Stress Test! Raya Ashberry vs Bandita!

[CyanDimitrik]

Would Bandita be able to fully squeeze Raya into submission? Given the size disparity, it's unlikely. But even if she can't, she's giving it her full strength because she can feel the fight has left her opponent. This, from now on, is about making a statement. Turning heads. Raising the temperature. Bandita may not get a submission victory out of her, but she may be able to squeeze her until she's mostly limp!

That's what she's decided she's going for. She wants this taller woman physically dominated on her feet. The thought of it is a thrill, a rush, spiking her adrenaline and urging her to hang on and make Raya suffer the intense and lingering pressure. The luchadora arches her back inwards, pushing her midsection harder against Raya's stomach, overwhelmingly feeling the density of her abdominals against her. "Nngh..!" She shifts, trying to grind the hold tighter, eyes squeezing shut. The smooth ripples of muscle through the teen's biceps and triceps flex, popping with sweaty definition.

But she has to take a pause, relax the arms for a few moments to take a couple hard breaths. A powerhouse, the plucky bandit is not. Her forte lies in technical prowess. Not brute force. Tonight, though... tonight, she wants to see how far she can take it. How deep she can crush Raya's body against hers. And with a couple deep breaths in, Bandita's arms clinch in again. Her back arches, pushing her midsection hard against Raya's, belly-to-belly. All in the midst of a roaring, stunned, and utterly thrilled audience.

"Hnngh..! You're.. mine..!," she pants.

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Raya finally has an instant to breathe as her opponent relaxes slightly, but the moment is too shortlived to recover either strength or pride, as she's left being squeezed once again by her smaller opponent.

"uuurgh...I-I...please...I sub..I submit!" she muttered, barely able to speak unable to take it anymore, having been dominated both physically and mentally. The thought of having gone so far to cheat and still end up in this situation was nothing less than embarassing, but she had nothing left to do but take it. All she could do now was hope that Bandita had a shred of mercy or that the ref would hear her verbal submission, but it seemed that she hadn't as she just stood there next to them and watched, her incompetence that had worked previously in Rya's favour was now backfiring here, and so Raya had no other option than to plead for Bandita to spare her after everything she had pulled off. "I-I'm sorry...please have mercy..."

[CyanDimitrik]

Bandita was definitely hoping for a very visual sign of dominance over Raya - an absolute spectacle for the eighteen-year-old luchadora to physically overpower the taller girl in a bearhug of all things! All the rush and allure of that savage body-vs-body contact, and visceral contest, with the added perk of being a defining moment!

But Raya's hanging in there. At least, until she vocally submits. The referee didn't hear it, though! So the question comes down to... what does Bandita do? She wants to continue crushing her, for the audience to actually see her squeeze the life (okay, not really) out of an opponent who was tormenting her. It would be satisfying..! But-.. ugh.

Ugh!

She's not that vicious merciless person!

And her heart couldn't take it if Laxia gave her another of those looks! The amount of shame that ran through her instantaneously following that barrage, it threatened to suck the soul right out of her. No victory, no matter how dramatic, no matter how personally gratifying and empowering, was worth potentially losing Laxia. Of making her think less of her.

"F-fine!," she suddenly blurts, her arms relaxing. "M'gonna put you away 'de right way, then!"

Leaning forward, she releases her grip and shoves Raya downwards, hoping to lie the girl flat on the mat. And once body contact has broken, the rush of the open arena air hits her sweaty skin, immediately causes goosebumps. She paws her bangs back out of her face, succeeding only in a few seconds of relief beforethey damply drop right back down into her peripheral.

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Raya keeps begging for mercy, feeling the light slowly leave her eyes from how crushing the bearhug is, inwardly cursing the ref, until finally she hears Bandita say something that she can't quite make out, but suddenly the grip around Raya's body loosens and she finds herself dropping to the floor, laid out flat on her back as she gasps for air and feels the pain slowly start to subside as her stomach heaves up and down, finally freed from the clutches of Bandita's powerful bearhug.

Her blurry vision slowly clears and all Raya can see is her opponent standing tall over her, she quickly turns her head to the side, too ashamed to even make eye contact. She hopes Bandita will make things quick, especially having already verbally submitted. The fear of even further punishment keeps her frozen as she meekly stays as still as possible, trying not to move even a single muscle, and with a gulp prepares herself for Bandita to finish her off.

[CyanDimitrik]

The image is plenty dramatic. It's not quite the dramatic image she originally intended, and she isn't even aware that this one is taking place. Raya, lying helpless on the mat at her feet. Bandita's shoulders and chest rising and falling heavily with each breath, lips parted, both fighters glistening under the harsh overhead lights.

Raya turns her face away.

Bandita lifts her gaze to the audience.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

She slowly lifts her index finger into the air, signaling the finish to come. And even with her being relatively new to the LAW federation, the audience fully understands what this means. It brings the crowd to a fevered pitch, feet stomping throughout the arena.

She turns to a turnbuckle and begins marching, arms raised above her head and rhythmically clapping. The audience falls in sync with the beat, continuing it on as the teenager begins climbing the ropes. Every muscle burns, her limbs aching and reluctant to cooperate after the submission hold she'd endured, and after the squeezing stress she'd endured crushing Raya in an embrace. But she works her way up the ropes, and with a nimble little hop, she about-faces to look down at Raya on the mat.

Her legs slowly straighten, Bandita lifting to stand at her full height balanced on the ropes. Her fists raise, gathering her strength - primarily in her legs for the leap and control about to come. And with a quick bend of the knees, Bandita leaps from her perch, her slender body whirling in a corkscrew shooting star. She slings into the air like a firecracker, bringing the insanely built momentum into a downwards plummet!

Right up until she comes crashing down square across Raya's exposed stomach with her own. Bandita's smooth abdominals collide over Raya's own toned belly with the full impact of her high-flying finisher, The Heist of the Century!

[Letta]

Watching Bandita haul Raya back to her feet, Laxia swallowed and held her breath, waiting to see what the luchadora would try next. What was she going to pull out this time? Some spectacular move she had never shown before? Or maybe the *Delito Caliente* she had used on Laxia herself...? Possibilities raced through Laxia’s mind. Then Bandita wrapped both arms around Raya’s waist.

“No way...”

Laxia’s eyes widened. “A bearhug...!?” Taking on someone so noticeably larger than herself head-on and trying to crush her through sheer strength. It was almost absurdly bold. Which made it very Bandita. “Yes...! Squeeze the fight right out of her, Bandita...!” Laxia beamed. After everything Raya had done, seeing the smaller Bandita overpower her through brute force was immensely satisfying. She was practically bouncing in place when Bandita suddenly shot her a sidelong glance through half-lidded eyes.

“Haha...! Ha...”

Laxia’s laughter gradually faded.

“...Hm?”

Suddenly, the scene looked very different. Raya held tightly inside Bandita’s arms. Their bodies pressed completely together. And with how revealing Raya’s gear was, there was no ignoring her fuller figure or those sharply sculpted abs... Bandita could probably feel all of that right now.

“......”

Laxia instinctively folded one arm across her chest, while her other hand drifted toward her own stomach. Why was she suddenly comparing herself? No. She didn’t want to know. More importantly, what exactly had that look from Bandita meant?

Was she telling me to watch...? On purpose..!?

Before her thoughts could spiral any further, Raya’s cries of pain pulled her attention back to the ring. For a moment, Laxia almost felt sorry for her. Almost. Then she remembered the sneaky low blow. The stunt with the referee. The endless arrogance. The sympathy faded quickly, and a small, satisfied smile returned to her lips.

This has to be it...!

Laxia pushed the increasingly tangled thoughts aside and waited for what surely had to be the finish. Except... Bandita didn’t stop. Instead, she adjusted her grip and squeezed even harder...! Their bodies were pressed even more tightly together, skin against skin as the crowd roared its approval. Laxia was impressed by the strength Bandita was managing to summon. And yet... A tiny seed of suspicion began to grow. Raya already looked like she had lost the will to fight. So why keep squeezing...? Unless... She doesn’t just... want to stay pressed against Raya a little longer, does she...? Then Bandita’s breathless voice carried across the ring.

...You’re... mine...!

“......!”

Laxia’s eyes went wide. No. That was a perfectly normal thing to say in a wrestling match. It just meant she had her opponent under control. Nothing strange about it. Nothing at all..... So why did she have to say it while they were pressed together like that..? Why while breathing like that? With that look on her face? Wh-what is that supposed to mean...?! Heat rushed into Laxia’s cheeks. And Raya, by now, actually seemed to be begging.

“......”

Why was it so hot in here? When Bandita finally released the bearhug and let Raya drop, Laxia glanced around almost accusingly. Really, for a venue like this, they could at least keep the air conditioning at a reasonable temperature. That had to be it. There was certainly no other reason her face should feel this warm...! Having very conveniently settled on that explanation, Laxia turned her attention back to the ring. Her cheeks were still flushed, her expression caught somewhere between relief, anticipation, and something far more complicated as she waited to see how Bandita intended to finish Raya off.

Then Bandita raised a single finger toward the ceiling. The arena erupted. Laxia erupted right along with the crowd. All the distracting thoughts from moments ago seemed to wash away at once. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she watched Bandita make her way toward the turnbuckle. When the luchadora began clapping overhead, urging the crowd into rhythm, Laxia turned toward the nearby stands and raised her hands above her head too. She clapped along with everyone else, matching the beat as it rolled through the arena.

Then her attention snapped right back to Bandita. Her expression tightened with anticipation as she watched the exhausted luchadora begin climbing the ropes, working her tired body upward one careful step at a time.

“Go on... Bandita...”

Laxia murmured the encouragement under her breath, barely daring to breathe as Bandita climbed higher. Higher. Then higher still. And then she leapt. Laxia’s hands flew back over her mouth. Her eyes followed Bandita as she swept through the air in a beautiful arc, twisting through a dazzling corkscrew before plummeting back toward the mat. Then Bandita came crashing down stomach-first across Raya’s abdomen. The Heist of the Century! “Yes....!!” Laxia practically jumped in place, cheering as the spectacular finisher landed cleanly.

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Raya's eyes widen as she watches her opponent climb the turnbuckle. Would it not have been too much to ask for Bandita to simply pin her and get it over with, she thinks. On the other hand, she also has no room to complain, as Bandita could have prolonged this match as much as she wanted and yet she at the very least looks like she's about to finish things in spectacular fashion. Raya's eyes make eye contact with her opponent, and for a moment she stares up at Bandita in awe, but is quickly brought back down to earth once her foe leaps and whirls, crashing into her with their stomachs colliding, forcing Raya to let out a huge grunt of pain.

"HRRRGH!" Raya cried out weakly in one last gasp before her eyes fluttered shut after taking so much damage, and thus she would lay there completely knocked out at the mercy of Bandita, her body having completely surrendered.

[CyanDimitrik]

Bodies crash together, Bandita's bare abdominals smashing across Raya's equally bared abs. The impact is enough to knock the luchadora, herself, breathless, jolting inwards from the collision with a wince. But she quickly recollects herself and corrects the image! Her elbows and forearms plant firmly to the mat, while her knees and shins lie flat behind her, legs spread to distribute her weight. Her back arches, pushing her stomach hard against Raya's while elevating her head and shoulders to look out at the audience.

Or more particularly, to look towards Laxia.

The pin is brimming with confidence as much as it is with dominance, defying Raya to lift a shoulder. In fact, the pinning position is precisely the one Bandita was initially using on Laxia at the end of their match before decidedly swapping it to something different. So now, Laxia gets to witness how it must have looked with Bandita lying across her, smiling open-mouthed at her and the crowd beyond.

For Bandita's part... she's hurting. Badly. In ways she hates to even think about. But this iconic position and pose over the opposition is priceless. And being able to execute the move for Laxia's viewing pleasure (and her own personal gratification) is exquisite. Feeling the muscled belly beneath her, every breath pushing their midsections together, a constant and steady reminder of the body that lies conquered beneath her...

The referee drops beside the pair to begin slapping the mat for the pin!