Fifty Shades of Red

Carmen wasn't smiling herself, but inside she was all a flutter. This was the perfect mix of her love for combat and domination - a struggle for control. She still didn't have any plans on leaving Tension, but she felt it was better that way. Fights like this were rare for her, but that made them all the sweeter, like a chocolate reward she earned for eating healthy all week long. Something she could indulge in every now and then and never ever grow tired of.

She pushed up and started to get back again, but Sig seemed to determine to make this a ground, putting her down with a leg scissor around her ankles. Carmen grunted as she fell forward again, this time flat on her chest. She wanted to do this horizontally? Fine. Game on.

"You've got a little too much mouth, little girl." Carmen tried to reach over and throw a harsh straight right into Sig's stomach, give the blond some incentive to choose her taunts a bit more carefully.

Carmen went down again, and Sig's smirk grew wider. With her legs still clamping on Carmen's, she's planning to keep her opponent grounded for a while. She's going to work on those legs, making it's difficult for Carmen to walk around too much. It shouldn't be too hard to pick her apart when she could barely move. Sounds like a perfect plan.

"Like you can sa-oommph!" Sig's taunt was cut short by the punch on her stomach, causing her to bend over slightly, her legs no longer holding her opponent's firmly as the result. "Ugh..."

It seemed like she had to alter the plan now. Rolling away to the opposite direction, Sig would hold onto the nearby ropes to pick herself up, although she could only kneel for the time being. It's a good thing she didn't have her dinner late with all these strikes to her belly.

Carmen's fists - when all else failed, they made an excellent fallback option. She hadn't told Sig of her history as a boxer, but she had the feeling the lovely blond would figure it out before the night was over. She seemed smart like that.

Carmen's ankle was sore from the earlier trip, but she still managed to stand back up, even though she was wincing every step of the way. Sig was prone and vulnerable again, a golden opportunity that was just begging to be seized. She could already tell a good deal of her strategy revolved around the element of surprise, so the best way to neutralize that would be to take as much of the fight out of her as she could, as fast as humanly possible.

"Come here." Carmen reached over and grabbed Sig by the hair, yanking her back to her feet with a few solid tugs. She grabbed hold of the feisty maiden's arm with her other and twisted around, Irish whipping her into the nearest corner, the perfect place to establish dominance.

"Ah...!" Sig cried as her hair was yanked by Carmen to get her back to her feet.

The next thing she felt was her lithe body being tossed across the ring, with the turnbuckle being the intended destination. The outcome wouldn't matter too much regardless of her reaction, since both her front and back was just about as equally hurt. She still preferred crashing on her back instead of her breasts, though, so Sig turned herself around, letting her rear side crash on the corner.

"Augh!" the blonde's form bounced slightly before slumping on the turnbuckle, her arms hanged on the top ropes. "Ohh..." another soft moan escaped her lips.

Carmen saw Sig slumping the corner, hanging limp as the battering took its toll. They still had a long ways to go, of course, but for the moment Carmen was in the driver's seat, and she'd run right over her if the little temptress allowed it. Figuratively and literally.

She exchanged a quick glance with Maria, flashed a wild grin, then ran forward at full speed with a head on charge, stomping across the ring in a short sprint. She spun around at the moment before impact and tried to slam into Sig back-first, sandwich her between the turnbuckle and her muscular body - not the nicest spot to be with a frame like hers.

She would have reacted better if she was in the furthest corner instead of the nearest one. With only little time to recover from the crash, Sig could only watch as Carmen ran full speed at her. She thought about the possibility of another collision, and it tempted her not to defend herself as the pain from a charged attack like that would surely be delicious. The blonde shook her head and tried to cross her arms in front of her, only to be fazed by the sudden turn of her opponent, and she ended taking the back of Carmen head on.

"Guh!" Sig's lithe form would have bounced again if it wasn't for Carmen's figure holding her from doing so. She slumped to the turnbuckle again, breathing hot air on her opponent's back while looking dazed and turned on all the same.

Carmen rammed hard into Sig's front, shaking the ring with her impact, but she didn't back away - instead, she grabbed hold of the ropes and held her position, letting her body fall forward and come down over her back. Carmen pressed back and held the younger girl captive in the corner, rubbing her body up against her like a scratching post, grinding her hips into Sig's sex, trying to drive her wild. Likely succeeding.

If only Carmen's Sunday School class could see her, now.

"Dirty little bitch. Having fun, huh?" Carmen whispered as she looked over her shoulder and ground down even harder, right to the point where pleasure and pain connected. "You know what I want, Sig? Your name. Your real name. Tell me."

"Ahhmm....!" Sig moaned as Carmen grind her rear side on her sandwiched figure.

She was having fun, in a way. The blonde guessed that the girl would be the rough type, judging from how she dressed at the bar. For Carmen to things like this was a bit surprising for her, but that only seemed to excite her further. Even the way she mocked her sounded sexy. The added pressure made her moaned harder. She's driven wild with the lethal combination of pain and pleasure, and it showed on her face. Sig was never good at faking her expression after all.

"Sig..." she replied.

Maria just sat back and watched, content to let Carmen go to town. The boxer always took a little time to get revved up, but when she did get to her happy place, she was a natural. She was initially worried about Sig getting hurt, but the girl had good stamina. No danger.

"Nope." Carmen slid around and turned to face Sig head on, letting her thigh pressed against her steaming hot sex as she kept her pressed into the corner. She spoke low, with measured words, like a parent with an unruly child who just couldn't seem to get the point. "I'm not stupid, Sig, so don't treat me like it. I don't like having my intelligence insulted."

Carmen reached up and grabbed her by the chin, making they looked eye to eye. Carmen's face was serious. Stern. Cold. "I seriously doubt your mother named you 'Sig'. That's short for something. I want to know what." She slapped Sig across the face, hard enough to sting back not to do any serious damage.

"Now."

Sig's pantie was already dampened when Carmen pushed her thigh between her legs. The blonde was too distracted to pull a surprise blow or something. She moaned again, and smiled. It's more of a mocking smile, though, like what a brat showed to her parents or teachers when she got scolded. Her expression didn't change even when she got slapped hard. Suddenly Carmen became determined to learn about her name, but she didn't deserve it yet.

"What's this...? An interrogation game?" she retorted. "It's Sig. As in the SIG Sauer, if you know what that is..." she smirked.

That's probably the only hit she'd drop. Whether Carmen buy it or not, the blonde would attempt to push the girl off her for a bit. Not to shove her away, but to create a little space, so her knee could raise up and have a shot on Carmen's belly.