Madeline Christiansen vs. Amandine Mayeaux - Bolide Impact

[Lightman]

Match Type: Hentai Accepted Submission
Victory Conditions: Achieved by submission over an opponent after they have achieved a forced orgasm. The winner must accept the submission for the match to end, otherwise, the match continues.
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Madeline simply could not have asked for anything better.

Tonight was a moment of utmost importance for her, and the stage had been set for an absolutely stunning bout. Not only did the rules cater to her sensual aptitudes, but tonight's opponent would be one of the more established wrestlers in the league, meaning that her fall would make things all the more rewarding. Amandine. Sweet, spicy, smooth, and tasteful, this name was. She could only hope the woman herself would be just as satisfying. Madeline would find out soon enough, as she planned to explore every nook and cranny of what tonight's foe would have to offer.

And this opponent was burning bright if Amandine's nickname was anything to go by. Fresh off of a string of victories, the rising star of the buxom French muscle goddess was as powerful and imposing as the videos and pictures try to do justice. Muscles as smooth as ivory but hard as mountains; they lined her body with subtle hints of her past curvature smoothing them out. The kind of godly, admirable body normally associated with statues carved of precious stones. Already there was a lot to like, but as much as her opponent seemed deserving of respect, Madeline would refuse to give it to her. In the pursuit of greatness, other people are like pawns, nothing but the lowest step on the staircase to the top. Everything about this match sided with the Brit's tastes perfectly, and she was determined to put on a magnificent showcase.

One that ends in a satisfying victory for herself, and humiliating mockery of her opponent.

Spoiler

Soon enough the beginnings of tonight would blare out in the form of her entrance music just outside the entrance curtain. She let out a deep sigh and slowly moved the curtains aside before making her way down the entrance ramp. The lights shone brilliantly on her as she made a slow but elegant descent down the ramp. There was fresh energy in her steps but a cautiousness in her expression. Large and in charge, but not excessively and tastelessly arrogant and pompous. Her passion did not blind her for Madeline knew who she was fighting. With a flourish, Madeline took off the long sarong adorned on her waist before slipping off her heels and climbing up the steps. The coolness of the metal was immediately felt on the soles of her feet before they would grace the coarseness of the canvas that she will make art with.

As she takes in the reception from the crowd in the form of hoots and hollers, Madeline would wait in the corner, elegantly resting her leg on the top rope. A casual stretch, yet belies the strength in them. Her facial expressions showed no sign of strain or effort, not even a hint of doubt or anxiety. Outwardly, Madeline was relaxed and poised as any aristocrat would be. Inwardly, she just wanted this French Fireball to appear and grace her presence.

[NoChill27]

Amandine, the buxom muscle goddess, descended the ramp with a smile on her face. It has been a while since she had a match, and the French Fireball was excited that she face off against another bikini-clad beauty like herself.

Her body was covered in muscles that were as hard as mountains and as smooth as ivory. She had the kind of divine, wonderful body that is typically seen in ancient Greek sculptures. Every stride she took as she marched down the ramp exuded confidence and sensuality, especially when her glorious chest jiggled with each step as if it were trying to escape from her white bikini bra.

Amandine climbed onto the ring, pushing down the ropes with her toned legs with a confident smile.The moment she made eye contact with her opponent, she knew what she had to do. She then went to her designated corner, then raised her arms high into the air, stretching and flexing her muscles towards her opponent, licking her lips.

The French beauty then made her way to the centre of the ring, lowering her body to reveal the enormous jugs that were jiggling inside of that scant white top, while blowing a kiss to Madeline.

"Bonjour. I suppose you will be my opponent for tonight? You certainly look cute~"

Spoiler

[Lightman]

And here she is. In all of its glory, Amandine strode down the ramp and immediately Madeline can let her eyes take in that form. There were many things that jumped out at her but the main two were the sheer confidence and power that radiated out of the grey-haired beauty's rock-hard, chiseled form.

Madeline has seen that smile before. On the surface, it gives a warm vibe that can bring someone at ease. Look deeper and it exudes the confidence one expected of a living Greek statue in spite of her French origin. Her bikini looked like it might simply pop off from the rising and falling of her near-perfectly globular breasts. Beneath that iron, chiseled belly were meaty thighs that looked almost ready to vanish her bottoms beneath their tensed muscles. A frame rivaling that of Titans, powerful muscle only covered by a thin layer of curves just enough to give her body a somewhat less brunt appearance.

If all that muscle wasn't just for show, Madeline knew she could be in serious trouble, but she didn't let fear show on her expression as she let that leg fall down, slowly. Deliberately slowly as Amadine stepped inside the ring. "Hmm, I assume you're attempting to charm me with your oh-so-flattering remark. However, I dare say I end up feeling like I expected much more...prose, considering where you come from." The way she dropped that leg without so much as wobble gives some hints to the kind of body the Frenchwoman will be facing. Madeline walked forward to meet her opponent in the middle of the ring, her own tight muscle was hidden, laying in wait beneath smooth, alluring curves, sensual hips, and firm tits to complete the sexy figure.

"Although...I am inclined to let you off the hook as it is our actions that will decide the victor, not words. With a delectable treat such as yourself, do take great comfort in knowing that I plan on thoroughly enjoying you."

[NoChill27]

Amandine smiled at Madeline's words. The British woman exuded confidence. While of a similar stature to her foe, Madeline was shaped differently. Despite being of comparable height to her adversary, Madeline was shaped differently. Amandine's strength was on full display as she made her way towards the middle of to the ring, her muscles chiselled like a marble statue of some Greek goddess. Meanwhile, Madeline kept her strength hidden. While her muscles were no less powerful, Amandine could see a layer of plump atop them, giving her the appearance of curvy and cushiony on the outside while concealing steel beneath.

Amandine licked her lips. She's going to enjoy this~

Amandine then stepped forth closer, her breasts pressed against Madeline's. Amandine let out a small sigh, enjoying the soft sensation of two breasts pressing down on each other. Though, Amandine's was bigger . The French woman then began rubbing them up and down her body, eager to see how Madeline would react.

"Hmm, you have lovely pair,dear. You don't mind if squash them flat?~" Amandine taunted

[Lightman]

Things just got interesting.

Madeline may have been unknown to most people in LAW, but this isn't her first rodeo regarding erotic combat. Then again, LAW did promise a new experience and Amandine was certainly giving it to the Brit. Both girls met bust to bust, with the way that Amandine's white bikini top stretched across her enormous tits, Madeline couldn't help but notice the way the French woman's nipples poked through with clear arousal.

"I do not mind, madam. In fact, I welcome any and all attempts~." She replied in a somewhat flirty tone, pressing her tits in as her firmer pair dug into Amandine's squishy pair. The bell rang but Madeline didn't move back or give any ground to the Frenchwoman. During her pursuits within the world of sex fighting, she's no stranger to the battle of one's tits. With an opponent like Amandine, Madeline would have to make the first move.

A great first impression, to be exact.

The brunette would attempt to surge forth and grab at Amandine's wrists, attempting to thrust her abs forth, tensed up, and focused to smack into the Frenchwoman's. It was inevitable that these two would get close, so Madeline sought to cut to the chase, especially with the game Amandine was playing. If she were able to grasp her, she'd hold her in place, aiming to follow up with another short belly smack and another for good measure.

"Even the unsuccessful ones~."

[NoChill27]

Amandin was starting to enjoy this. She thought Madeline not having as much as muscles as her would be pushover, but she was glad that she was proven wrong. The British beauty eagerly pushed back, her smaller but taut breasts began molding againts hers. Huge curves muhrooming with every shove . She initially tried to pull herself way from the clashing of curves, to try a little game of cat and mouse with Madeleine. But the British woman had snatched her wrists, immediately pulling her back to make sure she's not running away. Abs met abs once more in a sudden impact. Madeline's belly hit Amandine's repeatedly, causing her to moan in bliss.

"How eager aren't you, mademoiselle~ " Amandine said among moans. Her free hand reached to her Madeline's face, tenderly caressing it.

[Lightman]

Eager is one way to put it. A mix of giggles, as well as the grunt whenever flesh smacked upon flesh, were the only sounds that came out of Madeline's throat. To the uninitiated few, it was an awkward dance but for those that have been around the block like Madeline, this was a test of both dexterity and power. And sensual connoisseurs certainly understand how blissful the touch of body-to-body really is. While, for the most part, it usually falls into the grappling side of things, there's just something about the touch of a woman's body that Madeline could spend a lot of time putting into words describing it all. But she doubt the masses in this arena would be the type to care about that, it was the action that they came for.

All in due time. The British Aristocrat-born was taking the time to measure up Amandine's body, examining every bit of that statue-esque form. Madeline was having fun forcing her own abs forwards, while not as chiseled as the Frenchwoman's, tensed up, leaving her to slam into the steely wall before her, letting out a grunt as their bellies smacked together. While it's not literally like smacking into stone, the musculature was almost close to it. So tense, even when it's not. And although Madeline knows very well that muscles don't necessarily equal success in the grappling world, the latent power is enough to let her mind wander off the possibilities.

"I just know what I want." Madeline's emerald gaze focused on Amandine's features, feeling the heat radiating on her skin, from the hot breath to the way those breasts of hers felt so warm. "It would be less fun dealing with someone so...indecisive, don't you agree?"

Madeline's heels dug in and she'd pull at Amandine, raising her body straight to try and smack her against her tummy again and again. Hot as it was, the match wasn't going to go on like this forever though. Pulling at Amandine again, this time Madeline moved her other hand to grip with all ten fingers around the muscular woman's wrist. She'd bend down a little, her taut butt taking the duties from the abs in smacking into Amadine's abs to try and judo-toss her over her shoulder and into the mat! If that worked, Madeline's grappling prowess would get a chance to shine as she then attempt to place that arm between her legs, lowering herself to transition into an armbar on Amandine.

[NoChill27]

"Hmm~ I suppose I can't argue with that." Despite the thunderclaps that rang out as Madeline's abs smacked towards hers, Amandine still had a pleasant smile on her face. She had walked into every match with certain expectations of an exquisite sexual battle, and she was pleased to see even a newcomer like Madeline was able to give her that. The force of their hits caused each woman to recoil, with both trying everything they could to minimise the distance they fell back.

Unfortunately for her, it quickly became evident that Madeline did not intend to fight in this fashion for long. Suddenly, the British woman's hands drew her in and wrapped around her wrist, and she felt herself sailing over Madeline's shoulder and slamming her body onto the mat. She fell with a loud CRASH, the canvas shooked beneath her, but then she immediately grunted in pain as Madelina locked her in an armbar. Amandine gritted her teeth and tried to reach up at Mandeline, wriggling as her arm was pulled on and attempted to grip her foe's thighs tightly to relieve the tension!

[Lightman]

After viewings from a certain Ace within LAW's roster, it's certainly not surprising to see a smaller opponent being able to send someone big crashing down to the canvas. Madeline may not be as short, but compared to the Frenchwoman, the comparison is apt. BJJ didn't teach much of throws, such things only came later in Madeline's journey as she grew her skills in grappling. Sexual wars have evolved from the time of just sex; if you didn't have anything to supplement it, you find yourself left behind while others excel and evolve.

While it was quite a deceiving play from Madeline, she'd rather be in the driving seat when it came to this match. The movements were so familiar, Madeline can do this with her eyes closed, letting her mind be on auto-pilot. Legs wrapping around that arm, draped over those heaving breasts of hers Having a taste of that strong body told the Brit enough that once Amandine got her way, it would be a steep climb as she beat her in terms of strength. Luckily, strength doesn't always win battles. And Madeline has been on the mats many times to know as such.

Unlike those times in BJJ classes, Madeline didn't have to suppress the need to grind her hips all over those triceps. A bit of play when it came to the armbar, raising those hips to put pressure on that arm, legs slightly opening to lightly clamp up on those tits. "Mmmm~." She was tempted to go a little bit further, seeing as those breasts were so satisfying to squeeze when something like a vice grip clamped on her thighs. Well, there goes trying out the French Lotus's own move.

But that is not necessarily a problem for Madeline. With that strength, and with how early this match is, Madeline did not wish to give the French Fireball a chance to break free. While it remains to be seen about Amandine's grappling prowess, it's safe to not let it get to that point. Madeline didn't let such concerns show on her face, letting one leg creep up for her foot to lightly slap Amandine's cheek. Not harsh enough to cause pain, but enough playfulness that still added the mix of pleasure and pain. "You just couldn't let a lady indulge in her fantasies, can't you~? Mmm, no matter. I love it when someone doesn't make this easy for me~."

With that same leg, it snaked back to the back of Amandine's neck, looking to get enough leverage with the grip on the arm to lift up Amandine's upper body. Only enough time to slide her body into position for controlling the back of Amandine, Madeline hopes. Should all work well, the Brit seeks to wrap an arm around Amandine's neck so that she can work a dominant choke in.

[NoChill27]

The French Fireball tried to pry her arm away from the hold, but the British lady's hold was impressively tight. Though she's enjoying the sensation of her arm being squeezed between Madeline's breasts, she still needed to escape. Well, at least she could take a good grope of the British woman's chest~

Her hand moved arm the hold, grabbing to the nearest mound and squeezing it, hoping it would Madeline let go of the armbar. If not, she would also give another hard squeeze on those juicy British thighs that are also squeezing her breasts. And it seemed to be working...

"Sorry, darling. It wouldn't be a fun match if one of us gets dominated that easily." Amandine replied, amused by her foot brushing against her cheek. But suddenly, Madeline had begun shifting her position. Her legs pushed her slightly upwards despite her resistance. But it was enough for Madeline to position herself right behind her. An arm the suddenly wrapped itself around her throat, holding it down tightly. The sudden deprivition of air cause her hands to reflexively to upwards, to try pulling the offending limb from her throat. But all the French Fireball could do at this point is to move her left to right in an attempt to shake off Madeline.