The Idol’s Challenge - Amika vs ??

[The_Queen]

Amika was still trying to shake the effects of the Trickshot when Bandita reached her. A hand closed around her wrist while another supported her around the waist, pulling the former idol away from the canvas before she had properly regained her bearings. Her boots found the mat, but her balance was still unsteady enough that she leaned against Bandita for support for a moment.

Then her feet suddenly left the canvas.

"Ah—!"

Bandita's arms locked firmly around Amika's waist and hoisted her several inches into the air. With her legs now hanging above the mat, Amika's eyes widened as she realized what was happening, but before she could properly brace herself, the luchadora tightened the bearhug around her already-punished midsection.

"AAAGH!"

The sudden pressure forces Amika's back arch and scream from the pain. Her hands immediately planted against Bandita's shoulders as she tried to push herself away, but with her feet suspended above the canvas she had almost no leverage to work with. The size difference that Amika had managed to work around earlier was suddenly being used against her directly.

The referee moved closer, watching for any indication that Amika wanted to give up, but Amika quickly shook her head. Rather than waste energy trying to overpower Bandita's locked arms, she began searching for another way out. She pushed down harder against Bandita's shoulders while twisting her hips from side to side, attempting to make herself difficult to hold securely.

"Nngh... let... go!"

When that wasn't enough, Amika changed tactics. She brought one forearm between herself and Bandita and tried wedging it against the luchadora's shoulder, hoping to create enough separation to loosen the squeeze. Her legs kicked beneath her at the same time, trying desperately to get even one boot back onto the canvas where she could finally use her own weight and balance.

But Bandita's grip remained locked.

Amika gritted her teeth and continued fighting, alternating between prying at the arms around her waist and pushing against Bandita's shoulders. Her movements became increasingly urgent as she twisted within the bearhug, desperately searching for the opening that would finally allow her to break free.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's absolutely exhilarating, the rush of feeling like you're physically overpowering an opponent on this level. Sure, she's won out in tests of strength before and hasn't run into many girls she can't actually lift, but this is different. It's difficult to not revel in it, to feel energized by the struggling, and to feel more encouraged to keep the pressure on!

Amika's hands plant to her shoulders and push, but Bandita doesn't yield. She feels the legs kick frantically for purchase, but it's not happening - no more than someawkward toe-scrapings. Six inches of height difference doesn't sound like much on paper, but in a situation like this, it might seem more momentous.

The hips twist, and Bandita reciprocates by pushing her hips tighter into Amika's. Then that jostling turns into a ragdolling side-to-side shake to disrupt the squirming and struggling for several seconds! When the shaking ends, she cants her head forward. "What?," she asks, her voice tight with the effort of squeezing the other girl. "I thought you were into hugs, no?"

It's not enough to maintain the pressure, though. Bandita wants to get the most out of this rare opportunity. She wants to feel Amika's body compressed into hers, tight enough to feel her heart beating, enough to feel her frame struggling to swell with breath. So with every exhale, Bandita cinches up the squeeze a little tighter, denying her more breath bit by bit.

After a few of those cinching squeezes, Bandita ratchets up the strain. Her arms dramatically tighten and her back arches inwards, focusing on crushing Amika's midsection into her own for several intense seconds and hoping to halt her breathing altogether! Whether she can muster that force over Amika or not is another question, but after those seconds, the pressure relaxes back to how it was before. Not out of mercy, but practicality. To not tire herself out too quickly, but also to give Amika the sense that she can gasp a few breaths.

...before arching her back and squeezing, trying to crush her body into her again. It's a staccato rhythm, far more brutish than anything Bandita would normally do. But it's intoxicating all around, the sense of crushing the girl, physically dominating her in the center of the ring, feeling her body against her in this way, the warmth of her skin where it meets. Her head tilts forward to try to avoid headbutts, bringing her face to tuck in against the side of Amika's neck; every breath that escapes her, a wave of heat against the idol's skin.