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

Vanessa was a boxer at heart, even though she’d done stints of wrestling long before she came to the AFW. That included a particular set of skills, none of which lent themselves well to submission moves. When stepped into the squared circle, she rarely used them.

But this was a rare time with a rare opponent. Vanessa felt like Envy had really, really earned, so she white witch one of her best, using a slingshot/Boston Crab combo her first wrestling coach taught her. Judging by the hoarse, shrieky noises her opponent made, it was fucking working.

”Something wrong, blonde? Little too rough?” Vanessa shook her head and whipped her fiery hairs about, ignoring Envy’s feeble struggles. ”All right, all right, I got ya. Let’s switch it up, some.”

Vanessa gave the leg one, final crank, then suddenly abandoned the hold altogether, tossing the tortured limb and giving Envy relief from nowhere. She’d probably enjoy the release, savor the second where Vanessa wasn’t flexing out her inflexible body.

It would only be a second, though. That was all the time it took for Vanessa to stand up, hop back and sit her bony butt on the back of Envy’s head, ramming her face into the mat.

Envy was forced to spend several long moments doing a lovely impression of a beauty in peril.. except it was no impression, the strength that Vanessa could draw on to crank back her leg and flex poor Envy’s spine was formidable.

Pain and frustration were swilling round the trapped, tortured blonde’s emotions as she flopped about helplessly on the mat. “Piss... off...” she retorted stubbornly. The ref girl was showing a casual interest in her plight, but Envy was trying her best to ride this out.

After what felt like an age, her bent spine was suddenly released, making Envy gasp as the pain subsided from her back. It still felt pretty tender though, the floored girl reeling from the experience; flustered and groaning, she took the moment’s reprieve to clutch at the small of her back, massaging the bare flesh.

Hapless Envy didn’t realise she did NOT have time for such indulgences. Her raised, wincing head was abruptly smashed to the canvas by Vanessa’s ruthless butt-drop.

“Mnncghh!” A nasty-sounding thud, and an anguished moan emitted from under Vanessa’s slinky hips, as Envy’s face was crunched into the mat, and held there by her opponent sitting atop her head. The blonde’s body flinched and wriggled – she was obviously very unhappy under there, but there wasn’t a whole lot she could do about it! It looked like Envy was an inexorable downward slide now.

Vanessa came down, dropping her long, slender body right on top of Envy’s gorgeous face. And it was truly gorgeous, even she had to admit that. The Brit had a sexy, pleasing look, a pristine appearance, almost as if she were a R-Rated version of that white-haired girl from the Frozen movie her daughter liked so much.

But Envy’d made things personal with the facesit, that had consequences. If for nothing else, she had to send a warning to future opponents, for the next girl who got the cute idea of ramming an ass in her face.

Now that she’d used her own butt to deal out some damage, though, Vanessa felt like they’d come full circle. With her rage sated enough for the time being, she slipped off Envy’s white mane and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling it up and flipping the stunned woman over on her back.

From there, Vanessa hooked one of Envy’s solid legs, laid her meager chest on top of her opponent’s more impressive pair, and went for a pinfall. ”Count it off, ref!”

The referee, already close by thanks to  the submission, dropped down and obliged it. ”1…!”

Envy gave a girlish squeal of protest as she was rolled onto her back. She was still dealing with the fallout from the hefty face slam – her skull was rattled and her nose felt numb. Envy had a sinking feeling that there’s be bruising round there tomorrow, even if she spent the next half hour with her face in a frozen compress. Ugh...

Slightly distracted by her own personal hatred of face hits, the blonde was brought back into the moment when Vanessa hooked her leg and lay across her for the pin.

“Two!!”

Envy’s body tensed, fingers pressed against the mat, instinct making her shape to try and kick out... but... looking into Vanessa’s eyes... did she really want to keep fighting a pissed off Glaswegian? Was there anything to gain here, other than repeated face punches?

That fraction of a second of doubt cost her. Pride made Envy jerk upwards and try to kick out of the pin, forcing her aching back up to try and break it... but as she grunted with the painful effort, the ref girl’s hand was already swinging downwards.

“Three!!”

Well, shit.

Envy was going to kick out of this. Vanessa knew she would.

Sure, she’d been working over her more well-built opponent pretty handedly for the past minute or so, and the advantage was currently on her side. But even though they’d only had a brief tussle, she could tell that Envy was a tough bitch. Strong. Skilled. Aggressive enough to rock her world for a while back there, and nasty enough to make the whole experience humiliating. She was a good wrestler. Maybe better than Vanessa, in the purer sense of the term. Hated to admit it, but true.

So, when she felt Envy’s body tense, she fully expected her to kick out, was already thinking of ways to keep the momentum going and keep working her over.

And then she didn’t kick out at all. The count went on. All the way to three.

”Huh?” Vanessa, more surprised than anyone in the arena, blurted out after Envy kicked out too late, rolling over and sitting a couple of feet away. She looked around, confused, and it didn’t sink in until the bell finally rang. ”I...I won?”

The crowd was cheering - well, maybe 60% or 70% of them, with the rest still backing Envy even now - but Vanessa couldn’t join them. The win just felt so hollow, so sudden, so...empty. Like good sex that just stopped right in the middle, before it was getting really awesome. No climax. Just BAM. Over. Blue balls.

”The hell? The helling fuck?!” Vanessa stood up and stomped her sneaker hard into the mat, glaring down at Envy. ”What, you forgot how to kick out?”

A cacophony of noise hit as the match bell rang, the fans started cheering, a smaller minority of fans were in uproar about the controversial three count, and Vanessa started stamping and swearing.

Christ, thought Envy, there was no pleasing some people. You’d think the bitch would take it as a compliment.

The blonde lifted her head and looked around angrily. She was about to focus on the ref girl and start venting some spleen at officialdom, but Vanessa stamping the mat by her face and talking down to her, gave Envy other ideas.

“Ugh... piss off,” she replied, pulling a weary, pained expression. “You forgot how to be a gracious winner?” Envy said bitterly. She started to get up but winced as she moved her back. Clutching her spine, Envy would crawl to her corner, making a beeline for the bottled water there, looking very much like a girl who needed to recuperate.

Vanessa folded her arms, still glaring Envy’s way as she crawled off. Was she being a bit of a sore winner? Sure. But she was feeling shortchanged. Her opponent was good enough, strong enough, skilled enough to give her a better fight than that. She could almost imagine it, see what things could’ve been, and to have that image snatched away from her…

”Bah.” Vanessa shrugged it off as her theme music started playing and the referee came by to raise her hand. The count was done, the bell was rang, no sense in getting pissy about the spilled milk. She’d just put it behind her and keep on moving.

”Right, then.” Vanessa made her way over to the opposite corner from Envy and hopped on to the middle turnbuckle, standing tall and leaning forward with her arms wide, trying to milk as much as she could from the moment. She tossed her wild hair about and looked around, side to side, as if daring anyone from the back to come out and try their luck. At least she'd done a good job of showing the back what she was about, putting a few people on notice and marking herself as a name to watch. There were worse ways to kick it off.

Rubbing the small of her back, Envy staggered to her feet, regrouping, wrinkling her sore nose. She was NOT amused at losing her first match, but she’d probably just have to roll with it. Envy was already formulating excuses anyway – the three count was a fix, that lanky bitch Vanessa was a boxer, not a wrestler... yes, by the time Envy was upright, she’d more or less convinced herself she could spin this as a moral victory.

Then she glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed. Vanessa was on the middle rope, basking in the win, up on her own little podium, lapping up the plaudits. Envy’s mood soured. Those should have been *her* plaudits! That settled it... she was now obligated to show those fans just why they were cheering the wrong woman. Envy started marching back across the ring, scowling at the fighter who had dared to turn their back on her.

People always talked about giving one hundred percent, one hundred ten percent... those people, in Envy’s estimation, were idiots. Envy preferred to give around ninety per cent, shaping things as an effortless cruise to victory; when that didn’t quite pan out, the bonus was that she still had an additional ten per cent to play with, when it suited her.

The upshot of this approach was evident now; she still had a fair amount left in the tank, as she advanced on the celebrating, unsuspecting Vanessa. Envy was going to knock the redhead off her fucking perch, and wouldn’t need to use half-measures, either: the blue-clad girl would march up, wrap her arms around Vanessa’s midsection, and shape to German Suplex her elevated opponent back into the ring.

Vanessa was known for having a wee bit of a short attention span, which could be a problem for her more often than not. But there were benefits, too, and this was a good case for one of them.

She was a little ticked off about having a good match stopped before it could really get going, no doubt. She’d be feeling Envy’s ass cheeks on her face for a little while to come, not something she wanted to go to sleep with. But, fuck it. She’d won. Winning meant more money, and that was why she’d signed up for the AFW in the first place. So, as she stood there on the middle rope with her arms raised high, she was happy. Happy enough.

Then it all came crashing down. Figuratively and literally.

Vanessa’s eyes widened when she felt a familiar pair of arms circle around her waist, pulling her in tight against a familiar pair of breasts. ”Nuh-” She instinctively reached for the ropes, but by the time she managed to get that going, her body was already in flight, going up and over, until..

BOOM

Vanessa hit the canvas hard, making more noise than you’d expect a thin frame like hers to be even capable of producing. She flopped over once, twice, then stopped with her back on the mat and her hair strewn about face. Still and unmoving, she stared straight up at the ceiling, barely registering what was happening around her.

In hindsight, she should’ve expected that a woman named ‘Envy’ might not react well to losing…

Beautiful. Envy’s German suplex sent Vanessa backwards in a beautiful, curving arc, getting more height than normal due to the redhead’s elevated position, before culminating in a big, satisfying smash. It was textbook, a lovely demonstration of Envy’s wrestling prowess - she made a mental note to thank Vanessa for getting up on the turnbuckle to make it look all the more impressive.

Most of the crowd, though, didn’t seem too appreciative, the arena noise now shot through with boos and outrage at the sneak attack. Well, screw them, thought Envy. The sight of Vanessa’s willowy frame flipping and coming to a crumpled stop, like a totalled car, was totally worth it.

The blue-clad wrestler was smiling wickedly as she got to her feet and looked down on her floored victim. Slowly, smugly, she bent down, leaning over into Vanessa’s face.

“What’s the matter, dear, you forget what real wrestling moves feel like?” she quipped. Bent over at the waist, her thong cutout was fully visible to the fans, and she stayed smiling in Vanessa’s face just long enough to show she knew that some of the boos would subside at the distraction of shapely, bent-over booty.

Still, Envy was far from finished. She grabbed a handful of Vanessa’s hair and started to yank the floored woman roughly up to her feet. The ref girl was starting to remonstrate, but once Vanessa was upright, Envy would raise her arms innocently as if she were done, and take a step back.

Perfectly spaced, in fact, for the poison mist that Envy had not-so-innocently palmed into her mouth. She’d look the dazed Vanessa in the eye, and then spit a cloud of green gunk straight into the redhead’s face.