No Laughing Matter: Aizen Yuzuriha vs. ???

[BlackAkuma]

Aizen felt as if he was losing his mind.

As he lay on the mat, reeling, only a second away from defeat, he tried his best to come to terms with his situation. As much as it pained him to admit, he couldn't deny the reality of his situation. Trixie was good. Unorthodox, perhaps, but good, and she’d found a way to keep him on the backfoot consistently. He didn’t understand the thought process behind her moves, but he could no longer deny that it was effective.

So, he accepted what was happening. What was he going to do about it?

It was a question he pondered even now, as she continued her assault, dropping with a leg drop across the back of his neck, a clubbing blow with a deceptively solid follow up - the next thing Aizen knew, his head was trapped in a vise, as Trixie choked him with a headscissor. He could count on one hand all the times that he’d taken this move, and while she wasn’t the most robust set of legs he’d suffered under, she was no slouch. This was a bad situation growing steadily worse.

Aizen started to falter, sagging under her power before he smacked the mat and began to push his way back up. One knee on the mat, then the other, then one foot, then the other foot. Rising up, slowly, indeed, surging upwards and pulling her along for the ride, bit by bit, until he was fully erect with her lithe form balanced on his shoulders…

[killcarrion]

After spending all this time swelled up against eachother with various bumpings and/or grindings, Trixie could actually name something else she knew was getting fully erect if you knew what she was sayin~...why, the clownette's handstand of course. Perfectly balanced and showcasing her fulsome figure whose thigh would come thundering down upon the spread-eagled martial artist. Trixie's subsequent headscissors tucking her heartthrob's cranium right where any red-blooded lady wound want Aizen's scrumptious facials to be~...but that could just be the harlequin's swooning infatuation talking. Trixie bearing down with a smushed squeeze with her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth and situated on the tips of her fingers.

"OH, pfft. I almost forgot I wanted to make you laugh. Alright, why do Math textbooks have it so hard? Because they're chock full of problems-HOOBOY we're going up now..." Trixie's punchline would be upended with the stalwart ascension of Aizen soldiering up to his feet, the clownette waving her arms like certain wacky inflatable tube-man until clenching her hands on the back of her foe's head once he was standing tall. "Oh no ya don't!!! I just so happen to have the perfect escape plan and ohhhhhhhkay, that's a spicy meataball~..." Trixie's speech alongside her heart would start fluttering with a blushed hue on her delirious expression, Aizen's face snuggled up against her rainbow pantied womanhood and all that that implies.

[BlackAkuma]

As painful as this was, Aizen did his best to focus, mustering her strength as he rose and stood tall. Trixie’s legs were deceptively strong - as hard as it was to imagine a woman like this in the gym, dedicating herself to a strict workout routine, there was no getting around that reality, as her legs swelled and bore into his skull with relentless pressure. It wasn’t all bad, however - having her legs around his ears made it impossible for him to hear her, which spared him from whatever attempt at humor she was trying above him.

For now, he just had to focus. Lift her up, move forward, and-

Hm.

Aizen had only just noticed how rather close his face had gotten with Trixie’s…well, her crotch for lack of a better word. He had to admit, he didn’t altogether hate it. He couldn't explain why, either - or, perhaps, he just didn’t like the clear explanation. Whatever the case, it was a good enough incentive to get Trixie off of him and end this match, before he found himself even further out of his comfort zone.

He couldn't look forward for apparent reason, but he could view the side, enough to gauge where they were in the ring and act accordingly. He took a second to step back and gain some space, then rushed forward, hurled Trixie off his shoulder, and attempted to toss her into the nearest corner at full speed, looking to decimate her with a Buckle Bomb.

[killcarrion]

Hopelessly infatuated though she knew Aizen was with the clownette, even Trixie began to wonder if they were perhaps taking their amorous relationship just a tad too fast. Aizen certainly needing to work on his foreplay considering he's literally diving headfirst into the end game so to speak without even buying Trixie a drink or offering a massage or somethin'. Masterful trapeze artist as she was, Trixie was packing some substantial strength in those smooth thighs of hers. Which was brought to bare with tightened flexes moreso after Aizens unexpected enthusiasm towards getting in between Trixie's legs. After this match they might need to establish some boundaries moving forward. Madcap harlequin though she was, Trixie was still a respectable lady who needed to be delicately treated as such~...

Fluttering butterflies in her head and questioning whether someone cranked up the heat within the arena, the harlequin had all but forgotten whatever that masterplan was she concocted in regards to escaping this predicament. Taking puffed breathes with a pinkish blush to match her fluffy locks as she clenched the back of Aizen's surprisingly soft hair for it being so prickly looking. Trixie wondering what shampoo he uses when she'd be dunked out of her fantasy world at a breakneck speed. "BLARGH!!!" Even Trixie's agonized screams having a comedic take as she was smashed into the corner turnbuckle, still jostling behind her as she wavered forward on quivering legs, and if allowed would sink her face into her foe's pectorals. Arm dangling in her hunched posture against the hardened fighter.

[BlackAkuma]

Only after Aizen launched Trixie, did he truly appreciate how much of a toll she had taken on him in this match. It seemed inconceivable that a,an woman like this could work him over to such a degree, but there was no ignoring the way his body ached, the strain it took to hurl her, the sheer exhaustion he felt at the moment. She had exerted control since they began, and while he would undoubtedly question the methods, he couldn't deny the results.

But, now, he’d finally taken some measure of control. Now, he could bring things to a close.

He took a moment to catch his breath after he landed that Buckle Bomb, letting her rest against his chest for a moment. It was oddly calming, if he were being honest, and he didn’t hate the feeling of their bodies meshing against each other, but he refused to dwell on it. He pushed her away and draped her arms over the ropes, keeping her in place, then turned away from her and prepared to dash across the ring. He had idea on how best to finish things, but he needed to create some space, first.

[killcarrion]

Don't suppose anyone out there has a coat hanger you could lend Trixie right about now, could you? Because you could practically hang the fatigued harlequin out to dry at this point in the match. Caving herself in against the studmuffin martial artist was now performed one hundred percent out of necessity instead of the comedic yucks considering the buckle bomb exploded like an ACME TNT crate. Except instead of smoldering ashes she was left incapable of verticality on her wobbling legs. Faint applause and adulation arising around the arena in appreciation for the competitors offering their utmost skill and fighting strategies in this combative performance...bizarre, and nonsensical though it was at times in this unorthodox styles clash. Trixie remained limp as a wet noodle when Aizen positioned her against the ropes, arms draped over the top and legs lifelessly stretched outward but peeking up through sagging eyes when noticing her adversary walking into the distance. "Ah...it's alright for you to leave. Because...I know it only means you'll come dashing right back into my arms. Do return my spiky haired paramour, and let us make beautiful whoopie together~..." Trixie babbled as she started dreamily waltzing towards the middle of the ring, arms outstretched and in a delirious pink hued haze...accidentally snatching onto Aizen's wafting bandana and yanking it backward, with Trixie taking a bumbling pratfall right after Aizen hit the canvas?!?!

[BlackAkuma]

Aizen was starting to think there was something profoundly wrong with Trixie.

He wasn’t sure what, exactly, but the longer this match went on, the more he was coming to believe that this wasn’t an act - no, it was just the way she was. He came to that realization when he heard her speaking behind him, not catching every word, but getting the general gist of her rambling. Either she was an excellent actor, or she was just like this by nature, and he wasn’t sure which possibility distressed him more.

Whatever the case was, though, the mere fact that this match had gone on as long as it did spoke to her efficacy. It was working. Or, at least, it was keeping her in the fight.

That was about to change,though, as Aizen bolted towards the opposite end of the ring, and, and-

”Hey, what-” His eyes widened as he felt his head being tugged backward, yanked by his bandana. That was a new one - in his entire history as a fighter, no one had even tried that. But it was effective, forcing him to fall on his back.

It wasn’t painful, though. Just a slip. What came next, however…

Trixie fell forward, right on top of him, her body upside down but parallel to his own. This wouldn’t have been a problem most of the time, she wasn’t that heavy, but her head just so happened to come down on his groin, smacking him in his most sensitive, treasured spot. Aizen cried out from the impact, but with Trixie on top, that was all he could do, really - he squirmed and writhed, but was too gobsmacked from the pain to make a real effort at tossing her off.

[killcarrion]

If anyone were to psychoanalytically examine Trixie underneath an intensified microscope and earnestly ask the harrowing harlequin if her madcap antics were indeed a calculated act or merely her genuine personality, well she'd have to attest that it was a little from Column A and a little from Column B~...the trick to any great clowning performance is never allowing anyone to know which screwball act is deliberate or not, including yourself. Although suffice to say that Trixie was understandably wearing her fatigue on her tightened suspenders at this point in the evening with dreamlike envisionings of her nuzzling up against her favorite pillow cushion back home in her unhinged stupor~...when in reality she'd been flaccidly draped upon the fallen fighter in a 69 position for some time now, swirling her clownish facials against a certain bulge in her snuggling delirium. At least until the honking of her ruby red nose alerted her to awakening like it was an alarm clock, Trixie rising upward with a yawning stretch of her arms. "...*YAWN*...What a refreshing nap-OW!!! Why does back ache like the dickens?" Trixie pouted while scratching the side of her pink-haired head, unknowingly applying a festively caked smother to Aizen now mushed into her rainbow-colored panties. She'd perk up when feeling the squirming snuggle against her crotch and peek down to notice Aizen beneath her. Piecing together where she was and what she had actually been cuddling up to in her dreams, but shrugging with a curt "...Eh...worth it..." as the fighter continued enduring the clowning butt smother~...

[BlackAkuma]

It happened. Aizen knew it would happen sooner or later, but he’d hoped he could forestall it, put it off for as long as he could. It had happened all the same. He hadn't been an idiot. He’d gone into LAW knowing full well what sort of matches they allowed and what moves he could expect to endure. There was no avoiding it, there was no fighting it, there was no denying it - sooner or later, someone would sit on his face.

He didn’t expect it to be done by a clown, he didn’t think it would be so effective, and he certainly didn’t expect it would have a natural but unwelcome reaction from his lower extremities.

Aizen didn’t realize it at first but as the seconds ticked by and it become more and more apparent that he couldn't breath, the predicament was made clear. As silly as this move was, he couldn't deny the efficacy of it - she had it locked in tight, he couldn't get her off, and he couldn't move. It was all he could do to keep his shoulders off the mat and keep himself from a pinfall, but that was a small saving grace.

Losing was one thing, but losing like this was unthinkable. That thought alone spurred him on, as he reached up, grabbed her by the hips and tried to hard to push her off, hoping he could at least get a breath of fresh air.

[killcarrion]

What with all that these star-crossed lovers have been through together, Trixie would have assumed by now that Aizen knew better than to rely on what's to be expected in a conventional wrestling match. As if becoming inundated with comedic one-liners and a water spritzing shower wouldn't have kinda clued him into that fact already. Just like how being swathed against some wriggling clown cake and noticing the prismatic colors of Trixie's panties would have made it abundantly apparent just where Aizen's grimacing poodum was currently making its snuggling home. Thankfully Trixie wasn't about to make a "Taste The Rainbow" joke anytime soon...but that was moreso out of being justifiably distracted because of the heart fluttering sensation that naturally came with having such a handsome fella's facials sunken against her rainbowed rump with his breaths wafting against her cooch.

"Mmm, guess you and I had the same idea in terms of how our second date should end. Although what I envisioned had involved balloon animals and being splattered with cream pies~...Lemon or Marangue, whichever you preferred." Trixie's innuendo-laden remarks coming alongside the harlequin cupping the sides of her blushing face as she dreamily swayed her bubble backside left and right. Unintentionally adding to the stalwart warriors embarrassment before thinking up the idea of reaching over to yank up Aizen's legs so they were affixed underneath her arms for a more secure smother. Aizen's shoved push therefore resulting in a startled yelp as the pair went for a barreling roll together as if they were a festive comedy act themselves. Trixie winding up back on top in blinking confusion before just shrugging her shoulders, Aizen's mug still nuzzled against her bodacious badonkadonk.