Vanguard vs. Carmen Rodriguez - Beyond the Bounds

When Aegis responded to her aggression in kind, Carmen was yelped inside her mouth, surprised by the sudden shift. Pleasantly surprised. Her lips curled into a fiendish grin, as the two of them resumed the wrestling match in their mouths, dueling tongues, vying for position. Parrying, thrusting, countering, advancing, retreating. It was an intricate dance, and it was something that just sparked more intrigue in the silent knight underneath her. Where had this woman been hiding her entire life? Why was she just now coming on her radar?

Aegis would’ve been more than enough for any women to handle on her lonesome, but she wasn’t alone. Like all things, she had Glaive to work in tandem, complementing her every move, the two of them working to crush Carmen between their writhing, willing bodies. Every thrust against her backside sent a shiver down her spine, left her skin with goosebumps. Worse - or better - than that, she was driving Carmen downwards, making her press tighter against Aegis.

Everywhere Carmen turned, there was carnal flesh, assaulting with enveloping curves. Every move she made drew her deeper into the well of pleasure, and the way out became further and further. If she hadn’t been wearing so many clothes, she was certain that she would’ve reached the point of no return by now.

She could feel the wetness. Could smell the rising odor between them. Clothes or not, she was going to burst at this rate, and a part of her didn’t see that as a bad thing. To just melt and let it go and float away on a river of desire…

And she would. That would happen. Just not now, damn it. The audience was getting into a frenzy, lapping it up, not realizing the real struggle that was going on here. Carmen had bought herself enough time to recover, but it would be all for nothing unless something changed soon.

She steeled herself as Glaive spoke in her ear, summoned enough will to pull her lips away from Aegis’, ending the kiss and moving her mouth out of range. With closed eyes and true regret, she spoke. ”Sorry.” She shot her tongue out and gave her a long lick, right down the middle of her succulent face. ”I’ll make this up to you.”

Carmen changed gears right away and used the only part of her body that wasn’t restrained: her head. She brought it down hard, slamming her skull into Aegis’, then jerked it hard to the side, attempting to give Glaive the same treatment. It would not be pretty, not in the least, but it was the only option she had aside from simply giving in.

Lexi remained resolute when faced with the conquering tyrant who wished to plundering her treasury. No step was missed no challenge set aside. They fought more feverishly with an intensity that would rival anything one could hope to face in the ring. She moaned into every grind and thrust that Carmen forced down on her, repaying the heat with the swell of her breasts and ferocity of her kissing.

She wanted more, she wanted the freedom to roll around with Carmen. To hold her down or be toppled. A struggle for either woman, a real fight for dominance. In time she would have it, but she wanted it now. To hear her moans of pleasure in her ear again, to make her back arched and toes curl. She wanted all of that and more… then Carmen pulled away. Lexi pursued but found herself limited, close enough to feel Carmen’s hot breath but not enough to claim her lips again.

Lexi took a small playful bite at the air, waiting for Carmen to return to her… but she didn't. She apologized. The brunette pouted with an accompanied soft whine which came from somewhere in the back of her throat. She wasn't ready to be done… her fingers slipped up along the woman's back, wigging themselves under the woman's top, trying to coax her back so they could resume their duel. Her eyes stared up at Carmen with an undeniable sparkle that made it hard to turn her away.

It all amounted to nothing as Carmen’s forehead smashed her beautiful face into the canvas. The brief exchange and sudden jolt of Lexi’s body didn't go unnoticed to Mackenzie. Her lips had pulled away as she listened, catching wind of what was to come. She shot back as the former champion attempted to brain her the same as her partner, but she was already gone. Her hands slipped back, up along the woman's arms to free them from their pinned state.

Lexi’s legs slipped away easily as the blond broke their hold, skidding her body down along Carmen's backside. Her fingers dragged along the woman's back, pressed firm enough to maintain her balance until she stopped at the woman's midsection. Leaning back in, she shoved her weight down hard into Carmen, bringing her arms around to grab hold of her waist like a vice.

She tensed her stance as her arms flexed around Carmen. “Guess who isn't sorry.” She grunted, straining hard as she threw herself back attempting to drag her opponent up off the flow and throw her backwards head over heels into a deadlift German suplex. If she managed to hit the move, she would bridge it in to try and keep Carmen grounded for as long as possible. A pin meant nothing for the match yet, but it bought her time for Lexi to recover. "The answer was me."

Carmen shouldn’t have felt bad about headbutting Aegis. This was a match, a hardcore match among so many other things, and it was one where she was on an unquestioned disadvantage. Nothing was forbidden, nothing was off the table. Definitely not a headbutt, even a cheap one.

But she did feel bad - as much as she could feel anything with her head swimming at the moment - and for reasons that could she see were inherently silly. Aegis was cute and sweet and as a mime could be, but she was still the same woman who’d locked her up in Full Nelson Clutch. The world’s cutest tigress was still a tigress.

But when she said ‘sorry’, she meant it. And when she said that she would make it up to her, she definitely meant it.

That was one reason she had regrets. The other reason was provided by Glaive, and it was much more direct.

She noticed that she missed the blonde with her headbutt, but her brain was so scattered that she hadn’t really registered it until she felt the arms around her waist. At first, she didn’t panic, even though she knew she couldn’t stop whatever was coming next. She was expecting a submission move. Maybe Glaive would just keep her grounded with a rest hold. Something like that.

No. No, she got a German Suplex.

The audience gasped as Carmen was lifted off the floor, and rightfully so. She wasn’t the biggest woman in the AFW or even in Tension, but she was up there. Her muscle and height pushed her up to a solid 175 pounds. Getting that up with a regular German Suplex would’ve been a task, but doing it from the deadlift position was a legitimate feat, and it gave something else to talk to Glaive about when they weren’t fucking tonight: workout routines.

Carmen came down hard on her shoulder and tumbled against, coming to a rest between the barricade and the ramp. That was the one bit of good news, that she was where she’d wanted to go from the start, but just like when she tried to escape the ring, Glaive had managed to make her pay for it. Smart woman. Dangerous woman.

Going off instinct more than anything, Carmen rolled over to her chest a moment later and started to crawl up the ramp, struggling just to get up to her knees. Had to make to more distance, had to get further away...

Mackenzie had gotten a bit more oomph on her suplex than intended. She could only imagine it came from throwing that much weight over her head. The moment Carmen hit the barely protective mats, the larger heavier woman slipped her grasp and was sent tumbling. She was quick to turn over, ready to meet her should her opponent rise. It didn't happen though, not right away. Trickling in their offense was an easy way for them to be whittled down, and with someone like this, all it was going to take was one good punch or this woman getting on top of one of them to spell trouble. She fought back the desire to keep on Carmen, opting to stand herself up and back over to Lexi, reaching out to assist her partner rise.

Lexi hadn't seen what happened. Eyes clenched shut as the headbutt crippled her ability to think over the immediate and painful stabbing sensation locked between her eyes. Once freed from The weight of the other two women, she clutched her face, rolling from side to side as a means of coping. She wasn't aware the blond held a hand out to her, not until her partner gave her thigh a light kick with her boot. Peering up through sprayed fingers, she half smiled through the pain to reach out and grab hold of Mackenzie’s forearm. Locked together, she was pulled upright with a faint wobble.

Both women turned their attention back to Carmen, trailing behind as the woman made for the ramp at a literal crawl. They kept a distance at first, splitting off on either side, threatening to surround Their opponent again. The perceived threat of how she could lash out was her current saving grace, making it so neither girl readily approached just yet, staying at range. “Where are you going, hmm? You not having fun?”

Mackenzie started to move in, but caught sight of Lexi shaking her head as if to ward her off. So they remained away, letting the woman crawl or rise. Lexi wanted to see where she was going or what she had in mind… but rather than wait to find out gestured to her partner. A finger to the side of her head, than pointing it upward. She had an idea. Skirting past Carmen, she hurried to the darkened area along the ramp, looking for something.

Left alone with Carmen, Mackenzie. Continued to make idle chit chat while her partner went on a small adventure. “Pretty bold move, making an open challenge as your first match back. I almost feel bad we are going to slip you a loss. We’ll slide you a few other things in though, to make up for it.” She folded her arms beside her back, she would slowly walk alongside Carmen if she was still moving, mindful of their distance. “What’s with the hair by the way? I didn't even notice you at first.” An odd question without context, but she didn't seem as though she was intent on explaining. She gave her own pigtails a small bat over her shoulder. “Don't like having it pulled or something?”

Up. Get up. Keep moving and get up.

Carmen’s world was spinning about on its axis, dizzy from the repeated abuse, and trying hard to come up with a hard number for hownlof this match had gone on. Four? Five? Could not have been longer than five, but her body felt like it had been going for twice as long as that, which made sense. Twice the opponents, twice, the damage, but twice the pleasure and twice the rewards. Eyes on the prize.

She kept moving up the ramp, wondering where Glaive was, but glad that her opponent wasn’t immediately giving chase. It gave her enough time to stand back up, albiet with wobbly steps, and take stock of the damage she’d endured so far. Aching head, and that suplex had left her shoulders sore, but the makeout break had mitigated some - some - of the damage from before. A good thing, too, because while Vangaurd was content to give her some space, they weren’t leaving her alone for too long.

She stood up to see Glaive approaching and Aegis moving away to the side of the ramp, going for something. What, she couldn’t see without chasing after her, and that would’ve been a dumb move. Glaive was at her front, and she wanted to keep her there for the time being.

Carmen walked backwards up the ramp, sparing a sporadic glance about her area to get a read on Aegis and failing eveytime. For the time being, she and Glaive were talking. Just talking. The audience didn’t exactly approve, settling into a low murmur as the action took a slight hiatus, but that was fine. They would be seeing plenty before this match was over, anyway.

Carmen had a soft smile for Glaive, but there was an edge to it, the smallest little quirk. ”You’re confident. I get it. But you’ve got a long way to go before you win, remember that.” She ran her palms over her knuckles, getting a good feel for the hardened bone underneath and giving Glaive an unspoken threat. The blonde was keeping her distance, feared the punches, and that was something she could work with.

Her smile faltered at her question, though, and she ran a quick hand over her scalp, almost as if she’d forgotten there was nothing up there but a clearcut forest. ”Didn’t notice me?” Carmen canted her head, a slight tilt. Didn’t follow up, though. Questions for later.  ”Luchas de apuestas.” She had a quick chuckle, remembering that might need a subtilte. ”Hair vs. hair match. Short story: I lost. Clearly. Long story...save it for pillow talk.”

She was getting close to the curtains now, as the cameraman started to circle around them. Just a little more, and she’d be in the gorilla position. It wouldn’t solve her problems, but she was hoping it would give her more options.

“Oh, I know. I don't intend to pin you right away.~” Mackenzie flashed Carmen a big smile as she casually strolled up the ramp with her. She gave a slightly mocking gasp at the threat of the woman's fists. While engaging her now would be bad, she was sure Lexi wouldn't be far behind. As they neared the top of the ramp, the blond hopped the small gap between where she was and the stage proper. Her eyes flicked to the black curtain then back to Carmen. “You wouldn't be running away now, would you?”

Mackenzie gave herself a bit more distance between them, the flat terrain of the stage would be far easier for Carmen to cover ground if needed. She lifted her arms over her head stretching casually. It was less about working her body out and more about catching her opponents attention by displaying her assets. The crowd appreciated the show with the lull in the match. She let out a soft seductive sigh as she arched her back and pushed out her chest on full display.

“We don't have to chase you if you run away backstage you know.” She was still smiling, giving the air a small kiss. “Besides… it's just you and me right now. I’m feeling a bit jealous. Giving Aegis all the love when I’ve had to work so hard for it…” She shook her head lightly. “Why don't you come over here and we can have some fun until she gets back?”

Lexi roamed the darkened understage area, slowly and silently. It hadn't taken her long to find exactly what she wanted among the storage containers and stacked equipment. She didn't return to the ramp though, she had other plans. Her partner wasn't just talking for the sake of it. She was doing it to clue the girl in on where her and Carmen were, and where they were going. The mention of backstage hadn't missed her attention, in fact she was almost certain Mackenzie had said it specifically to get her to go there.

She wasn't keen on the idea of leaving her friend face to face with the former champion alone, but if they wanted to get the jump on her, she needed to split up. Once she knew she was out of sight and sound range from the two, she hurried around taking one of the side staff entrances to the backstage area. She broke into a mad dash. As she entered gorilla position from the other side, a few staffers sitting about gave her an odd look, eyeing what she had in her hands. She gave them a narrowed eyes look, throwing a thumb over her shoulder to motion for them to beat it. With a quick look at one of the screens with the live feed, they got the idea and scattered. Lexi took up position along the wall next to the curtain, at the ready to jump Carmen if she crossed through.

If Carmen was forced to pick a favorite between the two, she would have to admit that Aegis was making the stronger case so far, but she couldn't but feel that was more than a tad unfair. Her tongue had been down the brunette’s throat, after all. They’d swapped spit, shared each others heat, and if not for those pesky clothes getting in the way, they would’ve fucked on the floor. It was difficult to get more personal with someone you’d just met.

The other, blonder half of Vanguard had her charms, however. The competitor in Carmen marveled at her skill and surprising strength, while the lover in her drank in every inch of her svelte form, packed with muscle, but not losing an ounce of feminine curve in the process. Feisty and fiery with a gift for speech, and it was that very thing that worried her at the moment. She wasn’t just talking, but talking a little too much, a little too loud, a little too often, reminding Carmen of their near-success at an ambush a moment ago. These two were in sync in a way that Carmen couldn't even get with her brother.

Aegis’ vanishing act continued to bother Carmen, and unlike last time, there  was no way the audience could help her out. The trickster was close and would be coming back into the fight, but where, when, how?

It was troubling, but it was a concern that she knew better than to dwell on. Glaive was the opponent of her, she was the one to deal with. Her best play would be to make it so that, when Aegis came back into the picture, she had a beaten down partner to work. Having superior numbers only meant something when you could use those numbers. ”Tactical retreat.” Feeling as ready as she’d ever be, Carmen tightened up her guard and lowered into her stance, moving from heel to heel as she worked up her rhythm. ”But if you want me close, fine. I’m all yours.”

That was the only warning Carmen gave before she moved in, closing the space between her and Glaive with a quick stride. Instead of taking her head on, she juked to the side as the last moment and threw a left hook at her opponent’s ribs as moved, attempting to put Glaive between her and the curtains with some quick footwork. A hard right cross followed that up, aimed for the same chest that had been on prominent display a moment ago. She was hoping to score a good hit with it, but even if she didn’t, the strike could still serve its purpose: driving Glaive backwards, trying to push her past the curtain and into the gorilla position.

“I wouldn't mind watching you run away if you got rid of those pants.” Pivoting on the ball of her foot she gave Carmen a profile view to accentuate her curvature. She stuck out her backside, giving it a small shake as an example. She flashed the former champion a grin. When it seemed as though she was sticking around to fight however, a good deal of her playful teasing air died off. It was business time.

“Hmm. Finally.” Mackenzie took a step back, lowering herself slightly, not nearly as dipped down as early in their match. Her palms raised up defensively, fingers wiggling. Her first encounter with Carmen had ended with her eating several punches and going down like a chump. She was going to show the pugilist just how capable she could be.

She was confident, but not cocky. While she didn't wear her worry on her shoulders, she was weary enough of Carmen's impressive punching power. Her bright eyes followed the woman as she came in fast, stepping into to intercept her. The blond twisted, trying to circle as Carmen moved to the side. Not fast enough. She could the shot to the side with a heavy grunt, eyes narrowed in a wince as she staggered back.

As the right back in next, she turned into it, crossing her arms to meet the inside of Carmen’s forearm and elbow before the punch landed as intended to halt it early. She grabbed hold, raising it up over her head. She spun, backing herself up into Carmen as she attempted to bring her straighten captured arm down over her shoulder to bend it against the grain. She thrust her backside up into the woman's crotch, giving a hard nudge up against her body. If Carmen didn't move to free herself or attack right away, Mackenzie would grind herself up against the women for a bit, giving her a nice precursor to what was waiting for her.

After a moment of playfulness, or when Carmen attempted to separate, she would throw her backside into the girls hip hard. She would throw her upper body forward, pulling hard on the woman's arm to attempt to hurl the woman over her shoulder, trying to toss her towards gorilla position. She had no real idea if Lexi was there yet, but it just so happened to be the way they were facing.

Carmen took some pride in knowing that, whatever her future with Glaive involved, it would almost certainly have a few ice packs in the equation. Glaive was a tough woman, she could see that right away, and she had real experience to work from, but her punches were having a definite effect on the blond. They were the closest thing she had to an advantage here, something that could shut down either member of Vanguard if she connected, and there was no way she wasn’t going to abuse it.

So when she came towards Glaive, she did so with her best foot forward, working well despite her pain. She was swift and sure, light on her feet, barely touching the floor as she strafed around her foe. Every step was deliberate and paced, working to keep just the right distance, and the results spoke for themselves when her hook sunk into Glaive’s side.

”Ha.” She had a short laugh through her breath as she maneuvered to Glaive’s front and lashed out again, looking to hit with the same blow that had floored Aegis a few minutes ago. She was expecting similar results here.

In hindsight, she should’ve known better. This woman was a quick learner.

Glaive grabbed her arm and moved in, putting her back against Carmen’s chest, and for a moment the two were locked in an intimate embrace, two lovers holding close. She could feel the blond’s warmth pressing against, her delicate curves sliding across her lap. A good position, and the former champion indulged in it for a moment, giving Glaive a quick nibble on the neck, a little love bite.

When that moment passed, however, she was sent flying by her opponent’s deft maneuver, hurled overhead with a well-executed judo toss. There was no stopping the move, and on the hard ramp, it would turn from a simple arm drag into something thrice as painful, but that didn’t mean Carmen had no options. There was one thing she could try.

As she went over Glaive’s shoulder, legs flying through the air, tumbling forward, she reached out and tried to wrap her free arm around the blonde’s head, coming from below and pressing her face against her shoulder. It was a longshot, but she was half-certain that, if she nailed the timing, she could turn the judo throw into a modified Ace Cutter, giving back harder than she got and throwing Glaive for a loop. If it worked. If.

Mackenzie sunk her body up against Carmen's seductively, rolling her hips.as her plump posterior bumped and pushed against the woman. A small impromptu lap dance never hurt anyone. She loved how seamlessly the woman seemed to be able to transition between fisticuffs and flirting. She was accustomed to both things being fairly separate in a match. Normally she would.grapple about for a bit, but once things got hot and heavy they stayed that way. She was however, she normal found herself preying on more sheepish women than Carmen. A delight she would never pass up, but this was exhilarating.

It had to end though, she could continue the bump and grind once they had Carmen down and out. Her expertise was most certainly with submissions, followed closely by a minute of amateur and professional wrestling mainstays. Simple and effective moves to get her opponents on the ground to work her magic. While a simple move, the judo throw was a bit of a stretch outside of her normal moveset and in truth was more of an adlib than a a plan set in stone.

With the right force and leverage, Carmen's weight advantage could rabidly turn against her in the former of harder more unforgiving landings. It was something Mackenzie was keen to show her. With a swift motion, she threw her body I to motion to launch the former champion. It happened so fast, she sure of the intended outcome she envisioned it all. It was a shocking surprise when something caught her head. Rather than watching Carmen fly away from her, she was going with the woman with a face full of her opponent.

Pulled off her feet, she hit the grating hard on her chest, head recoiling as it bounced off of Carmen's shoulder. The crowd collectively cheered for the impressive reversal and cringed for the devastating impact that left the blond still on the stage face down.

It was impossible not to hear the sudden crash of two bodies on the stage as Lexi lay in wait. She wanted to get back in the fight as soon as possible. Every passing second felt far too long. Something had stalled the two, and now she knew what had done it. Leaning off the wall, she hazarded a peek through the curtain to see the scene before her. It wasn't good. This is what they wanted to avoid. Perhaps the blonds bait for stalling for time had been to effective. Her partner tended to jump into things head first. But Carmen was down as well…

Lexi came skipping out from the curtain with a low steady whistle. It wasn't her though. Her hands was rolling at the wrist, keeping a looped length of electrical cord spilling so fast it sang. With a graceful twirl, she brought one, than the other down in quick succession, attempting to whip Carmen in the abdomen and chest while keeping one of the two spinning still.

She circled, her twirling cord whip at the ready to snap out at a arm raised out to grab for her. She hiked the other cord up in her hand, giving it a lighter toss to attempt to throw it around Carmen’s head. If she had managed to slip the loop down under her chin, she would give it a hard yank, rapidly backing up to attempt to drag the former champion back across the stage while choking her with the length of cord.