Strangers in the Night

While Carmen was close, she noted that Korra had the sweetest looking set of lips she had ever seen. Oh, the rest of her body was a sight worth beholding, there was no denying that. But as they drew close and teased a kiss, as she went through the motions of a smoldering embrace and the taste of Korra's breath danced along her tongue, she had to restrain stop herself from throwing out the idea of a match and just taking Korra right then and there. She doubted the audience would object.

But, by some miracle, she kept her passion in check. Waiting always made this sort of thing sweeter. "That sounds perfect." Korra's offer was a complete win for her. Usually, Carmen played the dominant, and most women preferred to be submissive. She didn't mind too much, but as a switch, she felt like her other side was too neglected. Finding someone who didn't mind playing both sides was a rare treat.

"As for rules, let's keep it interesting." Carmen started to do a few simple stretches, giving Korra a full view of her lean body as she bent over and touched the floor. "Victory by verbal submission. And it's up to the opponent whether she accepts it or not."

The referee, a small little thing in a striped bikini, moved between them and nodded, confirming the rules. When she backed away and gave the signal, Carmen immediately got her hands up and took a grappling stance. She started to move around in a circle around Korra, slowly closing in while she waited to see what the other woman would do.

Korra greedily took in the view offered up by the limbering Latina, her hands resting on her hips in a haughty and confident posture. She normally didn't get the chance to wrestle girls who were quite so fit as Carmen and the prospect of forcing this woman into a reluctant submission was pure ambrosia. Maybe she would even get the chance to try out a signature move tonight, a good test before testing it on a real wrestler.

Smirking her satisfaction at the rules as stipulated Korra gave a sharp nod causing her ponytail to bounce and swishing behind her back. "Mm, aren't you just a glutton for punishment. Sounds good to me."

At the sign from their fine official Korra took up a fighter's posture, her hands raised in a high guard, feet dancing her supple form from side to side as she circled with her prey. Haunting blue eyes searched Carmen, her focus turning to the match and away from erotic wanderings, trying to read her body language. Those smiling eyes flitted to Carmen's left arm before the woman lunged forward, attempting to seize the arm and utilize it as a lever to flip the woman over her shoulder and down to the mat in a fairly standard Judo maneuver.

Good posture. Professional stance. Moved well for her size. Confident eyes that searched Carmen's entire body, not just the parts she had a craving for. She'd been in more than enough fights in her career to know she was being looked at by someone who had actually skill, and that was certainly the vibe she got from this well-built young woman.

Her suspicions were confirmed as Korra moved in and took the initiative, coming in with the sort of confidence that only came from real experience in real rings. Carmen started to backpedal, trying to get out of her reach before she could do whatever she was trying to do, but the fine Filipino moved faster than she'd figured - next time she would be able to keep her pace, but this time Korra's initiative was enough to make an easy catch.

She was sent flying, ass-over-teakettle, with a classic judo throw. Nice. Crisp. Quick. Clean. Carmen would've been able to admire it more if she wasn't on the receiving, but even as she went flying through air and came down hard on her back, she could respect the way Korra flowed into the move with practised ease. She landed hard on the canvas and rolled forward immediately after, not wanting to spend a second down there that she didn't have to. As soon as she came off the roll, Carmen popped up with her hands raised and her knees bent, crouched low and ready for Korra's next attack.

Korra's confidence swelled with this early success; the sound of Carmen's hard body slapping against the mat coming as a form of instant gratification. The flip would have stunned most of the bimbos who blithely stumbled into the ring with Korra, but obviously Carmen was made of sterner stuff and recovered from the fall with alacrity. Obviously her opponent had been in the ring before, maybe even some martial arts training. That wasn't wholly uncommon, even in the club circuit.

Squaring off with Carmen once again the Filipino kept light upon her feet, her guard raised as she weaved side to side. For now she had this lovely creature on the defensive, just where she wanted her. Testing the waters she threw a quick, light kick at Carmen's side; more probing her defenses than a proper attack. Truthfully, she was watching for her reaction, figuring out just how hard they played in this ring. Her ears were as much on the audience as her eyes were on Carmen's response.

There was some hesitation in Carmen's steps, as her bare feet padded along the canvas. She wasn't quite sure how to proceed after a throw like that - at least, not in a situation like this. In a real match, she would've started rattling off punches and interspersed them with her throws, maybe even mix a simple submission into it.

But this wasn't quite a normal match, now was it? Most of her fights were against men, guys that she had no intention of enjoying a night with. Korra was different. She would prefer her potential lover to not be a mess of bruises when this was over.

She'd hold back on the strikes. Carmen had been working on her grappling skills heavily in recent months, and it looked like this was going to be a good way to test them out.

She bounced back as the kick came, reflexively dancing out of its reach. Just a little feint on Korra's part, as if she were trying to test and assess. If she wanted to find out how Carmen fought, then good - she was about to learn. As soon as her feet touched the floor from the dodge, the 24/7 champ jolted forward with her arms held up high, looking to force Korra into a collar-and-elbow tie up. A struggle for position. Carmen was interested in establishing dominace, pushing their bodies against each other to see who could gain the most ground. Hopefully that tight, toned body wasn't just for show.

Korra was less than surprised when her kick caught only air, it was still early in the match and energy was still high. Dodging about always became more difficult as the match dragged on and fatigue began to set in, which came sooner for some wrestlers than others. The probing strike was met with an almost instantaneous response as the Latina darted in to seize hold of the Filipino. Grappling was not really Korra's strong suit, hence the experimentation in striking in spite of this being a submission match. There was nothing for it now, she would just have to make due.

Long, toned, and bare legs set themselves firmly against the mat and braced for the impact of Carmen's body against her own. Muscles all over flexed, visible through and around the swim suit, and pushed back against the attempt to seize control. For now Korra would hold firm against the pressure, grunting softly into Carmen's ear as their heads moved into position next to one another. As their bodies grew closer firm breasts began to press flat against each other, adding a warm and pleasant crush to the situation. "Oh, mamasita... unf... if you wanted a hug you could have just asked." She joked in Spanish between soft grunts of effort to hold her ground.

Carmen wasn't putting her full strength into the effort - not at first. Korra looked strong, but looks only mattered so much her. She'd learned that a lot of grappling came down to skill and technique, how well you handled your when the hands met. After all, she'd enjoyed a size and strength advantage over most of the guys she had fought so far, and it hadn't ensured her a single win.

But Korra had the goods. Good posture and power to back it up, not to mention having youth on her side. When she pushed back, Carmen was forced away by a couple of steps, before she summoned the full brunt of her own strength and brought the meeting to a standstill. A very enjoyable standstill, too - their bodies were just starting to perspire under the bright lights, taking away the friction as tanned skin brushed against tanned skin. Korra's impressive chest blossomed against Carmen's more meager mounds, pressing them flat against her.

"I want a lot more than a hug." Carmen stole a quick kiss, a little peck on Korra’s darkened lips, before she ducked down and grabbed the Filipino’s wrist while she moved, trying to catch her with the arm wringer and twist away.

Korra was rather enjoying this proximity to Carmen as they glistening bodies brushed together, both women straining against each other in a test of strength. She took a moment to savor the scent of her opponent's skin, just a fraction of an inch from her lips. Her practicality considered ways to break this stalemate and turn it into something advantageous, but her pride demanded she prove her superior strength. Unfortunately Carmen did not suffer from a similar sickness of ego.

The flirtatious words and the quickly stolen kiss caught Korra off guard, her crystal blue eyes blinking in surprise and a faint blush. It wasn't an unheard of tactic, but it never ceased to be a distracting one, especially when your opponent was someone as tempting as Carmen. Her defenses momentarily lowered Korra was easily caught in the arm wringer, partially bent over with a soft cry of pain as her limb was wrenched around. Her expression of surprise turned to one of self reproach, upset that she had let herself fall for such a basic tactic.

After a few moments of enduring the hold and failing to reverse her fortune by brute strength alone she fell back on the best escape for such situations, not that it was exactly a good one. With a grunt of effort the Filipino would flip herself forward landing upon her back with a thud, but with her body following the twist it at least offered temporary relief. Wasting no time she would yank hard with her captive wrist in an attempt to pull Carmen forward and down onto the mat with her. Time to transition this into a little sexy groundwork...

If there had been any doubt in Carmen's mind on whether or not Korra had some wrestling training, it would've been erased when she saw the way the brown beauty handled the arm wringer. It was hardly the most damaging hold, but most people who had never been in one before took it poorly - and that included Carmen herself. But Korra seemed more annoyed than anything. No panic. No real pain. She was collected, and had enough mind to not just take the move, but do something about it besides squirming.

If that display hadn't done it, then Korra's roll would've annihilated any lingering questions Carmen had. Korra came out of the move well, right to her back, taking all the pressure away. She started to yank up, hoping to regain the hold  or turn it into something more damaging . What she got was a hard tug against. A much harder pull, with Korra's weight behind it.

Carmen squawked - literally squawked - as her body went flopping over and she was dumped unceremoniously on her back, the absolute last place she wanted to be as a boxer and a wrestler. She grabbed the middle rope and began to pull herself up as fast as she could, hoping to make it back to her feet before Korra could capitalize.

Hoping. She wasn't too optimistic.

Korra committed herself wholly to whatever she pursued, be it surfing or fighting, and that devotion had worked well for her. She held herself to a high standard, often impossibly high, and that drove her towards excellence. That was not to say she was excellent at all she did, but that she tried hard to be so. Staring up at Carmen from her back she began to realize that she might be in for a more challenging match than she'd anticipated, which wasn't a bad thing; it made victory all the sweeter.

She had, however, pulled the dark beauty harder than she'd intended and sent her onto her back and towards the ropes. The former bikini boxer was hoping she'd have landed on top of her for a leg-scissors, but she would have to make do. Twisting up onto her hands and knees she saw Carmen scrambling up the ropes to try regaining her feet. Korra had never been one for ground work, but it didn't seem like Carmen wanted to spend any time on the mat either. So hoping that she would prevail with both of them out of their comfort zone she pounced upon the Latina's back, breasts pushing up tightly to the woman's shoulder blades as she tried to catch her in a full nelson and drag her back down onto their sides. The sadistic part of Korra had delight, obscenely so, at the sight of Carmen hurrying up the ropes and longed to see her in greater distress, and she knew she could do it.