Meeting A Lioness

[CaptainL]

Astrid thought this would be a good moment for Joyce to learn from. The powerbomb had a clear setup, with a distinct series of steps to guide its victim into position. If Joyce had watched enough matches, she surely would know what Astrid was doing, and she'd have plenty of opportunities with which to counter - she could pull her head free from her legs before the pressure grew too great, or she could keep her feet planted on the mat to resist being lifted. If she was truly daring, Joyce could even take advantage of when Astrid had her by her shoulders by clamping her legs shut around her head and flipping back into a hurricanrana. It would be a good opportunity for Joyce to learn about counters, and when she was faced with such a common move, it would be a lesson she could take with her into several matches to come.

Of course...all of that was predicated upon Joyce actually wanting to get out of her predicament. When Astrid saw the girl give a shake of her hips while she was being bent over, she took a pause, blinking a few times. She was unsure of what she was doing, but it wouldn't hold her back for long. Soon, Astrid had her on her shoulders. Once again, she paused for a few seconds, waiting to see if Joyce would respond. She knew she had sworn not go easy on the brunette, and she felt guilty for going back on that promise...but she still had to raise an eyebrow questioningly. She'd given Joyce plenty of opportunity to free herself from what was sure to be a hard-hitting move, and she didn't take the bait. She would've thought she'd at least made some effort to get away by now. The champion had to wonder what was going on in her head...

But either way, Astrid's mercy wouldn't last forever. When the time passed, and Joyce inevitably didn't put up a fight, Astrid would spare her no more time. She dropped down to her knees, swinging Joyce overhead in the process to ram her back into the canvas!

[Joyce_Hilda]

"Oh, God..." this last thought crossed Joyce's mind as she felt the wind passing through her body, when Astrid threw her down. As soon as she felt the heavy thud of her back hitting the canvas, Joyce opened her mouth agape, with saliva flying from it, but no sound coming up, neither screams or moans. The impact was so heavy, that her breasts bounced intensely, highlighting the curves of her body. Only somebody bling wouldn't notice it.

Laying down and still on the match, Joyce remained on her position, arms and legs spreaded around, also highlighting her natural curves. Her breasts bouncing at the rythm of her breath, her thick thighs trembling a bit, due to the impact. A not so huge, but still very visible cameltoe forming on her buruma, maybe because of how her buruma got grabbed during the whole move. Also, her shirt was lifted a bit, and now it was possible to see Joyce's slightly chubby belly and navel, along with part of her pink bra.

Joyce was extremely aroused at that point. Luckily, her currently position could cover up and make Astrid think Joyce was just winded out due to the impact. However, from Joyce's POV, she could only see a big, tall, muscular amazon ready to dominate her. She was mentally praying to get either choked by Astrid, got her buffy arms grabbing Joyce's legs and applying a lock, or that Astrid forced Joyce back at her feet and put her in a hold that made Joyce's face get smothered by that huge nordic melons.

[CaptainL]

Astrid was really hoping that Joyce was going to wise up to what she was doing. She had set up an unmistakable powerbomb, and now, she was just waiting for the brunette to catch on and act accordingly. She'd given her plenty of opportunities to free herself, or to set up a counter; perhaps she had even waited longer for a response from Joyce than she would have against a real opponent. But in the end, Astrid wasn't going to wait forever. She knew Joyce wouldn't get those mercies in a real match, and one way or another, she needed to know what would happen to her if she wouldn't escape.

The ring shook when Astrid's knees came down against it, but it shook even more violently when Joyce came crashing down a moment later. If there were any fans present, the arena would surely be filled with gasps at the sight of such a landing. The Norsewoman needed a moment to catch her breath, wiping some sweat off her brow, but when she looked back at Joyce, she continued her lecture. "What was that about!?" she grumbled, fixing a disappointed glare on the flattened girl. "You had plenty of chances to escape, but you didn't even try a single one! You know the expression, you miss 100% of the shots you don't make? If you just sit there and let your opponent take advantage of you like that, you're setting yourself up for t-hey, are you listening to me?"

Joyce only lay there, her eyes glazed over and her cheeks flushed. Astrid snapped her fingers, trying to get her attention, but it was no use. Everything the champion said might as well have been meaningless noise to Joyce, when she was lost in her own thoughts. And that didn't help much when Astrid was trying to teach her something! She sighed, but moved in closer to her student, bringing her legs underneath her to get down from her knees - and in the process leaving Joyce's head just a few centimeters away from her crotch. Maybe a more forceful approach was what she needed to get Joyce back in the game.

"You see? If you just roll over like this...your opponent can do THIS to you!" Then, she kicked out her legs, wrapping her powerful thighs around Joyce's head! As she crossed her legs at the ankles and flexed her muscles, her thighs bulged against Joyce's head, compressing her skull even more. Astrid wanted to show her what it would look like if her opponents saw the chance to dominate her...little did she know, she was only making things worse!

[Joyce_Hilda]

Joyce didn't hear a single word coming from Astrid's mouth. The only thing she was focusing was on a huge, muscular blonde amazon scolding her for her mistakes, and this was very hot for Joyce. It was like getting a MILF calling her a "naughty girl" and saying she deserved a punishment for being naughty, and the punishment, indeed, came, and it was as hot as Joyce expected: first, she got her face just a few inches away from Astrid's crotch. Then, suddenly, her big, muscular legs wrapped around Joyce's head, squeezing her skull.

When this happened, Joyce's eyes went wide open! Such a position was wonderful to be for her. She felt woozy, dazed, breathless, defenseless... it was quite a cascade of feelings overloading Joyce. The young brazilian wrestling apprentice tried to struggle - in vain - kicking her legs viciously. Her shoes releasing loud thuds as her soles slammed on the canvas. The vicious movement of her thick legs making her cameltoe more and more visible. Her hands clasped on Astrid's thighs, both to try to ease up the hold and to feel how toned they were. The fact, sometimes, Joyce accidentally rubbed her legs together sometimes made everything even better.

[CaptainL]

Astrid's intentions were in the right place, at least. She wanted to illustrate how Joyce's lack of action had left herself vulnerable, not only to the powerbomb she'd set up but also to how an opponent could take advantage of her dazed state in order to set up an even more punishing move. But if that was what Astrid wanted to say...it might as well have been gibberish to Joyce. What she was focused on was how she had ended up with her head enveloped by Astrid's firm thighs, pressing into her cheeks with their vice-like grip, and all with her face brushing up ever so slightly against the champion's groin, the contours of which were only accentuated by how tightly her shorts had become pulled against her body by the strength with which she clamped onto the girl's head. Every so often, Astrid adjusted her position, rubbing her legs together to tighten her squeeze, and brushing her skin against Joyce's face in the process...but that would only excite the brunette even more!

Whatever was going on in the Young Lioness's head was completely lost on Astrid. When she saw her legs flailing and her hands grasping for her thighs, Astrid only saw the struggles of a wrestler desperate to escape from a hold. Astrid had no illusions that Joyce stood a chance of getting free...but that only served to prove her point that her student was in over her head. "Not so fun, is it? You see, that's why it's important to avoid taking hits. Especially hits you know you can't bounce back from!"

Astrid wanted Joyce to learn something, but she didn't want to outright knock her out - she still wanted Joyce to be able to recognize where she'd gone wrong, after all. Eventually, when she was sure she could go no further without Joyce passing out, Astrid let go, rolling aside to get to her knees on the mat. There, she dusted herself off, looking back at her student. "I chose not to knock you out there," she explained, "so that I'd have the chance to explain. But your opponents won't be as generous."

[Joyce_Hilda]

"T-Thank you, mistress..." Joyce said, with a weak voice. As she was released, she made an effort to go back at her feet, but stopped sitting sideways and supporting her body with one of her arms, using the other one to shake her head. Her entire body language was now flirtful, only somebody who didn't find Joyce attractive would ignore the signals: her thighs were pointed at Astrid, highlighting its curves and thickness. Her shirt was crumpled, pressed against her breasts, enhancing them, and revealing part of her belly. With the excuse of shaking her dizziness away, Joyce removed her glasses, to highlight her eyes, also giving Astrid a lost stare, that even looking like a stunned stare, also looked like a flirting as well. She was also shaking her hair, which was a pretty vision.

"S-Sorry, teacher, I promise this won't happen again..." Joyce said, blushing.

[CaptainL]

Astrid wasn't mad at Joyce - she was just disappointed. She had set out to show her what sorts of situations she needed to look out for in her matches, and how she could take advantage of them. When Joyce didn't seem to be getting the memo, she began to worry that if the brunette didn't shape up, her career would be doomed before it had even begun. She knew there was potential in her - her technical prowess told her as much - but that would mean nothing if Joyce couldn't get herself out of an obvious trap. Astrid wanted that potential to shine...and when it wasn't, it left her grumbling under her breath.

But when Joyce got up onto her side, pointing her legs toward her and shaking out her hair...Astrid didn't know what to think. She blinked a few times, raising her eyebrow in confusion. Was Joyce trying to come on to her? Her body language seemed to suggest as much, but if she could think clearly enough to send signals like these even when she was still rattled from the fall...well, Astrid couldn't help but be a little impressed. But why now? And why her? Was she trying to get out of a harsher punishment, or...was this why she hadn't measured up to the challenge before?

Astrid blushed a little as she thought about it. She did have to admit, Joyce was pretty...but this clearly wasn't the time. She raised a hand to her mouth, clearing her throat. "Mmf, right, all right, well..." It was then she realized that she didn't know how to proceed from here. She was still grappling with the sense that Joyce was trying to flirt with her, and she had no idea how to address that. How she was going to continue the training session was far from the forefront of her thoughts.

"...Well, how about we take a break, for now? Take the time to get some water, stretch, and catch your breath, and then meet me back here. I'm sure after a powerbomb like that, you could use it." Astrid was indeed concerned about how well Joyce was doing, but this would also give her the opportunity to think about how she wanted to go from here.

[Joyce_Hilda]

Joyce relaxed, and decided to go to her water bottle, to take some sips. She was panting hard, and being quite a bit loudly. Her body was steaming from all the effort she put on the class. After drinking what she needed, she still held her water bottle.

Out of the corner of her eye, Joyce watched Astrid's movements. Every time she realized that she was in the trainer's field of vision, she would do some things... singular: with the excuse of refreshing herself, she would splash water over her face and bust. To "stretch out", Joyce was also touching her toes, just to show Astrid her beautiful Brazilian ass clad in blue buruma. At one point, she even "tweaked" her buruma, making the fabric snap against her sweaty skin, complete with a slap of her own hands on both of her hips.

"Wanna a bit, trainer?" Joyce offered her water, politely

[CaptainL]

Joyce wasn't the only one who could use a break. Astrid knew that this was putting its strain on her too, and as the brunette stepped off, she took a moment to stretch, rolling her shoulders and working some soreness out of her limbs. If she was going to challenge Joyce, she couldn't go easy on her - and even if the girl wasn't fighting back all that much, she was showing a good deal of resilience, which meant Astrid had to work to keep up with her. If nothing else, Joyce had that going for her.

After a moment, the Norsewoman followed her student out into the hall - and she paused for a moment, letting her gaze linger on Joyce's body language. It may have taken her a while to catch on, but it was hard for her to deny it now - Joyce was definitely trying to flirt with her. The way the water droplets clung to her face, accentuating her features while at the same time drawing the fabric of her shirt closer against her chest, how she bent over to display her ass to the world...it made Astrid blush for a moment, but at the same time, she knew it would be inappropriate for this to go anywhere. She was getting married at the end of the year, and she was here to train Joyce, not date her. She believed in being professional above all else, even if Joyce did make her just a little curious. She just hoped she could turn her advances down subtly enough that Joyce would think she was still oblivious and not take it personally - whether it was inappropriate or not, Joyce was still her student, and she felt bad about crushing her dreams.

"Er...I'll be fine. I have my own," Astrid explained, producing her own water bottle from her bag and moving to fill it. "Thank you for the offer, though." Did that settle things? Or did it make them worse? Astrid wasn't quite sure...

[Joyce_Hilda]

Well, Joyce made her approach, and it didn't work. Honestly, she was already conscious that move was bound to fail, it was so cliché. Still, she didn't do that just to flirt, he wanted to legitimately be nice with Astrid, for all the hard work she was putting to help Joyce. She shrugged, put her water bottle back in her back and sat in the bench, awaiting for further instructions from her trainer.