Zulime Lafitte vs. Patrice Juilliet

Zulime's breasts heaved up and down. Sure, she needed the air after all of the night's activities and the thought of the activities yet to come, but moreso she was putting on a show. Those large breasts of hers were going to go up and down, up and down, surely attracting the attention of some of the less scrupulous in the crowd. She tilted her head a little bit, letting her dark hair illustrate her entire body. The hands on her hips were for added effect, making her look the way she felt. Strong. Powerful. Totally in control of this match.

And she saw Patrice coming on. The woman's body was beautiful, she could not deny that. Zulime was a little bit more, shall we say, embonpoint, but there was a lithe grace to the blonde woman that Zulime was going to treat herself to. Zulime beckoned the woman forward with a lustful and mischievous look in her eye, seeking the woman's supple curves, wanting them to come closer and closer. The Riverboat Queen herself moved forward almost imperceptibly, ready to take on the woman. Ready to show her what the night was really good for.

She saw the woman look down, almost submissively. Zulime instintively chortled. It looked like this woman finally realized that Zulime was the superior comantant, and intuitively moved forward another step. She wanted this woman, and her body was showing it. Unfortunately, as it turned out, Patrice had other plans.

Before the Riverboat Queen even knew what was happening, the blonde woman had sprung into motion and wrapped those long slender legs around Zulime's head. In another second, her head was slammed against the edge of the bed. Sure, it was probably softer than many alternatives, but Zulime did not feel particularly good.

The Riverboat Queen groaned for a second, taken totally by surprise. She had just scored that one two, and now the tables had totally turned. For a second, Zulime was temporarily stunned. But only for a second. The Riverboat Queen started gathering herself and pulling herself up.

Patrice may had already lost considerable parts of her outfit, but her acting skills had not disappeared anywhere with them. She could feel the tension, she could feel Zulime's eyes gazing her body. She could sense the Cajun girl was all ready to chain up her blonde little slave, and immerse in the pleasures the night was going to bring her. And she knew exactly how to behave to enforce that image even further inside Zulime's head...

The Riverboat Queen might have powered and pleasured her way close to victory, but Patrice had become determined not to let it slip away this easily from herself. Not just yet, at least. There was still one step for Zulime to take before she could be declared the winner, and the French girl's plan was to make it as difficult as she possibly could.

Executing that plan started off well. Zulime got totally caught off guard as the seemingly submissive blonde suddenly jumped up, and wrapped her legs around the Cajun girl's head. The crowds erupted in a brief murmur as the thicker girl's skull impacted the mattress, and Patrice sprung off away from her.

And what was her plan exactly? Well, the French Actress wanted to rush as quickly as possible to each turnbuckle, trying to grab the pair of handcuffs off of each one of them. Her logic was simple. If she could gain possession of all the handcuffs, there was no way Zulime could fulfill the requirement of the final step, right? Then, it would be her who would be in control...

But despite this ambitious plan, Patrice was careful to be aware of her opponent at all times. She was going to keep her distance from her. Sure, she wanted to gain possession of all four pairs of handcuffs there were, but not at the cost of only getting caught by Zulime at the final turnbuckle...

Zulime's capacity to swear in the delightful French language was not limited to say the least. Had anyone been close enough, they would have surely heard it as Zulime was pushing herself off of the map. For a woman who considered herself particularly streetwise, that was an awfully stupid trap to fall into. The bed served as an aid as she got to her feet to reassess the situation. Patrice had gotten clear of the bed now, and was making her way to one of the turnbuckles. Zulime thought nothing of it for a second, but then a terrible realization washed over her.

That was where the handcuffs were. Should Patrice get her hands on a pair and then lock up the Riverboat Queen, it was going to be all over. There would be no way that she could resist either cumming or being pinned if she were shackled, and those were two fates that the Riverboat Queen would not suffer. Zulime tore after her opponent, her large breasts swinging pendulously as she dogged the blonde woman's every step.

If she could time it right, she could pull off something big. But that was a big if. Zulime slowed down a little bit just so she could speed up at the last second. Just as Patrice was reaching the last turnbuckle, Zulime was going to divert all of her energy into running at the woman at the height of her speed. Then she was going to jump into the air and try to rotate herself 90 degrees. The flying crossbody was sure to be effective, she reckoned, given her weight and the hard turnbuckle behind the blonde.

But if she failed, hoo boy was it going to be a disaster. She would be lying down in front of a woman who had the means and motivation to end the match in a few short strokes. But, Zulime was raised on a riverboat. Which means that she sure as hell knew that if you did not venture anything, then you were not going to win anything either. And with a prize such as the one before her tonight, Zulime was going all in...

Patrice had nailed a flying start for the execution of her plan by managing to surprise Zulime with her takedown. She immediately sprang to action, proceeding to the nearest turnbuckle to grab possession of the vital item for the Riverboat Queen's next step. Luckily, it was as easily said as done, and the blonde quickly sprang onwards to the next one.

Glancing over her shoulder as she reached it, Zulime had apparently just realized what she was doing. It was expected - she just had to keep a closer eye on her now. Each pair of handcuffs she could snatch was a plus in Patrice's books from this point on, and she was determined to keep her plan on track.

But there was a surprise. One that made the blonde's face turn into a mischievous grin for the first time in a long while. Patrice had half expected Zulime to come the other way around, to come confronting her, probably somewhere between the third and the fourth turnbucke. But instead, the Cajun girl was following her! That was great news. Maybe she could actually manage to gain possession of all the handcuffs provided!

That was easier said than done though. By the time the blonde had snatched the third pair of handcuffs, Zulime was getting already dangerously close. But still, the French girl decided to stick with her plan. There was a chance she could get the fourth pair just in time too... And she was not exactly in a position where she could afford not to take risks in this match anymore.

Patrice finally got the final pair of handcuffs. But as she glanced over her shoulder again, Zulime was already jumping. Panic struck the blonde as there was now a disturbingly real prospect of the Cajun girl easily getting her hands on all the cuffs after Patrice had done all the work for her...and her instincts kicked in.

In the last second, the French blonde fiercely tossed all the handcuffs out of the ring, hoping to get them as far away as reasonably plausible. She could see them flying - but then, Zulime's flying crossbody came viciously crushing the blonde's slender body between the turnbuckle and the Cajun girl's thicker one... Patrice had managed to accomplish her mission, but at the expense of leaving her body reeling. And this time in pain, not in pleasure.

Zulime was focusing on her opponent. She had to. The Riverboat Queen was very much accustomed to having her feet on the ground or at least the deck as she strove to best the woman standing across from her in the ring, and could not afford to have her attention waver from the blonde woman. Still, the fact that those handcuffs that Patrice had collected went flying did not escape her notice. Zulime would have cursed.

That is, if she were not having so much fun. The Riverboat Queen soared through the air with a massive grin on her face with her dark hair flying backward. Soon, her thick body slammed into Patrice's lithe form which then crashed into the turnbuckle. The concatenation of pain was delightful to experience. The Cajun girl fell down to the mat as gravity dicatated, only to bounce right back up in the next second.

There was still a match to win, and Zulime planned to do exactly that. Her next strike would be quick, almost surgical. Hoping that Patrice had not yet crumpled to the ground, Zulime pushed against her shoulders that she may lift up a quick leg and slam her knee into Patrice's soft little stomach. The effect would hopefully be twofold: first of all, it would cause the blonde woman a non-trivial amount of pain, but more importantly the pain and the force of the blow would leave the French woman seated at the bottom of the turnbuckle.

Zulime was decidedly less precise with her next few movements, but the grace with which she moved was undeniable. She turned on a dime like a ballerina, and then stuck her butt right into Patrice's face. She would attempt to stinkface the woman to humiliate her further. But it would also have the benefit of forcing her head back against the turnbuckle a little bit, and maybe even cutting off her air supply. She never let her massive booty go to waste.

For Patrice, there was a sense of relief. Her clever plot, or assumedly clever plot provided the outcome, had just ensured that attaining victory would be distinctly harder for Zulime from now on. There were no longer handcuffs available in the ring, items that currently were crucial for the Cajun girl's own aspirations... Patrice hadn't exactly seen where the handcuffs had flown, but she was fairly sure they were nowhere nearby.

It was just unfortunate, that the sense of relief was far weaker than the sense of pain right now. Completing her own endeavor had ended up costing her thickly, literally, as Zulime's body had just crushed the blonde's own against the turnbuckle. But even that devastating blow was apparently not enough for the Riverboat Queen... No, the next thing Patrice had coming to her was a stiff knee to her stomach, dropping the slender blonde down in an instant.

Honestly, Patrice's logic would have dictated that she would have been seeing by now Zulime's rear rushing after her shiny little lifelines to victory. But instead of such a reasonable action, she was seeing Zulime's rear in a whole another way. Granted, she could not lie to have honestly expected any reasonable action on the Cajun girl's behalf, but she still had not expected this.

Patrice could not tell whether it was a showing of discontent, punishment for her little trick she had just pulled, logical step in a fight for her foe to take or simply just an arbitrary vagary for Zulime to pull off, but she couldn't quite recall any time she would have been rear-ended quite like this. Zulime's booty was overwhelming indeed, and the weakened blonde had grim prospects of protecting herself against it. It was imperative though, as the back of her skull was pressing awkwardly against the turnbuckle and her airflow was severely compromised, but feeble squirming and weak attempts at pushing Zulime's thick thighs further away was all that Patrice could muster up as her defence.

Of all of the rights she proudly possessed and defended, the right to have a good time was the most employed and the most enjoyed. The audience, too, shouted out their appreciated of Zulime's dirty little trick, and the Riverboat Queen was lapping up their attention with great relish. A wicked smile appeared on her face, and the way she looked may have lead people to believe that how much she was enjoying the moment would permanently etch the raw feeling of unbridled and unparalleled joy onto her face. Not that Zulime would have minded that much.

The Cajun girl let the moment percolate. It was probably unnecessary for her to go around and around as she did, but the gyrations came to her just as did the violent shakes and moves when she was calling upon the loa deep in the Louisiana swamp. Zulime was losing herself in the moment in the greatest away. It seemed as if in the rotation of her hips was something primal, that called out to the old gods and beckoned them down to earth to celebrate in the debauchery. There was a rhythm to it, a sensation about it. The mild protests of the blonde only meant that Zulime was going to go a little bit harder, a little bit more.

But she knew that all good times had to come to an end. Sometimes, the night naturally came to an end, winding down after hour upon hour of bacchanalian delights. But some good times ended simply because they were ramping up to greater heights, like a pre-game for a truly wild night. So Zulime ceased her small fun with a mischievous eye cast towards a greater mountain that she ought to climb.

Zulime turned around and grabbed at that lovely blonde hair of Patrice's. She would attempt to lift her opponent from the ground, but not all the way. She just wanted her upright enough to stick that head of hers between Zulime's thick thighs. And from that point, she would attempt to lift her opponent up into the air. The Riverboat Queen was a strong woman, but not overwhelmingly so. But the adrenaline was flowing now, which meant that she could hold the skinny actress aloft for just a few seconds before she slammed her back down into the mat.

If Zulime had been anyone else, really, almost anyone, there would have been a fair chance of Patrice actually enjoying this situation. It was not every day that she could get this close to a hot, thick, curvy, strong, sexy and confident woman, especially her thighs and rear. Well, truthfully the chances of that were considerably higher than average here in AFW, but still. This could have been fun.

But it wasn't. No matter what else she could have been wishing for, the woman was Zulime Lafitte. The one that she had been determined to humiliate and defeat tonight in the ring. But now, the exactly opposite was happening, and Patrice was dishearteningly helpless to stop it. The Cajun girl's hips were having exactly their way with her, and the French girl was almost feeling like a Whopper.

Finally, some free airflow was suddenly available to the blonde, and the pressure on the back of her skull released as the Riverboat Queen finally had enough of her persistent humiliation. Patrice sighed in relief - but only to gasp in horror again as her hair was suddenly being pulled! Letting out a brief cry of desperation, the blonde got up to her knees - only to get her head pushed firmly between Zulime's thighs. And her body lifted up...

The seconds felt like minutes. The blonde knew something bad was going to happen, but she was not sure exactly what. Piledriver? Powerbomb? Getting rammed to the turnbuckle? Or just squeezed the life out of by the Cajun girl's mighty thighs?

Her answer came in the form of getting slammed back down to the mat. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but...bad enough to keep her grounded. But what was worst though, was that as she was now being dominated by Zulime, the crowds were clearly no longer cheering for her... They were cheering for Zulime. A big loss for a showgirl.

Zulime sat on the ground. When she slammed Patrice into the canvas, it hurt her a little bit too, but that was not the reason that she was choosing to rest. No, she wanted to marvel a little bit at her own works. Both of them were a tangle of hair and limbs and sweat, and it was beautiful in the chaos. As she breathed in deeply, her large chest rose and fell mightily. Zulime was feeling the adoration of the crowd, sucking it up for as long as she possibly could before she had to move on to the next bit.

And there was going to be a next part. This play had rising action after rising action, and it would have to reach its denoument before it reached the final curtain. The Riverboat Queen released Patrice and got up. Her movement to the side of the ring would later not be noted for its speed, by rather by its quiet grace and the oh so refined movement of Zulime's hips. Patrice did not strike her as a particularly tough sort of woman, and Zulime knew that she was going to have to hurry if she wanted to win. But that was the thing. She did not want to win, she wanted to win with style.

The Cajun girl bounded over the top rope, taking great pains to get her breasts to bounce. The crowd was nice enough to cheer for her, so she figured she ought to return the favor a little bit. Her curvy body had a lot of appeal, and Zulime was not mean enough to keep it just to herself. She bounced a little bit more when she hit the concrete, but the look in her eyes told everyone in attendance that showtime was over. It was time to get down to business and bring this thing to an end.

She gathered two pairs of handcuffs, and sashayed back to the ring. Zulime whirled one of them around her finger once she had re-entered the ring, and stared down at her opponent. "New Orleans Parish police," she joked, "now you gonna come quietly?" The smile was for both her and Patrice. But mostly herself.

So, why had the little trick with the handcuffs been supposedly such a brilliant idea for Patrice? She had actually applied a solid logic behind it. Not only was it because of the obvious benefits of making it impossible of Zulime to finally win the match without them. There were many other benefits the French girl had expected too. Playing time was one of them. Managing to get recovery time was paramount at this point. Time had also the element of risk. There was obviously hope of a count-out, had the Cajun girl not managed to find her valued assets in time. Rushing behind her for attack would have also been an option. And even better one was attacking the Riverboat Queen when she would have been about to re-enter the ring.

But none of that happened. The fatal flaw in the plan had been Zulime's patience. One that the hot-head had not seemed to previously have. Contrary to Patrice's expectations, the Cajun girl had not immediately rushed after the handcuffs. No, she had had the patience to let them stay there for a while. A while that she decided to utilize by pummeling the blonde to the ground.

Was it a punishment? Patrice was sure that Zulime was keen to pay back her little trick. But it could have just as well been the result of beneficial combination of patience, strategy and discretion. Qualities that the blonde could not blame her foe of having, but discounting which she deeply regretted by now.

Already too weak to get back up again, Patrice only peered at her foe effortlessly making her way to the handcuffs, even showcasing her body as intensely as she possibly could on the way. And there was one thing the French girl had to admit to herself. There were certainly worse choices of bodies to get defeated by. Plenty of worse choices.

Soon enough Zulime jumped back into the ring, all ready to finally seal the deal to her favor. But while Patrice knew she was all done for, she wasn't going to show any willingness to submit. Instead, the blonde wanted to aim a feeble kick to the Cajun girl's midsection. She was far too weak to inflict any real damage by now, but at least she wasn't going down without a fight. And while the crowds might have already been clearly in Zulime's favor, they surely appreciated seeing the victim showing signs of defiance until the end. Right?