Alena Stepanova vs. Spectre

[CaptainL]

Spectre was quick - nobody could deny that. But Alena was a step ahead. When the masked woman fired herself off, both legs aimed for her like a missile, she wasn't the least bit deterred. Some wrestlers might have frozen in fear, seeing the trademark speed with which Spectre could rocket back and forth across the ring on full display - but not Alena! Her instincts kicked in, and she managed to push herself just out of the way of the incoming kick. Enough so that when she spun around a second later, riding off the momentum of her lunge, it was her foot instead that came crashing into Spectre's side!

In an instant, Spectre was deflected, hurling her back across the ring. All the momentum she'd built up was just throwing her back! And the fans broke out into a cheer! Alena had made some awfully big claims when she had arrived on the scene pledging to beat Spectre. But so far, her plans seemed to be working. And there were doubtlessly a fair few out there who believed her!

Riding off the excitement of her success, Alena stood tall and proud, pumping a fist in the air as a grin broke across her face. But of course, things weren't over yet. Spectre might have been down, but she knew better than to give her the time to recover! Just then, Alena took off in a charge, looking to close in on her opponent. As she came close, she would lean forward, pushing off the mat with her feet - and throwing herself in Spectre's direction, looking to throw her weight into hers to tackle her from behind! If that worked, her arm would swing around Spectre's throat to secure a rear naked choke!

[Monsy]

Unlike any opponent thus far, Alena was perhaps the most deadly and experienced. Her presence was crowd-commanding and gives you tingles. She gives you the sense of courage everyone wants when faced with infallible obstacles.

And the best part was. When she hits something, like that kick. You believe she can do it. Whereas the only one who didn't expect to be countered was Spectre herself. Because no one typically did. They couldn’t, in Spectre’s frame, as was what she tried to hone to circumvent her size. So the kick was a shock. It hit her chest unready. It made her skipping breath for a moment as she was rising up. And for the crowd to cheer it too…

There was no way she could allow Alena to get another shot in here. She can hear her coming. And to what she knew about Alena in her short time… Getting on the ground with her was like stepping into a slaughterhouse, fresh on the hook, waiting for the cleaver. But by the time her senses came about, Alena was practically right there. A blink off.

So she twisted her body to face the threat. Then tucked lower, pointed her shoulder and tried to have Alena’s momentum come crashing against it. Lower navel to shoulder. And then flip her down onto the mat like it was a fireman’s carry takeover. If successful, Spectre would land on top in a momentum-carried flop. Side-control. She would attack Alena’s arm, attempting to coil her legs around it and lock ankles. Then she'd wrap an arm around the back of Alena’s head, come around the front and cinch a headlock, stuffing the Grand Duchess into her pit and breast!

[CaptainL]

There was definitely something different about Alena. If all the opponents Spectre had faced so far had been hopeless pushovers, too vulnerable and too paralyzed by fear to ever stand a chance, then the Russian girl wanted to stand as a living example to the contrary. She wanted her very presence in this ring to be an assertion that, yes, Spectre could be beaten - and if she had any say in the matter, she was going to be the one to do the honors! She had nothing but confidence that she could bring the fight to Spectre. And that was exactly what she was out to do! It was for that reason why, when Alena's foot plowed into Spectre's chest, the fans broke out into a cheer. If anyone was going to be the one to beat Spectre, Alena was making a case for why it could be her - and they wanted to believe it!

With a thump, Spectre fell against the canvas. She was down - that was the first step in the plan. And if Spectre was down, that meant she was vulnerable to what Alena had up her sleeve next. With a smirk on her face, she lunged, looking to throw herself down on top of her foe. But...Spectre was a step ahead of her!

Even if the kick had practically knocked her off her balance, Spectre was by no means out of the fight - in fact, she had more left in her than Alena had given her credit for! Just as Alena was coming closer, Spectre lifted her weight upward, with her shoulder poised for her midsection! Alena could see her opponent start to rise beneath her, and the confident look on her face fell away into a gasp as she realized what was about to hit her. But there was nothing she could do about it now - Spectre was already in motion. And that shoulder rammed into her from beneath, flattening her stomach under the impact!

"GAAH-!!" The air knocked out of her, Alena fell forward, her body weight dragging her down as she fell against Spectre's shoulder, folded over her back. And from here, Spectre was able to flip her to the mat, like she was nothing more than dead weight! Alena toppled through the air, head over heels, her legs kicking up in the air from the aftershock as she went down on her back. Now, it was Spectre's turn to get on top of her, as she hooked her legs around her arm; Alena hissed from the pressure as she felt her opponent stretch at the joints and ligaments. But any cries of pain she would've made could only be muffled, as Spectre dragged her head upward, into a punishing headlock!

Alena's face was still contorted in pain as she felt her joints stretch against the force Spectre was exerting on her arm. At the same time, all the air around her was hot and stifling; she could barely draw in a breath. The veins bulged in her neck, and her face went red under the strain. But she wouldn't let herself be daunted. As an experienced grappler, she knew this position - she knew how to escape it. And she knew how to exploit it!

Alena hissed from the pressure bearing down on her, but even if Spectre had her arms, she still had her legs. She pushed her feet against the canvas, trying to lift her hips from the mat and create space. If that worked, she would bring one leg into the gap she'd created, bracing against Spectre's head and arm from below - while her other leg would snap down from above, looking to trap Spectre in a triangle choke!

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[Monsy]

An arm-trapped headlock wasn’t going to win anything if Alena was worth a dime. Maybe on some hopeless schmuck of the past that she faced. But not Alena. Everything Spectre had learned of her in a short time is that this woman could roll. So even while on-top, she didn’t take anything for granted and stayed highly alert for the response.

Though she still enjoyed wrenching the living fuck of their neck, squeezing her head in this little head and stuffing it into what practically was her breast. Perfect.

Sure enough, Alena had her response. The leverage of the position didn’t favour her with Alena able to push off the canvas. A gap was formed in the headlock and a folded leg slotted against her pit. Her fingers attempted to lock, with the tips turning white as they clamped together. But this soon came loose. And all at once, Spectre’s upper torso veered back and she bent, leg over her nape and hamstring against her cheek.

She held her breath, grunting inaudibly from the bend forced into her neck.

Immediately, however, Spectre protected her arms. She folded them both in and grabbed onto the folded thigh braced against under her pit. Then she uncoiled from Alena’s scissored arm and used the freedom to rise to her knees, raise her hips and then stack her weight onto Alena. From there she stood up one foot at a time, took one arm and attached it onto their heel.

Then she raised her boot.

And stomped their face.

STOMP!!

STOMP!!

STOMP!!

[CaptainL]

Alena's head was trapped against Spectre's armpit. Pressed as close as she was against her opponent's body, she could hardly breathe, and the air around her was growing hot and stifled. And that was before anyone accounted for how her head was being wrenched backward, folding her spine into an angle all too awkward for comfort, while her arm was being stretched as far as Spectre could force it. But that wasn't going to be enough to stop her. If her training in Brazilian jiu-jitsu had taught her anything, it was that there was no position too tight or too punishing for her to find her way out of. She'd gotten her way out of plenty of tight spots, and managed to turn them to her advantage in the process. This, she was sure, would be no different - she brought up her center of balance, forcing some space between herself and Spectre!

The air came rushing to her lungs, and it felt cool and refreshing after the position she'd just found herself in. She took in a few deep breaths. However, Alena couldn't stop there. Getting some fresh air wasn't even half of her plan - she wanted to get into a favorable position from which to launch her counterattack! But Spectre saw the writing on the wall, and she wasn't going to wait around for it - she knew better than to leave herself open for the Grand Duchess. Instead, she let rose from her position atop Alena. The grappler hissed under her breath in frustration - if Spectre had just stayed still a moment longer, she thought, she would've already had her trapped, and potentially even choked her out. But she wouldn't have long to reflect on that - considering Spectre proceeded to spring to her feet and brought down a couple of well-placed stomps against Alena's face!

"GYAAH-!!" A wave of pain shot through her from every impact, and her hips bucked off the ground as her one free leg leg kicked in the air. In a frantic attempt to get as far away as possible, Alena threw all her weight to the side in an attempt to roll to safety, bringing her hands up to shield her face and rub at the sore spots left by the falls of Spectre's boots. Hopefully, that could break her leg out of Spectre's grasp at the same time. She wasn't concerned about fighting back right now so much as she was about getting out of here fast!

[Monsy]

The situation was almost bad… for half a second.

After almost being caught and put on bottom or worse, Spectre gave her countering stomps which seemed to be simple, effective and rewarding. The lovely maiden scream kissed her ear as she watched their smile turn into one of grit and discomforted contortion. As if they hadn’t, just five seconds ago, almost put Spectre in distress. Now they had to deal with panic, so it looked.

They tossed.

And all Spectre needed to answer was step over with her. Her body was pointed inward towards Alena’s body. An arm still captured her leg, but now she tried to fold it like a scorpion’s tail so it went over Spectre’s neck, separating the hamstring from the calf. She kneeled, locking in a basic stretch muffler. Then she slid her hips out to sit. Her legs went towards Alena’s head and snapped around the face with two thighs so their throat and cheeks would be mushed in the same supple-soft thigh pie.

In an awkward twist…

Spectre also released the stretch muffler grip right as she did so. She sat up with her headscissor, placed the hand closest to Alena’s leg on top of her thigh to force her hips flat and belly exposed. The smooth composition of their naked stomach made Spectre feel warm in her face, gooey in her chest and sweaty on her legs. She breathed harder through her nose, then said through her exhale...

“I’ve been waiting for this…”

Her fist raised as high as it could then drove down with all knuckles into the navel to crush it.

She’d punch, and punch…

And punch and punch…

Until the squeal fit the pig.

[CaptainL]

Alena had shifted gears. She knew that Spectre was tailing after her and trying to overwhelm her with offense, and she had to get away from that as soon as she could. She'd abandoned all pretenses of trying to fight back. For now, it was better to try to get away and save her stamina for when she was in a more advantageous position. But in her haste to scramble away from danger, Alena's attempts to disengage hadn't been effective. When she went rolling...Spectre just followed after her!

When she felt the redhead fall with her, riding on the same motion and coming down on top of her, Alena's jaw dropped in a gasp. But before any sound could leave her throat, her leg had already been twisted behind Spectre's head - and her airways would soon be closed off anyway, once the masked woman's thighs squeezed shut around her face! The tight lock she'd found herself in made Alena's face flush red for just a moment, but what stung worse than the compromising nature of this position or the warm, stifling air that greeted her when she tried in vain to take a breath was the knowledge that she was at Spectre's mercy now. She was in danger. And Spectre would let her have it.

As Spectre guided her back down, the muscles in Alena's stomach went taut. She already knew what was to follow, and she was trying to brace herself. But no matter how prepared she thought she'd be, it would do her no good when Spectre began raining down punches! "M-MMFF!! MFFFF!!!" She tried to scream, but every noise she made was drowned out in her opponent's groin. She tried to twist and turn, throwing her body from side to side to try and escape, but that was no use either - Spectre had her locked firmly in place, and she could barely budge. Every fist Spectre landed sent a shockwave of pain rippling through her system, and a bruise was starting to spread its way across the bare skin of her slick, toned midsection.

Alena's eyes squeezed shut, trying to quell the tears of pain that were budding in their corners. She didn't know how much more of this she could take...but she did have one thought. Now, Spectre had released her legs. She still felt a bit of a strain in the one that her opponent had targeted, but it wouldn't be enough to stop her. And now that she had another limb free, she could use it to her advantage!

Like a jackknife, Alena's legs kicked forward into the air - she had to strike at exactly the right moment, in between punches, so as not to let herself be intercepted. She would try and flick her legs underneath Spectre's arms, slipping the pit of her knees over her foe's shoulders. If she could secure the position, Alena would try to roll herself forward into a seated position, hopefully bringing Spectre down with her newly-attained leverage!

[Monsy]

Alena’s stomach had a certain feel to it around her knuckles. On the soft to firm scale, it swayed mostly to firm, but just enough that her knuckles can sink a few millimeters and she can swear — swear there was a little indent left so when she raised her hand again, it begged to come down and make it bigger.

The bruising, however, was a different marker. It buffed out any indent and highlighted sweaty skin by contrast. She can tell by the screaming vibrations in her groin just what spot hurt the most. On the naval. Under. Over. Maybe a little to the left. Did she hate being slugged with max force or would a quick-repetition method crack her into a surrender?

As she pondered, she started to feel warm all over. A happy place. A good place. Calm and with menacing thought of self-satiating, like a lion with its prey between its paws and the body of a gazelle open and undefended to be devoured.

She missed Alena’s jackknife. Her weight was already crooked and postured on one arm that when Alena’s legs came down on both shoulders, the instinct came to throw her other arm down and counter-lean but she already teetered too far back and tipped.

The development made her growl lowly and quietly. Alena would seat her stomach, placing Spectre’s hips behind the Grand Duchess. Spectre’s hands meanwhile instantly went up to try and latch onto Alena’s wrists, forearm — whatever it can tie up and frustrate. Then, with her meagre hundred-pound frame, she tried to arch her back, forcing her navel into groin as she pressed down with her feet and arched harder. Her lithe legs would shake and she’d feel her core burn. But if she could just get Alena off the middle of her stomach, even just between her navel and chest, then she’d hop from the floor with her feet, curl in and attempt to hook Alena’s armpits and pull her back down onto the mat.

[CaptainL]

Alena had taken the brunt of Spectre's punches. Even now, after she had shaken off the initial blow, she could still feel the lingering soreness in her belly, and a bruise had made its way across her taut abdomen. But even that pain wasn't going to slow her down. She had nominated herself to stand up to the threat that was Spectre, and she wasn't going to hold back now! When Alena felt the dull, tingly sensation just above her groin, she just clenched her fist tighter and grit her teeth, letting the tension in her body bolster herself against the aches and pains. If nothing else, her gambit had worked - she was able to hook Spectre's arms and use that to roll herself into a mount, intercepting her beatdown and reversing the positions so that she now held the advantage. Now, she could turn the tide!

Of course, Spectre was still going to stand in her way the whole time through! It seemed that the moment her back touched the canvas, she had already grabbed onto the Russian grappler's arm, causing Alena to hiss in frustration as she felt the tug that dragged her closer. She tried to pull her arm free, but Spectre had already kicked up her hips, bending her body into an arc! Alena wriggled her hips one way and then the other, trying to hold the position, but it was no use. Slowly she began to slide down toward the masked woman's chest, bringing her off her center of balance. And that meant that Spectre could go for her own counter. Much as Alena had done a moment ago, Spectre too hooked her opponent under the arms and pulled down with her legs to bring her right back to where she'd started!

"Gaah-!! Dammit..." Alena hissed in frustration - just when she thought she had Spectre cornered, the redhead was again going to deny her the opportunity. But she wasn't going to go down without a fight. As she was thrown back through the air, releasing her opponent's arms in the process, she would swing her legs out in front of her, attempting to bring her heel down on Spectre's jaw with a kick from the back of her foot!

[Monsy]

It had been rare for an opponent to get her off meaningfully. Her control was absolute and she had answers for just about everything. This was no different. Alena went down from the hook under her pits and over shoulders. In Alena’s fall, Spectre rose in tandem. The leverage made it easy to rocket up at nearly the same time. And in Spectre’s calculation, this was usually how most transactions went. Move, counter, counter again, then continue.

So in some form of mental haste, she didn’t see the foot in time. She was already rising and Alena timed her shot perfectly so the leg came down at about eighty degrees into her hard mask. Like eggs inside a metal shell, it still cracked. Spectre’s chin pushed towards her throat. The flesh on her upper cheeks wobbled from impact. She can feel her brain swell inside her head. Her whole skull grew nerves and fired at once and there was a nasty, albeit momentary headache.

Then her thighs felt heavy. Her spine loose. Things shifted out of place, from the whites of the canvas to the body in front of her. Three Alenas. No, two… Four… Spectre teetered towards the left, then around in a small circle as her head rolled on her shoulders with no spine to speak of. Her back curled in, and her lips loosened to quietly groan. When her head rolled back, her body followed. She hit the mat flat in an unceremonious thud, hands straight down at her side when Alena released. Her eyes searched. Blinking, as if her brain fired off messages to refresh.

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Alt F4. Restart program.
Spectre.exe.
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