Liao 'Bacchus' Jun vs. Vanessa York - Another Shot

Vanessa’s blow rocked Bacchus hard - so hard, in fact, that she nearly sent the woman flying off into space. She kept her grip tight on her hair and reeled her in, doing her best to prevent that - as much as she wanted to put this woman down, she wasn’t about to let it happen because of an unfortunate accident. No, she wanted all the damage Bacchus took on to come from her, on purpose. No excuses.

It all worked out. She had Bacchus now, trapped up top, dazed. The typical play was to go for a superplex from here, and that was Vanessa’s first instinct...until a better idea occurred to her. A stupid, crazy idea that was just too fun not to do.

She pushed the dazed Bacchus’ chest, forcing her to sit up right, then stood on the top rope and forced her to rise along with her. Instead of grabbing her head for the superplex, Vanessa reached around and grabbed two handfuls of Bacchus’ big, bouncing butt, the same one that had been reinforcing all her deadly kicks. She pulled her close, mashing their bodies together.

”C’mere!”

Vanessa said that single word before she launched herself backward, twisting in the air and slamming Bacchus into the mat with a Super Belly-to-Bely Suplex.

Bacchus would’ve likely grimaced in pain if she felt the tight grip on her hair. But after having her mind blasted out into the stands by Vanessa’s punch, right now she was lucky to even know where she was. Still heavily dazed by the blow, she offered no resistance as she was pushed back, allowing her foe to join her up in the danger zone.

A pair of arms was suddenly wrapping around her, and another body pressing tight against her own. It actually felt pretty nice. And rather than worry about the danger easily visible as Vanessa set up for her suplex, Bacchus just smiled at the feeling of her enemy’s hands grabbing her ass. “Oi, Red...shouldn’t ya buy me a drink or somethin’ first--”

The teasing comment was cut off as Bacchus was suddenly hurled through the air! The one rotation through the air made her feel like she’d twisted and spun about in a corkscrew, and then she met the mat back-first with an explosive crash! She gasped out in sudden pain, her back briefly arching up off the canvas before she came to rest in a squirming, groaning heap in the dead middle of the ring.

It was a nice ass, Vanessa had to admit. Firm, but not hefty. Big, but not too big. Felt good in her fingers. Lots of muscle.

She might’ve held on a little longer than was necessary, she could admit.

But when she was done, she jerked back and sent them both flying, drilling Bacchus into the canvas with their combined weight. They made a sound that was far louder than anyone would’ve expected from women their size, a testament to how solid their bodies were, and the impact was enough to send Vanessa flipping away. It wasn’t the most pleasant of landings, but her opponent took the worst of it. That was the important thing.

”I’ll buy you a drink if you can beat me, bitch.” Smirking, chuckling, Vanessa crawled over Bacchus and swung her legs over the fallen wrestler, straddling her waist, facing towards her feet. She reached down, wrapped her arms around one of those meaty legs, pulled it up and leaned back for a provocative pin, looking over her shoulders to catch Bacchus’ expression as she did. ”Shame that ain’t happening.”

The referee slid over and dropped down, slapping her hand on the mat to start up the count. ”1…!”

Bacchus still wasn’t entirely certain what had just happened. She was pretty sure she’d just been thrown off the top rope, and that the intense pain she was feeling through much of her back was a direct result of that. But that was about the extent of the details she could put together herself. A couple confusing seconds were spent with the Chinese woman just laying there, letting her body rest a bit, when Vanessa’s words brought a faint chuckle and grin from her.

The soft groan Bacchus let out when her foe swung a leg over and sat astride her waist was neither a sign of discomfort nor disapproval. Feeling her rival’s weight settle on top of her and seeing the woman grab her leg and leaned back, Bacchus would be lying through her teeth if she said she hated anything about this. She might’ve even been content to just lay there like this for a bit, if not for one thing…

“TWO…!”

Just after that, Bacchus’ right hand pushed up into the air, raising her shoulder up just high enough to stop the count. She might not have any complaints about feeling Vanessa’s ass pressing down on her abs, but she was enjoying their bout way too much to let it end so soon. At the same time, a part of the drunkard did want to milk what she could out of their current position. So on its way back down, her arm would try to go around Vanessa’s waist to keep her from getting up. It might buy her a few extra moments to rest her aching back and catch her breath, albeit in a mildly limited capacity thanks to the extra weight on top of her, but it was clear her reasoning for it had nothing to do with any sense of practicality or strategy regarding their match.

“No need to rush things, yeah? Just have a seat and relax for a bit~” she said, barely able to restrain another playful chuckle while she spoke.

When Vanessa went for the pin, she hadn’t had high hopes on it working. Between this and the bar brawl, she’d only know Bacchus for, maybe, twenty or so minutes, but that was plenty of time to gauge how tough the woman was, and the estimation so far: Pretty damn tough. More than enough to survive a crash like that.

So, yeah, when she got her shoulder up and broke the count, that wasn’t a big surprise. What came after that, though - the  arm around around her waist - was. It was a good thing Vanessa hadn’t told her daughter about this match. While she hadn’t planned it going this way, things were starting to feel like they’d push past the PG barrier.

Vanessa looked over her shoulder as she let Bacchus’ leg slip away, smirking down at her opponent. She wanted her to stay a bit? Okay. She could oblige that.

Pressing down on her opponent’s thighs for insurance, Vanessa pressed her hips down against Bacchus’ stomach with her ass, starting a grind against her. She worked her way, sliding along the woman’s body until she was on her lap and pressing their most intimate places together, giving her the kind of dance that typically involved cash and g-strings. Judging by the audience’s reaction, there were a lot of guys who’d have loved to switch places with Bacchus. More than a few girls, too.

At least, that was the case until Vanessa abruptly placed her feet on the floor, hopped up, and dropped her butt down on Bacchus’ stomach, hammering her hard into the canvas with her full weight. Arms crossed, she’d look back over her shoulder with her smile even wider. ”You mean like that?”

Bacchus hadn’t had any particular expectations in mind when she’d invited Venessa to keep sitting on her. But it came as maybe the best surprise imaginable when “Red” not only granted Bacchus her request, but gave her a full blown lap dance right there and then! She smiled and let out a light groan while Vanessa’s sexy ass pressed down on her belly and began to grind against her, then lightly bit her lower lip when her foe shifted down lower. Bacchus could hear the approving calls from the crowd, but to her all they were was an outward echo of the otherwise silent thoughts in her head.

Then the blissful feeling briefly halted, as the weight of her foe rose off of her, and then it all quite literally came crashing right back down in an instant. Bacchus let out a louder groan, this time reflectant of the sudden explosion of pain in her abs, while her limbs jolted up before flopping back down to the mat. She began panting from the abrupt loss of so much air in her lungs, but she also started to laugh softly.

“Ha..ha….Damn, Red… That ass really is breathtaking, huh?” She couldn’t help but laugh, both at the corniness of her joke and the fun she was having. Whether Bacchus was meant to have enjoyed it or not, she absolutely did.

As soon as Bacchus was done speaking, Vanessa lifted up and gave her stomach another hard sit. ”That was for the lame pun.”

It was done more in jest than anything, not out of any real hate. Truth was, she was having the time of her life in this match. Couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so young, so alive, enjoyed anything this much. A small part of her didn’t want it to stop, but at the same time, she was hellbent on not just having fun here, but coming out on top. And not only in the literal sense.

”Looks like my money’s staying safe in my wallet, huh? Not buying you drinks anytime soon.” She rolled off Bacchus’ body, but that hardly meant she was letting up on the woman anytime. She grabbed her foe by the hair, giving it a few hard yanks as she rose, forcing Bacchus to stand up as well. As soon as they were both upright, she went back to work in the best way she knew how: copious amounts of blunt force trauma.

Returning to her stane, she stepped in and launched a stiff uppercut, target Bacchus’ stomach, looking to stun her with a strong body blow. The followup was immediate, as she stepped in again, this time with a right cross aimed at her chest, attempting to drive her towards the ropes in the most painful way possible.

“UGH!!” Bacchus grunted out heavily as Vanessa’s fine ass came crashing down onto her stomach for a second time. As much as that further winded her, the downed martial artist couldn’t help but continue to silently laugh. Even if she wasn’t exactly in control of things right now, there was no denying Bacchus was thoroughly enjoying every single second of this match.

“Oi, oi! Don’t...get ahead of yourself now. This isn’t over…” She retorted between breaths, though the lack of resistance she offered when Vanessa grabbed her hair and dragged her back to her feet did little to support that claim. Bacchus was just about to say something else when a fist buried itself into her gut, forcing a soundless gasp from her lips. Another hard hit hammered into her chest right after, sending her staggering back into the ropes.

Bacchus’ arms falling over the top rope were all that kept her on her feet in that moment. Without them, she no doubt would’ve lost her balance and fallen right back to the mat. Winded, aching, and using the ropes as a crutch, Bacchus still grinned that playful grin at her rival.

“Heh.. Alright… That one was..pretty decent...”

”Oh, it’s not?” Vanessa had a little chuckle as she landed another blow on Bacchus, driving her to the edge of the ring. ”Sure as fuck starting to feel that way.”

Of course, she knew she shouldn’t have been this cocky. If their little scuffle at the bar wasn’t proof of how dangerous this woman could be, all Vanessa had to do was look back two or so minutes ago, back when she was getting kicked around the ring like a football at the World Cup. But she was doing a good job at keeping the pressure on, and had been for a while now. So long as her luck held out, this match was hers to take. She just wished she had some wood to knock on.

Wanting to make sure her opponent didn’t have time to get her bearings, she was quick to follow Bacchus to the ropes. She moved in and pressed her body against her foe’s, leaning into her, chest to chest and lap to lap and legs to legs. It was a good feeling, she had to admit, loving the way their toned physiques fit with each other, but it wasn’t meant to last - in the next instant, she let the ropes push them back, and used that momentum to aid her as she took Bacchus’ arm, whipped her back, and sent her running to the opposite side of the ring, an Irish Whip from the Irishwoman.

She broke into a run a second after the separated, coming at Bacchus with her arm extended, planning to level her with a lariat to the chest when she came bouncing back off the ropes.

“Just you wait…”

The way she said it, Bacchus almost sounded if she actually had some sort of plan to turn this around. Almost. Gameplanning wasn’t how she approached fights or matches, and even if it was, the fact was she was still too scrambled to think with much clarity at the moment.

What Bacchus found herself able to focus on very well, however, was the nice moment of delicious contact as Vanessa’s body pressed up against hers. The moment was gone as soon as it came, but she enjoyed it all the same. Whatever else happened in this match, she’d take as many feelings like that as she could get.

In the next moment, however, she was sent on an involuntary dash into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Bacchus probably wouldn’t have been able to run as fast as she was on her own right then, but the momentum of Vanessa’s throw “helped” her pick up plenty of speed. Instinctively turning to go back first into the ropes, she was then thrown right back toward her rival. Bacchus was moving too quickly to be able to see exactly what she was being set up for, but she had a gut feeling she didn’t want to find out. So, in a bit of an act of desperation, the Chinese wildcard leapt up into the air with a grunt and threw her legs out, trying to get them around Vanessa’s neck so she could then roll backward and whip the redhead down to the mat with a hurricanrana!