Envy vs. Vanessa York - A Match of Ice And Fire

The two women clashed and the outcome couldn’t be much different than what it was, with Envy’s superior strength winning out. Not that it was a death knell, Vanessa had punched her way out of corners against opponents that were a fuckton faster on their feet than Envy. She just needed to stand up, first.

She started to rise, too, trying to push her way free and get in a solid blow. However, head trauma had a way of putting an end to the best laid plans.

”Fuck off-” Vanessa had just begun protesting the hairpull when Envy followed it up with a hard blow, shoving the back of her skull into the turnbuckle. The padding didn’t do nearly enough to mitigate the damage, and Vanessa was left stunned. Too stunned to do anything about what came next.

”Better than-” Once more, she was interrupted, this time when Envy’s boot dug into her neck and the choke shortened her air supply. While Vanessa was by no means fat by any real definition, she wasn’t a light woman, and had decent weight to apply pressure with. The Red Queen started thrashing and beating away on her opponent’s shins, desperately fighting for whatever wisps of air she could find.

Vanessa was starting to very much dislike this woman.

“Better than... what? Hmm?” Envy cooed playfully as she ground her boot into Vanessa’s windpipe. Her prey spluttered and struggled, but Envy simply held the top rope to keep her balance, her shapely calf straining as her right leg kept Vanessa down.

“See, I don’t *have* to use my arms!” she beamed, belatedly getting the chance to answer the redhead back. Some of the fans weren’t happy at the blatant disregard for the match rules, and protested the choke, but Envy simply smiled, casually tidying her hair as she choked Vanessa out, clearly revelling in her dominant pose.

Her chutzpah bought her a few extra seconds, but eventually the fan protests spurred the ref girl into action, remonstrating with Envy and trying to peel her away from Vanessa. “Really? I have to stop? Ugh, FINE!” Envy sighed, giving Vanessa’s neck a final hard poke with her boot, before relenting.

The ref girl was now positioned between the two wrestlers, preventing any further dirty tricks, but Envy stepped back and presented a wholly innocent face, as if she were unclear what the issue was.

Realistically, Vanessa should've been focusing her efforts on important things. Like, you know, breathing and not having her windpipe crushed by Envy’s pristine boot.

But she was a stubborn one, always had been, and as the Brit choked her, she kept trying to retort, only managing to sputter and spit out a string of half-curses and garbled insults.

When Envy finally let up at the referee’s urging, Vanessa went into a coughing fit as she sat in the corner, grasping her hammered throat.

”Fucking hell!”She needed a moment, and thankfully, she got it, as the referee separated them. It gave Vanessa just enough time to pull herself back up, still leaning in the corner. She wasn't about to go full offense again, but she did have a little something for her opponent.

The second the referee moved away, Vanessa lashed out with a knife-edge chop across Envy’s sumptuous chest. Not the sort of move that would bring anyone to their knees, but it would sting like a nettles on her skin and communicate exactly how the Red Queen felt about having Envy’s foot lodged in her gullet.

The radiant Envy finally stopped focusing all her attention on looking sweet and innocent, and instead turned back to Vanessa – and the unpleasant surprise that the redhead was back on her feet, and feeling decidedly bitchy.

THWACK! Envy winced as the breast edge chop painfully slapped across her cleavage. Her breasts jiggled, and her decision to wear a cut-out sports bra proved questionable, as a red weal formed quickly on her bare central chest.

For a second, all eyes were on Envy, as she stared daggers at Vanessa, pursing her lips, sore and angry. “Oh you bitch,” she hissed, in the calm before the storm. Then suddenly she erupted, moving forwards, grabbing Vanessa’s tie to pull her out the corner a step, before bodily ramming her spine back against the turnbuckle. If she managed to soften the redhead’s defences enough, she’d try to transition this to an Irish Whip across the ring.

Yeah, Envy was pissed. Yeah, Vanessa would probably wind up paying for her attack in a painful way. Yeah, she should've gone for something more potent that a damn chop when she had the opening.

Fuck it. That blazing red streak on her Envy’s chest made it all worth it. ”Hey,” Vanessa shrugged, as her fulsome foe moved in for the kill. ”You wanted wrestling from me, right?”

It was a good thing that Vanessa’s taunt was short, because she had no time for anything else. Envy was all over her in the next moment, yanking her out of the corner with her tie - a move that she’d be getting payback for at the earliest convenience - and using her body like a battering ram, crushing her in the corner. The Red Queen flopped about, red hair flying around her face. Painful enough by itself, but Vanessa didn't even have the precious time to reel from the blow - Envy had her off and running only a second later, sending her dashing across the ring, full tilt.

Vanessa turned around and hit the opposite turnbuckle with her back instead of her chest, which was only marginally better. It did have the advantage of letting her see whatever Envy was coming at her with next. Whether she could avoid it was a different matter.

Through it all, she managed a small smirk, even as her face contorted with pain. ”Strike a nerve?”

Envy simply growled, channelling her anger into the hard Irish whip across the ring. The blonde felt she was doing good to keep the initiative against her taller and more athletic foe, but was a little disheartened to see Vanessa ride out the whip fairly well, keeping her balance and her back to the turnbuckle, along with a smirk.

She started out in a brisk march towards Vanessa, the redhead obviously still in need of a lot more softening up. “Oh, I can show you all about nerves, honey,” Envy retorted in a harsh sneer, suddenly itching to twist Vanessa into all kinds of painful ways. That fun would have to wait though. Seeing her opponent still tangled in the corner, the blue-clad girl decided to try and close the gap before Vanessa could turn this back into a boxing match. Envy changed from a trot to a sprint, looking to close quickly and launch herself at the cornered girl with a leaping clothesline to the chest.

Did Vanessa see Envy coming? Yes.

Was she able to do anything about it? Not really.

She tried to move out of the way in time, to her credit, but her back was still hurting from the impact, and Envy moved a lot faster than she would’ve guessed, covering some good area with her clothesline. She got knocked right back into the turnbuckle with a mighty crash, her long arms flopping all about as she reeled.

The strength left her legs for a moment, long enough for the rest of her body to fall suit, and Vanessa wound up plopping down into a sit in the corner. Groaning, hurt, but with a little smile still on her face. Envy knew how to press an advantage, she’d give the Brit that much.

Envy felt good, crunching Vanessa’s lanky frame up against the corner post. She was scoring some decent hits now, largely courtesy of the turnbuckles, but they all counted. Envy had been embarrassed by her poor opening, nearly getting punched silly by the Scot, but this – actual, turbulent, ruthless ring wrestling – was reassuringly back into her comfort zone.

Vanessa slumped down into the corner and Envy stepped back, sure she must be making some headway on the redhead’s spine, but Envy felt a surge of irritation when she looked down and saw Vanessa still smiling. Ugh. Progress was nothing if she was wasn’t winning the mental battle too. That defiant smile of Vanessa’s was just as bad as the slap to her tits.

Envy’s expression darkened. “Enjoying yourself!?” she hissed, grabbing the top rope, and planting her white boot on Vanessa’s face. She scragged her right foot sideways across the seated girl’s features, before firing her raised leg forwards to kick Vanessa’s head in a quick facewash manoeuvre. “Like that, hmm?”

She wasn’t finished being bitchy, either. After kicking her foe, Envy would promptly turn around, facing back towards the middle of the ring. Her ass was now in front of Vanessa’s head, presenting her opponent with the back of her booty shorts, and the heart cut-out that left her pale buttocks and blue g-string on full display. A smile returned to Envy’s face, but this time, much colder. “How about THIS?” she crowed, gripping the top rope and thrusting her hips back to try and stinkface Vanessa.

It was hard to be 100% sure, since Vanessa had never been the best reader of emotions, but she was getting the distinct feeling that Envy didn't like her too much.

Maybe it was the way she kept screaming in her face, freezing Vanessa with her frigid gaze. It all just made her smirk more, which probably only served to piss off the Brit to new levels, which kept making her smile. Kind of a feedback loop.

Or it could've been the way she stomped her face with that white boot of hers, grinding it hard against her features, smashing her nose about while Vanessa squirmed and squealed beneath her heel.

But the best tell had to be what came next.

Vanessa was still hurting from having her face hammered, when she opened her eyes and saw Envy’s ass. All of it. Right in front of her. Vanessa happened to like Envy’s ass, liked the cutout thing, liked the g-string. However, she did not like having it so close to her face, particularly because she knew what was coming next.

”You scabby fucking-”

Vanessa had a long list of fine Scottish and American insults to throw Envy’s way, but that was all she had time get out before her mouth - and eyes and nose and entire face - was covered by Envy’s luscious ass. The audience, still fresh with their allegiances, cheered the sexy act, but Vanessa’s reaction was a scream of pure rage from within the Brit’s flesh, as she furiously kicked about and beat at her tormentor’s sides.

Oh, it was now personal. Very personal.

Now, THAT felt good. Thrusting her hips back, Envy was delighted to feel Vanessa’s face getting squashed against her scantily-clad ass. She loved the leering cheers of the crowd as she wiggled her ass backwards for the stinkface, she loved the muffled moans and flailing protests of her humiliated victim, and above all she loved the feel of Vanessa’s nose getting forced right up against her g-string. Talk about putting someone in their place! Envy’s cutout booty shorts were proving their worth, surprisingly early into the match.

The blue-eyed blonde threw her head up and laughed callously at her opponent’s misfortune, as she gripped the rope and continued to grind up against Vanessa’s face. “Still having fun down there, darling?” she cackled with a sexy wiggle of her hips. “I know everyone else is!”

The sparkle returned to Envy’s features as she relished in this show of dominance. She hadn’t planned to break out the humiliation moves this early, but something had made her eager to subdue Vanessa’s spirit. The redhead was still furiously, funnily resisting, but Envy was sure that a healthy stinkfacing would do wonders for winning the psychological battle.

“Ohh, you love it really, don’t you?” Envy gave a final, forceful thrust, wiggling her butt to almost wedge Vanessa’s nose there, before cackling and stepping forward out of the corner to end the torment for now. With a sickly sweet smirk, she slowly turned around to look down on her seated victim and survey the results of the stinkface.