Re: Stakes Rematch! Bandita vs Laxia von Roswell!
Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2026 2:47 pm
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!
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!