Eve Summers Vs Arlise Christiaens - POW Match

[thesteedman]

The Following Matchup is Scheduelded for One Fall! - Via Pinfall, Submission, Countout or Knockout!
As per the stipulation, the loser of this contest will become a Prisoner of War for the victory over the coming weekend!

Once the announcement of the match had come and gone, it was time for the next match to begin on tonights LAW's card. The crowd were already on their feet knowing the next match would feature two fan favourites, and were curious how such a stipulation came about between the two lovely ladies!

The moment Eve Summers' entrance theme exploded onto the PA system, was the moment everything became official! Naturally the watching audience began to roar out in anticipation for the appearance of the world famous DJ turned wrestler. The announcer had already done his job at setting up her entrance, and all that was left was for the woman herself to appear. Soon enough, the British beauty stepped out from behind the curtain, making her way down towards the ring with high energy. Her features were angelic as always, complimented by the beaming smile spread across her soft lips. She spread her arms outwards as she walked down the entrance ramp, before throwing them upwards in time for some fireworks to begin popping upwards from alongside the ramp in a marvel of colours. Soon enough Eve was tagging as many hands from reaching fans as she could as she made her way down to the ring.

Entering the ring mere moments later, her movement full of energy. She cleared the ropes in a single leap, showing off her impressive athleticism, before she bounced and strode her way into the middle of the ring, once more spreading her arms out to drink in all the energy of the cheering crowds. Eve made a few cheering like gestures, before she made her way to the nearest turnbuckle, scaling upwards with one swift leap... an action that only seemed to increase the volume of the watching audience when the beautiful wrestler and DJ threw her arms into the air. She could not wipe the smile off her face, feeling humbled by the reception.

Things did not seem to die down even when Eve slipped down back to the canvas. She made a few gestures towards the crowd in thanks for the reception pacing around the ring as she revelled in the energy coming from tonight's crowd! Soon enough she retreated to the far corner farthest away from the entrance ramp. The crowd had barely had a chance to calm down, still cheering for one of the fan favourites... before Arlise Christiaens Music suddenly powered onto the PA system which just as much base and volume as Eve's music. The crowd started up again to welcome the next wrestler, as Eve leaned against the turnbuckle with a smile, waiting for her opponent to make her appearance!

[Winter]

Arlise Christiaens believed the time had come for revenge.

She smirked to herself and listened to the first few beats of her music pouring into the arena before her. This was no vindictive revenge that the Belgian planned - far from it. For all of her trickery, Eve Summers had been the best respondee Lise could have hoped for when she made such an open invitation for sparring. She had replayed their session in her mind more than a few times in the weeks since with a particular fondness.

Oh, but she had unfinished business with Eve after the woman had technically cheated. Lise had ended up smothered and crushed and waiting for her opportunity for round two with Eve. Little did she know that LAW would ensure that rematch took place in the ring, as an official match.

Dripping with appeal, Lise emerged to the crowd's roar. They had seemed to enjoy the redhead's choice to embrace the "Titania" moniker again, and Lise had to admit, their continued admiration was more than reassuring. Swaying her hips and slapping hands, Titania descended the ramp with the same energy she once carried - the energy of a woman who looked as if she owned the whole promotion.

Part of that was her blooming confidence and part was how pleased she was to have Eve as her opponent. Lise challenged the gorgeous British woman with her gray-eyed stare the whole time she sauntered up the stairs and wiggled her curvy body through the ropes. She looked even more stunning under the bright arena lights; it was kind of unfair.

Lise realized she was admiring Eve too much. A quiet breath and shake of her head helped to simmer her down, and she hopped up onto the turnbuckle to blow kisses. However excited she was to fight Eve under the bright lights, she needed to remember not to fall into old habits of adoring her opponents rather than wrestling them. She had pulled herself from the brink of falling out of favor; her focus had to be on the victory tonight.

Lise would repay Eve by beating her, anyway. She smiled craftily at the thought and swung off the turnbuckle to face her leggy opponent.

"I never would have thought I would get my next chance to beat you in the LAW arena. I'll have a referee to stop you when you start cheating." The words, and certainly her sly features, carried no malice.

[thesteedman]

Eve couldn't wipe the beautiful smile from her lips when she watched Lise emerge from the top of the crowd to an equally affectionate reception as her own. Hailing from a past federation, Arlise already had the reputation coming into LAW and they had welcomed her with open arms. Arlise was as stunning as Eve remembered from their past meeting only a week ago. Granted she was wearing a little more clothing, the attire hugged her stunning form so well she could still see every curve upon the knockout wrestlers' body.

She wasted no time getting into the ring to greet her opponent. Both women were now very familiar with each other as Eve's smile only grew, recalling what happened in the shower, and everything that followed. It was a bit of a different style of meeting this time, but that did not mean the British DJ could not have some fun with her new found friend.
"The Referee sometimes misses things you know?" Eve replied when Arlise spoke to her when the notions of her entrance finally came to an end. She gave Arlise a cheeky wink, letting her know she wasn't beyond cheating, but if she did it would not be anything major... no doubt something just to tease Arlise when she got the chance.

"I have to say Arlise.... An interesting choice of match having the Prisoner of War stipulation added. I would swear you were trying to get me to stay in your place a little more often." Eve whispered, slowly beginning to circle around Arlise. In truth it was Eve who had suggested the stipulation to the officials, a stipulation they were all too eager to apply even if all it did was stir within their imaginations. Still, Arlise didn't have to know about that, and Eve was keen to see her react at the accusation.
"It's of no matter. When I win, I think I'll have you dress in that nice little bikini of yours over the whole weekend. I might even have you do a few other things for me too... since you'll be my prisoner." Eve added with a teasing tone.

Soon enough, the bell began to ring to signal the start of the match. The crowd instantly became pumped up, cheering on both fan favourites as they sprung into action. Eve looked to keep things basic for now, rushing Arlise, looking to start the teasing and semi mind games upon her opponent. Eve slid forwards, looking to duck any oncoming strike from the surprisingly strong Arlise Christiaens, before using her deftness and speed to slip behind the woman with the moniker of Titania! Once behind her, Eve soon wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, tightening her grip to get a waistlock upon Arlise.

A little too close to the ropes behind her, Eve chose not to suplex her which had been her original idea... but instead began to squeeze down upon her waist, getting a good feel of her form within her arms. She bit on her lower lip, already enjoying the close proximity to Arlise, as she sneaked in a little kiss upon her cheek with a giggle. Given her long hair the ref did not see it, allowing Eve to squeeze down upon Arlise... testing to see what she could do to escape the rear bearhug!

[Winter]

"You should hope so... because you have no chance to win otherwise."

Though her sweet, red-lipped smirk and tilt of her head dulled the confident edge of her words, Arlise, all saucy Sheroism with her hands on her hips, meant them. She needed to mean them - not just offer bluster and then fail to perform when the match neared its climax. As much as the Belgian beauty enjoyed even the sight of Eve, and far more her charm, she could excuse no letdowns. And besides, if she did win, she would have more than enough of a treat over the weekend...

Eve reminded her of that pleasing fact. Though a shiver ran up her spine at Eve's presumption and at the way the British bombshell circled her like a predator, Arlise didn't betray her more primal response; the smirk stayed rooted on her face as she followed Eve with her eyes. She found herself studying every stretch of warm, tanned skin that the woman left exposed and the way her bottoms accentuated every curve in her legs. Exactly the type of woman would not mind "serving" for a weekend.

Lise simply had to desire for Eve to serve her more. She quirked a shoulder as if Eve's words rolled off of her back. They didn't, of course, but she could pretend. "You would be right... but not about beating me." Her stare was challenging - two could play at this teasing game. "I have a lot to repay you for... and it might take me a whole weekend to do it properly. Trust me, after I'm done with you here, you will be the one wearing the bikini, or less, and wrapped in these legs..." She brushed a hand over her thigh. "...or more. I'll leave no chance for your treachery."

The two of them might have found their fun flirting the whole evening, but the ref seemed keen on seeing them actually fight. Arlise admitted that was a wise decision... for the match and for her own benefit. She might start to enjoy this too much.

She barely got into a stance before Eve's bare feet were pounding on the canvas to close the distance between them. Titania already knew her leggy foe would be fast, but she realized when Eve anticipated her swipe and rushed past her that the British beauty had more than a step on her and brains to match her looks.

Arlise started to back her bum into Eve; that turned out to be exactly what Eve wanted. The woman cinched her arms around the redhead's midsection, and she cranked up enough pressure with the rear bearhug that she had Arlise grasping at her arms, groaning in her throat, and gritting her teeth in moments. She tried to dip low, dip high, but Eve had her restrained and put pressure into Lise's bellybutton, keeping her from being too bold lest her hands start feeling like a jagged rock against her abs.

And the naughty Brit pressed her breasts against Lise's back and kissed her on the cheek. A snarl that was half-chuckle left the Belgian's lips.

After her initial shock, she understood - hand fighting would only tire her. Instead, Arlise set her feet, braced herself, and tried to spin and twist around far enough that she could hook her arm around the back of Eve's neck.

[thesteedman]

Eve gasped as Lise transitioned with frightening ease, showing off her experience and her skill as a wrestler before things had even really began. In a deft movement, Lise was half way to escaping the waistlock already, securing an arm around Eve's neck to secure a headlock counter. If maintained, Eve knew the headlock would do much more damage than her own hold over time, and thus she knew it was time to abandon the lock. However, given their present pose... Eve could still use their position to instead form a new offensive.

She gritted her teeth, feeling the pressure around her neck as Lise clinched the hold on tighter. It was becoming increasingly difficult to apply her own pressure on her body whilst the pain and the lack of air began to slowly build. Still, full of energy with the match only having started, Eve tightened her grip upon Lise's waist, planting her own bare feet into the ground, pressing in a little closer to Lise to better tighten and secure her grasp. With a fluid motion and a burst of strength, Eve began to lift the Belgian upwards, getting her up off her feet and into the air. She held the position for a moment, squeezing Lise a little as the crowd gave a little pop, before she moved onto the next phase.

Continuing the motion, Eve began to arch her back in a flexible manner, swinging Lise with her as she converted the counter headlock into a side suplex, completing the motion with a bridge as she slammed her opponent shoulders first onto the canvas. The entire ring shook from the impact, and Eve was quick to keep the bridge going, holding Lise in place for a few seconds to emphasise the slam.
"Heh! Well... I'm sure we'll know by the end of this match just who will be wrapping their legs around whom." Eve teased to Lise as she held her in place. The ref was about to rush in and begin a count, but with Lise still fresh a fall from this move was all but impossible. The young Belgian was already flicking her way out of the temporary hold.

Eve looked to press on, flicking up to her feet in a skilful manner, clearly having an edge in speed at the very least. Before Lise was even on one knee, the British bombshell was already rebounding off the ropes, leaping upwards and flipping her body, looking to try and keep the offensive going as she looked to hit a spinning wheel kick against her rising opponent. Though the thought of being a prisoner of war to Arlise was most enticing, in truth she was equally eager to have possession of this beautiful specimen of a woman as her own for the entire weekend! As such, she was not going to go easy on her new found friend.

[Winter]

Though Eve continued to compress her midriff, Lise grinned through her clinched teeth as her twist left her turned far enough that her arm cinched right around the back of Eve's neck. Eve's balled hands were grinding more into her side now, forcing the dimple of her hourglass figure deeper towards her bellybutton, but the awkward position made the hold less effective. Of course, Lise's own lock was doing little more than forcing Eve's head against her side... but that was precisely where she wanted her, she decided. The view of Eve's rear packed into those pants was not too terrible from here, either...

"We're at an... impass, Eve," Lise crooned, having to pause to suck in a better breath with her midriff being flattened. She gave Eve a wrench on the neck in response. Truth be told, she hoped Eve didn't have clever ideas forming behind those pretty eyes of hers. She was the one with the lower center of gravity. The prime base to change her waistlock into something more dangerous.

She didn't change it, but the power she poured into her arms - and by extension, into Lise's midriff from the uncomfortable side angle - shocked the Belgian beauty so much that her eyes flew wide and a soft squeak was forced from her. Her muscles begged resistance, going stiff as Eve lifted her straight off the ground and crushed her in half with power in her lithe frame that Arlise would not have expected.

Arlise suffered, struggled while Eve held her aloft, but that wouldn't be the worst part of her predicament as Eve shifted her grip and she felt herself whipping through the air.

And straight onto her back. With her body having been to sightly cinched, she landed harshly on her tailbone and shoulder blades without much of an opportunity to catch herself, and her curvy figure bounced before coming to rest. Groaning at every blossoming source of pain that coursed through her back, Lise would have curled herself up into a ball to get her wherewithal... but Eve was still holding onto her.

Arlise rocked and wriggled to free herself as much as her now-aching back and shoulders would allow, but Eve let her go by the time she made any progress. Finally forcing her eyes open, she caught a glimpse of Eve's long legs carrying her away, and knowing that Titania shouldn't be staying on her back even after that onslaught for reasons of pride and self-preservation both, Arlise held the small of her back and started to put one foot under her, then the other, and managed to rise.

She got a good glimpse of the form of Eve's bare foot before it collided with the side of her face and sent her stumbling, one foot stepping on the other one before she fell back down to her knees, dazed, blinded by her own curtains of red hair, and her back to Eve.

Good, she was... extremely good.

[thesteedman]

Eve Summers was all about bursts of energy and attack! From high flying risks to an all out frontal assault. The DJ turned wrestler prepared to always keep moving and striking to keep her competition guessing what was coming next and from where. It was a double edged blade of a technique to wrestle by, as it could easily overwhelm her opponent on a good day, but as Irelia proved in a previous match, it could be used against her if countered properly. Normally Eve did not care, her main task in the ring was wowing the crowd over victory. As long as the fans were entertained she cared not if she was standing victorious at the end of the match or lying on the canvas defeated. It was all about the cheers of the crowd as they chanted on both wrestlers! Entertainment had always been her game from her DJ'ing career to her current occupation as a wrestler!

Tonight however she had other plans of more selfish origins. For the first time she did not want to wow the crowd tonight with her flashy antics and high risk wrestling, tonight she simply wanted to have her way with Arlise! If that meant slowing the pace down, then Eve had no trouble doing so, even if it was not normally in her repertoire. With her spinning wheel kick catching all of Lise, she noticed the blazing red hair flare upwards of the stunning woman as she was knocked aside, spinning around before crashing down onto her knees. Having barely recovered from the suplex a second ago, the quick continuation left Lise briefly stunned. Normally this would have Lise set up for another high flying move, or perhaps a flip from a rebound of the ropes into another impressive slam or strike... Instead however, Eve slipped up behind Lise, reaching down to grasp at her wrists, before pulling her backwards towards the centre of the ring on her rear.

In a deft movement, Eve would fall backwards onto the canvas herself, before her shapely legs flew upwards... coming closer before her ankles slapped together as they locked. In between Eve's legs was Lise's head, as she locked in a deadly headscissor from behind! Her thighs pulsated as they tensed and relaxed, beginning to constrict Lise's neck, applying instant pressure whilst Eve leaned on her elbows for better leverage. For now she kept her legs straight, locking her ankles above Lise's stomach, watching as Lise was squeezed between her thighs with a sly but alluring smile beginning to spread across her lips.
"Hey beautiful... Looks like I got you." Eve whispered with a teasing but friendly tone. Her thighs tensed up once more... purposely squeezing Lise to try and restrict her airflow. It was unlikely she could keep the fresh Belguim beauty within the hold for too long, but the longer she remained within the headscissor, the more gassed she would become over the duration of the match.

"You could save us both some time and give up now? That way I'll be able to get you back to my place... maybe there I'll wrap my legs around your waist instead... maybe give your lips some much needed attention." Eve further teased with a tone of jest... though Lise couldn't help but detect some truth within the words for her intent. Eve licked her lips, having Arlise exactly where she wanted her. Eve's submission game was certainly not her strongest forte, but she could apply a headscissor as good as the rest of them, having powerful legs from all her training. Lise was no doubt feeling it right now as she tensed her legs once more, looking to try and force a moan from her beautiful opponents lips.

[Winter]

Disoriented as she was, Lise caught herself wondering what part of Eve's foot had delivered the brunt of the impact to the cheek that she now cupped in her hand. Another couple of seconds passed before the fog in her head started to clear and she realized that she was mulling such a pointless question. That did not help the Belgian beauty rise to her feet after taking the kick, but it did help her realize all that mattered was that she watch out for the British bombshell's flying feet lest a more square kick knock her out cold.

After Lise ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek to help ease her pain and concern, she feebly started to rise, to get herself back into a fighting stance for fear if she didn't, Eve would be bouncing off the ropes and taking off toward her again and she would be out cold. But little did she know, Eve wouldn't be so impractical as to waste time bounding her way around the ring, and Lise yelped when she felt fingers close around her wrists and was pulled backward. Before she knew it, she was landing hard on her round ass.

The redhead moaned a complaint and kicked her legs, but with her arms stretched over her head she could do nothing to get any traction and watch the ropes and first row slip further away from her. "No! Nnnngh-no!" Her mind raced with wondering what Eve could be planning, but she wouldn't have to wonder for long.

The canvas rattled, and Lise watched with fearful eyes as those same dangerous feet and those lithe, lovely legs filled her vision. Helpless to fight against them with her hands trapped behind her head by Eve, the Belgian beauty could only squirm as her head was imprisoned in an increasingly familiar position between Eve's long, shapely legs. Her gray eyes grew wide with concern as Eve's ankles perfectly snapped together atop the redhead's stomach and that same silky material of her bottoms nuzzled her from her neck to her cheekbones, giving her a too-perfect view of the gams that punished her.

Those wide eyes squinted shut when the first jolt of pressure flattened her cheeks and forced her to resist letting out a squeal. She had to resist several more squeals with every pulse of Eve's inner thighs. A small panic filled her mind. While having her hands free to paw at Eve's thighs would do her no good, having them both stretched above her along with her arms made her feel vulnerable, and she started wrenching, pulling, trying to free them from Eve's grip while at the other end, her feet slapped the mat. She couldn't... stay in this position. If the squeezing didn't leave her unconscious, it would exhaust her, and as she stared at Eve's legs and feet on her stomach and listened to the beauty's teasing words, she knew the pleasure would soon do the same as it welled in her core.

After another desperate wrench, Titania freed her hands from Eve's, but as they slapped against the sides of Eve's thighs and started pulling at the snug fabric there, her face was already as red as her hair. Eve got her moan; Lise couldn't help herself. But she tried to hold to good sense, and as she did, she twisted her hips in an attempt to turn them both over.

A part of the redhead might have wanted to be felled so early in the match like this; Titania couldn't allow it.

[thesteedman]

Eve smiled... She could not deny that she was enjoying the struggle, watching as her beautiful prey writhed and struggled within her deadly grip. Arlise managed to make some progress in her attempt at freedom, managing to pull her wrists free of Eve's own hands... In truth Eve had not been holding on too tightly, she quite enjoyed the sight of Arlise trying to pry upon her legs to unlock the gruelling headscissors upon her. Still full of energy, Arlise was able to eventually buckle herself, shifting position and bringing Eve with her, but it did not prove to be all too successful, as Eve was able to shift her position alongside of Lise, now lying on her side with the same scissor hold locked upon her opponent.

Eve lifted her torso upwards, leaning upon one elbow as she flexed and tensed her abs, showing the pressure she was applying upon Lise's trapped neck. Her legs noticeably straightened all the more, as her ankles slid closer together when it felt like there was no more space to enclose around. Simply put... She had Arlise good. The ropes looked like it would be Lise's best option, having managed to shift the two of them enough on the canvas that it was possible for her to shove a little more and reach for them... however, it would take effort and time, and all that time would be spent still being squeezed in the near suffocating headscissors.

In a teasing manner, Eve ran her hand gently through Lise's fire shaded hair a few times, before she stretched her body out and went for another long squeeze. Her toes curled and her back arched, pouring on pressure as her thighs seemed to expand around Lise's neck, enclosing in a strangling hold. After a few long moments, Eve eased ever so slightly, not wishing to put an end to things just yet. No doubt Arlise could endure the worst of the pressure for some time being a professional wrestler, but Eve wanted to draw this out, keep her in place for as long as she could. Even if she couldn't squeeze a submission from her, she was hoping the whole experience would leave her exhausted and drained... making it possible for Eve to try and attain a victory and a prisoner.

Eve kept that stunning smile, watching as Lise struggled to escape. Her arms had strength, but they couldn't quite match Eve's legs nor the lock she had upon her. Given her current position, Eve looked upon Lise's form as she lay, she could feel her chest rising and falling deeply against her legs from each straining breath, as her legs writhed and squirmed much like her torso, showing off her alluring features and her perfect form.

Lise began to make some headway when Eve loosened her grip for a moment too long, near able to push her thighs apart and gain some much needed air. Though not a submissions expert by any means, Eve was still able to capitalise however, shifting her legs whilst Lise was distracted with her current grip. Eve tensed her glutes, once more twisting Arlise, looking to have her face her before her left leg came up around the back of Lise's neck. With a skilful flick of her other leg, she was able to lock the back of her knee around her own ankle, before clinching in a deadly figure four headscissor upon Arlise.

Eve pulled on her ankle, giving Lise a good long squeeze... though this time she was able to see her beautiful face, and watch her with a seductive look, smiling all the while.
"Heh... Hey there. Are we having fun yet?"

[Winter]

Arlise relied on her rolling to free her. She got as far as her side before she realized Eve's legs were too strong for her to go any further, and she let go with another distressed, feminine moan when she got there and Eve only used the new angle to put more of a crush on her head. By this point, she could barely keep her lips closed from the combination of pressure on her cheeks and her growing need to breathe because she was panicking and trying desperately, and likely futilely, to pull Eve's legs apart with her hands once again. Titania, prideful as she was, prayed the cameras weren't zooming in on her poor state.

And Lise knew what Eve was doing; it was a testament to her prowess. From the side, she could use not only her legs, but also her core, her glutes, the angle of her legs to elevate Lise's head and squeeze it with all the power in nearly her entire body. Lise was just lucky that Eve was no bodybuilder or she might have been out cold already. As it was, Eve had her helpless at the moment, a bundle of kicking feet and gripping hands who was having her hair mussed by her captor - and it had Lise burning hot beneath her leotard.

Not to mention how close the squeezing had her to squealing when Eve's thighs mashed and compressed her cheeks so tight that Lise looked like she was puckering up, and Titania's hands tightened and stilled like she was holding on against an overwhelming current.

When it subsided, Lise let out an un-Titania-like squeak of relief, knowing she could not have taken that for long without passing out or tapping out.

Her certainty of that fact compelled her to fight harder, and Lise grunted and groaned and wrenched her hips to the side again while sliding her balled fists in front of the limited space between Eve's thighs and right in front of her face. Though she held little optimism, the pressure brought on by those beautiful gams briefly subsided, and Lise could see her opportunity in the form of the ropes no more than four feet away from her.

She threw out her foot, hoping she would catch the bottom rope with it, and Eve let her make the motion. It seemed too easy.

Lise found out why when Eve's thighs again snuggled up against her, the long-legged Brit twisted her own hips, and Lise felt her chin and mouth press against the slick fabric of Eve's pants and the warm femininity beneath. The redhead only processed Eve's toned belly and pretty face before her while the British bombshell continued to shift beneath her, locking a calf against the back of her head and cinching in the figure-four. The Belgian barely got out a "No, no!" before he hold was too tight for her to speak.

Her grey eyes stared into Eve's, pleading for mercy, and her hands went back to their gripping, this time with her nails involved as she clawed on Eve's waistline and her toned stomach in some false hope that she might escape. She did not even come close before Eve grabbed her instep and squeezed on Titania's now entirely entrapped head.

Now Arlise could not help but squeal, though the sound would hardly come out, and her already-reddened face became the same shade as her hair. Barely able to hear Eve's teasing, it was all Lise could do to pout at the beautiful face before her given how Eve had her jaw wedged shut, and her body, for its part, was flailing - her foot searching for the rope again.

Because if she stayed in Eve's clutches for much longer, Titania would be asleep between her new friend's legs.