost scientific in its cruelty that sent jolts of pain shuddering through Swan’s body. A necessary evil in the purging of the servants of

The arena lights glinted off Nova’s sweat-slick shoulders as she leaned back, her knee jutting higher to deepen the bend. Swan’s masked face twisted, her cries muffled but sharp, and Nova’s grip did not waver. The heroine’s arms flexed visibly with every push, her chest heaving in steady rhythm, drawing out the punishment as if she wanted the audience to savor every second of it as much as she did.

Swan clawed at her wrist, nails scraping against Nova’s forearm, her body twisting desperately. Nova tightened her grip on the chin, forcing her foe to arch even further, but she could feel the frantic shifting of Swan’s hips beneath her hand. Inch by inch, the luchadora’s writhing began to break the symmetry of the hold, her body slipping just enough to threaten her escape.

"Surrender is an option. Yield, and I shall release you." Nova’s eyes narrowed, the first sign of frustration flickering across her face. She shifted her weight, muscles taut, then suddenly raised her arm from Swan’s thigh. The audience roared in anticipation as she brought her elbow up high and then swung it down like an executioner’s blade, aiming to crush Swan’s midsection and slam her back into compliance.

But Swan twisted at the last instant. Nova’s elbow cracked against her own thigh instead of Swan’s ribs, the sound a dull thunk that drew a sharp hiss from the heroine. The luchadora slipped sideways, tumbling off Nova’s leg in a ragged heap.

Nova straightened immediately, her chest rising and falling faster now, her stance braced as she shook out the sting in her elbow. Her gaze never left Swan, jaw clenched, already stalking forward to reclaim the body that had slipped from her grasp like she was the Terminator.