Round Two

Carmen had to admit: she wanted Diana to bite. She wanted those smiling teeth on her skin, digging in, gnashing at it, that hot saliva dripping down her collarbone, all the way to her breasts...

So, when Diana did what Carmen fantasized, the response was immediate and striking - a long, throaty growl, coming from deep down, and a shuddering that ran all over the champion’s body. She sighed with a lusty moan every time those teeth tore at her skin, and each one was more ragged and hoarse than the last. It felt like Diana was trying to eat her alive, and she loved it.

That didn't mean she was going to let it continue unchallenged, no matter how tempting it was to let Diana ravish her. As good as this was, she could make it better.

”Down.”

They were already teetering, only held upright by Diana’s sinewy thighs and an impressive show of balance, so Carmen decided to tip then backwards and bring them to the canvas. This meant that Diana’s body, 160 pounds of pure muscle, came down right on top of her. Not fun. It knocked the wind clean out of her, left her panting harder than she already was, with a pool of sweat gathering beneath her.

SInce Diana was almost certainly a top, she was probably fine with that. But Carmen being on the bottom wasn’t the same as being totally defenseless, a fact she proved when she brought up her legs, wrapped theim around Diana’s waist, locked the ankles and powered down with a bodyscissors. While she couldn’t boast as impressive a pair of thighs as her rival, her legs were stlll solid enough to deal out some decent damage. Enough for Diana? Only one way to know.

Holding the girl up in her arms, Diana would continue, gaining a new thrill from her attempts at turning the champion wrestler into a rag doll in her arms. When Carmen tried to teeter her, at first, Diana stayed straight, her face grunting as she held that figure up. Given that Carmen was pulling back, the only parts connecting between the two women were their lower halves, which pressed tremendously hard. Diana soon had to relent, falling with Carmen. Even without that pull, Diana would of likely been unable to keep the woman in her hold for much longer.

Diana would simply lay a moment, her amazon figure laying fully on the woman; legs resting on legs, chest resting on chest. Soon she'd feel those legs snake around her, and responded far too slowly to to prevent them locking, her hands trailing down Carmen's body to her already locked thighs.

Her face shot up somewhat, teeth baring as she bared the pain, one hand holding Carmen's leg, the other holding the mat as she'd push upwards ever so slightly.

While leg scissors were certainly not her usual style, Carmen couldn’t deny the effectiveness of it, particularly while she had her thighs locked in like a vise around Diana’s stony middle. Feeling those irons hips undulate between her legs, struggling for release, working against her, hard muscles against her own...it was divine.

But still, she could make it better. ”Come here.”

Her voice was a low, demanding growl, and her actions matched it. She reached up and grabbed Diana’s hair, getting a little payback for a moment ago, and tugged on it hard, pulling the Italian beauty’s face towards hers, where a wild, sloppy, lustful kiss awaited.

It wasn't so much that the move was rib shattering, so much as the fact that the state Diana was in made any and every hold ache like it were a finisher. She suspected no doubt that with a figure like Carmen's a scissor hold in any scenario would hurt something fierce, but had she been somewhat more fresh, the Italian would of fought out of it like a animal out of a cage. Then again, Carmen probably wouldn't of tried such a manoeuvre on a fresh Diana.

Diana's head would be forcibly yanked down, a moan escaping her lips that was a strong mixture of arousal and anger. Her stomach somewhat aching from having those firm legs around her, Diana would shoot her hands to the girl's hips, forcing her own back into the kiss as she did so. With her hands placed, she'd ever so slightly pull both of the women up, using her knees to push and Carmen's back to base, before forcing them both back down, Diana's lower half somewhat slamming against Carmen's in humping fashion.

To further hint to her champion foe that simply because of the events unfolding were happening did not mean their relationship was any more fierce, she'd somewhat force her face harder into Carmen's, almost completely lip-locking with the woman, as she'd aim to bounce her head somewhat roughly off the mat.

A moment of clarity crossed Carmen’s mind, just enough for her to really register what was happening. Her tongue went wild in Diana’s mouth, slapping about and pushing at the teeth, the unrelenting grind of their hips, the smell of their growing arousal mixing with their sweat, their stiff nipples digging into each other’s skin.

Was this sex? It didn’t quite feel like it. This was more primal, more vicious, more dominant that anything you could describe with a three-letter word. It was raw fucking, and the fact that it was happening in a ring, her ring, made it so much more scandalous.

”Think you can break me?” Carmen’s whisper held a mix of menace and pure lust, as she hammered down on the scissor with a few quick jolts of power. She’d barely gotten the words out before she plunged into Diana’s mouth again, and began to nibble away on the Italian’s lower lip. She used one hand to keep her head in place and make the kiss that much harder, while the other went to the task of undoing Diana’s bikini from behind. If she could get that off, first, it would be a great way to establish the pecking order.

That plan came to a halt when she was slammed into the mat, though, getting dropped right on her head. It wasn’t devastating, but it came out of nowhere, more than enough to stun Carmen and make her temporarily ease up on the body scissor. She shook her head, taken out of it for a golden second.

As weird, and almost disgusting as it sounded, this was just another simple form of competing with Carmen in Diana's mind. Sure, Diana had lovers. And arguably, the two were making love, depending on your stance. But Carmen most certainly did not fall into the fore-mentioned group of Diana's, and simply because what was happening between the two fighters did by no means change Diana's opinion or stance against Carmen.

Where as Carmen considered getting off before the Italian an establishment of dominance, Diana had somewhat the complete opposite 'choice of tactics.' She of course found the moment erotic, and was indeed turned on. But the idea popped into Diana's head, that if left the exchange 'unsatisfied,' perhaps even forcing the champion to experience multiple orgasms, then in Diana's view, she'd leave the exchange satisfied in the long term. Simply put, she'd be trying to make the 24/7 champion her bitch, since she simply couldn't do so in a fight.

"Fucking try me..." She'd roar, her volume greater than it needed to be considering the closeness. She didn't respond to the feat of been rendered topless, as if she simply did not care; simply another tool to use against her 'foe.' Her hips somewhat released, she'd pull herself back somewhat, forehead just above Carmen's chest. She'd then extend her tongue, licking from the champions own chest, Diana's own body forcibly grinding hard up the woman as she worked her way up, until Diana reached the tip of the champion's forehead.

Carmen winced as Diana bellowed in her ear, roaring with the unending fire that she was so famed and feared for. Any other time, any other place, any other woman, she would've been taken right out of the mood by having another woman screaming bloody murder in her face. This time, though, it was working for her.

Carmen had started to redouble her efforts, looking to begin the squeeze once again. Her legs were still in position. She could’ve crushed Diana, put a stop to her advance, taken control again…

But then she felt those lips on her breast, and she really didn’t want to.

Carmen tossed Diana’s top away, letting it slip out of the ring as the Amazon used her lips to explore her body. She arched her back, thrusting against her, as if she were trying to make sure there was as little space between them as possible. She let Diana have her way, let her kiss and kiss and kiss until she’d run out of skin to kiss.

That didn’t mean she stayed passive, though. Her hands went lower as Diana’s body went higher, snaking down her back and runnign across every muscle they could. The final stop had them sliding underneath her body, feeling the supple muscles of the Amazon’s ass. Wet, of course, but nice to the touch. Strong.

She enjoyed the feel for all of two seconds, before she dug her nails into Diana’s tender flesh, going as deep as she could get.

Diana bared her teeth somewhat as Carmen once again decided to try to turn her waist into mush. Seemed the fight was still on, despite their tender moment. Still, Diana would think of her own ways to assault the woman back, without giving up the erotic position both were in.

Carmen's arch into Diana made her eyes widen somewhat, the feat of the champion thrusting herself even harder into the Italian briefly catching her off guard. Diana would slide her left arm under, holding Carmen's hip when wrapped fully around, in order to keep the woman further pressed into her. Somewhat uncomfortably when lying flat on an arm.

Already resuming their tender lip lock, Diana would stop for the briefest of moments when she felt grope her Italian butt, extremely sensually, extremely briefly. The sharp pain suddenly emerging from Carmen's claws forced the woman to growl somewhat.

In her free arm, her fist would clench, somewhat banging the mat to deal with the pain; to deal with the fact Carmen was seemingly trying to cut her in the most tender of areas. She'd force herself to lock lips though; pulling back in Diana's mind, was the exact same as openly declaring she submitted.

Carmen sliced into Diana’s ass. Diana didn’t pull back. So Carmen just went even harder.

”You like-” Carmen’s word were cut off by the carnal animal assaulting her lips, sucking away and trading so much saliva. Their tongue continues the wrestling match, as Carmen’s batted its way in and tried to press its rival down, no doubt encountering plenty of resistance even there. Not that she minded. It made things more fun. Every other part of her body was in opposition to Diana’s, why should their tongues be any different?

She unlocked her legs and gave Diana some relief there, but it wasn’t just for mercy - she had a bit of a plan in mind. She pulled out of the kiss and sighed, a long, lost gasp...and then she jerked forward and brought their heads together for a hard headbutt.

At the same time, she tried to roll to the side, looking to mount Diana and take control of the situation. Diana was fun on top, but she could be, too...

Diana was working Carmen like any other 'wrestling' hold, her assets used in the exact same way her strength and technical know-how in wrestling holds would be in any other match. She herself was becoming somewhat devoid of breath as she lip locked Rodriguez, made somewhat easier by the fact Carmen was no longer trying to squeeze her stomach to mush. She continued nonetheless, her logic being that for every breath she herself was denied, Carmen was denied oh so much more, with a fierce and somewhat heavy Italian fully laying on her essentially trying to cover her entire mouth. Then Carmen decided to see if she could crack herself an Italian forehead.

Despite the strike coming upwards, obviously losing some momentum it could of had, Diana's eyes would roll near instantly before returning, the shock and pain causing the entire body of the amazon to go limp for a fraction of time. That fraction was all she needed, rolling the Italian underneath her and claiming the high ground. Diana's hands would somewhat loosely hold the girl, still woozy, somewhat panicking that it would be hard to take control of Carmen's sexual needs, when she was not even in control of the positioning...