Vanguard vs. Carmen Rodriguez - Beyond the Bounds

Carmen was trying her best not to get too excited with this, wanting to not let the momentum of the moment carry her away, but that wasn't easiest thing to pull off, even with her experience. She’d been fighting an uphill battle since the first minute with these two, suffering against their superior numbers, confounded by their expert skill, getting ripped apart by their brutal moves. If these two were serious about taking the Tension tag division by storm, she felt some pity for whoever stood in their way - unless someone slipped under her radar, none of the current teams had this level of cohesion in their favor.

And yet, despite all that, she finally had Glaive pinned. Up against a wall. Controlled. For the time being.  She took a punch in the process, but that only spurred her on, made her more determined to even things up with the blonde.

Carmen made sure to maximize her time, though, drilling her fist deep into Glaive with every strike. She worked away on the woman’s body like a heavy bag, going for the vital spots, scratching at the organ. No need to rush. Had to do this right. There was still a lot of damage to be done if she wanted to catch up.

How long would she keep at it? She wasn’t sure, really, and it became a moot point before she could even consider the question. ”What are you-” Glaive’s fingers had been reaching for her face, and she’d been confused on why, when a pair of fingers jabbed her deep in the eye. She shrieked, a noise mixed with rage and surprise, but a familiar cord went around her neck a second later to cut the sound off. Aegis wasn’t as dealt with as Carmen had hoped.

She was being pulled back down, stretched as feet shot into her back, and she could see her chances fluttering away fast. All Glaive needed to do was hold off until Aegis recovered. The cord would come off, and they’d engage in the beatdown once more, start the cycle over. She couldn’t let that happen, but she didn’t have the strength to resist Aegis’ pull backwards…

…so why resist it at all?

As Aegis pulled back, Carmen leaped back and used the falling brunette’s weight to her advantage, flipping away. She wasn’t renowned for her agility, and it was a sloppy affair, but it got the job done - she rolled back and landed on her knees, facing towards Aegis’ as she laid before her.

Her eyes were still hurting, but she managed to force one of them open, just enough to see in front of her and asses. She tried to reach out before Aegis could move away, grabbed her by the hair with one hand and yanked her head back, tight gripSt. The other hand was used much more directly - she balled it into a fist, cocked it back, and gave the silent knight a crushing hook in the face, drilling it into the side of her temple.

Mackenzie gripped Carmen's head as hard as she could manage, curling her fingers behind the woman's ears to help her push her fingers in on her, twisting her thumbs as she assaulted the woman's sense of sight. Lexi had been quick to atvk on her behalf, saving her from another round of punches that would have surely come after she had finished attacking the former champions eyes. With the forearm removed from her throat, her legs gave out dropping her down to the floor on her side.

She dry heaved, coughing violently as she gasped for breath and fought back the sudden need those punches had made for her to vacate her stomach of its latest meal. From the waist down she felt dead, shaky weak limbs refusing to respond in the proper measure to her mental commands. The blond was in a bad bad way, but it wasn't over yet. She still had more fight in her, she just needed a moment... or seven to recover.

Lexi dragged her bindings snuggly up under Carmen's chin, smirking to herself with the tip of her tongue poking slightly out of the corner of her lips. Her options had been vast, but she wanted to buy time to a submission worked best. It would be regrettable if she somehow made the veteran tap since she had already orgasmed once, but they would have her for awhile so it ultimately didn't matter. Dragging Carmen back, she was looking forward to stretching to woman out again, wearing the joy on her face.

 Pulling Carmen backwards had been easy. Too easy in fact. In a fluid motion she had the pugilist, then she was gone leaving Lexi with her arms and legs raised for no reason, the former champion looking down on her from above. Her legs dropped back to the ground, bare feet slacking lightly against the cement.

She grit her teeth as Carmen's fingers clenched around her hair, knowing where this was going. She was ready though, reaching up to grasp at the former champion's forearm, she rocked herself back, kicking a leg to attempt to hook it behind the puglists neck to drag the woman closer, trying to ruin the angle of attack by bringing her closer to the ground. If she had gotten a good hold, she would attempt to wrench Carmen's grabbing arm up, twisting it so her shoulder was being torqued in the wrong direction as she held it up behind Carmen's back while trying to keep her locked down against her with that one leg.

Hit her. Hit her, now

Carmen took a half second to clench her fist as she reeled back and prepared to give Aegis all the force she could muster, right in the face. It was a small shame she couldn’t give the brunette something more intimate, instead of the crushing pain that her blow promised. She was into both members of Vanguard, but Aegis was swiftly worming a special little notch in her heart, and she couldn’t help but lament the way she’d been denied her pleasure throughout the match, constantly teased from the start. It was nothing personal, just the way things had shook out, and she made an unspoken vow to give the silent knight everything she was due, with interest on top.

However, right now, she needed this woman to go to sleep. Or at least be too loopy to pose a threat. The plan was a quick solid one, and it might’ve worked, except for a little problem: Aegis was very smart woman.

Carmen squawked, surprised, as a leg came up and pulled her down towards her foe’s chest, interrupting her post and bringing her close - too close. She was left without a way to strike, no way to bring down her offense on Aegis. It wasn’t the worst position, more awkward than anything, but she gathered that the point wasn’t too make her submit. No, she was trying to hold her down, give Glaive time to recoup from her hammering, and then…

Nope. Carmen had to do something, even if it wasn’t her usual something. Striking wasn’t on the table, but there was something else she could do from this position, unorthodox as it was.

With her free arm, she reached at her side and pulled her top down, just enough to expose her breasts, letting them spill out over Aegis’ face. She reached under the brunette’s head and pulled her face up, clenching it tight against her bosom to begin a sweaty smother, filling her features with flesh. At the same time, she gave her foe’s own chest the proper attention, bringing her lips to the cleavage and honoring it with slow, sensual licks. Nuzzling it, suckling it, nibbling it, giving it some of the same attention and loving that she’d heaped on Glaive a few moments ago, hoping it would all be enough to make her loosen up.

All she had to do was survive. It is what she did best. As long as she could keep going, there was no way for Carmen to get rid of her partner. Knocking Lexi down wasn't a problem, keeping her down was. If she could keep delaying Carmen, wrapping her up like this, Mackenzie would be back in the fight. The silent night shifted slightly on her back, extending her leg out a bit further to hook it a bit better around her opponent's head. It didn't seem like she was going to be able to simply force herself free at this point.

She was grinning up at Carmen, expecting her to struggle and squirm, tuckering herself out in an attempt to take control again. What she got however was unexpected and not altogether unwanted. The former champion willingly slipped down her top, giving Lexi a front row view of her chest. Bright eyed and giddy she was pulled up into the woman's welcome bosom without an ounce of protest. Her grip on both the woman's arm and head did little to weaken though as she lovingly nuzzled and kissed at Carmen's beautiful form. Her lips were limited in their reach, but they played well within their confines.

As Carmen's tongue and lips graced her exposed cleavage, she shuddered. Each small attention making her mind swirl with all the perverse pleasures the two women could be sharing right now if she simply let her go. But she wouldn’t, would she. It would be another headbutt or a punch. Filthy tease, cared far too much about the match and not her. It was disappointing in that respect, she had hoped to descend into a passionate maelstrom with Carmen but the woman continued to fight. She had to have a weakness, something she could exploit to switch off her fight response… she had to have one. Everyone she had ever fought had one.

With a soft muffled sigh her eyes fell shut as she basked in a humid space between opponents breasts. She had remained steadfast, unyielding, not giving an inch… though she wasn't working to free herself either. Air was becoming thinner, her body was becoming hotter, her panties we're becoming wetter. Lexi’s leg slipped over the back of Carmen's head just before she released the woman’s arm, trying to grip the woman's shoulders and push her off of her face to steal a gasp of air.

Mackenzie was still not doing fantastic, even with the time Lexi had bought her. Though, in watching from behind, she wasn't sure how hard she was trying to stall and how much of that was simply indulging. Good on her though, she had wanted this pretty badly. As she was, trying to grab for Carmen would be a mistake. All her opponent needed to do want pin her to be rid of the blond, Lexi had yet to climax and doubted a bit of foreplay like what the two were doing now would be enough. She had rolled around in the hay enough with the brunette to know when she wanted to hold it in, she could. That left the best option, distance, escape. Make it hard for Carmen to come for her.

The blond had been crawling down the hall until she had given herself ample room to start a slow rise. She wasn't confident in her ability to face Carmen head on, but with distance between them she could formulate a defensive line. If the former champion continued to split her focus, eventually she would fail. Both women just had to play it smart.

”Fuck…”

The word slipped out of her mouth before Carmen could do anything to stop it, as Aegis’ tongue went to work, the two of them enjoying yet another moment steaming intimacy.  They both knew the routine by now, couldn’t help but realize how this was destined to end - oh, they would have their fun, but business would have to come first. Carmen couldn’t stay still long enough to truly enjoy Aegis, and Vanguard wouldn’t be giving up another orgasm nearly as easy as the first. This was a delaying tactic on both sides.

A smart play. The right play. The boring play.  Carmen worked her tongue between the cleft of Aegis’ breast, moaning into her chest, letting her lust spill out with every heated breath. ”Lexi, right?” She slipped her tongue under the garment, sliding it around to taste the flesh beneath her top. ”Just so you know, the next 24 hours? Whatever happens, it doesn’t end with that.”

She kissed the right breast. ”One day, you won’t even know when…”

Then the left. ”...I’ll just find you, wherever you are…”

Carmen pressed her lips to the top of Aegis’ breast, running her lips over where the nipple should’ve been, seeing if she could feel the hardness through the material. ”And I’ll drag you to the nearest, darkest place we can find, and we’ll go. Right there. Making love in the shadows, all long as we can stand it.”

It was teasing talk, but it was teasing talk with a purpose. Even as she spoke, Carmen gripped Aegis tighter and tighter, even using her newly freed hand to wrap around Aegis’ head as well, keeping her hold even more secure, as she tried to ride down AJ’s struggles, looking to knock her out or come close to it. It wouldn’t mean an elimination until she made Aegis orgasm as well, but she was banking on it putting the brunette down for a while. At least long enough for her to deal with the woman she was currently staring at, Glaive.

Carmen tracked her as she moved down the hall, not forgetting her, despite all the passion. The woman still seemed to be hurting, but that didn’t mean she ceased to be a problem. There was distance between them now, and the question was what Glaive would do with. If she came charging in, Carmen was fairly certain she could rise up quick enough to meet her now that Aegis’ leg was off. Would she risk? Would she hold back?

She didn’t know, but Carmen kept her eyes forward all the same, an unbroken glare, a lioness waiting to see what her prey’s next move would be, if there would be any move at all.

Her thighs tucked it, rubbing up against one another as her knees slowly rose and fell. Her pushing at Carmen's shoulder noticeably weakened the longer she was denied her freedom. She turned her head slowly, flicking her tongue out to slip over the cushioned mounds threatening to make he pass out. She was doing the best she could to slide it over one of the woman's nipples, whining softly she couldn't wrap her lips around them, not as she was held to tight.

It all came to.a slow stop once Carmen began to speak to her. It was hard enough to hear down  below her, her constant shifting was making it difficult to listen. She moaned softly, lightly batting at the former champion's shoulder with her bound fists as she writhed with each new teasing kiss and lick at her breasts. Oh how she wanted to be free. Just to pounce this woman and her the silent knight property to do with as she pleased. Carmen was everything she wanted her to be in person and more.

Pressing her bare feet to the floor she bucked a few times, resuming her struggle as she twisted and turned, shoving up at Carmen. Had she thrashed like this earlier, when she wasn't on the verge on passing out, she likely could have freed herself. If the former champion managed to hold on, her fighting would slowly die out until she went still. Life seemed to leave her as her bound arms dropped to the floor and her legs slipped down along the floor to lay flat.

Mackenzie hadn’t been pleased, not with Lexi getting taken out, not the look Carmen was giving her. She couldn't help but smirk though. She bet the pugilist was so sure she had her in the bag now that it was one on one… perhaps, in this empty hall. She took careful steps back. Rising to stand tall and beckon Carmen to follow, not leaving just yet to make sure she didn't stay to try and do anything with Lexi while the brunette was helpless.

If Carmen rose to give chase, she would continue to back down the hall, cupping her breasts in both hands to give them a taunting jiggle at her. “You want me? Come get me, sugartits.” The moment she was certain she was being pursued, she would turn and running, making for the nearest locker room. She didn't much care if it was the male or female one, she simply ducked inside, with enough of a head start she aimed to hide herself quickly to hopefully get the drop on Carmen when she finally caught up.

Carmen’s eyes shifted from her quarry to the woman underneath, trying her best to not stray too long and give Glaive an opening. It wasn’t the easiest thing, to divide her attention like this, when both of the women were so worth it. Glaive was a bright beauty, standing there with her chest in the fresh air and her glimmering hair and those sparkling eyes of hers. Aegis, well…

‘Adorable’ was an adjective that came to mind. ‘Cute’, ‘dangerous’, ‘sensual’, those all worked, too, but she was mostly interested in a single, four-letter word, one she whispered while Aegis faded into the darkness.

”Mine.”

The word came out with a shudder, quivering all of while she savored every little twitch, every struggle, relished the domination as controlled the brunette’s breathing, denying her the most basic need. Carmen wasn’t big into smothering, but she certainly saw the appeal to it, feeling Aegis’ lips fighting for breath that simply wasn’t there, riding down her struggles, and oh, she couldn’t forget the added bonus of having Glaive there, watching as her friend withered.

Yes. Tonight would have some experimentation, she was sure.

Aegis’ struggles settled after a few more moments, laying her out, and Carmen was quick to get back on her feet and start moving after Glaive. The silent knight was out, but she doubted it would be for any longer than a minute, if that long. She, the camera, and the referee bolted after her as she took off. Carmen’s feet were still a bit wobbly, but she managed to catch up soon enough, turning a corner to find… ”Meirda.”

She hissed the word under her breath when she found herself looking down an empty, Glaive-less hallway. Had she gotten that far ahead? The lighting wasn’t that good on this side of the building, nothing but a few dim overheads. There were the lockerooms, though, and she swore she could hear something coming from the women’s…

Carmen made her way inside, feet sliding over the cold tiles and took a look about. Rows of lockers, the showers, the stalls, the sauna that only seemed to work properly every other day...plenty of places she could hide. Blind spots all over. The camerawoman and the referee came in after her, and she took a moment to step back and lock the door one they were clear. Just the two of them, for the time being.

She stayed low and started moving through the locker room, scanning left and right as she moved, staying on the balls of her feet, ready to move at a moment’s notice. She was close now, had to be, but where...

As Carmen moved through the aisles of lockers, she would find one of Mackenzie's boots discarded on the floor. Wherever she was, she was moving quietly. The light hum of AC and odd creaks and metallic ticks that normally filled the room with ambience. She had come into the room, clearly she hadn't somehow left.

Mackenzie was busy setting herself up for success. Unlike Carmen, she had a decent idea of where the other woman was. Yes, it was true the former champion was trying to be stealthy, but in the absence of the blond being in view, the camera woman and referee were tailing behind the pugilist, giving her a rather good estimation of where they all were.

Pressed to the cool walls within the shower area, she waited patiently until just the right moment to peek out, finding the cost clear. She darted out from the open arch, ducking behind a row of lockers, sneaking her way around Carmen and her overly loud entourage. She crept up behind the camera woman, waiting until Carmen slipped around a corner to make her move.

Mackenzie threw the plastic shower curtain she had torn down up and over, attempting to tug it down over Carmen like dressing her for a poor child’s Halloween party. She would kick a foot out at the back of Carmen's knee, trying to trip her up as she tied the ends together, wrapping her up so she didn't have the ability to fight back.

Shoveling Carmen away, she gripped the length of the boot she hadn't left behind, brandishing it light a flail as she swung it in a violent arc, taking cheap shots at the former champion to attempt to beat her to the ground with the hard heel of her footwear. “How nice of you to join me!”

This brought back memories, strange as it sounded in Carmen’s head. Hide and Seek had been a favorite game of Army’s from their childhood, and she often wounded up playing it while she babysat him and Felina. It was a fun time, chasing them all over the house, looking for the nooks and crannies they slipped into, listening for the sounds of them giggling.

But she wasn't good at it. And sadly, her skills had not improved with age.

She thought she could hear light tapping about the room, but couldn’t center on any real footsteps, and she learned why that was when she came across Glaive’s crimson boot. Going barefoot, just like her partner. Clever. Tricky. She was probably trying to set up an ambush, but Carmen was fairly certain she could kill that idea in the crib if she kept her head on a swivel.

This notion was proven false when Glaive got the jump on her anyway, moving more like a ninja than a knight. Carmen had just enough time to look over her shoulder and see the shroud coming over her body, a split second before the curtain engulfed her and a kick followed swiftly after, bringing her to a knee.

Carmen flailed about, swung her arms around, panic and surprise taking over for a moment, and that was the only moment Glaive needed. Something hard and heavy - a boot, if she had to guess - crashed against her skull, and pure pain followed soon after, smashing against her head, over and over.

Priorities. She needed to get this wrap off, first and foremost, so that was what she focused on as she crawled forward. She had one up, trying to block the blows to the back of her skull as best she could, while she pawed and pulled at the curtain, attempting to yank it off. But each strike made that task harder, and soon she was on her chest, struggling just to keep moving, with the task only half done.

Mackenzie may not have been a Olympic medalist, or a hardcore brawler, but she was resourceful. In a fair fight, blow for blow, she could never stand up against Carmen, so she had to even think odds a bit. In some respects, the former champion's stipulation helps her as an individual. She could still feel the ache and strain from those punches Carmen hammered into her, a painful reminder every time she swung her boot down into the woman driving her further and further down to the floor.

The blond tossed her footwear aside, driving her heel down in a hard stomp to what she assumed was Carmen’s back. “You had your turn… now it's mine!” Mackenzie rounded on the covered woman, shoving a hand up under the curtain to grasp for the waistband of her pants. Her other hand clenched the curtain itself near her opponent's neck. She heaved, trying to drag Carmen along with her taking a few long strides to let her fly from her fingers to throw the woman up against the lockers.

Mackenzie would hurry up behind the still covered woman, with no real way to tell what she was grabbing. Her arms reached out and around, trying to hug the woman close from what she assumed was her waist. If she locked the two of them in, she would lurch backwards, trying to snap the woman back over her head in a German suplex, attempting to drive her opponent directly on to one of the mounted benches between rows of lockers.