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

Vanessa was of two minds about this whole setup, and she couldn’t figure out which side her coin landed.

On the one hand, she did want to win. Really. She hadn’t called Bacchus out her for fun, she did it because she wanted to show the woman who was on top between them and settle things from their bar fight. She hadn’t left a bil unpaid in her life, and she wasn’t about to start now. So winning off a pin like this wouldn’t do it for her. She had to take Bacchus down straight on. No questions, no grey areas.

On the other hand, if she beat Bacchus like this, getting a pin on her because she was too lost in lust to realize she was about to lose? Oh, God, she would never let the bitch live it down. The possibility of hounding her for that until the end of their days was almost too tempting.

In the end, though, it didn’t much matter, because Bacchus managed to kick out and save herself with half a second to go. That didn’t mean she was out of the woods. No, far from it.

When Bacchus threw her arm up, Vanessa kept hold of her leg, stood up, and twisted it around to put her foe on her front. From there, she wrapped both her arms around that meaty thigh, pulled it up, and sat down for a tight single-leg Boston Crab, making sure to drop her weight down and grind into it. They weren’t too far from the ropes, so she doubted it would last too long, but even a little time in a hold like this could pay dividends.

”Something wrong, thunder thighs?” She snickered and gave Bacchus’ thigh a good slap, before she hunkered down even harder. ”You said you wanted it, I give it to you, and you lose your mind. What’s that about, eh?”

Intense headaches weren’t out of the ordinary for Bacchus. In fact, it was usually how most of her mornings began. That’s how she felt right now, like she was enduring a horrible hangover. But her frequent experiences with those did exactly nothing to make her current aches and pains suck any less. And it only got worse from there.

Kicking out just in the nick of time had kept the match alive. But it also spelled the unfortunate end to the pleasant feeling of Vanessa’s tongue against her crotch, abandoning that temporary pleasure in exchange for more pain. Before Bacchus even had time to think after the kickout, her leg was seized and pulled, turning her onto her front while Vanessa applied the single leg crab and sat down in it to really bend the limb back.

The martial artist hissed in pain while writhing beneath Vanessa, then tensed up when her rival gave her a teasing slap on the thigh. “Ngh! Just gonna make you give me more later...smartass,” Bacchus replied with a slight strain, enduring the weight of her foe and the pain of her hold while she spoke. Fortunately for her the ropes were reasonably close. So she began reaching and pulling on the mat with her hands, slowly trying to close that short distance while dragging Vanessa along with her. She’d grunt with the effort of each movement, but if she was able to get close enough Bacchus would finally reach her hand out and try to grasp onto the bottom rope to secure her freedom from this hold!

Vanessa was never going to say it out loud, but the idea of finishing what she started wasn’t exactly unappealing. It had been a while since she’d done anything sexual with another person, man or woman. Not since she’d come onto the island, if she were being honest, and not for lack of trying. She’d done dating sites, but her affiliation with the AFW was an actual hindrance, not a help - people assumed that she was a sex fiend just because she’d shacked up with the company, and that either turned them off or turned them on too much for her liking.

A partner wouldn’t be the worst thing, even a one-nighter, and if Bacchus was willing…

Nah, no, focus. This wasn’t that kind of match. The diversion was fun, but she’d come here to win. Bacchus was probably too young for her, anyway, would probably be less receptive when she was sober.

”Promises, promises, we’ll see how that goes.” She snorted and gave Bacchus’ leg a final crank as she reached the ropes and her salvation. Vanessa didn’t let go right away, but she didn’t milk it all the way, either, dropping the leg straightaway right after the two count. Glad to be back on top, she stepped off for a second and rubbed her neck, still dealing with the soreness from that headscissor.

”You talk an awful lot of shit, big buns, you know that?” She came back in after a moment, passing the referee. She grabbed a handful of Bacchus’ hair and pulled her away from the ropes, trying to force her to stand up as they neared the center of the ring. ”Too bad you can’t back up enough of it to keep up with me in the long run.”

Grabbing onto the rope didn’t bring Bacchus freedom from Vanessa’s hold quite as immediately as she would’ve liked. The extra yank on her trapped limb drew a sharp yell from the drunk, who threw her second hand out to grab the bottom rope as well, as if taking it with both hands would emphasize just how much she wanted the ref to get Vanessa off of her. The extended pain fortunately lasted only a couple more seconds before her leg was finally released. Rolling onto her side, she cursed under her breath while pulling the leg up, flexing and stretching it a bit to test the extent of the damage. It hurt like a bitch, but would otherwise probably be fine. Still, that meant she’d have to deal with it at least for the rest of this fight.

“Ngh.. Writing me off already, Red? Heh, I can go all night,” Bacchus said, wincing as she was grabbed by her hair and guided back up and away from the ropes. Naturally, it wasn’t entirely clear whether she was referring more to their ongoing match or what she wanted to do with Vanessa later. Truth be told, her mind was probably bouncing back and forth between the two even as she said it. But once they were back in the center of the ring, her mind suddenly settled back directly on the task at hand.

Suddenly her left leg raised up, aiming to slam a stunning kick with her shin of the same leg that had just been stretched out in her rival’s hold right into Vanessa’s side. With the pain she was already feeling in that leg it would hurt like shit for Bacchus too. But it would be worth it if it made her opponent let go of her hair. If that happened, then on that leg’s way back down the other would spring off the ground, lashing up in an attempt to hammer Vanessa with another kick, this one to the side of her head! This signature kick combination was one Bacchus liked to call the Double Tap, and though using it would put a painful strain on the leg Vanessa had targeted, she hoped it would be enough to turn the tide back in her favor.

If Vanessa were being smart and honest, she was being way too cocky. Yeah, she was in the driver’s seat now, but she’d been there before in this match, and Bacchus had proven more than able to turn those tables at a whim. This woman had some of the most lethal kicks she’d ever encountered, and she was sure that one well-placed kick could knock her clean out. In contrast, her punches were top notched, but she doubted even she could drop her foe in a single blow. In terms of sheer firepower, she was on the losing side.

But, fuck it, she was feeling too good to really care. Smacking around Bacchus was fun. Couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten this much of a kick out of a match, had to relish it.

”Pfft, please.” She rolled her eyes so hard they almost came out of her skull and gave Bacchus a little twist for emphasis. ”I just about had you bursting with your clothes on, in less than a minute. Ten minutes in bed with me and you’d need a goddamn hospital.”

Though, fuck, would she still enjoy every second of it.

It was an easy thought to get lost in - too easy. So easy, in fact, that she didn't notice Bacchus’ movement until it was too late. Part of it might’ve been that she figured the Boston Crab would screw up her kicking game and make things easy, at least for another minute or two. No way she could hit her with anything effective after having spine screwed up, right?

Wrong.

Two kicks came out in rapid succession. The first one knocked the wind clean out of her, left her wincing, but it wouldn’t have been the worst thing ever on its lonesome. The one that came right afer, however, sealed the deal. A heavy, hard strike to the side of her dome that had her seeing stars. The blow found its mark and turned Vanessa’s whole world into stars.

She wobbled left, wobbled right, then fell to her knees with glassy eyes, her brain taking a quick lunch break. Gravity finished off by making her flop down to her back, and that was where she stayed for the moment, open and unmoving.

In fairness to Bacchus, it wasn’t just having her crotch licked by Vanessa that had turned her on so much. The sexual tension that had built between them throughout the match came from much more than just one moment of blatant eroticism. Little teasing moments, the trash talking, the intensity of their fighting, all of it had made the drunk want to fuck Vanessa on the spot. And who could blame her? This chick was gorgeous, tough as nails, and wasn’t afraid to get down and dirty right along with Bacchus. If anything, it almost would’ve been odd if she hadn’t been this turned on by now.

She didn’t get the chance to verbalize any of this, or offer any kind of direct retort to Vanessa’s comment. But she was able to answer in the form of a pair of lightning-quick kicks that found their mark, dropping her rival down to the mat! With Vanessa seemingly out of it on the ground, one would think the natural thing for Bacchus to do would be cover her for the pin. And many in the crowd were yelling at her to do just that, but there was just one problem. Coming down from that kicking combo, the first leg to touch down had been the same one Vanessa had done a number on with her single leg crab just moments ago.

The kicker’s muscles seized up as soon as the leg came down. Hissing and pain and grabbing at the leg, she stumbled and fell over as well, a few feet away from Vanessa. Cursing her luck, she slapped at the hurting leg before slowly crawling over to her rival. Once she finally got there, Bacchus flopped her torso down on top of Vanessa’s. One of the drunk’s hands reached out to pin down her foe’s far arm. Her other hand moved as if it initially wanted to try to hook a leg, but ended up conveniently settling with her hand resting right over Vanessa’s crotch while the ref went to count the pin!

“One…!”

God, those kicks. Bacchus had proven time and again that her legs weren’t just for show, regardless of how good a show they could put on. They were dangerous, destructive, fast, and even though Vanessa thought she’d neutralized them, they could still make some deceptive force. It was amazing, as much as she hated to admit - the woman had clearly put some time and effort into her style, had honed them for years. She wasn’t just some lush hanging out in bars. The bitch could fight. Made her wonder where she’d been trained, why she wasn’t tearing up some kickboxing circuit instead of the AFW.

Intriguing as the question was, it was pushed aside for more pertinent thoughts, as her opponent moved over and draped her body over her. They were both sweaty messes now, her own shirt soaked all the way through, and she was half-tempted to rip it off to get some air - and, maybe, to feel more of their skin against each other. Even like this, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, having someone with this kind of build on top of her, that hand at her moistening crotch, hot breath blowing over her face, heat mingling together…

[color]”2…!”[/color]

Oh, right, that.

Vanessa shot her arm up to break the count at the last second and rolled over to her side. As she did, though, their faces brushed together, and she might’ve ran her tongue along Bacchus’ neck. Purely on accident.

Bacchus typically wasn’t one to feel disappointment when an opponent kicked out of her pins, or at least, not so much as others often seemed to. Generally speaking, she preferred her fights to keep going as long as possible so she could milk the maximum amount of fun from it. Even with that said, however, considering how much she had poured herself into this competitive bout and how much pain her leg was in, there was some part of her that had hoped that last kick had put Red down for good.

But what little disappointment she felt was quickly discarded, thanks to the delightful feeling of Vanessa’s tongue against her neck during the kickout. In that moment, what had only started coming out of her lips as a moan of despair instantly shifted to one of approval. And rather than curse in frustration, she let out an amused chuckle amidst her panting breaths.

“Heh...still want more, huh? ...That’s just fine with me!” she said while pushing herself up, her wounded leg unsteady as she put her weight on it. But Bacchus fought through that pain while reaching her hands down. One took hold of her foe’s wrist, while the other arm hooked around the back of her head, and once she had a solid grip she started pulling. The drunkard had a fun little idea for how to end this. She just needed to get Vanessa back on her feet first...

Fuck, but Vanessa did want more. A lot more. It was all she could do to keep herself from laughing out loud. It would’ve been a big, stupid, goofy laugh, too - god, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so good in a match. So alive. So hyped. So horny. It was all the right stuff, and what made it even better was how she hadn’t even seen it coming. Not from a hundred miles away.

Or maybe she had.

That was a topic best broached by a therapist, though. Her focus on the moment had to be Bacchus, who was busy lifting her up, getting her standing, no doubt looking for something big and flashy and crazy damaging, enough to win her the match. It was on Vanessa to make sure that didn’t happen, but she had precious few options at the moment.

One thing she could always rely on, though - her fists. And she called on them as she rose, giving Bacchus one hard push away when they were both standing. It wasn’t to retreat, though, but to make space. She needed it for what would come next.

Vanessa ducked down, moved in, and rose in a single burst as she came at Bacchus’ face with an uppercut, attempting to nail her with the best blow in her arsenal - the Gazelle Punch

A strong part of what had made Bacchus so dangerous in taekwondo over the years was her adaptability. Lots of fighters go into bouts too stubbornly committed to a specific gameplan, only to get their asses handed to them because they couldn’t be more strategically flexible when the plan didn’t work out. Was it Tyson who once said, “Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth?” Bacchus wasn’t sure, but it was true. It wasn’t a strategic mind that had got her this far, but quick instincts and her ability to go with the flow.

Case in point: Bacchus had a specific move in mind here, one that she knew would put Red away if she hit it. But the moment Vanessa pushed her away, using that move was no longer an option. Some in her position would’ve darted back in and tried to get close enough to try again, and they would’ve probably been punched so hard in the face the moment they entered Vanessa’s range that it would’ve ended the fight then and there. But the thought of moving back in to try that move didn’t even occur to Bacchus, because when her foe shoved her, it put them right at the perfect distance for something just as deadly. Bacchus recognized it instantly, and immediately went for it.

Quickly twisting her body around, she spun her leg with her before lashing out with an incredibly fast Spinning Heel Kick, aiming her foot right at Vanessa’s head! All of Bacchus’s kicks had devastating potential, but this one was the most dangerous. In taekwondo it had gifted her more victories than any other strike, and it had proved every bit just as effective in her wrestling career. And if it landed now, then it was likely to grant Bacchus her first win in Friction! There was just one small problem…

POW!

Vanessa’s arm had come in just as Bacchus threw her kick, and the Gazelle Punch had blasted her right in the face! And as if a switch had been flipped, the world suddenly went dark and quiet. Bacchus’s body tilted to the side where her posture had been leaning from the kick, and then she collapsed in an unconscious heap on the mat...