Chesna vs. Hel

Hel scoffed, "Hah. Not until I'm sure you can't do any more of your poking pressure pointing mumbAAH." She yelped as Chesna nailed the nerve on her neck once more, freezing up in pain. She would attempt to roll off of Chesna as a recoil from the sharp pain, gasping, "Dammit... that's... like a fricken needle!" Either way, she had Hel stunned, grabbing her neck for the time being.

Chesna ly there panting on her back. Glad to see relief from the pain. She quickly rolled out of the ring and crawled to the barrier and leaned against it, panting and rubbing her chin. "I'm glad that sort of technique takes minimal effort. Even a giant can be felled with nothing more than the right touch if one knows where to look." She said through a gasp. She turned and looked back up at the ring. She knew that Hel would have time to recover as well but she needed it more. That beast seemed more interested in a fist fight and Chesna wanted nothing of the sort.

Hel grimaced, rubbing her neck as she rose to her feet, losing track of Chesna. Fortunately, so far those pressure points mostly just stung like a bastard. Still, Hel knew it took a real badass to know that sort of pressure point skill, and if she wasn't careful, Chesna might actually hit her with something that really, REALLY hurt.

So the current plan was the pummel this girl until she was a twitching half conscious wreck and THEN violate her. Grappling probably wasn't wise.

Scanning the arena, she would see Chesna catching her breath outside the ring. With a determined grunt, she would charge toward the ropes, aiming to slide under them and deliver a kick to Chesna. The upside of that move would be that she would grab the lower rope and be able to control her momentum quite well to prevent from hitting the wall should Chesna dodge.

Of course, the downside is that her arms would be up there while she worked to recover her balance should Chesna dodge and strike faster, but Hel didn't like to worry about the negatives if it meant getting another chance to put the hurt on Chesna.

Chesna was far enough away that a baseball slide was fairly easy to telegraph so as Hel slid, Chesna grabbed Hels legs and attempted to lift Hel up to slam her head into the corner of the mat.

Hel yelped as her head slammed into the corner of the ring, dropping down now to the floor on the outside of the ring, cradling her aching head. She would try to lash out with a kick at Chesna if the doctor got too close, but she was disoriented from that blow and Chesna might be able to get in and punish her further if she were careful.

Chesna was about to move in for a strike but stopped when she saw Hel threaten with the leg. She sighed at Hel's resiliance and wished she was smaller so she could fight the kawaii who broke much easier. With a defeated look she turned and sidestepped Hel and made her way to the stairs and shuffled into the ring. She stepped close to where Hel was and waited patiently enjoying the view of Hel's naked form for a long moment before judging the next course of action from the temptress.

Hel seemed thrown off by Chesna's complete ignorance of her. "Er?" She stood to her feet slowly, glancing about to see if there was some sort of joke on her. Still somewhat puzzled, she would climb into the ring. Chesna was making a fool of her up to this point... hell, the doctor was still dressed after all this time and Hel had been nude for what seemed like ages. Every part of Hel felt sore, to boot, thanks to Chesna's expert pressure point techniques.

And Chesna had shown no signs of pain from all the blows she had received. She HAD to be hurting, but she didn't even seem to be hiding it. Shaking her head, Hel would take a combat stance and approach Chesna carefully. She tried a change of plans, aiming to grab Chesna by her blouse and toss her around with the leverage, hopefully pulling or even tearing it off.

Chesna Sighed as she was grabbed by Hel. she had been paying too much attention to Hel's body and had been a little to slow from her injuries to avoid getting caught. As Hel swung her around, Chesna turned her head and blushed. "Dizzy." She muttered but reached out her hand to shove her fingers hard into Hel's armpit. She hoped it would make Hel release her but she could feel her blouse ripping anyway. No matter how it happened, Chesna landed hard on her butt and let out a small "Eh..." and looked down. With a sigh she removed her blouse revealing a rather plain set of white bra and panties.

Hel tossed Chesna to the ground, leaping back to dodge her pressure point attack. Chesna's strange behavior throughout the match continued to perplex her, but at least she got the doctor's clothes down a notch.... even though Hel was still naked, covered in sweat, and sore all over... Normally, this would be a GOOD night of sex...

With an annoyed sigh, Hel would approach Chesna. If she were still downed, Hel would attempt to grab her by the legs and swing her, in one solid motion attempting to throw her at one of the ring posts. If Chesna were getting up, Hel would try to lock her in a full nelson from behind, hoping to immobilize her arms, put some pressure on her, and maybe drag her to the ring post and slam her into it.

If Chesna had made it to her feet, Hel would approach in a fighting stance, aiming side kick at her midsection.

Chesna was halfway to feet when Hel grabbed her and put her in a head lock "..." Chesna fell limp against Hel hoping to make it more difficult for her. As Hel tried to wrench her toward the ring post, Chesna lifted up her legs to try and make Hel loose her balance. Chesna would then try and climb up the ropes with her feet and back flip over Hel and push her into the ring post.