Zulime Lafitte vs. Patrice Juilliet

The second Zulime took to the air, she realized her mistake. She was flexible and acrobatic enough, sure, but she did not belong in the air. Her strength lay in the power in her legs and the desire to win in her heart. Leaving the ground was an error, and it was turning out to be quite the painful one. Patrice's legs were locked and loaded, and a powerful kick lanced out and caught her right in the stomach. What was supposed to be a major change in the match just became a major change in the wrong direction, as Zulime fell on the bed, clutching her stomach.

She sucked in through her teeth. The crowd appreciated Patrice's trickery, to the same extent that Zulime hated it. The Riverboat Queen was on her side, next to Patrice, and she was going to have to act fast. Patrice was not a terribly strong woman, but she was sure that a few more kicks would mean that she was going to be pinned in no time. The Cajun girl was not playing her game. She tried to ignore the pain in her stomach, and get back on top of things. With a grimace, she positioned herself on the bed.

Zulime reached out, and attempted to pull the blonde woman closer to her. If she could get to her, she would wrap one of those lovely legs around Patrice, and with an arm she would attempt to bring their upper bodies closer together. The first step after that would be to lay a quick kiss upon Patrice's lips. Hoping that would disarm her, the Cajun girl then attempted to secure a hand around her throat to start choking the life out of this woman.

Patrice was clearly having Halloween. She was playing her tricks on Zulime, and seeing her suffering from the blows again and again was a real treat. And as third time's the charm, this match was surely going to be a home run for her. Three blows in a row delivered like that right in the beginning of the match - it was hard to believe that she had actually not scripted this all beforehand.

Seeing the Cajun girl clutching on the bed seemed to provide at least two opportunities: one to taunt and one to gain control. Patrice started from the first one. "Ever heard of "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me; fool me thrice, shame on Zulime"?" Now that the taunting part was out of the way, she could concentrate on controlling her.

But even though Patrice hadn't considered Zulime to have any acting capabilities, she was soon going to be wondering if she did indeed have some. Based on the grimace the Cajun girl was having on her face there was going to be no chance of her imminent attack, but that was exactly what happened. The blonde's body got closer to Zulime's, but it was the brunette who was gaining the control. And the way she used it was also very unpredictable, as she gave a quick surprise kiss to the blonde's lips.

Another testament of acting skills. The kiss left Patrice so utterly confused, that when Zulime started choking her, it took a couple of seconds for the French girl to actually realize what was happening. And when she did, her first reaction was a rather futile struggle to push the choking arm away from her throat, only slowly increasing the severeness of her efforts by starting to deliver some chops at her opponent too.

And there it was. No, shutting up this damned French woman was not her primary objective, but she had to say that she did not mind that the words stopped flowing from Patrice's mouth. See, her primary intention was to start putting the screws on Patrice. She had taken blow after blow so far, and she had to find some way to stop the metaphorical bleeding. If that was in the form of a binding choke, so be it. Zulime pressed further onto Patrice's throat. She wanted to drain the life from Patrice, to get that torrent of devastating blows to come to a halt.

Patrice was pushing away, but the Riverboat Queen was stronger. Plus, she had her with her legs. There was no way Zulime was going to let go of her on Patrice's terms. "What? You were so amorous before? Ain't you ever had tough love?" The Cajun girl laughed right in the blonde woman's face. Zulime's hands squeezed tightly, and she did not relent for even a second. The look in her dark eyes must have been terribly frightening.

And then Zulime stopped. Making her opponent slip into unconsciousness was not the goal of the match. No, she had to make her cum. But first, she was going to rough her up a little. Zulime unwrapped her legs and eased up on the choke. She attempted to drive one hand under the body of her opponent, and then turned quickly. She attempted to throw her blonde opponent from the bed and onto the mat in a quick and painful fashion!

Clearly, Zulime was not happy. Well, Patrice didn't really expect her to be after all the ways she had humiliated her right off the beginning of the match, but the fury in her eyes was still much more vivid than the blonde would have imagined it to be already at this point of the match. Especially not right after being given a quick kiss... But the fury was also very much evident in the degree of the Cajun girl's choking efforts.

At first, Patrice wasn't worried at all. She could handle one angry musician. She would just start delivering her chops and she'd be getting rid of her. But then, as her chops were already pretty much as stiff as they could, Zulime still wasn't letting go. That realization shot worry right through the French girl's body... And the worst thing was that the choke was already affecting the strength behind her chops. They started already weakening, but the furious woman seemed to be practically inaffected by all the ones that had already hit her. And yes, that was frightening.

Luckily, before the situation would have become really bad for Patrice, Zulime suddenly released her choke. The blonde was left gasping for air, but Zulime's plans was to get her into the air. The blonde got a taste of the strength inside the Cajun girl's thick body, as she was thrown abruptly off the bed in a showy fashion. One that was clearly all about paying back some dues...

Crumbling on the mat, Patrice knew she couldn't just stay there. No, she had to get back up and put on a brave face. Taking support from the ropes, the blonde pulled herself back up before turning around to face her foe. Trying to hide her panting, the French started talking in a despising tone. "So, you call that love, huh? Being there on the bed all alone must be a really familiar feeling to you then..."

Hoping that those words would prompt Zulime to spring into the action again, Patrice was leaning onto the ropes and taking support of them, prepared to deliver another double kick to the Riverboat Queen's midsection if she decided to come attacking her. Hey, she had already fooled her thrice, so why not for the fourth time too?

Zulime found herself breathing hard. Not as hard as Patrice must have been, but still pretty hard. So far, she had fought this match like a wild animal, acting on every little impulse that she had been under, but no more. This French woman was clearly pretty good at counters. That was something that Zulime was going to have to factor in if she wanted to win this match, and she wanted to win this match quite intensely. The Cajun girl positioned herself so that she was on her side, and then pushed herself up onto her knees. Her large chest was still rising and falling, but the Riverboat Queen was starting to contain herself, in more ways that just one.

She heard the taunt. It would not be left out there for the world to hear, and Zulime would have to use all of her class to respond. "Honey, you are gonna warm this bed and my bed at home. You ain't gonna sit there and tell me you are not gonna be warmin' my bed tonight." The Riverboat Queen made quite the show of throwing her hair back. She had a lot of passion, but now it was time for Patrice to test her mettle. She wanted the blonde woman to come to her.

"If you are gonna be this borin' in bed, just settin' back, tell me now. I will just have you do house chores..." Zulime tilted her head to the side. Her hands were on her hips now, and Zulime had her whole body on display. Not how it would be later of course, but it was high time that she stopped playing so much offense. She just had to throw out the right barbs to make the blonde woman come to her. And if that didn't work, she would not mind getting off the bed. But for right now, she wanted to see the wrath of Patrice.

Honestly? Patrice found the concept of "tough love" rather intriguing. She was always one to love grandiloquent, imaginative, peculiar and diverse things spicing up the show, whether it was in the ring or, admittedly, in the bed too. Being an actress and cosplayer fit prefectly with that. And for a moment, her eyes scanned up and down Zulime's body, as if evaluating on how exactly would her "tough love" be like...

But would that warrant an unconditional surrender to the hands of the Cajun girl? Definitely not! She was here to fight. She was here to teach the musician a lesson. And despite their lingerie outfits, Patrice's main goal was to wrestle Zulime to her doom. One that would make her find out, that the French girl did have some unique and tormenting ideas of her own in bed too...

Unfortunately, Zulime was learning. She didn't take the bait. Not anymore. Instead, the Cajun girl had her knees firmly planted on the bed, and her mind delivering quick responses to the blonde's taunts. And fair enough, she knew how to strike a chord on Patrice as well. Boring was something she would never aspire to be, whether it would be in a ring, in bed or elsewhere.

Fine. If Zulime wasn't going to attack, Patrice would have to form a plan. And she'd be doing so while strolling a circle around the bed.

Patrice sneered at her as she started moving. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find out that I am far from boring..." the blonde began, while making occasional glances at Zulime, evaluating her next steps. "And I hope you will be too! It would be such a shame if you ended up being all incapacitated once cuffed." By now her plan was pretty much formed, she just had to get a little help from surprise effect. "Oh and please, tell me, what kind of 'house chords' do you exactly have, if a cuffed girl is capable of doing them?" the blonde stated in a wondering tone, while passing in front of Zulime again.

But that was the trick. Right after her words, the French girl jumped quickly up to the bed right next to Zulime, and tried to smoothly wrap her other leg around the Cajun girl's face, so that she could make her fall backwards while sitting down herself. Hopefully, the end result would be Zulime's head squeezed hard between the blonde's thighs.

Zulime watched. Her brown eyes did not waver, they did not blink. She watched the blonde woman in her endless pacing, wondering what she was going to do next. On the outside, she looked nonchalant, totally unmoved by the woman's words or her actions. But on the insides, a great tension was building up. The kettle was not quite hot enough to crack the facade of easygoingness that Zulime exerted herself so much to portray, but someone who knew her deep down could tell that Zulime was a cauldron of boiling milk, that could pop at just about any time.

The Riverboat Queen ignored Patrice's words. She empathized with gazelles who were trapped between prowling lionesses. Zulime recognized that she may have had the upper hand when it came to strength and overall wrestling ability, but she had ceded the impetus to act over to her opponent. With a deep breath in, she raised her hands. It was past time to drop the facade of being the toughest, meanest girl in the country. There was a fight to win, dammit, and Zulime was wholly unprepared to leave this arena with a pair of handcuffs restraining her big and lovely arms.

So Patrice came. She leaped onto the bed, and Zulime brought her hands up to defend herself. The Cajun girl was happy that she had made the right guess - soon, two lovely legs would begin to constrict her head, but she managed to stay the worst of it with two hands. Still, there was a lot of pressure being exerted on her face at the moment, and that was something that Zulime simply could not ignore. Despite her lithe dancer's legs, Patrice could bring some force to bear.

But Zulime had some of her own strength too. Twisting, thrashing, and bucking, Zulime did her best impression of one of the alligators that haunted the Mississippi River. It was not a graceful act, but it was not a graceful moment. Rather, Zulime was just doing what she could to get out of the leg lock. And given that she had a hand in between her head and Patrice's legs, she reckoned that she had a pretty decent shot in her bid for freedom.

One thing seemed to be sure - Zulime would be hard to get caught off guard. She was tirelessly observing Patrice's every move, keeping her eyes nailed at her blonde foe. And the French girl could clearly see it. She knew that executing her plan wouldn't be easy, but she also knew that it was definitely worth the shot. Even if her thighs were not exactly on par with the apparent thickness of Zulime's pair, Patrice knew well enough they could deal some serious damage, and gain some steady control.

So, Patrice tried. And sure enough, she had some success. Zulime's head got promptly between her legs, right where she had wanted it to. Unfortunately, there was just something else caught between them too... The Cajun girl had managed to predict the blonde's actions to some degree, providing the brown-eyed girl the chance to produce some serious resistance.

For a moment, Patrice insisted on maintaining her position. But it was soon obvious that Zulime's arms were pretty strong too... And when that combined with her fierce thrashing and bucking, it just became too hard for the blonde to maintain control.

Admitting her failure, Patrice swiftly released her legs from around the Cajun girl's head. But she wasn't left without a plan though. Common sense was telling her that the first thing Zulime would be doing was to start getting up to a sitting position. Betting on that, Patrice wanted to be then sitting right behind her, hoping to squeeze her legs in turn around Zulime's waist, and complement that by taking a nice and tight sleeperhold around the Cajun girl's neck.

Zulime winded herself. She wondered if the crocodiles on the Mississippi River ever got tired when they thrashed around with turtles or birds or lizards in their mouths. One thing was for sure, though, and that was that her wild maneuvering had earned her freedom, and Zulime was going to be damned if she was not going to take it. The second that her head was freed from Patrice's lithe legs, she sat up and began wheeling around, hoping to make her blonde opponent pay for the humiliation and pain that she had just caused.

Only, that was not in the cards in the slightest. The second that Zulime sat up, an arm snaked around her neck and two legs coiled around her waist. The Riverboat Queen was out of the frying pan and into the fire. Her predicament had become immeasurably worse, as both her neck and her body were being restrained. A hand found its ways to Patrice's arm, but she quickly recognized that trying to pry Patrice's arm off of her neck.

Zulime's eyes went wide. She regretted exerting herself so much just a second ago. Now her already low supply of oxygen was getting cut shorter and shorter, and the clock was ticking. Fast. In music and in life, Zulime had shown a particular flair for improvising, and she was going to have to call on all of her skills now in order to get herself out of this bind. Zulime did her best to concentrate, and get herself out of this particular jam.

It was going to be painful, but often the longest way around was the shortest way home. Zulime tried to pitch herself forward to roll the duo of them off of the bed. If she were successful, she would tuck and roll both of them right off of the mattress, and hopefully land with Patrice hitting the mat first. That ought to free her. And if she did not get the move to work, well, she would be in quite a sticky situation...

Clever? No, that had not been the prevalent impression imprinted on Patrice's mind of the musician after that night at the jazz club. No, if you asked her, she had outsmarted the grumpy pianist for the whole night. Unfortunately, in was turning out that the impression she had gotten might not have held as much truth in it as Patrice might have hoped for. The way Zulime managed to predict the blonde's headscissor hold was an indicator of that.

Luckily, the Cajun girl's quick wits didn't seem to be of lasting kind. As soon as she got herself freed from the French girl's leggy prison, her actions got right back to following Patrice's script. First thing she did was to get up seated, leaving her all vulnerable for a couple of tormenting holds by Patrice. Ones that the French girl was all too happy to perform...

Honestly, Patrice couldn't have wished for a better position. Her arms wrapped tightly around Zulime's neck, and her thighs started compressing mercilessly her waist. The Cajun girl's thicker arms and legs were of no help, as the blonde's own delicate limbs were skillfully executing their precise actions. It was obvious that Zulime was in trouble, and her body was already pitching forward by the sheer exhaustion...

"Which color would you like for your cuffs? Pink, violet, or...WOAH!" Patrice's words were cut short by Zulime's sudden actions. Out of nowhere for the blonde, the Cajun girl had begun somehow rolling the two around, and Patrice had no idea of where they were headed. Answer to that came in the form of her back being slammed against the mat, with Zulime's thick body driving the air out of her lungs from the other side. Needless to say, all control that the French girl might have had over Zulime just a moment ago was now all gone...