Meeting A Lioness

[CaptainL]

Now that Astrid had eased up on the pressure and set Joyce back down, the brunette had a chance to think through how she might want to proceed in such a situation. Astrid listened closely to her, nodding her head in response to her plan. "Good, good! Yes, makes sense. Although, sometimes in the heat of the action you'll find it isn't easy to anticipate your opponent's moves," she added with a chuckle. "Still, targeting the ears isn't bad. When I lean over you like this -" Astrid demonstrated accordingly [color=darkred"- then it puts my head down close to you, and leaves me open for you to strike. And that would definitely leave me stunned enough for you to make your move, or get out of the way. Not even I could shrug that off so easily!"[/color]

Astrid had the chance to look back on what she was dealing with in Joyce. The girl clearly had a strategic mind, but it seemed that in a difficult situation it was hard for her to think straight. Maybe she got a little carried away in going right for the powerbomb, but she still did see something she could work on with her.

"All right, then," she said, getting to her feet, "perhaps it's easier if we tried something less drastic? Let's say, an abdominal stretch." If Joyce didn't object, Astrid would guide her to her feet to hook her arm around her neck and shoulder, pulling her over to the side. She went slowly, giving Joyce the time to interject if she needed to. "If you found yourself in a situation like this, how would you respond?"

[Joyce_Hilda]

Joyce blushed. Indeed, she had a strategy to escape that kind of move, but she found herself stuttering on the words, as she kept feeling Astrid's bigger, more muscular body rubbing against herself all the time.

"W-Well, it's not that hard... you see... You see my arm, locked under your leg? A-All I have to do is to wrap it around y-your knee... and then... I pull up to break your basis, like this!" Joyce tried to make the move, but Astrid was too tall and heavy to Joyce make this work.

"Like THIS!!!" Joyce made more strength, but the result wasn't too much different, she just lifted Astrid's leg a bit, nothing else. "Eheh... do you believe this usually works on middleweight wrestlers?"

[CaptainL]

As she guided herself into place for the abdominal stretch, Astrid listened closely to Joyce's description. Even if she seemed to hesitate somewhat - particularly as the Norsewoman leaned in closer and caused the rippling surface of her muscles to glide against her back - Astrid was willing to give her time to think things through, and she didn't want to rush her. Her description displayed a solid understanding of moves and how they worked, and she could already see that Joyce's understanding of the different applications of technical wrestling could serve her well. The problem was...Astrid was the Heavyweight Champion. And Joyce, for all the knowledge she had, was considerably smaller!

Astrid snickered a little as she felt her foot leave the mat by a few millimeters, but stopped herself, not wanting Joyce to take things too hard. "Ah, well, that's true. I imagine you'd get far better results if you were dealing with opponents closer to your own size! But you do understand the basics, and that's what's important - if you know that, then you know how you'd get out of a similar situation. However...if you do want to go up against larger opponents, you can't just use the same tactics you'd use against middleweights and expect them to work. In order to be a well-rounded wrestler, you should be prepared to deal with every situation!"

Astrid brought her foot back down. "Let's try this again. Suppose I really am a heavyweight, yeah? Remember what they say - the bigger they are, the harder they fall. With the right application of gravity, then my weight can work against me. Even if we do hit the mat, I'll hit it harder, and you'll have me to cushion your fall. You could try using your free leg to kick my balance out from under me - then we'd have no choice but to go down!"

[Joyce_Hilda]

"Like this?" Joyce followed Astrid's instructions and kicked her leg, not sure how well that would work or even if it would work properly.

[CaptainL]

Astrid used every moment that passed between them to assess what Joyce was capable of, and a picture was forming in her mind. The girl definitely had potential - she knew the fundamentals of how holds could be applied, and how to leverage them to win over the advantage against her opponents. However, she didn't seem as confident that she would be able to stand up to opponents larger than her. A strategy based around taking on foes of similar size would work for her under most contexts, but Astrid knew that in a promotion where the weight divisions only really applied for titles, it would only be a matter of time before the bookers wanted to see how Joyce could handle someone larger than she was. She wanted to make sure she'd be prepared for that, and it was to that end that she wanted to focus her training.

At the Norsewoman's encouragement, Joyce delivered a kick against the side of Astrid's ankle. Her foot skidded just a little across the mat, but it wouldn't be enough to take her down. Nevertheless, Astrid remained encouraging. She nodded her head, urging for Joyce to keep it up! "Yes, like that! Now, try again, harder this time! Here, let this be your motivation!" Perhaps overzealously, she pulled back harder at Joyce's arms, tightening the strain on her midsection!

[Joyce_Hilda]

The move didn't work properly. Of course it didn't. Astrid was bigger and stronger, and this made Joyce feel flustered. She was panting, hyperventilating, and blushing viciously, as she felt Astrid tightening the Abdominal Stretcher. She had to suffocate a moan, and it wasn't a painful one. She was biting her lower lip as she felt so helpless in the arms of Astrid. She was like a norse valkyria, a powerful viking giantess. To her, breaking an average brazilian girl on the half wouldn't take so much, and such thoughts about domination and submission, along with Joyce being able to smell Astrid's scent and hear her deep and imposing voice near of her ears, made Joyce feel aroused.

Joyce tried to kick once again. This time, with a bit more strenght. Would it work? Joyce didn't know, she only knew one thing:

"Fuck, if she grabs my thigh with that big Amazon hand I'm going to moan like a little bitch!" Joyce thought, while trying to disguise she was almost drooling at this point.

[CaptainL]

Astrid wasn't quite sure what it was that was going on, but she couldn't help but shrug the feeling there was something on Joyce's mind that she wasn't telling her about. Pressed as closely as she was against her body, she could feel the shiver that ran down her spine, and the way in which her breaths started to quicken, growing faster and deeper as she tightened her grip - which, in the process, caused Astrid's chest and her toned abs to grind up against Joyce's back. She was beginning to question what thoughts were going through her head, and she raised an eyebrow to look down at her. "Ah, erm...are you okay-"

But Joyce wouldn't answer that. Instead, she followed up on the Norwegian's lessons, kicking harder at her ankle - and this time, she managed to sweep her foot off the ground, tipping her off balance! Astrid let out a gasp as she began to fall forward; then, against the gravity of her own weight, she gave out entirely, collapsing into a heap on the canvas - where she would be poised to land right on top of Joyce, if the brunette didn't get out of the way!

Nevertheless, Astrid rolled to the side, rubbing at her head as she chuckled to herself without a care. She flashed Joyce a smile; she wasn't going to let that put her on the wrong foot for long. "Whoah-! Hah, my apologies for that, it looks like I don't know my own strength, sometimes! Hey...you are all right, yeah?" Astrid tilted her head toward Joyce, concerned not only for how she was faring after that crash, but also with how she was acting earlier.

[Joyce_Hilda]

Two huge melons smashed Joyce's face. She didn't move away quickly enough... and was thankful for that. When Astrid would get herself up, she would find Joyce stretched out on the canvas, arms and legs apart, looking like a knocked out boxer. Her stare was lost, her mouth was agape, with a slight smile. She was breathing deeply, with her breasts waving around. Glad her buruma was dark blue, so Astrid wouldn't notice Joyce had a cameltoe, neither that her skin on her inner thighs got some goosebumps.

Joyce looked like somebody who was punched to oblivion.

[CaptainL]

Her words fell on deaf ears. When she looked down to see Joyce splayed out motionless on the mat, Astrid's face dropped into a concerned frown. She knew she was considerably larger than the brunette, of course, and it wouldn't be the first time she found herself underestimating her own strength. Still, she was just here to spar with Joyce and show her the ropes, not to actually knock her out. And when she showed no signs of motion, the Norsewoman couldn't help but worry she might have taken things a little too far.

"Hey, uh..." Astrid got onto her knees, poking a little at the side of Joyce's arm. "Are you all right-?" Of course, Joyce did have a bit of a smile on her face - Astrid wasn't quite sure as to why, but at least it suggested she wasn't in too bad of shape. Still, hopefully she wouldn't have to take her for medical attention.

[Joyce_Hilda]

"Uhhh, what? What happened?" Joyce got back to life by sudden, still blushing "I'm okay, I wasn't... I mean, I'm not... I mean, I'm okay. Yes, I'm just okay" Joyce replied, in quite a clumsy way.