Strangers in the Night

Carmen prided herself on having keen eyes and being able to read an opponent, but that was a talent that came in handy for other areas, too. Like, for instance, noticing the roving eyes of a pretty young thing checking out your body, seeing the flush in her skin, feeling the subtle rise of heat all over her body. Small things. Important things. Sexy things.

Maybe that was the reason she was taken off guard by Korra's counter, letting the lust in the air get to her. Or, maybe, Korra was just that good. Either way, when the fine Filipino snagged her arm, the result was inevitable: she was going down.

"Guuuh!" She let out a loud, undiignified grunt as she came down hard on the mat with Korra on top of her, getting a feel for just how impressively built her young opponents frame was. Which wasn't a bad thing, of course - she planned to feel that frame up many times in the near future. She had just planned to do it from the top, not the bottom.

Korra came crashing down on top of her opponent with little grace as she'd really intended on remaining standing, but Carmen had snagged her arm on the way down and brought them to the mat together. On top of the delicious vixen Korra hurriedly tried to think of a way to capitalize on her position. Belly to belly with the woman, firm breasts pressing flat against each other and stiff nipples pressing against Carmen's flesh through their clothes, the Filipino tried to hold the older Latina's shoulder's down with her forearms as she stared down into her dark eyes. "Now, let's try something a little different, mi mamasita."

Grinning impishly down at her opponent she would try to hook her feet on the inside of Carmen's legs, holding them outstretched along with her own. Then she would execute the grapevine, spreading both of their legs together, but Carmen's just a few degrees more. It would be a test of both their flexibility and the strength of their lower bodies. That and the audience simply ate this up... Korra had seen the move before but had never had an excuse to try it out before now.

Carmen started to struggle underneath Korra - not exactly the full power, insane fight she could've put up at her best, but enough to require some real effort on both of their parts. Even if neither of them was 100% serious, she still had a competetive side that wasn't easy to surpress. She'd been trained to win for decades, learned to hunger for it, and even when there was a sensual overtone to things, that hunger never truly went away.

As Korara came down across her and said her cryptic words, though, she had to wonder what her fellow brown-skinned beauty had planned. And she found out in short order - a punishing grapevine.

Carmen cried out as her legs were forced apart, split down the milddle and stretched. She wasn't exactly stiff below the waist, but she was hardly a gymnast, either, and her legs were getting stretched to their limit. Not to mention the weight pressing down on her, and the feel of this dominating beauty on her chest. It all came together to make a lovely mix of pain and pleasure that was hard to resist.

"Not..." She grunted and tried to push up, a bit of a futile effort while all the leverage was on Korra's side. "Not bad..."

This wasn't exactly Korra's forte, but she simply had to endure a slightly lesser degree of hard split than her opponent, and she was fairly confident she could manage that. Their bodies bounced against one another, firm breasts pressing together with little jiggles at each struggle and squirm made in their little contest. The Filipino couldn't suppress a self-satisfied little smirk as she panted out her exertion against Carmen's soft lips.

Korra's heart raced, able to feel the warmth of the sexy Latina's body as well as the difficulty she was having escaping this hold. A low, throaty laugh bubbled up nearly giving way to an indulgent moan. "Mmmm... having some trouble with this one, mamasita?" In spite of her bravado Korra's legs were starting to shake, not used to being used in quite this manner and already worn down by the match's toll upon her. She wouldn't be able to maintain this hold for much longer, she just had to hope that Carmen gave in soon... or at least that she came out of this worse for wear than herself.

Carmen had a decision to make as Korra tried to split her down the middle and spoke tempting words into her mouth, and it wasn't an easy one.

Pride was a factor, here. Carmen was a Rodriguez. She was trained to win, regardless of the circumstance, and she wanted to give her best whenever possible. Korra was a good opponent, too, and she would've loved to get her into a real ring sometimes and see who would come out on top when they were going at full tilt.

But, on the other hand, Korra was hot. Unbelievably, amazingly, undeniably hot, and it was impossible to igore when the tanned beauty was laid across her like this. Carmen hadn't came here tonight looking for a fight, really - she wanted to have a sexy, good time. And if there was ever a time to make that happen...

"Maybe." She managed to get a smile out through the pain, as she brought her hand up and suckled on Korra's lip. "I think...I think that's enough foreplay."

Carmen reached over to the side and tapped the canvas, giving Korra the win and submitting to her future lover.

Korra's legs were beginning to burn as she maintained the grapevine, beginning to tremble with the effort required to force Carmen's legs apart. She didn't want to lose, but any second now she was going to have to release the Puerto Rican and things would go downhill quickly from there.

With every passing moment more an more of Korra's attention was diverted to keeping up the hold, so she was caught quite off guard when she felt Carmen's lips teasing at one of her own. Involuntarily she let out a loud gasping moan. It would take a moment longer for the reality of what happened to sink in... She'd won? With a weary sigh of relief she would release Carmen from the hold before rolling over onto her back in a tired sprawl.

Sweat glistened over every inch of the Filipino's skin and her legs felt like jelly. It took a lot out of her, but it had been worth it. It never dawned on her that Carmen may have let her have the victory. "I'm going to enjoy making you my prize... *huff*... as soon as I can stand. Heh."

Hot, sweaty, on a canvas, out of breath, with a beautiful young woman beside her and the promise of a fun night ahead. Carmen had more exciting moments in her wrestling career - if this even counted as a part of it - but she couldn't think of anything that had been nearly as sultry.

The referee stood and brought her hands up, indicating the submission, and the crowd gave some mild applause - it hadn't exactly been an AFW quality match, but it was certainly a cut above what you would expect from a ring that was usually meant for simple, kinky fun. Carmen didn't pay them much mind - she was far more interested in her 'mistress' for the night. Even though she'd lost, she couldn't help but feel like she'd won.

"No rush." Carmen rolled over to her chest and slid up, so she could bury her face in Korra's long, black hair. Her tongue wormed around the strands until it found an ear, then began to slither all over, coating it in saliva. "I'm not going anywhere." She gave Korra the gentlest, subtlelest nibble. "Not without you, at least."

Korralyn let her hand be raised by the ref before her arm would simply flop back down to the mat devoid of strength. As Carmen slithered up beside her and snuggled into her dark tresses a strange realization swept over the exhausted fighter. If she won, why did she still feel like she was waiting for Carmen to bend her over... The woman was strong and skilled, probably more than herself, and even now seemed like she could have gone another round.

The tongue playing at her ear made Korra squirm and giggle girlishly. Her body longed to move on to one of the other rooms and get the real fun started. Her spine writhed, her hips rolled, and her nipples pressed visibly against her bathing suit. "Mmmm, mami, you are sooo hot." The words seemed to trickle past her lips without pause or filter, perhaps even without her being aware of them.

Carmen ran her hands down Korra's stomach as the beautiful Filipino writhed in ecstacy, feeling the raw power in those muscles and savoring every little contact they made. It almost made her wish she'd won instead - after all, she would've liked to have unrestricted access. But who knew? The night was still young, and there was no telling how things might go in private. Speaking of which...

"Likewise." She placed a palm on Korra's breeast and gave it a gentle squeeze, rubbing her hardened nipple between her fingers as she pressed. "And I'm all yours, to do with as you please. Or maybe you want me to do a few things to you, eh?"

Carmen started to stand up and put Korra's hand over her shoulder, so they could use each other for support. She might've been holding back some, but the pain in her legs was still very real - Korra's muscles were no joke, after all, and her wobbly legs proved it. "Let's get started on that, shall we?"

The asian-hispanic wrestler arched her back up off of the mat as her breast and nipple were teased in full view of the audience, letting out an appreciative moan that she couldn't suppress. At the playful question posed by her prize Korra's eyes darted away shyly, giving truth without a word. There were things she definitely wanted to do to Carmen, but there were also things she desperately wanted done to her by the woman.

Slipping her arms around Carmen's neck she struggled up to her feet with a groan of effort, her body momentarily lurching forward to press against that of her former opponent. Korra seized upon the opportunity to steal a gentle kiss from Carmen's lips and whisper "Absolutely. I'm gonna rock your world, mamasita." Moving into position at the woman's side, one arm around her still, she would start the slow and labored process of exiting the ring and leading the way to one of the nearby 'dungeon' rooms with all of the toys that go along with it.