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

Having her face shoved up Envy’s pale buttocks wasn’t the worst thing about this for Vanessa.

Oh, the smothering was bad, of course, but nothing she couldn’t endure. Envy kept herself clean and she wasn’t too sweaty since they hadn’t been wrestling all that long, but it was still a rough experience. Having to fight for every breath while her face was buffeted from side to side, with that weight pounding against her, like getting pummeled by fleshy boxing gloves, a mortifying experience all the way.

The taunting wasn’t the worst part, either. She wanted to play up to the audience, but, end of the day, she wrestled for herself. If they thought this was funny, they could fuck right off with Envy.

No, what really, truly, honestly pissed her off the most was the simple fact that, one day, her daughter was going to find this match. If it was just a random bout, there was a chance she would skip it, but there was no way she wouldn’t want to see her mother’s first time on the big stage. She’d do it, and she’d see this. This.

That thought alone lit a searing fire in the Red Queen’s mind. So, when Envy turned around, she would find herself not looking at some weak, cowed girl in the corner, but one of the most terrifying sights in the known world: a pissed-off Glaswegian bitch, rising to her feet with the rope’s assistance. That incredibly pissed-off Glaswegian bitch had a present for her, too.

A fierce uppercut to the jaw.

The gap between expectation and reality had never been more disheartening.

Envy had *expected* to see a subdued, half-smothered, spluttering stinkface victim slumped miserably in the corner. The blue-eyed blonde was licking her lips as she turned, smugly preparing to carry on teasing and talking down to hapless Vanessa.

Her smirk froze and faded in the split second she had to register her mistake. Fear-induced adrenaline shot into her system like a shard of ice to the stomach, but it was far, far too late. Envy was standing unprepared and flat-footed, right in the path of a rope-propelled, rising uppercut. Her jaw dropped... and was immediately smashed shut again by the wicked punch to the face.

Envy was not a student of fist fighting, but this was probably textbook. Her smug head snapped back viciously, her senses a blur of pain and the arena lights. The powerful uppercut knocked the big blonde clean off her feet, sending her flying backwards, her pretty tresses and white boots flailing for a second, before she came down heavily on that luscious ass.

The ring shook as she smacked down on the canvas, her butt, spine and head all getting rattled. Envy lay on her back, groaning in shock. She tentatively brought her fingers up to her mouth to check for damage, and was relieved to find she still had her teeth... it was just her ring presence that had more or less fallen apart in the wake of that punch.

”Just had to go there, didn’t ya?” Vanessa’s voice was normally a bit calmer, a bit cooler, a bit less soaked in native accent, but today she was letting it all come out. ”Just had to cross that line, huh?”

Vanessa’s screams echoed through the arena as she threw a right hook to follow up, a devastating punch that would’ve rocked Envy’s world if she’d been around to take. Instead, all she wound up hitting was dead air, gravity saving her opponent. For the moment.

Christ, she could taste Envy in her mouth, still. Good chance that would be there for weeks, too. Perfect.

Vanessa took a second to step back and wipe her face off, knowing that her blush had to be a perfect match for her hair right about now. A line had been crossed. Vanessa knew and accepted that she’d have to take something like a Stinkface eventually - it was the AFW, no shit - but not this quick and not from a bitch like this. Payback was in order.

”’Kay, then.” Vanessa leaped back, planting her feet on the middle turnbuckle with her back to the post. She only stood there for a half-second before she bounced off, gaining some decent air as she flew towards the prone Envy. Vanessa kicked her leg out as she soared, raised her arm, and came crashing down on the large target that was Envy’s breasts with an elbow drop.

Envy’s fortunes had reversed rapidly, the once-confident blonde now laid out flat by a single punch. Hard to say she didn’t deserve it, too – putting on the humiliation moves before actually putting your opponent down was always asking for trouble. It had just been too tempting for Envy to resist...  and, in truth, she’d probably started to believe her own hype, rather than remaining her usual analytical self.

Well, she was paying for not keeping a cool head, now. Envy looked like she’d expected Vanessa to look like – groggily sitting up, rubbing her face, lips curled in disgust. The floored girl didn’t have much contemplation time, though, as her opponent lined the next attack up. From above.  Her blue eyes widened.

“Shi—UNGH!!” Envy’s split-second squirm of fear was replaced by a punishing SPASM of pain, as her chest was nailed with a flashy flying elbow drop. The air was pushed from her lungs as she was used as Vanessa’s crash mat, smacked flat against the canvas again. Her beautiful breasts felt badly bruised, and she was left coughing and spluttering helplessly on the mat, clutching her chest. Worse, the crowd were roaring their approval for Vanessa’s turnaround. Fickle bastards.

As Vanessa went soaring, she managed to have enough peace of mind to suss out what the crowd was feeling, hearing their loud roar as she flew through the air. Couldn't be sure, since she had a face full of British ass the time, but she couldn't sworn she was getting cheered by some of the same people who'd been egging Envy on while she ‘took her throne’. Fickle bastards.

Not including a small, but vocal section of diehard Envy fans in the making. Or diehard facesitting fans. She couldn’t tell which.

Down came the elbow, right on target, the point of her bone finding a nice, temporary home in the middle of Envy’s chest. Vanessa rolled off as the big-breasted Brit went into a spastic fit, clutching her treasured orbs, and this would’ve ordinarily been the point where any seasonable rising wrestler went for a pin.

Not yet. The score wasn’t nearly even enough for Vanessa’s tastes.

Vanessa brought her long, lean legs over Envy’s body, a foot on each side, and dropped down to one knee, straddling the stomach. She reeled back and unleashed a quick right hook in her foe’s face, followed by a left hook that was just as vicious, going for both sides of the blonde’s lovely face.

The downed Envy emitted a few rasping moans, as she tried to suck air back into her heavily elbowed chest. She got her bearings back, to find herself being straddled by Vanessa’s lithe form. The weight on her upturned stomach made her look up in alarm. She met the redhead’s gaze for a second, and licked her dry lips to begin speaking, but before she could – WHAM – a snap punch smacked into her cheek, knocking her face sideways.

“Ungh... no!” Envy squealed girlishly, pain bringing her back around, quickly realising that Vanessa meant to sit and unload on her. That wouldn’t do at all; the buxom blonde was struggling, but she had enough self-preservation instinct to bring her hands up to protect her face. Curled into a defensive ball, Vanessa’s left fist glanced off Envy’s forearm. For the second time in the fight, Envy was left cowering under a barrage of punches; this time, though, she was pinned down and with far fewer defensive options. All she could do for now was stall, and try to protect her precious face from any serious damage.

Vanessa let out a satisfied sigh as her punch connected with Envy’s chin, the second unblocked headshot she’d scored in the match. There was something undeniably satisfying about hitting the uppity brat in her face. The way she reacted to it and the sounds she made and that look in her eye. Soothed the soul.

That was why she had a harsh grunt when her second punch came up empty, whiffing off Envy’s forearm. Like having a bite of chocolate cake snatched out of her mouth.

It was tempting to just keep on wailing away on Envy - damn tempting - but Vanessa eased up. The referee would break the grounding and pounding before it got too serious, and there were better trees to bark up.

With a huff, Vanessa rolled back off her shoulders, tumbling across Envy’s body and landing in a crouch by her feet. She reached over, grabbed her opponent’s legs, tucked a shin under each shoulder and stood up, lifting Envy’s lower body along with her.

From there, she placed her knees behind the Briton’s thighs and fell backwards, lifting Envy up and over with a catapult maneuver - only, instead of releasing her legs and letting her fly off, Vanessa held tight, trying to make Envy fall forward and come crashing down on the breasts and face she valued so much.

Envy was braced for more punches, but they never came. She grunted with relief as the weight came off of her and she slowly, tentatively, lowered her guard to get a good look at what Vanessa was doing.

Unfortunately for the blonde, Vanessa seemed as quick and purposeful with her mat work as with her boxing. By the time Envy has come out of her cowering shell, the redhead already had a firm hold of her legs. She struggled, but Vanessa was far too strong for her to squirm free. Instead, she felt a quiver of fear as her legs were lifted off the mat, leaving her in an insanely vulnerable position.

“No... no....” she whimpered, not knowing what was coming, pawing desperately at the mat for some kind of leverage. She had none, though.   Envy initially feared a crotch stomp but when she was hauled further up, she realised something more dramatic was up.

“Aahh!!” Envy squealed as she was catapulted up. Except, instead of flying across the ring, her long legs were held at the pivot point... meaning the mat came up to meet her far sooner than she expected.

No time to put her hands out or break the fall, and no time to brace – Envy simply slammed straight into the mat, face and breasts smashed into the canvas with shocking force. The ring shook and the blonde’s prone body convulsed as she groaned in bewildered pain. Now she was definitely starting to feel like she maybe shouldn’t have angered the redhead. But mainly she just felt damn sore after being forcefed canvas.

In the buildup to her AFW debut, Vanessa had been hitting the iron extra hard, banking in extra hours at the gym. She'd always been in good shape, but she felt putting on ten or so of heavy metal on her body. Didn’t do a whole lot to improve her whole beanpole look, but she’d long since accepted that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

She didn’t think it would pay off too much in the long run, but she was glad to be wrong. Seeing Envy go vaulting over her and crash on her face was more than worth 1,000 reps on the bench press.

At least, she imagined it was worth all that much,she couldn’t actually see the crash from the way she was positioned. But she heard the sound. Something about the way British women screamed just soothed the soul, particularly when they so richly deserved it.

But she wasn’t done yet. Not just yet.

With Envy’s legs still in her grasp, Vanessa kicked her legs up and did a float over, rolling on top and dropping her bony butt on top of her opponent’s considerably more bountiful one. She let go of one leg, let it drop, then wrapped both of her arms around the other one and leaned back, wrenching Envy’s back with a single-leg Boston Crab.

Some of the crowd winced at the impact between Envy’s face and the ring floor. The pretty blonde’s features remained hidden as she lay groaning, prone, under a dishevelled tangle of pale hair. Slowly, wearily, Envy lifted her chin, her eyes dazed with pain and fatigue. She groggily wrinkled her nose and rubbed her face, evidently checking for breakages. Mercifully, there were none, but the blue-clad girl was hardly home free, as Vanessa was soon to make clear.

Envy’s eyes widened as she felt her opponent sit atop her ass. She tried belatedly to squirm out of the submission hold but it was no good – she was in prime position to be hit with the boston crab.

“Eeeaghhh!!” Envy squealed as her redheaded foe wrenched back on her leg, bending her body in a particularly unpleasant manner. It wasn’t the flashiest of moves, but Jesus H Christ, Envy was forced to appreciate it’s effectiveness.

“Agh... ahh...” Envy whimpered, quivering as waves of pain shot down her spine. The buxom Brit was hardly the most flexible of fighters, so having her body bent like this was agonizing. For now, Vanessa could basically torture her at will, leaving Envy to shudder and moan in teeth-gritted torment. Envy’s muscles had been relatively unstressed by the fight so far, meaning there was a way to go before the submission hold became unbearable... but with the blonde flapping her arms helplessly, powerless to escape the prolonged punishment, her physical and mental reserves were being fast depleted. She blindly reached back to try and swat Vanessa somehow, but this was more in defiance than actual expectation of escape. At least she wasn't being punched in the face, but right now that was scant consolation.