Vanguard vs. Carmen Rodriguez - Beyond the Bounds

There was no way for Glaive to tell what she was kicking at the moment, but if she was aiming for Carmen’s back, then she was a lucky woman - she was hitting right on target. Her spine was already aching from half a dozen things she’d endured over the past ten or so grueling minutes, and having it repeatedly struck wasn’t making her feel any better. Clearly.

When Glaive finally, finally eased up, Carmen was a sweaty mess underneath the shower curtain, scarcely able to stand without assistance. Assistance that her opponent provided, of course, in the roughest, most painful way possible.

She was lifted up, and the panic set in the instant she felt her feet leaving the floor, knocking what was coming next. Desperate, she thrashed about in mid-move, reaching out in the vain hope that she might grab something, anything, that could save her.

She couldn’t grab hold of anything. Up, over, and down she went.

Carmen came down on something hard and wooden, a bench if she had to guess, hitting with enough force to nearly crack it underneath her weight. That was where she stayed for the moment, too, laid on on top of it, leg dangling over both sides, clamping her teeth down hard to keep her screams inside. It was all she could do to reach down and try to pull the shower curtain off. It wouldn’t save her from the damage that was incoming, sure, but at least she’d be able to see it before it happened.

Mackenzie's fingers curled, hooking one another to lock her arms around the covered woman. Her arms tightened, tucking in tight just under Carmen's breasts giving her a decent idea of where she had grabbed, which just so happened to be the perfect location. The space was limited .aking it less than ideal for throwing someone around, but when a safe landing wasn't on the menu it worked great. Bracing her feet, she ripped Carmen away from the lockers, arching her body to drive the former champion down into the benches with as much force as she could muster. The sound was sickening, but marked a successful execution.

The blond was left on the floor, but quickly rose herself back up just in time to watch Carmen peel the curtain aside. She was more than happy to replace it however, trying to throw her leg over the former champion's body to stand with the woman between them. Clapping her hands together, she smiled down at the Carmen as she interlaced her fingers, raising her clenched fists to the ceiling. “Lets soften you back up…”

Mackenzie brought her fists down together, attempting to hammer them into Carmen's midsection with a series of axe handle smashes, trying to pound the air of of the woman's lungs to make her easy pickings. The blond could have been trying to tenderize her for to end it, but she wasn't pushing to finish things yet. Carmen had stolen an orgasm from her, granted, she had more or less asked for it, she simply wishes to return the favor. It wasn't a matter of pleasure so much as it was one of pride. She was a hentai wrestler after all, she wasn't about to let this woman show her up. “What’s your safe word?” If the pugilist was unable to defend herself from her onslaught, she would attempt to grab hold of the woman's head and try to slam it back into the bench.

With the curtain gone, Carmen blinked to focus her vision once more and took in deep gulps of air, doing her best to refill her lungs. The locker room didn’t have the best ventilation at the moment, its air condition turned off and the sauna door left open, heated spreading throughout. The smell of sweat was thick in the air, mixed in with the slight scent of sex - if Carmen had to guess, the previous users had a rousing hentai match. Either that, or they’d practiced for one in the showers.

Whatever the case, that was the taste sticking to the back of Carmen’s throat, hampering her every breath. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, and she would’ve needed a minute to collect herself if she’d been alone.

But she wasn’t alone. She had Glaive. All of the sudden, the blonde was standing over her like some sweet, beautiful goddess of vengeance, casting her shadow over Carmen’s body, and she knew the pain was coming.

Glaive’s axe handle crashed into Carmen’s stomach with brutal force, slicing past the muscles to the meat underneath. Her abs were hard, honed from countless hours of stringent training, smooth and flat and pleasant on the lips, if her second girlfriend was to be believed...but they weren’t invincible, and the smiling blonde proved that with each strike. Carmen jerked about, thrashing from side to side, all while the referee looked on to make sure a pin wasn’t about to occur.

Thankfully, that didn’t seem to be on Glaive’s immediate agenda, but it didn’t mean she was getting off light, either. Just as Carmen was trying to muster her will for some defense, her head was sent down hard, crashing against the bench and forcing a restart on her brain. Her eyelids shut down and her hands went up to caress her battered head, too stunned to muster much of a defense.

But not so stunned that she couldn’t answer the question. ”’Trust’, usually. Sometimes I go with the ‘red, yellow, green.’ Probably just use taps for Aegis. You?”

She was curious. Pain be damned.

“Lilacs.” Mackenzie responded rather nonchalantly, answering without missing a beat… including another smash down at Carmen. Her looming sweat slicked body blocked out the overhead lighting, giving her a faint halo-like glow. “Let's get some more room.” The blond leaned down, roughly forcing a kiss down on the former champion's lips, depriving her gulps of much need air while she climbed off of her.

Her reached out to grasp the woman by the shoulder and the waistband of her pants. Tearing herself away, she tugged at Carmen’s lower lip with a deep purr. Pulling back, she trudged forward, attempting to drag the pugilist along the bench until they reached the end, trying to toss her off the raised seating to hurl her into the showers.

Mackenzie would follow after with a slow sexy saunter, rounding on Carmen like a predatory animal. “Shame Lexi isn't going to get you again before I finish things off. I will let her have a few hours lone with you after we are done here.” She took a hopping step towards the pugilist to close distance, attempting to snap a hard kick at her side to roll her towards the shower stalls. If one wasn't enough, she would take up a few steps before charging in for a second. She seemed to be trying to limit the woman's mobility by corralling her into the tight space.

”Lilacs.” Not bad. Quick, easy to remember, hard to confuse with grunts or moans. ”Good-”

Glaive interrupted Carmen’s compliment with another crushing blow to the chest, followed by a heated kiss - and she swore, she couldn’t tell which of those two things turned her on more. She moaned into the tormentress’ mouth, slid their tongues along each other as the blonde had her way. It wouldn’t last long, she knew it, but she would get every ounce of pleasure that she could before the pain came back into play.

When Glaive pulled away, Carmen’s lips followed after hers, as if they might steal one last sliver of contact, but that was on the menu for the moment. Instead, she was introduced to the floor in the roughest way possible, nearly tumbling into the referee as she was hurled off the bench. She rolled, once and twice, then started to push her way back up, hoping to at least get into a stand. Glaive’s kick nixed that idea.

The blow sent her rolling once more, head over heels, coming to a stop with her knees on the floor. Good distance, but not good enough, because Glaive was quick to come in again for another. She wanted them in the showers, it seemed.

Fine. They’d go there. But not the way she wanted.

This time, Carmen raised her hands and caught the kick by the ankles, wrapping it tight under her shoulder. She shrieked, an Amazon’s war cry, and turned her body into a wild spin, whipping around to careering into the shower stall with a dragon screw legwhip.

Mackenzie’s foot dug into Carmen’s side, kicking her as she would have tried to slam a soccer ball into the stands. Watching the woman tumble away felt empowering, especially after she had gotten utterly destroyed a few minutes ago in the hall. She wasn't quite where she wanted to send her, yet. She tapped her toes on the floor, rolling her ankle to work out a bit of the sting from kicking her opponent so hard.

She slapped her foot to the floor, dragging the bottom of her foot to the floor like a stereotypical charging bull. For herself and perhaps the people watching, a bit of showmanship with no real strategic value. She came charging in, eyes narrowed, arms pumping. With a help step forward she shot her leg back in the air and threw it forward as she landed, looking to finish the job she had started.

Her expression immediately changed as her leg was caught, barely haven't any time to register what had happened before she was being dragged forward, thrown to the floor. She bounced against the tile floor, back slamming into the shower stall she had been attempting to corner Carmen in.

She let out a low howl of.pain, arching her back against the cold tiles. She tucked in her free leg, thrusting it out at Carmen to try and crack the woman with her heel as many times as she could manage, where she hit her didn't matter. She was just looking to stagger the woman if possible, enough to attempt to throw her legs up around her head to drag her to the floor with a headscissor.

Up, up, away Glaive went, flopping about on the floor after the successfully executed dragon screw. While Carmen was ambivalent at best when it came to the concept of higher powers, times like this made her reconsider the faith. There was an alternate history of this fight, where Vanguard had come a couple years earlier and taken her on before her wrestling skills had fully developed. In that world, she’d likely gone down after about five minutes, outwrestled and dragged off with ease. Not the worst outcome, but not what she was going for.

In this world, she’d been working to catch her wrestling skill up to her striking skill, and while it wasn’t on the same level just yet, it was good enough to save her every now and then.

Plus, the look Glaive’s face when she went flying was a thing of beauty. Carmen hoped the cameraman got a good angle on it.

She was on top now, she was about to move on top of Glaive and seize control, when the woman’s barefeet rammed her face hard and nixed that idea quick. She dropped down, the blond’s legs came up, and she found herself in a familiar position, as soft, supple thighs came around her head and turned to iron.

Carmen grit her teeth and thrashed about in the scissorhold, twisting this way and that. The referee came over and kneeled nearby, watching for a pinned shoulder, but she wasn’t in any position to go for that - the floor was too slippery, she couldn’t find the purchase to stack Glaive. For the moment, she had to settle for just getting her head straight, rubbing her face against the blonde’s groin while she struggled, and reached around to give her ass a fierce slap, digging her nails into the tender flesh right after. Just to keep things hot.

”You like...my head between your legs that much?”

Mackenzie pressed a palm to the wall, using it to brace herself from sliding over or being shoved back into the shower walls. They don't have much space to work with, which had been by her design, though she had other things in mind at the time. She would take this for now though. Her fingers rubbed over the top of Carmen's bristly hair, palming the back of her head like a basketball.

“Don't feel too flattered, I like quite a few things between my legs, you are free to try to persuade me why you’re one of the better ones though.” She gave a cheeky little wink. With that, the blond pulled Carmen's head forward, attempting to bury the woman's face in her crotch as her legs flexed around her head, trying to hook her calls up behind her neck and clamp in for an unconventional smother.

The knight in red bit her lip lightly, rolling his hips to grind herself up against Carmen’s face, her previously soaked panties roaming up against the woman's features. Her back arched with a small groan as Carmen dug her fingers into her backside to give it a fierce raking. “It will all be over soon, then it will all begin right. I think I am going to use you as a guinea pig for some of my new hentai submissions tonight. It will be fun to see how long you can last.”

The scent of Glaive’s arousal filled Carmen’s nose, mesmerizing her with the heady aroma, lighting a fire in her nostrils. It wasn’t just the scent itself - she’d smelled similar things all the time, was quite accustomed to it. But having it along with the blonde’s moans triggered so many fiery memories, made her relive their passionate exchange from a few minutes ago. It was as if she was there and here at the same time, as if Glaive was taking over her mind.

This was an easy woman to get lost in. She ground against Carmen’s face, and she accepted the treatment with an open mouth and a wandering tongue, pressing against her panties, trying to slip underneath and taste the sweet skin. Even with the crushing pressure on her skull, the moan Carmen made was for pleasure, not pain. Ecstasy was taking over

But if Glaive thought it would be enough to dampen Carmen’s fire, she was as wrong as she could get. The taste, the smell, the feel of the soaking sex on her face only reminded her of the prize. The want. The need.

Carmen used it for fuel and started to push her way up. She planted one foot on the floor, then another, and began to rise up, lifting Glaive along with her. It was a slow process, and for a moment it looked as if she might falter and fail - but then she surged upwards, gripping her foe’s fulsome backside as she rose and gripping tight.

Carmen reached full height, lifted Glaive’s body above her head, then kicked her legs out and let gravity handle the rest. She dropped to the floor, landing in a sit with her legs spread out, and she slammed her opponent’s back down between them. Full force, full weight, full power.

Mackenzie giggled softly, shifting her hips from side to side before rolling them up again Carmen, seeking out the best way to milk her tight hold over the woman while she had her. Aside from pressing up against her and the bump of what she assumed was the woman's tongue, she wasn't putting up too much of a fight. “Mmm… just hold still and it will be over soon.” The blond breathed out a cool sigh as she used the former champion's face as her personal pleasure device.

When Carmen started to push up, she was met with resistance. Mackenzie tucked her body in, bending the other woman's head back painfully as she pushed off the wall to secure herself. “Lay down, and take it.” She had a commanding tone to her voice as her fingers clenched the top of Carmen's head, trying to keep her under control.

They were rising… Slow at first, but once Carmen gained footing it came faster, getting a yelp out of Mackenzie as her position of power on the floor became a percariously perch. She released the pugilist’s head, her hands reaching out for anything to grab onto. One found the shower head above while the other, tracing along the wall, gripped the handle shower, wrenching it open by mistake as she was hoisted up. Water rained down on the both of them, an attempt to show the slippery flow was cut short when she was pulled past it.

“I don't think so…” The blond hissed softly, voice nearly drowned out by the water. She knew what she was in for, what Carmen was planning. She clapped a hand behind the woman’s head, drawing back her arm to rain down stiff punches at the top of the woman's head, not looking to let her finish setting up her move. She thought she was making progress, that she could topple the former champion here and now and finish her off. In her mind it seemed so simple.

And then she was slammed down into the floor. The wet slap of her bare back against the tile impacted so fiercely it rattled the stall, the tiles audibly clattered as cracks rippled outward from where she was planted, popping a few from the grout. Mackenzie was frozen in wide eyed shock, only blinking when droplets of water rebounded off their bodies and hit her eyes. Her arms hung out of the stall, limp along the ground as she remained motionless, legs dangling in the air.