Vanguard vs. Carmen Rodriguez - Beyond the Bounds

Water fell all around them, a cool, refreshing blast that grew hotter with each passing second. It was enough to soak them both right away, cascading all over Carmen’s tanned skin, sticking to Glaive’s ripe, upturned breasts, making her skin shine in the pale lights. She laid there, her arms outstretched and her body frozen rigid, with the floor cracking underneath her, and it was as if time slowed for a moment to make the scene last longer. In this golden instant, Carmen was living inside a painting.

It had only been a few moments ago that she’d been struggling to lift this woman up, fighting with every fading vestige of her strength to pull off the feat.  Glaive hadn’t made it easy, and Carmen’s face was still sore from all the blows she’d taken on the eye. The blonde must’ve known what was coming, because she fought like her life depended on.

If she had bruises, she had bruises. Carmen endured, pulled through, and lowered the boom on Glaive, putting all she had in the climatic crash. Now? Now, it was over.

A small part of her hated that. Glaive was such an amazing appointment, even without Aegis flanking her. Resilient, but skill. Sultry, but smart. Even without the hentai, she would’ve been a formidable foe, but with it she was downright deadly. Where had two women like this been hiding all her life?

She didn’t just want to know them, she wanted to simply know them. But for that to happen on her own terms, she had to win.

With Glaive already on her back, the next step was obvious. She wrapped an arm around that soft, creamy leg of hers, gripped it tight, and leaned forward to create the pin. At the same time, she reached over with her other arms and ran a hand down that lovely slick chest of hers, groping and pinching and rubbing as she pleased, examining the prized treasure.

She whispered, her voice scarcely carrying over the shower, a message just for Glaive. ”Have you ever been ravaged so thoroughly you couldn’t stand?”

The referee paid that little mind as she came in for the pin. She hesitated at first, not wanting to get wet, but she decided not to care after a moment and dropped to her knees for the count. ”1…!”

Mackenzie’s mouth hung open as she managed short shallow breaths. The faintest movement, even something as simple as taking in air made it feel as though her insides were swelling and collapsing in on themselves. She had taken many bad bumps in her day. Spills from the top top to the outside, trips through tables… there was only one time she could recall feeling this utterly destroyed, and it was to the champion of her former promotion. In hindsight she should have fought smarter… harder…

The blond winced, her groan of pain coming out high pitched like a creaking door in need of oiled hings as her legs were folded up onto her, Carmen taking position to pin her down. She had already forced an orgasm out of her… this was it. She was going to finish her right now, like this…

The water had begun to pool around them leaving her in a rising layer of moisture. Her back was plugging the drain, letting the water build around them and soak into her hair. The warm water was… nice. A small but subtle point of enjoyment I. This stall so readily filled with her anguish.

Carmen's question sent a chill running down her spine… assuming she still hat one after that powerbomb. Had she ever been? Not in the way Carmen was proposing, no. The woman's tone, no longer than an intimate whisper made it sound so enticing though. She had certainly left her fair share of women, and men for that matter, exhausted and broken in all the best ways. “N...neh…” was all she could manage, she wasn't even sure it was loud enough to hear.

The first count fell.

The blond’s fingers twitched, slowing flexing the feeling of blood back into them. If she could move those… maybe… she closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath that threatened to make her burst as her body protested the expanse of her lungs against her battered insides.

“Two!”

Surrender would have been the easy route. Live to fight another day… not that the match was over with her. Still, she didn't want to go down like this. Having her own hubris reversed into a killing move. She couldn't give up, she owed it to herself and Lexi to fight as long and hard as she could.

As the final count fell, she let out a shriek of determination laced with the pain that came with any movement, let alone her throwing a shoulder up, trying to flop herself to the side to break the pinfall. She had next to nothing left to give, her only hope lay with Lexi finding them to save her.

If Carmen had to pick between the two, she would say that Aegis was her favorite member of Vanguard. It would be a hard, grueling choice, one that she wouldn’t make in haste, and she was all too glad that, regardless of what happened tonight, it was a decision she wouldn’t have to make. But something about the brunette kept intriguing her. Even now, even with Glaive demanding her attention, thoughts kept coming back to the silent knight and her redoubtable fighting style, her sly sadism, her raw lust…

But Glaive had more than a few charms, too, and Carmen learned of a new one in this very moment - her endurance.

It all should’ve been over. Carmen had her down and pinned, demolishing her after that powerbomb, utterly wrecking her and the floor underneath. She could’ve counted the women and men in the AFW capable of surviving such a blow on hand, and she might not even need to bust out a thumb. She wouldn’t have put Glaive in that number.

And she would’ve been wrong. The struggle was small, sure, but the movement itself surprised Carmen enough to make her jump. Glaive had a spark. A tiny, sliver of a spark, but a spark all the same. She might have even mistook it for a spasm, if not for the defiant shriek. When the shock wore off, Carmen just shook her head and exchanged a glance with the equally aghast referee, a sad, but loving smile on her face. There was only one way to go from here.

Carmen kept hold of Glaive’s leg and used it to roll her over - slow, gentle, careful. With her lying prone on her chest, she crawled over the blond’s back, letting her chest press against her every inch of the way, their slick skin touching at every point. She only came to a stop when her head was above her finished foe’s, and she leaned down, down, down, to press her lips against Glaive’s ear.

”You are an amazing wrestler, Mackenzie.” There was lust in her voice, but respect, too, meaning every word. ”Sleep well. You’ve earned it.”

She lifted Glaive’s head up, caring for it as if it were the most precious treasure, and wrapped her arms around that supple neck of her, applying a tight rear naked choke. Carmen put more and more pressure into the hold with each passing second, riding down any struggles with her weight, grinding their bodies together the whole time. Through it all, she tried to make Glaive’s slumber a peaceful one, running her tongue along the worthy woman’s ear, giving her a fresh set of moans and sighs to take with her. Just a little preview for what she would have to look forward to when she awoke.

Mackenzie's s arm remained raised and an angle, limp wristed, finger partially curled in a relaxed state. She clung to a simple hope that if she could just maintain her raised shoulder and willed one arm to keep its form, perhaps she could manage the rest of her body to listen. She panted in short strained breathes, unable to manage a longer heavier inhale with her battered back.

She winced, eyelids fluttering as she was slowly turned over. She made a soft sound of protest even as she was eased onto her chest on the warm wet tiles. Her legs spread to the side as they were let go, feet pushing against the corner of the stall to somehow escape. The blond’s fingers pawed T the small lip of the shower, trying to grip the small raised area to try a different pull herself forward.

Carman’s slow climb up onto her back had caused any and all of her efforts to flee to be met with failure, the weight of her alone seemed far too much for her to even begin to move in her weakened state. Mackenzie let out a soft strained exhale as the tops of her fingers slipped from their purchase and her small kicks with her feet did nothing but echo in the stall.

She seemed to understand what was coming, her eyes slowly closing as Carmen whispered to her. Her teeth dragged her bottom lip in, biting down on it as the woman's tone gave her a slight sense of anticipation mixed in with looming dread. She pushed back against the former champion's weight, her chest dragging along the groves in the tiles and grout.

Mackenzie whined softly as Carmen’s arm wrapped around her throat, pulling her up into a grinding embrace. Her fingers curled up over the other woman's forearm, clutching at her lightly, seemingly unable to tighten her grip any further. The blond still, despite this seemed to be trying to pry herself free. Her legs slipped along the wet floor in her fruitless struggle as she clung to consciousness.

As first she had tried to turn her head away from Carmen's tongue but soon her fingers slowly lost their strength and her legs stilled and with it the last of her resistance. With a slow soft exhale she eased into the former champion's grasp focusing her last moments of the small bit of pleasure she could derive from her captors touch. Her eyelids lifted slightly, though darkness seemed to engulf her regardless leaving her with Carmen's sweet moans guiding her into unconconscious.

The referee had leaned herself back in an attempt to shield herself from the cascading waters, still finding herself slowly soaked by the faint mist forming off the two women before her. She observed in silence, her palms lightly running up and down along her thighs as she waited. When the blond’s body finally went motionless and seemed limp within Carmen’s grasp, she leaned into the showers spray with one hand held to her brow to shield her eyes. Taking hold of the blond’s wrists she raised the woman's arm up and let it fall to the tiles.

She followed this same procedure once more, watching it hit the floor with a light splash.

The third and final time, Mackenzie’s hand hit the ground.

“She’s out.” she murmured softly to herself. With a bit of hesitance the official gave Carmen a light touch on her shoulder, motioning to release the hold. “Glaive is eliminated. Break it up.” she would stand herself up once the former champion complied, happy to be free from the shower.

Glaive didn’t go quietly into the good night. She was a  fighter, a true warrior, every bit the knight that she pretended to be in her own, special way. Carmen could feel the life leaving her body as she rode down the struggles, could sense her pounding heart as it desperately searched for air that wasn’t coming. Their hips bucked against each pressed grind, their skin molded together, and even now, there was something intense and alluring between them, a raw electricity that crackled with contact.

”Sleep.” Carmen pleaded. ”Sleep.” Carmen demanded.

Subtle and slight, still and serene, the life ebbed away from Glaive’s body, flowing out as she accepted her fate. Leaving nothing to chance, she kept the hold on as the referee did her count, waiting it out until everything was made official. Carmen eased up the moment - the exact moment - the referee confirmed her to be out, allowing her to flop freely to the floor.

After a quick tug on the handle to turn the shower off, Carmen flipped Glaive over to her back, hauling her unconscious body over, letting the full light spill over her glimmering form. Even in the middle of this match, Carmen had to take a moment to admire her, looking with a tinge of wonder. Wet, speckled with grime from the floor, her hair a tattered mess and half-naked. She was still a vision of beauty despite all that - or maybe because of it. Sexy beyond belief, and she’d challenged her with a handicap on top? This could so easily have gone the other way, time after time.

But this was not over. Not yet. Not close.

Carmen pushed her way up and exchanged silent nods with the referee, an unspoken confirmation that she was at the halfway point, one half of Vanguard defeated. As she moved towards the locker room exit, though, she trudged long, staggering every now and then, breathing heavy. The match had taken a toll, and the woman dragging herself to the door was a battered husk of the one who’d kicked this all off. Every ache was catching up with her. Dehydration was setting in. Her body was on the downswing, and she had one devilish imp left to deal with.

The good news was that she wouldn't have to worry about Glaive at her back.The bad news was Aegis seemed likea decent challenge when Carmen was at 100%, and right not she was 40% at best. An uphill battle was on the other side of that door, bbut she couldn’t stay here, could she? Would she want to, even if she could?

That was a solid ‘no’. So, after a haggard, raspy breath, Carmen clicked the lock and shoved the door open, stepping onto the cold floor of the hallway with saggy feet and no clue what would be coming her way next. Maybe she would get lucky, and Aegis hadn’t figured out where they were yet? Maybe she’d still be tied up?

Yeah. Maybe.

It wasn't readily apparent if Lexi knew where the two woman had gone, but as Carmen stepped out into the hall it was easy to assume the woman had been preparing. Light poured out from the locker room into the darkened hall. The overhead lights had been switched off, the long corridor cleared of life. Coming from a lot room to pitch darkness required the former champion's eyes to adjust, which was all part the plan of attack for the silent knight.

The sound of rolling thunder filled the hall. Heavy wheels on the smoothed floor, one occasionally skipping with a sudden jerk to the side. A colorless metal platform hand truck, loaded with production crates was barreling down the hall on a crash course with Carmen.

Behind it, a grinning Lexi who was running along to keep up as it picked up speed until it began to outpace her. She hopped forward, clinging to the back with one foot planted between the bars, kicking her free leg out to add a bit of extra speed to the careening mass of boxes and crates haphazardly zig zag going down the hall right at the former champion. The blue clad night threw up an arm, gesturing as if pulling on the horn of a train as she tried to steer the next cart into her opponent to run her down.

Dark.

What?” That was the first word that escaped Carmen’s lips when she came out of the locker room, followed close by the camerawoman and the referee. She didn’t even know the Tension building had lights that could be turned off that way, thought they were on some kind of timer, but here she was, looking down a darkened corridor, with nothing but the pale light behind her and the camera’s glow.

Alone. Until she suddenly wasn’t. Until she heard a faint rumbling, growing louder by the second. Until she saw a giant mass barreling down the halls, coming at her with terrifying speed, and saw that smiling devil of a conductor behind it. ”Oh.” She took a step back, eyes widened, as the realization of her situation sunk into her oversexed brain. ”Oh!”

Carmen turned and ran, though calling what she did a ‘run’ would’ve too generous. Tired, her feet slippery, her legs aching, she could only manage a weak, stumbling gait, not nearly fast enough to avoid the oncoming onslaught. Not even close. ”Shit-”

Aegis crashed into Carmen behind, carrying her with the impact for a moment before she rolled off in a mad tumble. She hit the floor and kept rolling until she smacked into the wall, and came to a rest on her back, hissing and groaning and muttering curses in three languages.

Hurting, it was all she could do for the moment to try and sit up, ignoring the protests of her spine.

The faint light spilling into the corridor caught the metal lined edges of the equipment crates causing a sharp otherworldly going to ride down the length of the out of control cart. With an echoee bang, it struck the wall with its side, grating against the painted stonework so hard chips flicked out around the point of contact. The referee grabbed hold of the camera staff, yanking them back into the locker room just as the cart came screaming path, threatening to flatten anyone in its path to Carmen.

Lexi at its helm twisted the metal push bar, pretending to throttle the unpowered vehicle up as if she were revving a motorcycle. Leaning from one side to the other with sudden jerks, she managed some rudimentary form of steering treating it almost as if she was sledding. It had gotten to the point where she could no longer keep up kicking at the ground contain speed, so she tucked her foot up onto the back rail to ride along.

She might as well have hit Carmen with a car, slamming into he from behind hard enough to send the woman sprawling. Thankfully she hadn't been knocked down and run over completely, otherwise things would have likely concluded rather quickly. Lexi’s eyes shined with catlike luminescence, following the tumble of her fallen for as the cart came speeding past.

With a shove, she hopped off, hitting the ground in a Sprint to keep herself from comically falling on her face from the momentum. While she slowed greatly, rounding back to walk towards Carmen, the platform hand truck continued down the hall for quite awhile until crashing into the distant intersection. The contents tumbled out over the floor, making the corridor far harder to get by without some careful climbing, not that she intended to go back to the ring.

Lexi slipped her hands behind her back, skipping cheerfully up the hall back to where Carmen had been laid out. She was smiling, rather proud of herself for a well laid trap, after most of her others had fallen so flat. She had tracked the two to the locker room rather quickly, after a quick frantic search in the wrong direction she happened upon a live feed on one of the screens backstage. She had initially tried to break into the locker room but found it locked, so went about setting up her own plan for if Mackenzie failed. It had been fun to watch, she honestly thought Carmen was done for until she turned things around. She hadn't stayed to watch the full submission on her friend, instead she scurried to the breaker box to shut down power numerically until the balls had gone dark, and waited.

Carmen was trying to get up already. Lexi sucked her lips in with excitement, seemingly happy the girl still had some fight left in her. Her light playful skipping quickly became a sprint as she dashed towards the former champion. Vaulting forward at the last minute she came in low, legs tucked in, knees pointed toward to make herself a living bullet to crash into Carmen. If she managed to flatten the girl back out, she would spread her thighs on top of her opponent, trying to press her knees and shins down along or across Carmen’s arms to pin them down while she perched on the woman's chest.

She grinned wide looking down at Carman, hands raised in view. One by one her fingers curled inward forming a balled fist, making sure the woman beneath her was watching the display. Her bright eyes never left the former champion, even as she brought each fist to her lips to place a small kiss on her own knuckles.  While punching wasn't her style really, it was Carmen’s. She had wished she found a pair of boxing gloves somewhere in the back, just to have a bit more fun with the woman, but her time had been limited so it was going to have to be this instead. Without further stalling, she twisted her upper body, taking hard hook swings down at Carmen’s head, alternating lefts and rights.

It had been three, maybe four years ago. Carmen couldn’t be sure, getting run over by a hand truck hadn’t done wonders for her longterm memory.

Still, the broad strokes were clear enough. She and Lorenza Saldano had met for a final match to decide their long standing feud, deciding to end it all and break the tie with a hardcore match, in the broken down building that she’d later convert into her gym. The two of them waged war in that dark, decrepit place, beating each other up the stairs and down the stair and with every blunt object they could get their hands on. It was a hellish ordeal, one that left Carmen drained in ways she thought she never would be again.

Until now. The Carmen Rodriguez laying on the floor now was every bit as damaged as the one from that hardcore match, beaten and broken and drained and damaged by Vanguard. Her limit was being reached, her reserves were failing.

And, for some reason, she couldn’t stop laughing.

It had started a little bit after she was crashed into and went tumbling, a little giggle at the silliness of it all. But it kept going and going, getting stronger even as she groaned in her attempts to rise. Weird, yes, but the more Carmen thought about it, the more it made sense: she’d simply never had this much fun in a match before.

She was just managing to get it under control when she saw a lithe figure coming at her through the gloom, bounding forward at full tilt into the camera’s light. Carmen had just enough time to process what was about to happen before it occurred, and Aegis’ knees came crashing into her chest, flattening her and ending the attempt to sit up. The blue beauty wasn’t heavy by any stretch, but you didn’t need much weight to have an impact when you moved like that.

Carmen tried to struggle, made an attempt to get her shoulders up, but she was only able to keep her shoulders from being pinned. Not enough to escape. Not enough to stop the smiling knight above from what she was prepping her fists for. Carmen could see up the full length of her body, take in every enticing curve, feel the flesh against her bare shoulders. It all made her heart race.

Carmen gave Aegis a kiss on the thigh. She was ready.

In came the punches, hard, heavy, hectic. Aegis could’ve done with some training in her strikes, losing too much power in the rotation, sacrificing force and accuracy for speed, but it didn’t matter much at the moment. Just about anyone could knock out anyone else if they punched them in the face enough, and Aegis had unrestricted access.

One came down on her right eye, forced it closed. A guaranteed bruise.

One came down on her lip. Bleeding, she could taste it.

One came down on her nose, not enough to break it. Definitely swelling, though, with a trickle of blood.

It was all Carmen could could do to endure and hold on to consciousness, waiting it out, hoping Aegis would cease after a while. How long, she had no way of saying.

Lexi rained down blows rather indiscriminately, taking full advantage of her position to beat as much of the fight out of Carmen as she could. It had gotten to the point however that her own knuckles were starting to show signs of trans, scratched and speckled with some of her own blood from where the skin had been worn raw. No wrappings, no gloves, and hands not hardened for such fighting, she would eventually stop, clapping her hands a bit at the wrist to try and work some feeling back into them.

She looked down at her handiwork, slowly pushing herself up off Carmen, rising to her side. The silent knight reached down, trying to guide the other woman to her feet, dragging her if needed. The brunette would attempt to stand the former champion upright against the wall, waiting to make sure she could remain like that before letting go and stepping back.

After everything Carmen had been through up until this point, and not having been run down and beaten to a pull, it seemed like Lexi was finally ready to fight her straightforward while the former champion was possibly at her weakest. The blue clad woman took a few steps back, fists raised in a stance that mirrored Carmen’s own in either approximation of mockery. Though she had taken her fair share of blows, compared to the pugilist she seemed raggedy spry and lively… it was pretty clear she was looking to play around with Carmen a bit more.

With a small upnod and a gesture with her hands for the woman to “bring it” She bobbed up and down, grinning wide. She would wait patiently for a thrown punch or an opening, swaying to one side or another, constantly looking to punishing any attempt to fight back by skirting in and past any slow or sloppy blows to pummel the silver medalist before backing out again. The pressure was always there to keep Carmen against the wall or move with her to cut off escape. There didn't seem to be any right answers.