The Celestial Waltz - Britanny Yse v. Calistra Etoile [Standard Match]

[NotoriousGoddess]

The muted cacophony of the arena was a familiar sound to Calistra. Backstage, she cold feel the vibrations of the crowd through the concrete walls. Her reflection stared back from a polished mirror, a smug smile appearing on her face. Her attire clung to her sculpted, thicc, sexy figure, a testament to the power and elegance she possessed. She wasn't nervous, but she was reflective about the coming match. A result of their confrontation at the gym, Calistra was honestly a bit excited to show off her prowess to a woman like Britanny, and her ever-loving audience. A wager had also been issued between the two ojous, one that Calistra was keen on winning.

She rolled her neck, the faint pop of her vertebrae being audible to her. She took a deep breath, before she exited the locker room and approached the curtain, waiting for the opening notes of her entrance music to play. Once it started, that was her cue.

The stage lights dimmed, and a single, blinding spotlight pierced the darkness at the top of the ramp, and there she stood. The crowd's roar washed all over her as she began her descent. She strutted, blowing kisses to the wild audience members as she neared the ring.

Reaching ringside, she didn't bother with the conventional method of entry. Instead, she launched herself, vaulting effortlessly over the top rope. Her body arced sensually through the air in a perfect, clean line, landing on the mat with a soft thud.

Straightening up, she stood in the center of the ring, the lights bathing her. Then, she moved to the nearest turnbuckle, ascending it to survey her domain, before raising her hand in the air to hail the crowd in a single act of arrogance. Hopping down, she would lightly bounce on the balls of her feet, stretching her arms over her head. Turning her body towards the entrance ramp, she leaned against the ropes, crossing her arms over her chest and puffing out her massive breasts as she waited eagerly and patiently for her darling opponent to arrive.

[Bearhug Goddess]

It had been a few weeks since the last interaction between the two, and one thing was certain: Britanny had been eagerly awaiting this match! The Frenchwoman wanted to fight this woman, as strong and elegant as herself. She wanted to dominate her, humiliate her, and use her as a model for her lingerie brand... But to do that, she had to win this match!

Britanny

Theme

Calistra may have had a magnificent entrance, cheered on by the crowd, but Britanny was a legend who had nothing to prove to anyone. Accompanied by her new theme song, the Frenchwoman appeared on the ramp and struck her iconic pose, this time without a smile. The crowd cheered the Frenchwoman, even though she was a heel, and Britanny resumed her walk to the ring, taking her time, letting the lights follow her so that she would be the only one illuminated... At least, until she stepped into the ring and met Calistra once again... Finally.

She raised her hand and formed a fist to end her theme, looked her opponent up and down, then smiled playfully, slowly approaching Calistra with a dominant... almost threatening air.

"Wow, you really came... I'm so glad.~"

Britanny pressed her chest against Calistra's and tried to push her away simply by thrusting with her torso.

"So glad to be able to squeeze you, smother you, and spank you again in front of an audience ! OOohohohohohoh !~"

[NotoriousGoddess]

Calistra watched as her long-awaited opponent struck a pose before descending down the ring. She would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to facing off against this shooting star of an opponent, especially one who rivaled her in almost every department! But now, on this glorious evening, Calistra would need to show her ever-loving crowd and her opponent who was the brighter star in this galaxy!

Calistra had a sly grin appear on her face as Britanny finally decided to step into the ring. Even though the two egomaniacs of women were pitted against each other, Calistra did give Britanny some credit on how she carried herself. This show she put up would make Calistra's victory all the more satisfying.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world, darling~!" Calistra said, holding her ground and pressing her chest back into Britanny's. She was not one to feel threatened, and she took this display as more of a challenge.

"And don't think I won't be doing the same~!" Calistra would bring her finger up to Britanny's chin and lift her head up as if she was inspecting her, before retracting. "You'll look so sweet when you're buried underneath my divine ass!"

And with that, she would walk back to her corner, waiting for the bell to ring and her show to start.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The two wrestlers faced off once again, this time in a slightly less friendly atmosphere. They traded barbs, and although the crowd went wild, reacting to every jab Calistra and Brittany threw at each other, the French wrestler remained unfazed, smiling. Her eyes lowered slightly, and her head tilted forward, glancing briefly at her opponent's backside before straightening up and crossing her arms under her chest, supporting her chin with one arm.

"Buried under your what ? This tiny rear can't be compared to an ass~"

The wrestler with white and blue hair turned and slid her hips against her opponent's, trying to gently push her away by showing that her own backside was far superior! She then turned to slap her opponent's butt provocatively and smiled with amusement and arrogance at her rival as the match was about to begin.

"But since you ask, I'll let you kiss my magnificent ass in front of this magnificent audience!"

[NotoriousGoddess]

Calistra's eyes narrowed slightly, amusement dancing in them as she took in Britanny's taunts. She didn't flinch, but instead leaned in, her own smirk widening as she met the Frenchwoman's gaze as her own cheeks jiggled from the impact.

"Ohohoho, is that so~?" Calistra purred confidently. She allowed her eyes to drift downwards as well, a slow sweep over Britanny's posterior, before meeting her eyes again. "It seems you have been mistaken, mine completely beats your sorry excuse for a rear~"

She took a step forward, her body brushing against Britanny's as she did. Her hand came up to rest lightly on Britanny's hip, almost posessively.

"And what I plan to do with it," Calistra continued, "is bury your face in it until you fall blissfully asleep, and then have some more fun with you~" As soon as those last words escaped Calistra's lips, the bell would ring, signaling the start of the match. And unluckily for Britanny, Calistra would make the first move.

"But first, I think you should get a taste of what you'll be buried in!" With that, Calistra would sprint sprint to the opposite rope before launching herself from there, jumping off the ground and going for a flying hip attack aimed directly at Britanny!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Once again, Calistra didn't seem impressed by Britanny, even though for once the Frenchwoman was the veteran and the most popular in the ring. She had to show her opponent, and the spectators, who was the best wrestler... And although Britanny didn't like it, she let her opponent touch her buttocks while smiling at her.

DING

The two heavyweight giants exchanged a few more words and provocations before the bell rang, announcing the start of the match, which Calistra wasted no time in beginning. She finally broke free from the Frenchwoman and launched herself onto the ropes behind her, using them to propel herself at full speed towards the white-haired wrestler and deliver a hip attack to her chest.

"Umph!"

Britanny took the blow, recoiling a few steps back, remaining upright despite the powerful hip strike Calistra had just landed on her. Her weight and speed were formidable, but Britanny smiled, defiantly eyeing her opponent.

"Is that all? How disappointing, Lady Etoile! Now let me show you what a real hip attack is~"

Britanny stepped back slightly, pressing her back against the ropes but not using them to propel herself forward. She wanted to prove she was far superior with less assistance, and it was with her raw speed alone that she lunged at her rival, leaping at the last moment, spinning, and thrusting her hips forward for a hip attack straight to Calistra's face!

[NotoriousGoddess]

The air crackled with anticipation, the roar of the crowd vibrated through the canvas and up Calistra's boots. She watched as Britanny took her hip attack. The "Umph!" was a satisfying sound, a confirmation of her own power. But the fact that the Frenchwoman remained standing, that defiant smile still plastered on her face only served to fuel her competitiveness.

Calistra rolled her neck in response to Britanny's words, her own smirk never leaving her lips. She didn't want to retreat, or brace herself. She stood her ground, a celestial body ready to weather a comet's impact. She watched Britanny explode forwards, a blur of white and blue as she launched herself into the air. Her spin was perfect, her bountiful ass on a direct trajectory aimed with quite the precision at Calistra's face.

There was no time to dodge, only to react. In the split second before the impact would happen, Calistra would try to drop her center of gravity, twisting her torso, throwing her arms up to deflect the attack. It would connect, hopefully not flush, glacing off her forearms and shoulder, the force still staggering sending her a step back or two, leaning against the ropes.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Britanny lunged at her opponent after creating as much distance as possible, preparing a vengeful hip attack with her massive rear-end, demonstrating who was the stronger of the two in the ring... But the crowd would only get their answer if Calistra let herself be hit and absorbed the attack as Britanny had...

...And she didn't let herself be hit! She didn't dodge the Frenchwoman's hip attack, instead grabbing her in her arms and using her strength and weight to throw her backward, forcing Britanny, surprised to feel her center of gravity shift, to continue her run toward the ropes to avoid losing her balance. The white-and-blue-haired girl took this as a betrayal and stared at her opponent for half a second as her back slammed against the ropes.

“How dare you…”

This time, Britanny used the ropes to propel herself toward her opponent, faster but, above all, more vengeful than ever! There was no question of turning her back on Calistra or giving her a second chance to counter; this time the Frenchwoman charged at her rival to tackle her to the ground with a powerful Spear!

“FACE ME, CALISTRA !!”