Karen Starring vs. Vanessa York - Mass Appeal

So, confession time - Vanessa had been trying to piss Karen off when she hit her tits. In her defense, they were huge targets, and since she had such a punch-heavy style, it was kind of inevitable that she’d at least graze the damn things, but yeah. That was a dead center shot, right on the nipple. She couldn’t have hit it any more exact if a bullseye had been painted on them.

Vanessa was pretty much banking on her big foe fighting worse when she was ticked off. This was either brilliant strategy or suicidal, and she was about to find out which.

”Oh, so you do speak!” Vanessa chirped as she stepped back, dodging return fire that never came. Most people would’ve tried to take a swing on her after that - tried and failed, sure, but tried. Karen, instead, had a more direct approach. One that involved her rushing Vanessa head, advancing like a mighty glacier, every bit as cold and foreboding as the real thing.

She was moving forward. Not too fast, but at a steady, unstoppable rate, and Vanessa was rapidly running out of real estate to work with, as the corner drew closer to her back.

Seeing the problem approaching her fast, Vanessa figured the only way out was some quick footwork. She hopped back towards the turnbuckle, then made a quick leap to the side, bouncing on her heel, covering the space in a couple of graceful steps. Her aim was to whip around behind Karen before she could close her in, and she even threw out a fast jab to the behemoth’s side as she past, trying to goad her on a bit more in the process. ”Keep up!”

Once the corner was to Vanessa's back, Karen figured the fight was hers. A few huge hooks. Maybe a body splash. Hell, even the idea of opening the brawl on her side with a monumental breast smother hadn't completely gone over Karen's head. But all her plans were for nought if the redhead found a escape out of the trap Karen was trying to set.

And of course, she did so with space to spare. Not at all to Karen's chagrin.

Not.

Her roar audible in the higher nosebleeds as that arm met her sides, Karen did what Karen did best, as Vanessa near literally danced around her top heavy frame.

"COME...HERE!" Her screams almost never ending, as the raven haired beauty swung near instantly following that blow; the adrenaline surging through her, as a wild if completely aimless lariat made itself all the way around from Karen's opposing arm!

Vanessa had a simple, two-word reply to Karen’s implied demand that she come over and let her head be lariated clean off her shoulder.

”Yeah, no.”

This woman was out for blood, and she doubted it was purely in the metaphorical sense. There was hatred in that roar, that inhuman sound that was coming from her lips, like some wild animal that was having its meal snatched away again it. Here came the jaws, sharp and fierce and deadly, heading straight for her.

She ducked under it like her life depended on it. Maybe it did.

Vanessa knew that this wasn’t the way to deal with someone so far out of her weight class, though. She could pepper Karen with bug bites all day long, but sooner or later she’d slip up, and then…

No, she needed to change things up. So, instead of launching blows into the behemoth’s back, she leaped up, wrapped her arms around that thick neck, and squeezed hard, using her thin, wiry arms to squeeze the air from her foe’s throat.

Unsurprisingly to everyone, Karen missed.

Well, everyone except Karen herself.

But with that arm aimed higher than perhaps was wise, a natural adjustment to Karen given she was facing a rarely if-slightly taller foe, Vanessa would have no issues simply ducking low beneath it. Karen didn't need further proof that she would be the slower figure in this match, but it was beginning to truly grind on her gears by how much she was slower. At this rate, Karen wasn't going to catch Vanessa unless she came to her.

And as luck would somewhat have it...

"GHH..!" Cheeks already puffy from the haste she was trying to put into her move set, alongside a natural redness to them from her endless rage, Karen's neck was hooked as easily expected. But weirdly enough, Karen favoured Vanessa latching onto her, regardless of it being in such a painful fashion, over the match continuing onward as it had been.

Vanessa had Karen, that much could not be argued. But in a odd way, Karen finally had Vanessa.

Her teeth bared as her hands latched onto the two fine arms that choked her, Karen had no intention of simply wasting time and effort in trying to yank Vanessa's lock from her. Rather, given that she had swung around from the corner she was trying to trap Vanessa in, in order to try and strike her, the redhead had inadvertently placed herself between the curvy amazon figure and said corner.

What followed next was somewhat to be expected, given Karen's rather rare possession of ring-awareness.

An abrupt step back, simply put.

What happened next was odd. Unexpected, though perhaps not so much, given what Lucky’s clear MO was.

Bubbles was reeling, struggling to get back to her feet, trying to figure out what was going on with this matchup. Speedsters had given her trouble before, they were a weakpoint of hers, but she couldn’t recall the last time she’d been caught so flatfooted by one. Was she just off her game today? Was Lucky just that hot? Was the seawater messing with her brain? All three?

Whatever cocktail this little she-devil had going on, it worked. Amazingly well. She was so taken off her gun that when Lucky came in at full speed, she was able to bring her to the floor with ease, like a lioness being floored by a cub. And then came the kisses.

”God, uh-” Bubbles gasped as best she could, as Lucky’s lips dominated her own. She made up for the strength difference with pure fervor, overcoming quality with quantity, leaving Bubbles in an electric purple haze of pleasure, one that she could’ve almost been swept away in.

Almost.

When they’d fallen, Bubbles made sure to land with her legs out, so Lucky came down between them. Now, she lifted those legs up, wrapped them around her opponent’s waist, crossed her ankles and began to pour on the pressure, bringing the power of her thighs to bear with a crushing bodyscissor.