Nikolette Tessla Vs. Satomi Hakase

Nikolette had recovered to the point where she was thinking about standing up and making her own attempt at offense. Her leg was still tender but she felt like she could walk on it with out hobbling her. The pain in her arm, however was still pulsating through her and it seemed like it would be little more than dead weight for a while, even as she clutched at it.

She was about halfway up when she saw the smaller Satomi burst out from her position and charge at her. She was in a corner, and that was bad, but if she had been at full strength, she could have rolled out of the way somehow. For the moment, she just stood there frozen as she watched Satomi flying through the air. The kick hit her square in the boob and her back slammed against the turnbuckle as she crumpled to the floor. She sat in a heap moaning and clutching her chest, massaging her breast slightly. "Dammit..." She said. "But... I'm alright with that one..." She smiled despite the pain and tried to look to where Satomi was. "Cause there wasn't any thinkin ta that one, just good ol fashioned reckless ass kickin." She flashed Satomi a smile and then slumped against the ropes.

She wasn't unconscious at all. Despite all the attacks, Nikolette actually had a pretty clear head. It was about the only part of her that had made it through unscaythed. The rest of her body was aching though and no amount of thinkign awould get her to move, at least for the moment. Besides, if Satomi thought Nikolette was unconscious, she might be able to take advantage if she tried a follow up.

This whole rush of charging in like that was a different experiance for Satomi. She still felt woozy, and running like that made her headahe even worse, so much that the thought of gagging or throwing up briefly lapsed in her mind, but Satomi tried to keep strong. The girl was a lot tougher than she looked, having succumbed to countless lab accidents, often getting caught up in explosions and shrapnel from her dangerous work, it made Satomi tougher than most ever thought possible. But in the end, she was still human, and after all the trauma to her head, it made Satomi realize something: Nikolette wasn't just recklessley fighting, she was aiming for Satomi's head the whole time, trying to knock her out early!

The realization made Satomi know she had to play her cards carefully, but right now, she was more focused on the kick, soaring through the air as her feet slammed into the girl's voluptious rack, causing her to slump into the corner after she connected. Satomi fell to the mat as well, but had been able to stop her fall with her hands, bringing a brief pain to them as she slowly attempted to get up. It was a bit interesting how their roles were reversed. Satomi's head was suffering, but her whole body was still relitively fresh, while Nikolette's body was in pain, but her head hadn't been touched. "I'm starting to see why you like it so much." Satomi said with a pained grin from the corner of her lips as she got on her own two feet again, looking down at Nikolette's collapsed form in the corner of the ring.

The girl probably had more in her, but Satomi wanted to be sure she had a better advantage, before she bent down, and put her hand over Nikolette's head, another on the girl's shoulder while she was sitting against the turnbuckle. Satomi had never been in this situation before, but it was clear she had something planned. And suddenly, she pulled her back just a little before throwing Nikolette's head from behind right into the corner, attempting to really daze the girl before her next attack. As she did though, Satomi said something that was a bit surprising. "..Sorry if this hurts too much." She said rather innocently, seeming to really meant it.

Nikolette could feel Satomi's presence looming over her. She was surprised the girl was able to stand up so easily. But she also knew that Satomi hadn't recieved the kind of injuries that Nikolette had. Nikolette's had been different and she had a sore leg and bum arm now. Now her chest ached, but that wasn't too big a deal, same with the back. Nikolette was tough too. Years of the hard knock life followed by growing up in a machine shop the rest of it had made her pretty hearty. She had her own explosions that thickened her skin and with a clear head, she knew she wasn't out of the fight.

Thankfully in the time Satomi had to recover, Nikolette had done much the same, but remained still. The looming shadow of Satomi reamained and when she felt herself being touched she struck, using her good hand to drive a fist as deep as she could into Satomi's gut. Whatever she had planned, she couldn't allow Satomi to execute it if she wanted to remain in the match.

She hoped that it worked as she felt her head slam into the turnbuckle, dazing her momentarily as well as she muttered out the words..." Yeah... me too."

The two nearly struck blows with one another simotaniously. Just as Satomi slammed Nikolette's head into the back of the turnbuckle, Satomi's eyes widened, and she wretched with a hackling cough and gagged when she felt a punch strike right into her gut. She felt like a large hunk of metal just shot off and slammed her into her stomach, and she could barely take the terrible pain she felt from it.

Coughing heavily as both hands immediattly covered her stomach, she slowly stumbled back on two shaky feet, standing bow legged as she slumped to her feet, her head hanging low as her two pigtails fell over her shoulders. She felt her stomach lurch, and as she continued to cough, gasping for air, a bit of saliva dripped to her chin, letting out another hacking cough as she tried desperately to return the air to her lungs. Her whole body quivered, and she felt like she was going to lose her lunch, her gut now tender and sore as she clutched it so desperately while she was on her knees. Even if she could speak right now, she wouldn't have been able to find the words to describe how much it hurt right now, her eyes beginning to water just a little as her whole body continued to tremble in agony.

Nikolette was dazed now as her head slammed into the back of the turnbuckle. She hadn't quite taken the punishment that Satomi had in the head but she was still rocked. While Satomi was deciding whether or not to Hurl, Nikolette was shaking off the dizzyness.

C'mon Nik... Ya ain't out of it yet... Even if she got ya, looks like ya managed ta get her too. All ya need ta do is stand up..

Nikolette began to stand, using the turnbuckle as a crutch. That made it alot easier. She blinked to look at Stomi, who herself was still on her feet. "Geeze..." She saidshaking away the blurry vision. "Yer one tough cookie..." She said leaing against the ropes. "I can't believe yer still up." Her words weren't as boisterous as they usually were as she was still reeling from the head injury. She hoped that she could clear her head in time to get to Satomi but for now she was just trying to recover as well.

The young scientist felt nautious, but most of all, she was feeling ready to black out. With the aching in her head and the jabbing agony in her gut, Satomi felt like her two more important functions were being cut off; the ability to breath, and the ability to think strait. That was essentially all she needed to fight, and Nikolette had been successful in giving her a good beating in those two departments. Oddly enough though, she still found this... entertaining. This was one of the first times she had actually been in pain, and kinda enjoyed it. Not in a masochistic sort of way, just.. proud of herself. To push herself to this limit, but to know she was fighting an opponent she could trust, and hearing the crowd cheering for the both of them, it felt kind of good, certainly a new feeling for her.

Satomi slowly attempted to rise from her knees, both hands still clutching her stomach tightly, but she ended up only stumbling back as she got up, slowly going back from the center of the ring, before she leaned her back against the center of the ropes, almost sitting between the middle and upper rope for a moment, as she groaned in pain still, her glasses sliding to the edge of her nose as she finally felt air returning to her lungs. The girl was starting to build up a sweat, her hair a little frayed, and her legs still quivering, but it didn't change the fact that thanks to Nikolette, she had a small grin in the corner of her lips.

Nikolette panted against the turnbuckle. Her head was starting to clear up and her vision was alight. Her arm and leg were still sore, and particularly her arm still throbbed with pain. A dull ache in the back of her neck added to her discomfort. Her back and head had taken a few blows now too. She blinked and looked over at Satomi to see her condition. She was leaning against the ropes, trying to recover as well. She looked her over carefully. Nikolette was just as frazzled. Her hair was sweat soaked and a mess and her white undershirt was now so covered in sweat that her bra could be seen underneath.

When she saw Satomi's small smile, Nikolette grinned widely. "Ya know, they might start ta boo us if we just sit around here like sacks a coal. But man, I would like ta just plop down and close my eyes fer a few minutes right? I'll tell ya what..." She said as she seemed to be proposing. "You just rest yerself for a few moments an I'll do the same, an while we're catchin our breath, I'll keep the crowd entertained cause shooey! I'm csweltern. But when I'm done, I'm comin right for ya, so get ready!"

She then undid the other button that held up her overalls and let the flap fall down. She pulled them down and stepped out of them, revealing a pair of long and curvy legs. Hugging her butt was a pair of very tight and very short cut off jean shorts. Despite wearing such baggy clothes, Nikolette was really quite voluptuous and the cat calls that echoed from the crowd, even after only seeing her bottom half, proved it.

Nikolette heaved a deep sigh and wiped her brow feeling much lighter and cooler after dropping all that dead weight. With a gleam in her eye she advanced towards Satomi. Unable to charge at first due to her injuries, when she was close enough she tensed her muscles and used a burst to close the gap. She wanted to scream from the pain that move caused her and she felt liek she would fall tot he floor just from it, but she hoped that maybe Satomi didn't think she would manage such a fast movement with her injuries and decided to go for another tackle, attempting to spear Satomi against the ropes and then drag her down.

Soon enough, the young scientist could feel a second wind ready to come over her. Her new friend made a good point, she needed to get back into the fight. But when she mentioned something about keeping the crowd entertained, Satomi was a bit confused. For a scientist who was so smart, she certainly was clueless to these sort of things, only to watch with wide eyes as Nikolette started to remove her overalls, revealing her beautiful body to the crowd and Satomi. She had to admit, the girl was very pretty, her skin looked smooth and soft, she had the kind of curves most women would kill for, even her eyes had a sparkle and her hair complimented her beauty. Satomi was never the type to think much on appearance, but when Nikolette had done that, it made the scientist realize only then just how much she envied her looks. [size=80:3ehog4ts]"...Wow."

Trying not to get distracted, Satomi started to push herself up from the ropes, only to realize she was recovering a moment too late, as Nikolette was charging at her at full speed, ready to tackle her. Satomi cowered a little and flinched, ducking lower and holding her palms out forward, as if trying to push Nikolette away. This result of this had a much more different effect though, as Satomi's palms ended up slamming right into Nikolette's breasts, her charge only deepening the impact. Satomi still ended up getting speared into the ropes, but had softened the blow with her palms, hitting somewhere most unexpected as she felt the fabric of her bra, the soft mounds, and everything. Pinned against the ropes a few moments after that, let out a soft cry from the spear, her glasses falling off finally, as her olive eyes cringed a little and she looked at Nikolette with slightly blurred vision. Without her glasses, she looked a lot cuter, especially as she squirmed and practically squeeked from the blow.

Nikolette would have expected Satomi to retaliate in some way. She really would have been disappointed at this point ifh the scientist simply took the blow. But she wasn't expecting the retaliation she got at all. Nikolette grinned when she felt herself slam into Satomi and tried to wrap her arms around the gril so she could pull off her next move. She felt Satomi's hands slam into her breasts and winced. Especially her left breast, which was still sor. She yelped out in pain and tried to squeeze Satomi into another bear hug. This time she only meant to keep the move up long enough to slam Satomi down, but suddenly she noticed something.

Satomi's hands remained on Nikolette's breasts and the way they were positioned, it felt like she was being groped. Satomi's tiny fingers not outright squeezing them, but putting enough pressure on them to give Nikolette pause. For some reason, even though the touch was unintentional, it felt nice and the pain in her breast was replaced by a warm sensation in her chest. Her face blushed deeply and now when she thought about it, the bear hug seemed more sensual than anything else. Nikolette's handswere loose around Satomi's lower back, just resting where her butt would start.

She noticed too that in the heat of the move, her chin rested on Satomi's shoulder and she was softly panting against the scientist's neck. In fact now that the realization washed over her, she could feel every inch of them that touched. Her own legs exposed now touched Satomi's. It was enough to freeze her in that moment and the only thing she could do was whisper a soft word. "Satomi..."

Satomi felt like any moment, she would get her second wind, and turn this thing around, the only thing she had to do was break away from Nikolette, and then get a chance to enter her special style she had invented herself before having a chance to fight back. But all of those thoughts faded away at the events that unfolded next.

The young scientist found herself entrapped in a bearhug, but kept her hands between them, only realizing until it was two late just what she had a tight grip on. Those soft bosoms that her soft fingertips roughly gripped, they were Nikolette's breasts, and Satomi's eyes widened a little when she noticed what she had done. She tried to let go, but because of the bearhug, her hands were locked in place, and as Satomi's back was pinned against the ropes, she realized that the bearhug loosened, like Nikolette was weakening, or something was happening to her.

Seeing her blush, and then feeling Nikolette's hand slowly lower just to the tip of her rear, Satomi started to turn a pinkish red in the cheeks, looking away slowly, both confused and embarressed by the whole situation. The moment felt... awkward, and she didn't know how to engage this. She wanted to try striking Nikolette, or do something to break way, but when she felt the girl's bare thigh touching hers and heard those soft panting breaths that tickled a hot breath along her neck, she didn't know what to do. This whole situation was entirely new to her. It wasn't like the time with Judy, she wasn't fighting back. This.. she actually was starting to like. Even though Nikolette was her opponent, she felt... safe in her arms, like the bearhug was instead becoming a gentle embrace, and she started to enjoy it. "..N-Nikolette..?" She said with a stutter, completely unsure of the situation and utterly nervous. "Wha... What are you.. d-doing?" Satomi didn't resist, her hands didn't even break away from Nikolette's ample breasts since that was quite impossible for her in this position, but all in all, she didn't put up a fight against this, actually finding this.. kind of nice for a change.