Strangers in the Night

Carmen was close to getting back into her comfort zone. One foot on the floor, rising fast, grasping the ropes. Korra, however, didn't seem to be the type of woman to let even a momentary advantage slip away - sure enough, Carmen felt hot breath pouring over her neck and a pair of strong arms come up from under her shoulders, snaking their way around to the back of her head as a full nelson was applied. A solid one. A tight one. A painful one.

"What-" Was all she had the time to say before Korra brought her back to the place she least wanted to be in the ring, landing on their side with a combined weight that made the ring shake on impact. It wasn't the worst feeling in the world - Carmen loved the way her fellow Latina's breasts rubbed along her shoulders, the way their hips grazed along each other in a perfect fit, even the way their legs tangled and slid alongside each other. But the hold itself negated those pleasant feeling. She didn't peg Korra as a submission expert, and this was a simple hold, but that didn't mean it wasn't effective.

A low hiss leaked through Carmen's gritted teeth as she started to struggle, thrashing left and right and left again as she tried twisting her way out of the classic hold. "Starting..." She started bucking hard, powering against the hold with short bursts of strength. No luck. Yet. "Starting to get the impression you've done this before." She growled, though there was a slight laugh underneath the pain. She was glad this particular match wouldn't be finding its way onto the AFW site anytime soon.

Carmen wasn't the only one enjoying the hold. Every grunt, every hiss, even her straining and bucking gave Korra some unwholesome pleasure. Particularly the bucking. She held her body tightly up against her opponent's back struggling to keep control of the fit woman's struggling form. The Filipino could feel her pulse quickening as they writhed in a single mass upon the mat; nipples swelled palpably, visibly through her swimsuit and poked into Carmen's back. Inch by inch the Latina was beginning to slide down and out of the hold, and soon she would find the woman's dark hair brushing against her cleavage and arms entwined only around her biceps. "Uhn! Not my usual style... *huff*... but I've got more than enough... *huff*... to wear you down."

Getting out of the hold was not easy - not even for Carmen. She was an Olympian, a world class athlete, but Korra was close enough to her size and had the power of youth backing her up. That didn't mean escape was impossible, but the brown skinned beauty made her work for every inch. Which, of course, only made her sexier - if this were some skinny little waif she was working with, it wouldn't be nearly as fun.

"Oh?" Carmen moaned and gave Korra one final, rub, undulating against the space between her legs, pressing hard, before she put her all into a solid effort to get free. If she could, she would make it back to her feet and shift into her wrestling stance. "Now I'm curious. What is your usual style?"

Between the hot and humid air of the club, the effort of the match, and the warmth of their bodies pressing together a glistening veneer of perspiration was already beginning to form on Korra's dark skin as Carmen finally slipped from her grasp. She was none too happy with this change, only partly because it meant that her opponent was free gain, but more so because it meant the 'accidental' rubbing had to stop.

Watching her luscious adversary slip free and twist back up onto her feet Korra would follow suit. Pushing up the shoulder strap of her bathing suit with one hand she would roll onto her knees and attempt to get back onto her feet before Carmen could take advantage of her momentary height advantage. "I'm usually more of a striker. Mostly boxing and kick boxing... some tosses and slams to spice things up a bit. Ya know, the fun stuff."

Carmen looked a little disappointed to see that strap go back, but her smile returned when Korra explained what her speciality was. She'd been hesitant to go all out before, but strikes coming from a woman with a body like that might actually be a real threat, even for someone with her experience. Maybe it wouldn't be the most erotic way for things to go, but she couldn't help her curiousity, now.

"Boxing." Carmen changed stances and moved into her orthodox stance. Fists up, nice and tight. One in, one out. Knees slightly bent, feet bouncing. She started to move back and forth, effortlessly sliding along the ring, comfortable with a style she'd been mastering for twenty years. "Show me."

Korralyn took a step back as the tone of their conversation changed somewhat. In an instant the nature of their sexy little grapple had changed into something a bit more serious, and that warranted a few extra inches of distance to adjust. Following suit she settled down into a slight crouch with her fists raised up parallel to one another in front of her face. Nimbly she bobbed and danced from side to side mirroring her opponent. A smirk played across the Filipino's lips as the ravishing creature asked for a demonstration. "Gladly." She purred back in response.

They would continue to 'dance' for a few seconds longer, Korra playing cautiously while she sized up Carmen's guard. Once she was satisfied with her assessment she moved in to strike; darting quickly towards the Latina's dominant side Korra shot out a sharp jab at the woman's side followed directly by an open handed hook towards her head. The hope was that the jab would draw down the woman's guard leaving her exposed for the real attack. Of course she opened her hand for the second strike, not wanting to risk either breaking a knuckle on Carmen's skull, or inversely breaking Carmen's pretty face.

It was tough to be sure, but given how close they seemed to be in terms of size and weight, if Korra had actually joined the league, the two of them would've been in the same weight class. As they squared off and the young, nubile fighter came her way, the Puerto Rican boxer couldn't help but have a little nostalgia. How long had it been since she faced off a woman her own size? Even counting her recent fights with Lorenza, not nearly enough. Playing with a woman like this would be a blast in the ring and in the bed."Nice, nice..."

She could feel her blood boiling in a familiar way as they squared off and Korra took the initiative, coming at her with some quick strikes. The jab cracked her in the side and made her wince - it was a lot faster and a lot harder than Carmen would've guessed, delivered with impressive skill. The hook was a different story - that, she was able to duck under, letting it slip right over her head, missing by just a few inches. She retaliated in kind, throwing a hook of her own into the tanned beauty's steely stomach. It was open handed, mirroring Korra's safety, but it still had enough power to deal real damage. She'd been boxing all her life, holding back on it wouldn't come naturally.

Her feint, the jab, connected sweetly making the audience gasp at the sudden change in intensity the match had undergone. But the hook had been optimistic and her quick and skillful opponent nimbly dodged the blow and retaliated with a shot to Korra's exposed belly. The blow resonated with a loud SLAP that left the flesh beneath her bathing suit flushed in the shape of an open hand, a throaty grunt escaping from the Filipino's lips. The jolt to her body caused her breasts to bounce and jiggle in their tenuous enclosure. This outfit was clearly meant more for exhibition and not for a serious encounter.

Still grinning, Korra took a step back to restore a little space between their bodies. Carmen was good, making her scream her name was going to be so much more delicious then. "C'mon, mamasita, show me what you're workin' with." The cocky Latina then gestured for Carmen to come and get her with a soft motion of her fingertips as her guard returned to its ready posture.

The more this went on, the more Carmen wished that she and Korra could meet in a  more serious setting - a real match. This satisfied her sexual side quite well, and she enjoyed the sight of the Filipino bouncing away from her with that young, fit body, but she was curious to see how they would do in real combat, how a genuine bout with nothing held back would go.

Later. There was always later. The two of them would have a more serious discussion when the kinky stuff was out of the way.

"Gladly." Carmen came in low, bobbing left and weaving right, working her way towards Korra with steady, practiced movements. The moment before she came in range, she suddenly jerked forward and closed the distance between them in a flash, then shot out with a right cross straight into Korra's delectable chest - still open handed, but this one had a bit more force to it than the last shot. if she wanted to see what Carmen was working with, the Puerto RIcan would happily oblige.

Korra's eyes watched the dark beauty as she weaved from side to side with graceful, dancing steps. A smirk played across her dusky lips as she studied Carmen's movements, and her body... mmm, that body. Her cool, blue eyes lingered a little too long on the Puerto Rican's long, toned legs and didn't give herself time enough to respond to the palm thrust. Another loud thwack filled the air as a firm palm met soft breast squishing the supple flesh roughly against Korra's chest.

Her body turned slightly with the impact, and between the initial jostling and the jiggling aftershocks that errant shoulder strap slipped down again. This time lower than before, catching on the Filipino's elbow and leaving the sore breast half exposed. She moved back in to retaliate but only too late discovered that her arm had been caught up, quickly she tried to extricate herself but it cost her precious seconds and concentration. Obviously, this sexy little outfit was not replacing her ring attire anytime soon! "Shit!" She swore in English as she worked to twist her elbow free.