Crista Zhang vs. Anesthesia - Learning the Ropes

Anesthesia sighed as she grinded away at Crista, enjoying her dominance in multiple ways. There was the obvious, the feel of just conquering another woman, but this was also bringing to mind some of her most enjoyable bouts in Rumble Roses. Makoto, Aigle, Candy Cane - the little ones, the teens, the flowers just beginning to bloom. This was a welcomed wave of nostalgia.

Of course, Crista was better built than those three, at least physically. Anesthesia could sense that raw strength coursing through her body, even as she held a superior position, and she knew it would cause problems at some point. She simply didn’t expect it to be so soon and sudden.

She cursed under her breath as she felt the legs come around her head, but by that time it was far too late to do anything about them. It was the clear counter, but she’d been too absorbed in the moment to see it coming - at least, that was the excuse she told herself.

Regardless of the the reason, she went down to the mat with those legs wrapping around her, and immediately set into panic mode, kicking towards the ropes, hoping to hit them and force a quick break.

The headlock came loose, and with her newfound freedom, Crista sat up on one elbow and shoved her leg down with fresh intensity to spring the trap on Anesthesia's head and neck.

Christa only gave herself the time to shake her head free of the prickling pains in her nerves from the headlock before she focused solely on the scissorhold. One thick thigh slid into place underneath Anesthesia's chin, where the calf had hooked her and thrown her backwards, and the other leg came up to match it at the back of Anesthesia's head before she clamped down with both and crossed her ankles. Her voice was victorious, if quiet. "There's one lesson learned."

This would be trouble for Anesthesia, with her neck in this position. Curious as she may have been about the doctor, Crista was not going to hesitate to give her all the trouble in the world. Besides, she had just taunted her. Disrespect could be met with punishment.

She turned her thighs and core to steel to scissor away at Anesthesia's head, shifting up onto her palm for more leverage. While Crista had the veteran down, she needed to keep her down. There was only so clever one could be when she had two sculpted legs holding her so tightly by the skull. That was what Crista thought, anyway, while she failed to notice the ref rushing towards her and yelling something after a few seconds of squeezing.

Anesthesia knew Crista had powerful legs. On the long list of things that were amazing about her body, those legs were at top, gleaming and glistening and so powerful. She knew they would be a problem, clearly, and she was weary of them.

But she didn't imagine she would be dealing with them in this way. Not so early. Not so indescribably crushing.

Anesthesia swore, she could feel the very life leaving her lungs. Crushing. Pressing. Squeezing. She gasped and reached, running her hands over them, only this time was quite different from their intimate meeting in the examination room. Now, those sensual, sinuous legs had turned into cold steel, closing in on her bones, inch by inch.

And she had the damn ropes.

Anesthesia scowled at Crista, but also at the referee, urging her to do her job, even as she kept tapping the bottom rope with her heel. It took the little milksop long enough, but she eventually smartened up and went into action.

”Crista!” She reached down and shook her shoulder. ”She has the ropes! Let go!”

The hold was having the exact effect Crista desired, and perhaps more. While she pressed down with the thigh on top, Anesthesia looked like she might have gone into a full panic, with the way she sounded and how her hands groped across Crista's legs without being able to budge them. Even with her focus, Crista let a subtle smirk form on her face, liking the sensation of power. A second later, however, she forced that feeling to pass, doubling down on the force of her hold.

Then someone grabbed her shoulder, and her head whirled to see the scantily-clad ref telling her to let go. In hindsight, it should have been obvious, close to the ropes as the two of them were, that Anesthesia had managed to touch them, but Crista peered at the ref in disbelief long enough that the woman had to again tell her to let go.

When she looked back down at Anesthesia, she didn't immediately obey. Crista played by the rules, but the rules on this gave some lenience. She should know, much as she had studied up on the AFW rulebook. She had a five count before she was in trouble, and she wasn't one to push it to a count of four, but...

She gave Anesthesia one more, powerful squeeze, prompting the ref to start with a count of "One!", before she released the doctor's head from the vice and started to coolly whirl to her knees and subsequently stand up.

Ten seconds.

Anesthesia had choked out quite a few people in her time as a wrestler, both in legal and illegal ways, and she could say for certain that Crista’s legs could’ve knocked her out in ten more seconds if she hadn’t reached the ropes in time. They were large and powerful, but that wasn’t the full extent of the danger with them - she could tell, they’d been used to defeat foes before. Many of them. This was a woman who knew how to maximize her muscles.

After Crista finally let her go and gave her some time to gasp and gulp on the floor, Anesthesia found herself more impressed, irritated, and aroused than she’d been at the start of the match. An interesting mix. It also made her more determined than ever to have this power at her disposal.

She started to sit up, and spared a quick glance towards ringside, where her compatriot laid in wait, looking to step in if things took an unwanted turn. A quick shake of the head was enough for Anesthesia to postpone her contingency. Not yet. Not like this. Not this early.

With a final, deep breath, Anesthesia grabbed the ropes for support and stood up, doing her best to regain some measure of posture. She straightened herself up, then turned to face Crista with the same controlled calm she’d had at the start of the match. Albeit with a little fire in her eye.

She began to move around the ring once more, staying close, but just out of Crista’s range. ”Enjoy that?”

Perhaps Crista should not give Anesthesia the time to catch her breath and peel herself from the mat, but she felt incredibly good about what she had just done to the doctor while she straightened in the middle of the ring. That scissorhold would have to convince Anesthesia that Crista was not to be toyed with and taunted.

She also enjoyed the feeling of control over the woman, after their last meeting had left Crista feeling so out of control. She wasn't sure, while she paced with hands on her hips and watched the slowly-rising doctor, if that was a side effect of this being her first match or simply because it was Anesthesia. Whatever the case, Crista hid a small smile when she noticed that the crowd was cheering mightily for what they had just seen.

Okay, she had enjoyed it. Crista threw a hand up to the crowd, but it quickly lowered when she saw that Anesthesia was to her feet.

Now knowing the shrewdness she was dealing with, Crista dipped her shoulders and watched her closely when she started moving around Crista once again. The same routine from the start of the match, but this time, it seemed the doctor was reading her mind. Crista narrowed her eyes at the woman, internally debating about whether she should admit to how much she had enjoyed it. Could she get in a veteran's head? It was doubtful, and she wasn't sure how much she wanted to reveal to Anesthesia.

She settled for a noncommittal answer, and to deflect. It was worth seeing how she reacted. "Maybe." A shoulder lifted in a shrug. "I had thought that you might, but you were in such a hurry to find an escape."

Anesthesia’s eye twitched for the briefest of instances after Crista’s puerile and transparent taunt. Trying to play mind games with a long-standing mistress of the craft - it was both insulting and admirable at once. Also, hardly the first time someone had attempted it, though when Candy Cane tried, she’d rarely been in such a strong position.

She refused to let it bother her, outwardly at least, and brushed an errant hair away from her eye as she continued to strut around the ring. All the while, she was slowly inching her way, taking care to watch out for Crista’s lethal legs.

”There are far less attractive things to be squeezed by, I will admit.” She wagged a finger towards the ‘rookie’. ”Though I would prefer to admire them on my own time. In my own way. And on that note…”

Anesthesia broke formation and dashed towards Crista with her hands raised, looking as if she were going for another lockup, trying to bait her foe in. Instead, she pulled her arms back at the last second and brought her knee up instead, aiming to hit the newcomer with a hard strike to that sumptuous chest of hers.

This woman was so incredibly difficult to gauge.

The way Anesthesia acted around her, even now in the ring, made Crista wish that she had a degree in psychology so she could capably pick at the doctor's brain. Perhaps wrestlers tended to be more eccentric than the average athlete. Whatever the case, Crista wished she could be sure whether the doctor wanted to ravage her violently or sexually, because the tone seemed to change from one moment to the next. Or, she wanted to do both, and considered them one and the same.

The worst part was that Crista couldn't decide if she liked these strange come-ons or not.

Crista's face didn't betray her confused thoughts while she watched Anesthesia trot around her beyond an unseen bite of her bottom lip, but her mind was busy with analysis that didn't center on what went on in the ring until Anesthesia rushed her.

With the curvy woman tearing towards her with arms raised, Crista spread her feet and lifted her own arms, expecting that Anesthesia would try to force her down with power. When the arms never connected with her, Crista didn't have an answer for the knee that she didn't see coming. She felt it, though, when it smacked against her chest and sent pain throughout her torso.

"Gungh!", she cried out, with her voice rattling when she tried to stop the sound. Both arms came forward to clutch at her aching sternum, and Crista gave up a few feet of ground from the momentum of the impact.

Curse letting herself get too sensitive to the diversions. Scowling through the pain, Crista tried to get herself back into a defensive position with her arms raised, but the cleverly veiled assault had her slowed and tentative.

Truth told, striking wasn’t Anesthesia’s forte - she was an amatuer at best when it came to these sorts of moves, likely nowhere near as capable with them as Crista would be in the reversed position. But, despite her looks and nature, she was strong. Quite strong. Stronger than most thought. And she certainly understood timing, and the value of a surprise attack.

That sort of thinking paid off, as her knee found a temporary home in Crista’s sternum, striking hard against the bone. Her wicked smile returned in full form as the crowd booed her maneuver, but she wouldn’t have cared even if were the type of wrestler to give weight to their opinions. The move was perfectly fair. In fact, she hadn’t done anything remotely spurious or illegal.

Not yet, anyway.

She landed back on the canvas after the blow with her heels planted firmly, watching as Crista created some distance between them. That, she could work with, but she didn’t relish the idea of making this some kind of straight fight. She did her best work on the floor, and while Crista’s legs would be a danger there, Anesthesia was confident she boasted the edge in overall power, not to mention her experience. As long as she stayed mindful of the threat, she could come out on top.

With that hope in mind, she moved in again, once more looking like she’d engage with Crista head on. Instead, she ducked down and tried to wrap her arms around one of the newcomer’s thick thighs, looking to pull it towards her while she pushed forward, bring them to the mat with her on top.

The doctor's offense was as difficult to read as the intent behind her words, and Crista suffered from her ignorance with the distracting ache in her chest. This was twice now that Crista had prepped for one manner of attack and ended up dealing with another, so while she retreated and regained her composure, she told herself one thing- do not give Anesthesia the luxury of taking the initiative by committing too far to one of the doctor's feints.

Learn, learn, learn. This was Crista's first match, and it was what she had to do, and stay aware of what she was learning.

Her palm rubbed between her breasts until Anesthesia moved towards her again, and Crista brought one arm up to protect her chest when it looked like Anesthesia would stay high. That was what it looked like, she reminded herself, in the split-second it took for Anesthesia to duck her head low and for Crista to feel contact with her thigh.

No, this would not happen twice in a row.

Gritting her teeth in defiance, Crista willed herself to keep her posture as straight as possible while Anesthesia yanked one leg out from under her. It was when Anesthesia's body continued forward that she decided on what her next move needed to be. She wanted to drive Crista to the mats?

The arm on the same side as the captured leg snapped down around the back of Anesthesia's neck in a quick front headlock, just enough to pull her head forward. "Not this time..." Drive her down she might, but Anesthesia was coming down hard, too. Preferably, head-first. Using Anesthesia's own momentum, Crista threw herself backwards, trying to give the doctor the worst of the collision.