Chloe Mason vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Two of a Kind

Year of training, on the mats and in the gym, combined with natural talent and a high propensity for wanton violence. The results could be clearly seen on Chloe’s face.

Utter. Perfection.

The enziguiri - or a leaping spin kick, if you wanted to be technical about it - landed flush on Chloe’s face, and had about the effect she was going for - the right sound, the right impact, the right damage. Sin landed a right after her opponent crashing, dainty and deftly dancing about on her toes as she spun about to see her there. Sprawled out. Nice and open. ”Playtime.”

Sin moved forward, eager to enjoy her meal, when a black and white obstruction got in her way - the referee leaping between them. Her appearance alone was enough to make the Korean step back, surprised. In the ecstasy, she’d almost forgot that there was a third person in the ring, and most referee’s had the good sense to stay out of her way. Maybe this one was new? Or stupid? Or new and stupid.

”Sin, back off!” She waved her away and kneeled by Chloe’s side, looking her over as she laid there. ”Chloe? Are you okay to continue?”

Hands on hips, Sin canted her head and snorted, resisting the urge to give the referee a good kick in the head.

For the moment.

How many times has she been knocked down so far? It wasn’t many, but she was feeling the effects of those clean hits. There would be a debate on which method could be better, a flurry of attacks may not bring so much power in them but the quantity makes up for them. On the other side, one good, well-placed kick could send someone down hard. She wasn’t sure if Sin was going for that route, but one thing she does know is that when she does hit, she hits hard.

Chloe shaking her head after the enziguiri, only taking a moment to realize that she is in a position that she’d been trying to avoid. Catching the Korean mentioning about “playtime” and all of this didn’t bode well for the blonde. In danger already and the match hasn’t even gone that long…this was bad. Very bad.

The one thing that did save her would be the woman in black and white, getting in the way before Sin would deal some massive damage while she was down. Just in the same time, the American was as surprised as Sin was. Course, it is the referee’s role to do as such, Chloe herself knew as much. Just that it has been a very, very long while when a referee would intervene in the middle of a match just to check the wellbeing of another combatant. Speaking of which, she has not seen this particular woman before. Sure, there were lots of men and women that would wear the black and white, but she seemed unfamiliar. Which Chloe supposes would dispel any notion that she brought in a ref under her payroll. Not that such a notion ever came to mind when she came into this match. So long as she still has those feet of hers, victory is still a conclusion she strives for.

“Chloe? Are you okay to continue?”

A voice would call to her and it sure isn’t Sin’s. She looked back at the ref with a quizzical look. She didn’t reply straight away, only moving onto her back and getting back up with a kip up. “Oh no, dear…I can’t because I just broke a nail.” Sarcasm dripping from her voice as she stretched out a hand, examining her nails, obviously not a single nail was broken. “Of course I’m okay.” Motioning the ref to back away, not once leaving her gaze from Sin.

”Comeoncomeoncomeoncomethefuckon!”

Sin paced back and forth, spinning about on her heel with every turn, stalking like a starving lioness with a meal right in front of her face. This was like stopping right in the middle of a good fuck - no wind-down, so slowing up, just a full dead stop in mid-thrust. It left her itching, and she was having to hold back every atom in her body that just wanted to push past the stupid referee and get this stupid match going.

No. No. Attacking the referee would just get the match stopped, and probably get her a fine or a suspension to go with it. She’d learned that lesson well enough with her time on the tournament scene.

Didn’t have to be happy about it, though.

When the referee finally moved out of the way and stopped nannying Chloe, Sin dropped back into a crouch and moved in fast, eager to make up for wasted seconds as she closed in. Staying low, she juked to the left, then reversed direction and shot her legs out across the floor for a sharp sweep, targeting Chloe’s ankles.

Sure, Sin was good, Chloe wouldn’t lie but she wasn’t done. Not now. And she could probably take offence to it that the ref had to check up on her…if she was that sensitive about that. In many cases, the blonde could think of the good from this. One of them is that she got her bearings, all the while Sin had to wait for the nanny ref to move away. Looking right at Sin, she found some amusement to her obvious annoyance. Though she could understand, getting cucked like that when things were getting interesting.

So Chloe didn’t want to keep the impatient Korean waiting any longer than she needed to, quickly getting up to her feet. And right around the time the ref took a step back, Sin darted in and moved in, crouched and low. All the while Chloe watched for the best opportunity against the aggressive Korean. Sin moved well, moving to the left, which had the blonde subtly shifting, preparing and readying for something, something that she’s expecting as she remains low. Once the sweep would be thrown, Chloe flipped to the side in a cartwheel, letting the kick sweep by underneath her head before landing at her feet.

But she wouldn’t stop right there, not wasting any precious seconds as she kept her motions fluid and quick. Stepping in, pivoting on the left foot, building momentum to carry her form around in a 180 as she aims a spinning back kick, sending her right leg back, heel first, streaking towards her face in an aim to hit as quickly and as decisively.

Okay, yes, it sucked that her rhythm was messed up, but Sin was sure she could get back into her stride. Wasn’t all that hard, really. Feel the floor beneath her feet, take a long sniff and get the rancid air into her body, looking forward and see her opponent’s body, ready to wreck, there for the taking. Her flow was an easy thing to find, and she could already feel her blood pumping once more.

It helped that Chloe made such a delectable target. It was rare for Sin to break a body like hers, and not by choice. There were just so few who met the requirements. Lithe and slenders, sexy and fast. She had the goods.

Said goods were on clear display when Sin’s sweep kick found nothing but air to hit. It would’ve been impressive enough if Chloe just leaped up over it, but no, she did a cartwheel, an impressive display - or it would’ve been, if Sin had been able to catch it all. By the time she’d readjusted and gotten a bead on Chloe, her foe was back on the attack, and what an attack it was.

Chloe’s foot blasted Sin had across the face, nearly knocking her clean off her feet. She managed to stay up right, but only thanks to the ropes, as she fell back against the nearest corner with star-filled eyes, rapidly blinking to clear her vision.

Good hit. She could admit it.

She might not have thought about it straight away but the referee’s interruption and breaking the flow could certainly be a blessing in disguise for the blonde, especially as she was in risk of no doubt getting stomped by Sin herself as she was down. Now, both were in equal footing, Chloe got her bearings and Sin could catch a breather…or wait impatiently. Either of the two. But the match would resume which would ironically be the “second round”.

Now she was a lot more aware of Sin’s dexterity and movements, something she would certainly be impressed with that she felt a slight twinge inside not to be so outdone by the Korean native. Coupled with taking inspiration of a certain dancer here, Chloe went for the cartwheel, which was quite showy but did its job in dodging the sweep kick. Which would, in turn, lead to the back kick that Chloe relished in. So much that she let out an audible purr, letting the leg hover for a second longer before it would meet the floor. That was delicious. And she could savour it for a long time. But she would not do with just that. Which is where their similarities lie perhaps.

Sin would stay upright, but only because of the corner: one of Chloe’s favourite places to put someone in. The ex-commissioner would charge right in onto a Sin that is currently seeing stars, bringing her left leg up and thrusting her foot out hard, with the intention of not just stomping a hole right into the chest of the Korean but to pin her there too.

Did Chloe just purr?

It was slight, and Sin couldn’t be sure, what with the head trauma and all, but she could’ve sworn she heard it coming from the blonde’s lips. While it wasn’t a noise she wasn’t unused to hearing, this was the first time she’d heard something like that emanating from lips that weren’t her own, which raised a few interesting questions. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one getting her rocks off. Good to know.

This revelation didn’t stay at the forefront of Sin’s mind for long, though, as her opponent was quick to get into her personal space in the brusquest way possible. A foot shot out, crashing hard into Sin’s chest and putting her in the corner, which would’ve been bad enough - if the foot hadn’t stayed there, pinning her against the turnbuckle, making every outward breath a chore. It was rough, mean, dominating.

In other words, it was something Sin would’ve done, and even through the pain, she couldn’t hold back a wicked smile.

Yes. She did just purr.

It was a response that came naturally for her, taking time to relish upon the impact, the contact, Sin's groan...all of this was exquisite. Fantastic. And Chloe wanted more. Much more. This was just a taste.

The front thrust kick could be considered part of the starter, but something oh so satisfying. Hearing her groan out and pinned right into the corner, having almost somewhat felt that ribcage flex from the brutal kick. The blonde couldn't help but relish its melody. Chloe made sure to pin the Korean down, her own dainty foot grinding down onto her chest like she's twisting the knife inside, almost sullying the logo on that lovely top.

Speaking of which, Chloe could really take in asian beauty, trained hard and honed. A strong body. One that she has no qualms in crushing. Chloe leaned in more, matching that wicked smile as she would consequently put more pressure in, her face would come right close to Sin's. Could be for a kiss. Well, that notion would be thrown out as she would reach to the ear of the Korean. Way out of earshot from those nearby or even the cameramen.

"Playtime." She would simply whisper in her ear.

Before Sin could think about what she said, Chloe pushed back a bit, her foot moving away from Sin's chest. Expect that her foot wouldn't lower down to the mat however as she would fire off three roundhouse kicks right towards the same chest area, before two more right at the side of Sin's head. That would only be the start as she would shift a bit and fire a few side kicks right to the gut of the Korean before a few shots towards her kidneys to spice things up, alternating between the four targets at random. Chloe was all too keen on holding a kicking clinic for the taekwondo practitioner and she certainly doesn't mind in showing her what she could do.

Where there's Sin, there is Punishment.

Now, this was a new feeling for Sin, no getting around it. While it wasn’t the least bit weird for her to get the rocks off during a match, getting that raw, primal charge when she was on the receiving end? Yeah, that was new. Part of that probably had to do with her so rarely being the one dishing this sort of punishment out, with her opponents being her unwilling sandbag, taking all her kicks and hits and suffering as she whipped them about.

But taking it held some appeal, too, as she was rapidly discovering. That body, pressing up against hers and those lips coming so close to her own and those hot words in her ear - oh, it got her shivering. She let out a sharp sigh as Chloe’s one-word promise and responded with a lick on the cheek and a few syllables of her own.

”Do it.”

And fuck, did Chloe do it. Kick after kick slammed into Sin, battering her about, smacking her left and right, a full course serving on her own medicine. She would’ve fallen forward at any time, but every time her body began to falter, another kick would crash into her body and push her forward, continuing the damage. It was a lovely song, with her body as the instrument and Chloe as a master player, manipulating her with ease.

Brutal, ruthless, merciless, and one of the hottest things she had ever seen - at least, from this vantage. It had her crying out in pain, but moans were mixed in, interspersed with heated sighs and heavy panting, as she slid further and further down the turnbuckle.

More. More. ”More!”

Well, she asked for it.

And Chloe was more than happy to deliver, starting to go in on the Korean as her leg whipped out so many kicks and battering Sin over and over. The ex-commissioner wouldn't have guessed that she was some closest masochist, especially seeing her past matches. Though her past matches mostly had her being the one administrating the beatdown. Although the slight lick of her foot from earlier and now the lick on her cheek...perhaps the signs were there.

Not that Chloe minded of course. In a way, they are both getting something out of it. She loved feeling each hit land on that lithe body of hers, smacking it with each different part of her foot. The blonde certainly has a lot of imaginative ways to deliver pain with her favoured weapons. And Sin is experiencing this right now.

Chloe matches Sin's noises with her own, mixing efforted grunts and hotly moans, each hit had her getting so aroused. Her kicks followed Sin as she would slide further down the turnbuckle, so content with getting as much as she could, devouring her body, giving and taking more and more and more until she would burst!

Chloe, back off!"

Or until she was stopped.

Chloe almost stumbled onto her bottom as she was pushed aside by the ever-cautious referee, almost losing her footing but managed to get it back. And it was at this point where she snapped back into reality, the whole thing took her to a place where it was heaven to her. Really enjoying it too. Only to be denied like that.

And Chloe was not too pleased.