A Late Night Spar

How did you not see this coming? C'mon, Ave! She barely had the time to mentally chastise herself.

Anne was quick and precise. Ave attempted to shift defensively against her assailant's guard, but it was far too late. A grunt of discomfort left her lips as Anne adeptly maneuvered her lean thighs and began to ruthlessly crush the redhead's upper torso. The pain and pressure hit her immediately--the mocha-skinned girl certainly knew how to apply a scorpion rib crush. Imagine that. Despite her growing despair, Avery managed a strained and helpless laugh in response to her tormentor's casual cadence. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time Anne had prepared some kind of imaginative set of sparring rules--it was admittedly cute and equally worrisome.

Any further signs of mirth faded from Avery's visage rather quickly.

Face-to-face with her adversary, Ave defiantly kept her gaze locked with Anne's fierce, blue, eyes--until she simply could not. A sharp gasp escaped the teenager's lips and her freckled face scrunched tightly. The humbled youth sank heavily into Anne's crushing embrace while her head cringed forward. Avery's cheek came to brush Anne's features briefly before the young redhead languishingly buried her face into the collar of the young girl's neck.

"Nngh... Okay-okay! Ugh, you got me," her strained breath was hot on Anne's flesh and her words were slightly muffled, but it did little to hide the urgency behind them.

Unsurprisingly, this wasn't exactly the start Ave had been hoping for.

Unsurprisingly, this was exactly the start Anne had hoped for. The part where she gave away a point to Ave, even. It provided basic insurance coverage for her considerable ego in the event that she somehow managed to bungle this whole thing up. Which she wouldn't, said the voices in her head. Regardless, she liked where this was going.

In fact, she liked it so much, she decided to keep at it a little longer.

"'You got me?' That's all I get? 'You got me?' C'mon, put some effort into that surrender speech. At least give me a tap and pitchy squeal." Anne's embrace only tightened even more, even as she felt Anne's heated breath tingle on her flesh. Maybe she was pushing it a little, again, with a complete stranger, but Anne couldn't help it. She wanted a little bit of sweet revenge for Ave's earlier stunt, and she was never one for proportionate retribution. "C'mon, Ave. Let's hear you siiiiiiiing."

A girlish squeal did, in fact, leave Avery's lips. It was loud and, on its sharpest note, it easily resounded across the entire gym. However, the despairing gesture abruptly turned into a strained and equally girlish laugh--likely melting away any of Anne's conflicting, if considerate, concerns.

Avery was keenly aware that her new sparring partner was going out of her way to toy with her and, admittedly, the tomboy found herself readily enjoying the moment. It was obvious that Anne wasn't trying to cause her any serious harm. Likewise, it was the same reason Ave hadn't gone to any kind of drastic measures to escape the tawny girl's clutches. It was a game--albeit, a very painful one, but it was exactly the kind of rowdy excitement Ave had been longing for.

Regardless, a scorpion rib crush wasn't exactly the kind of hold someone lounged and giggled within. Ave gingerly shifted back as much as she was allowed and managed to rest her cheek just above Anne's sternum. She'd crane her head, once again finding Anne's blue gaze, and offered a meek smile despite her labored breathes, "Ugh, I give, I give... And you're going to make me puke all over you if you keep this up."

It was certainly an amusing threat and, unfortunately, true given the nature of the crushing hold. Ave begrudgingly brought her hand to Anne's thigh, playing into the girl's mischievous demands, and tapped submissively along her flexed muscles--no doubt further massaging her ego. She had no choice but to play the part for now.

Payback, however, would surely be a bitch.

Anne smiled. "You chose wisely," she said. "Vomit is an excellent deterrent." Slowly, very slowly, she eased up on the scissors crush, unhooking her arms only after her thighs were completely off her opponent. She gently -okay, not so gently- shoved Ave off her, removing herself from beneath her opponent, patted her absently across the tummy, before moving across the ring on her knees, putting some distance between them.

It hit her then that, as fun as that little stunt was, she had no real idea what Ave could do. The shittycam youtube vid only showed that last 30 seconds of the fight where both fighters were spent. She showed a bit of her hand, but Ave was still a bit of an enigma to her in terms of what she could do - and from that fantastic hurricana, she was flexibleeeeee.

"Ready when you are. Ladies first." Anne said, the smile on her lips and the smile on her voice.. "Ya know, I'm the person of color here, but I think you're the dark horse in this. Come at me, bro."

Anne seemed content to the let the crushing hold linger--much to Ave's chagrin. Finally, the tawny girl's legs reluctantly unraveled and Ave found herself abruptly sprawled across the mat. A deep sigh of relief escaped her lips. She had a rather distinct feeling she now the possessed a semi-understanding of what it felt like to escape from a bear trap. It wasn't the first time she had experienced a scorpion rib crush, of course, but it may have been the most impressive execution Ave had the misfortune of experiencing. It was obvious that Anne had some impressive strength; one look at her finely sculpted physique could attest to that much. More importantly, however, the blue-eyed beauty possessed the finesse to properly use that strength.

"Nice one, by the way," the compliment was mild in comparison to Ave's true admiration, but there was no mistaking the coy smile at her lips. She rose and settled eagerly on to her knees and twisted her lean torso slowly--stretching out the stiffness in her sides.

"Dark horse?" She laughed and narrowed her light-brown eyes playfully, "Oh, you have no idea, Princess."  

Within a few beats of a heart, she was on her feet and coming straight at Anne. The fiery redhead came hard and attempted to engage her opponent with what would be their very first clinch! Now the real fun was just beginning.

Anne waited patiently for on her knees for Ave to catch her breath, with a small smile on her lips and the air of someone who didn't try to crush her just a few moments ago. "Bluuuuuuushing." she said in response to Ave's compliments, coyness clinging to the word like honey. She watched as Ave got to her knees, stretched the hurt away, and pegged her with that look. Anne just stared right back, with that innocent 'I wonder what would happen next. Maybe tea and crumpets?' look.

And she rose as Ave rose, her reflexes meeting Ave in a charge that brought their bodies slamming into each other with a clinch, strength matching against strength, her arms locked around Ave's neck in a traditional collar tie. She made a show of pushing against Ave for a bit - but she didn't want to start their first real round on Ave's terms, nor did she want to introduce strikes into their spar. She wanted to keep this friendly.

So Anne would try to slip the clinch - and try to reintroduce Ave back to the ground via a tackle, hoping to once again stay on top of her opponent.

The clash was satisfying. Ave felt a buzz of excitement race down her spine as her muscles flexed and maneuvered directly against her opponent's.

The clinch did not last long, however. She felt the subtly of Anne's motions and, even with the mocha-skinned girl's swift assault, Ave intercepted the tackle. As Anne collided with her, she captured her adversaries' head in a tight headlock and clamped her hands together to secure the hold. The tattooed youth went into a dead drop and rolled backwards while kicking upwards with her legs. In one smooth motion, Anne's own momentum would be used against her and the blue-eyed girl would find herself caught in a fierce tumble.

The rolling takedown would bring Anne flat on her back as Avery sprawled heavily atop the girl, pinning her firmly to the mat while maintaining her painful and constricting hold on her opponent's slender neck. Her back would straighten and her bicep would flex, biting deeply into the captured girl's trachea and unleashing the full might of Ave's guillotine choke.

A low, girlish, chuckle left Avery's lips. It was the kind of teasing gesture that said, you're fucked now, without the need of any actual words.

There was a little sinking thought between the headlock and the flip, a little oshiiiiiiiiiit when she knew what was coming and had actually even contributed to it. She'd never been on the receiving end of a rolling guillotine before, but she had seen it once, and it was...

Even more unpleasant to be in than it looked from a distance. But Anne fought Ave even as her eyes widened and her breath started to quicken. She fought her, her arms flailing around wildly, barely able to touch even Ave's midsection, even as Ave looked up and straightened her body, tightening the grip like a python. She settled for swinging wildly at Ave's butt, for all the good that did. Anne barely heard the chuckle - but she heard it.

She was doomed. She lost this one, and she knew it. She was arrogant. She knew Ave was a fighter, with comparable cardio to her, yet still somehow found a way to underestimate her.  

But she wasn't going down like a chum. She wouldn't give Ave the benefit of a single squeal - or so she thought.

"Hey, c'mon! Respect the money maker!"

Ave's chiding remark ringed with obvious amusement. Thankfully, Anne's flailing punches were clumsily and mostly harmless from their current position. She couldn't just let the stubborn girl attempt to pummel her beautiful ass, however. It would have been like standing by and doing nothing as someone foolishly attempted to destroy precious art!

It seemed Anne would require some more encouragement? Challenge accepted.

She'd jerk the tawny fighter abruptly, forcefully steering Anne into an upright, sitting, position. The fiery redhead nestled and sat firmly into the girl's lap before shifting her knees and swiftly wrapping her legs tightly around her opponent's waist. Ave would lean heavily backwards and forced Anne to lurch forward from her awkward, seated, position. With her newly acquired leverage, she'd momentarily sink her guillotine choke even deeper.

"This tough girl stuff is cute. I could keep you here all night if that's how you want to play it." Even if Anne couldn't actually see it, she could most likely feel the satisfied smirk plastered across the redhead's freckled visage. The teenager kept her legs wrapped around her opponent in an ironclad vise though Avery would offer her helpless opponent one considerate gesture; she eased off the pressure of the choke. She was content in keeping the crushing hold merely torturous and, with victory all but inevitable, she certainly didn't want to accidentally squeeze Anne into oblivion.

She still needed to hear the arrogant, blue-eyed, beauty squeal, after all!