Zulime Lafitte vs. Patrice Juilliet

It was a bit of a gambit, but Zulime would be damned if she did not come through when the stakes were high. The Riverboat Queen's strength, and not her wit, got her out of this jam, but she was grateful to be breathing the free air once again. Both of them were on the soft white canvas, but she much would have preferred the bed, especially under more favorable circumstances. But she had to play the hand that she was dealt, even if it was less than stellar. The Cajun girl rolled away in the tight space that she was afforded, and stood up.

Zulime was breathing hard now. She felt that she could hardly be blamed for it. The truth was, she did not really mind the color of the cuffs, as long as they were not on her hands. She faltered back and leaned against the ropes, putting her body on display. The crowd started howling at her, insisting that she get back in the fight. They were right, she reckoned. The time for rest was over, and the time to get right back into it had begun.

The Riverboat Queen pitched forward in a mad sprint at her opponent, her brown eyes alight with malicious and lustful intent. Like always, she did not really have a plan in mind, but she was going to go at Patrice at an absolute full tilt. Her strong legs pumped in the short distance between her and the French woman, and Zulime's speed was on display.

And very soon, her aerial ability would be as well. Zulime jumped in the air and spread her arms and legs wide. Sure, it was not very ladylike, but she did not feel like much of a lady this evening. Rather, she felt like a ball of honor-laden fury that was going to roll straight at Patrice in a flying and powerful splash.

Patrice was not even sure of what had just happened. To her best knowledge, she had just had the pretentious musician fully under her control! But somehow, in some way that she could not yet explain, Zulime had managed to rewrite her script. There were two unfortunate consequences of that. Firstly, Patrice got a reminder that the softness of the canvas was far from the comfort provided by the mattress. Secondly, the blonde got a stark demonstration of the fact that getting her frame crushed under Zulime's thick body was not something to be taken lightly.

Luckily, space to breathe was readily available as the Cajun girl apparently didn't enjoy her stay on top of her enough to keep her pressed to the ground. Instead she obviously deemed that her lucky escape from Patrice's skilled holds was worthy of some stout posing to the crowds, as evidenced by the scene provided as the blonde glanced at her foe.

Fine. That was just fine. Patrice certainly appreciated the time she got to get her script back together, and if Zulime wanted to spend it by showing off her body around, that was her loss.

Rolling over to a prone position, the French girl was expecting some more time to recover. So as she glanced back at her foe again, it was not a pleasant sight to see her already rushing at her...

Rolling over once more was the only thing Patrice managed to do before Zulime had jumped up in the air. Being in a supine position just a bit further away than the Cajun girl might have expected provided perhaps some relief from the full blow of the splash, but it was obvious that it was just too little too late. The impact of Zulime's thick body left the French girl's body reeling, and she couldn't understand how she had suddenly begun getting outsmarted by her foe. Only thing she could understand right now was the pain...

As she was in the air, she saw Patrice reacting. Her initial emotion was surprise. Even as she plummeted down to the ground, she did not really expect Patrice to form much of a reaction to her daring move. But after the initial shock, she felt a sense of satisfaction. As she approached terminal velocity of her descent towards the earth, she recognized that the moment to react had come and gone, and that her move would hit home. The only thing left was the immense sense of satisfaction of knowing that her improvised move would hit home. It was like that low flourish of brass at just the right moment: powerful, undeniable, and bringing the whole piece together at just the right moment.

The Riverboat Queen slammed into her opponent, but did not stop there. Despite the fact that she was tired, winded, and lacking in space, she ducked and rolled away. One good turn deserved another, she reckoned, but she was going to need some space to land the next one. Just like always, she really did not have a plan in mind. She acted on her impulse, and her impulse was telling her to do the same thing again. But this time she was going to do it with a little twist. The Riverboat Queen got halfway up, and then leaped on top of her opponent once more, this time bringing her thick legs down across Patrice's head and upper body.

Then Zulime would truly go to work. She tried to wrest Patrice's arm away from her body and get the woman into an armbar. That would surely sap the woman's strength, and get those hellacious chokes to stop. Or, slow down, at any rate. It would take a little bit of maneuvering, but Zulime was nothing if not determined. "You ain't goin' anywhere," she growled at her lovely opponent.

The Riverboat Queen went about her task with some haste, but great care. She was determined to get back into this match, and she was going to play every card that she had.

Patrice might have had a perfect script for this match all ready in her mind, but right now Zulime was being a director taking some serious artistic freedom for herself. The French Actress was getting forced to play a part that she had not been prepared to, as the Riverboat Queen was taking the roughness of the match to a higher level than suggested by the fact that the two women were actually wearing lingerie. Subconciously, the choice of outfits and the setting of the ring tonight might have led the blonde's expectations to get steered towards a softer match, rather than the current beatdown Zulime was apparently commencing.

As a result, Patrice was left reeling on the mat after the Cajun girl's initial splash. Little did she know there was more to come... Zulime's ducking and rolling raised only expectations of some recovery time, but instead the French girl's upper body got some additional punishment by Zulime's thick legs. The second impact earned some feeble attempts at squirming away by the blonde, but her slender body was now well locked beneath Zulime's own.

Not only was Patrice now stuck in place, but in pain too. There was no doubt any longer in the blonde's head whether Zulime actually meant business. She did. And her next step was to start taking a good hold of the French girl's arm, which she slowly but surely proceeded to lock into an armbar. A fact that made the pain just all the worse for the blonde...

But what was the worst thing? This time, Zulime's words were spot on. Patrice would have wanted so much to be able to say something, speak out words that would have somehow countered the Cajun girl's statement. But there were none. The brutal fact was that right now, Patrice was not going anywhere.

When it wasn't good, Zulime figured that she ought to make things good. But when it was good, well, the Riverboat Queen was wont to make things linger a little bit - let it ride out in all of its depths and heights. Patrice's arm was very much inside of her control, and she wanted the woman to dwell on the pain. Sure, the pleasure was to come, but for now the Cajun girl wanted this woman to understand her physical superiority. Other physical superiority would come later. Zulime leaned into a little bit, letting Patrice's arm suffer that little bit more.

And then she let it go. It was not to roll away and reset as Patrice perhaps would have wanted. It was the total opposite. Zulime sat up to get her bearings, but that was the only respite from the action, brief as it was. With a quick shove, she moved her opponent aside and then got on her hands and knees. She would attempt to throw her leg over her opponent, so that she was on top of her, dominating the woman.

And from there, it would be all downhill. Zulime made a grab at Patrice's lingerie, and went at with with an unknown lust. She wanted to strip the woman bare before her and the world, to humiliate and denigrate this ridiculous French woman. It was going to have to happen sooner or later, and Zulime much preferred sooner.

If she could pull the move off, she would ride that momentum and adjust a little bit. The Riverboat Queen would then attempt to bring her chest down right on top of Patrice's face for a breast smother! The humiliation was not going to end as long as Zulime Lafitte was still on the mat.

Patrice was certain that Zulime had just went on a rampage. The Cajun girl seemed determined to pummel the blonde's body to mash, and there was little Patrice could have done to prevent her. But the situation would have been far from hopeless. All it required was a right-timed swerve to the side, that could take her out of the harm's way, and enable her to catch a break and give an opportunity to turn things around again.

Wrong. Only thing Zulime wanted to do now was to torture the Actress'es arm. For Patrice, it was incredibly annoying. There was no way out, there was no way to fight back. There was nothing else she could have known to expect, and there was nothing else Zulime seemed to be interested in doing. Just this dull pain, that was nasty to be enduring, and probably bery boring to see being inflicted.

But finally, the Cajun girl had enough. She let briefly go of Patrice, but soon enough the blonde could feel her thick leg slamming down on her body. And Patrice's instincts moved her hands to trying to push it off.....just as Zulime started suddenly pulling something off! The blonde let our a shriek as her lingerie was unexpectedly being torn apart, exposing her breasts for everyone to see!

Blush sprang to the blonde's cheeks, but luckily, Zulime promptly buried those cheeks under her ample breasts. Consequently, in the next few seconds the blonde realized that there was actually nothing "lucky" in the situation, as the Cajun girl's curves were making breathing increasingly difficult. And while Patrice might have found their lingerie attires to be better suited to this kind of match, this was something that she had not really prepared for herself! Not this soon at least...

She had to escape somehow. She was not going to let the outrageous Cajun girl humiliate her like this! And her attempt at doing so came in the way of her fists starting to hammer Zulime's sides and back in panic, hoping that the hits would force the Riverboat Queen to retreat.

It was a shame, really. Zulime had worked very hard to expose those lovely breasts of Patrice's, but the world would only see them for the briefest possible period of time. Still, she imagined that there would be plenty of time for some more fun later. And if there wasn't a good opportuniy for that, well, Zulime was going to have to make one. Not as if she did not have the capacity to make a good time should she feel the inclination. The feeling between her hefty bosoms was a good one, as Patrice expended her energy trying to get out in futility.


Unfortunately, Patrice was not going to just simply go along with Zulime's plan and opted to fight back, much more effectively this time. Punch after punch slammed into her side. While originally she thought she could ride it out, a few of those punches slammed into the weak parts of her side, with a few straying very very close to her kidney. She grunted and flashed a grimace with her pearly white teeth. While she was sure that she was giving just as good as she got it, she was getting it pretty damn hard.

So it was time for a change. The only question was, to what. Her body reacted more quickly than she did, and she only recognized the move when she was most of the way through with it. She used the mat to lift herself up a little bit and then swung her tree trunk like legs forward, and sought to ensnare her opponent's head in a mighty headscissors.

She reckoned that she needed to wear her opponent down a lot before she could really make her nice and pliable for the fun stuff. So when she slapped the headscissors in, she made damn sure to make it nice and strong. And well, if her sex got right up in Patrice's face, that was just another upside, really...

It would have been a lie to claim that Patrice would have had no idea of AFW's nature, and what kind of turns the events of matches could take. It would have been a lie to claim that the stipulations of this match would not have pointed out the obvious direction it was bound to take. And honestly, Patrice was not against it. No, she was rather curious about it. She was one to love performing and attention, and she knew very well the attention her body could attract. She knew she could be a perfect fit to AFW.

That could have been the case now, but it wasn't. Right now, Patrice was still not mentally prepared for all that. This match was not the one she had been hoping for to venture into the lewder sides of AFW. This match was all about a grudge. This match was all about honor and dignity. This match was supposed to be all about teaching a lesson to a disrespectful musician. This match was serious. Patrice was not going to let her body become the Cajun girl's toy. She wanted to get a chance for some fun in the ring, but not with her.

Those thoughts were clearly reflected by the severity of the French blonde's punches. And luckily, they eventually seemed to work. Trice had to still endure a small while buried between the Riverboat Queen's breasts, but finally she could fill her lungs with some fresh air as the Cajun girl had had enough of her strikes.

Unfortunately, Zulime was apparently much better prepared to the nature of the match. She was determined to teach the blonde a lesson of her own, and likely in as lewd way as possible. Before the blonde knew it, her head had already become imprisoned between her foe's thick thighs. She did start trying to pry them off, but that was mainly for show. Her breasts being again exposed for the crowds to see, the blonde made a couple of futile kicks in an attempt to do at least something. But it was still terrifyingly obvious even to her, that she was not going to escape out of this one.

It felt good, really. But it must have looked even better. After all, not only were the French woman's breasts out, but her pretty face was nicely ensconced in Zulime's delightfully thick thighs. The French woman was not going to be totally quiet though. She was resisting, but the kicks that she managed to launch were feckless. It was clear, after a split second, that Zulime was going to remain in control. The Riverboat Queen threw her head back and laughed. Zulime's arrogance was on display here, and she was not shy about showing it.

Zulime squeezed a little bit harder. This was going to be a test of wills, and it had been fated to be that way. She was going to try and wear her blonde opponent down as much as she possibly could, and really make sure that there was nothing left in the tank. And those thighs of hers were not just for show, although they could put on a hell of a show; no, there was some raw power there. The Riverboat Queen found this to be the most opportune moment to bring all of that power to bear.

But it was getting a little bit slow. The fans did not come here to see one woman squeeze the life out of the other. They came here tonight to see a show, and Zulime was nothing if not a showwoman. The Riverboat Queen unclenched, letting her opponent breathe freely for a moment. But not more than a moment, Zulime took very measured steps to prevent that. In a few swift moves, she had repositioned herself.

And now she was trying to pick Patrice up and toss her back on the bed. The first act of the match had been completed, in her reckoning. It was time to liven things up a little. Especially now that Patrice had some certain openings...

This was far from how Patrice had written her script. Very far.

The preface had been all too clear. She had come out here tonight to teach the arrogant musician a lesson. She had been going to utilize her superior skills, looks and wits to outsmart her foe. She had been set on a mission to wrestle her way to dominance, and send Zulime into desperation. Just enough to make her beg for mercy, so Patrice could have then generously spared her from further public humiliation.

But instead of all that, Zulime had become the director hijacking the plot. Instead of being the overconfident artist, she had turned out to actually have good reasons for her confidence. Instead of being an easy target for Patrice, she had made the blonde an easy target for her. And instead of using the duo's sex appeal for light teasing and showing off purposes, she had not hesitated to turn the match sexual in a brutal way.

That all meant that Patrice was now in pain. And in deep trouble too. She had underestimated Zulime's physical strength. She had not foreseen the nature of her sexual advances. And along the fierce, but oh-so-futile kicks, she had overestimated her own strength too. Zulime's mighty thighs ensured that it was draining fast, which in turn made the French girl realize that there was now a high risk that she was still going to get even more familiar them and Zulime's sex planted on her face tonight.

While Trice had decent endurance, the Cajun Girl's headscissor hold was deadly. And while she hated her laughter from the bottom of her heart, there was nothing she could do. Thus, as Zulime finally let the blonde freely breathe, it was obvious that she was already exhausted. Everyone in the arena could witness the dire fate of becoming a prey for the Cajun Girl's thighs, as it was all too easy for her to pick the topless blonde up, and toss the seemingly powerless girl onto the bed.