L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Most would call Millicent a more methodical competitor, setting her own pace in the match and avoiding a rush. But the redhead would call herself anything but methodical - and certainly not slow. The German only appeared to rely on such a patient pace because she knew the precise moment when a move would prove most effective. That difference could be seconds apart, moves apart. Even as she hit the mat, the redhead could have attended to her spine, focused on herself, but that could be saved for when she had Alyssa on the ground with her. Her legs easily proved up to the challenge of dropping her sparring partner, and with that done, Millicent could check the bottom of her spine after the landing - once they resided on even ground.

Her mind worked more rapidly than most, she knew, so what seemed like an overabundance of caution and patience to many worked like a game of chess in her head. If she needed to work quickly, she could. But she did not often need to, sparing herself the stamina she needed to call on for the latter parts of the match - as she wished to do even in this spar. Alyssa appeared to think Millie would go straight back on the offensive; the woman's leg shot out. But Millicent saw no point in launching back onto the offensive, and the kick only caught her in one tit, almost sending it out of her top but otherwise sparing her from any pain.

The empress twisted her mouth, amused. "You have great instincts. But I do not wrestle like most," she explained, and as she saw Alyssa rising to her feet, she did the same, stretching out her back and giving the woman something to look at from the front of her all the while. Effectively in the midst of a fresh reset of the spar, Millie dropped into her stance again, though this time, knowing already that Alyssa would wait for her, she darted forward and feinted an attempt to go for the doctor's waist before shifting lower, trying to hook a leg and simply throw her onto her back.

Alyssa was rusty, indeed, and she was far from the best even in her heyday, but some lessons never truly went away and some instincts could never entirely dull. She’d paid the price for not responding in situations like this and giving her opponents too many opportunities, so her body knew what to do before her mind did - double kick was a defensive measure, a smokescreen to cover her escape. It was unnecessary, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a prudent maneuver. At the least, it gave her a slight hit on Millicent’s chest. A tiny bit of damage, yes, but she would accept it.

” I can see that already.” Alyssa rose with a grim smile, but her flattery wasn’t empty. There was confidence in the way Millicent moved, a practiced authority in her steps that you simply didn’t see from wrestler in their first few years. Some might mistake it for arrogance, but she doubted that was the case - unlike some, the German could back up her pedigree.

She enjoyed the sight of her foe stretching, putting her ravishing figure on full display, before she was gifted with a much closer view, as her opponent came rushing in with a shocking speed. At first, she thought the woman would try for her waist, but that proved to be a trick - no, her aim was lower still, targeting the legs with a deftness that would’ve impressed most amateur wrestlers.

A smart move - had she gone higher, Alyssa could’ve caught her with a headlock, but going for the legs made that all but impossible. That hardly meant she was without an answer, however, as she tried to turn the tables on her leggy foe - Alyssa attempted to wrench her leg free of Millicent’s grasp and capture her with a headscissor of her own, clamping her thighs down around the redhead’s skull.

Among the many aspects of wrestling that Millicent had discovered, studied, and mastered over her nearly two decades of competing, frustrating her opponent in the small ways proved an aspect both underrated and easy to employ. Given they only sparred, the German doubted Alyssa would become particularly livid, but she had always had a knack for rubbing an overly competitive opponent the wrong way. Millie could prove intense when she needed to, but she preferred to appear as if it all came so easy for her, her strength applied at all the right moments. Many became more incensed by her calmly maneuvering a match - whilst still devastating them - than by the loudmouths who could not stop themselves from taunting the entirety of the match. And the fans? They ate it up.

But there were no fans and no bitter rival to overcome, though Millie did quite like the idea of proving at least frustrating in part to a therapist. At the least, giving the doctor a great deal to think about would perhaps remove from her mind the recollection that she had heard anyone else enter the room if she had even noticed in the first place. To that end, the empress gave her far more to think about, and with the woman's leg caught, it proved a straightforward application of strength to begin dumping her onto her back.

But Alyssa continued to prove adept. Millicent could do little about the woman pulling her leg free, as she never had more than enough of a grip to hold it aloft, and she could sense the woman's legs closing in around her. Though familiar with the counter, the redhead could do little to stop it - a point to Alyssa. But as the woman's quite shapely legs closed around the empress' head, the larger woman muscled forward, working to keep her feet so she still remained over the top of the doctor's body even with her legs around her head. The Amazon had just enough strength to pull it off, and as she did, she pulled back, easing the pressure on her head and pushing down on Alyssa's breasts.

That did not leave her failing to notice the strength in those legs nonetheless, and she struggled to avoid clenching her jaw, showing pain.