Elena Miyazawa vs Milana: Bound-Collar/Condition Match!

RULES:
Both fighters wear collars that are connected by a small, short rope! Winner gets to ask one favor from the loser as a reward!

Winning Conditions: Knockout, KO, or Submission!

It was only fitting that Elena would be given such a... unique set of conditions to her first match... After all, she couldn't expect to completely outdo Sakura if her first appearance wasn't a big one! Even though that was true, though... the rules... and ESPECIALLY the reward at the end... sent somewhat of a chill down Elena's spine! If something were to happen and she were to lose... Her opponent could ask her anything! ...And she'd have to do it! Whatever it was could range from the mundane and normal... to the erotic and embarassing... and from what kind of things she'd already seen from her first few days at the AFW... she knew that the worst was more probable than she wanted to admit...

...WELL! That just meant she wouldn't lose, huh?

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With her music playing, Elena stepped out from back stage, her new, orange attire catching the overhead-lights and emphasizing her form most deliciously! She had to admit, it was good to be out of that Blue Panther suit... She had worn it for so long out of jealousy and anger... out of grief and... dare she say it, resentment. This new one was fresh, new! Almost like a new identity for her to adopt so she could leave the old one behind! Though... She might have to rethink her intro... So dark and spooky almost like it belonged to her old self! ....Something to consider later... For now, Elena smiled and waved at ALL those that cheered her, some just for her looks.... many more because they seemed genuinely happy to see her! Huh! She guessed a lotta people followed her over from Berserk! She didn't expect such a warm reception from such a new place... it only lit the fire in her heart to fight that much harder!

Breaking into a RUN down the ramp, Elena would make a dash straight for the ring... before LEAPING HIGH in the air, adjusting herself mid-jump so that she slid between both the middle and top ropes, breaking into a roll the moment she hit the arena floor! Without missing a beat, she would HOP up to her feet, waving at the crowd enthusiastically... a small blush flashing across her cheeks as she let out a giggle!

Heh...

Reminded her when she was part of the Little Diva's... But now she was fighting, not dancing!

Milana had had a good run: one match without some weird stipulation driving her crazy as she was doing her best to have a normal fight. Now, though, that streak was broken, as not only did she have to wear a collar and be chained to her opponent for the duration of the match, but after that, the winner got a favor from the loser as a reward! Milana didn't intend to lose, but if she did, well...her opponent could ask her for anything! Milana did not like the idea that she would be forced to do whatever this girl wanted, especially if the girl wanted something weird, or difficult, or humiliating. Milana knew there were plenty of girls who relished those sorts of interactions—she knew at least one very well—but Milana was a much more serious person.

So, she just had to make certain that she didn't lose. Not the easiest of propositions, but she knew she had reasons to be confident.

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She didn't explode out into the arena like her opponent did. Not that Milana couldn't do those same sorts of high-energy jumps and rolls, but Milana typically preferred to focus in on the task at hand, to get down to business and get ready to win a match. Still, she moved quickly into the arena, glancing left and right briefly, putting her arms up, before focusing in on the ring and walking swiftly down to it, rolling in underneath the bottom rope and then quickly popping up onto her feet, putting a fist up in the air as the crowd showed their appreciation for her, as well!

She got her first good look at her opponent. The girl was cute, and looked strong enough to give Milana a challenge. The British girl stretched her arms out above her head, keeping herself limber as her eyes scanned her opponent. Meanwhile, the referee girl was climbing up into the ring with the special equipment for the fight...

Elena quickly brushed her almost bashful smile off her face, replacing it with an ALL SERIOUS frown, her lively blue eyes now suddenly collecting a heavy, intense weight as she looked over to where her opponent would come... Hm. Unlike the former Diva, the woman didn't give much of a show to the people who were excited to see her, merely glancing around before lifting her arms up as if to signal her presence! At least she didn't keep her waiting up here, Milana quickly walking down the ramp before rolling into the ring! It was at this closer distance Elena would size up her foe, taking stock of everything she could notice at face value.

Hm... We're about the same size... everywhere... Elena would muse dryly, her eyes lingering in key positions for only a moment before moving onto the rest of her... Muscles, skin, face... She was cute, though... If she were half as lively as she was putting on right now, one might've expected her to be part of the Little-Diva's group! Even now, Elena could picture her in her own color-coded outfit... Almost made her wonder how the gang was doing back home...

Nonetheless, Elena quickly intertwined her fingers, raising her arms above her head in a quick stretch...before crossing those arms across one side of her chest... then the other, making sure her own body remained flexible and ready! An intense gaze was shared between the women as they sized each other up, their eyes inevitably meeting... Elena refusing to give her even an inch once they locked! NO signs of weakness if she could help it! After all, they were both fighters in this ring!

As an invisible spark crackled between them, the ref would soon whip out the key equipment for this evening, gesturing for the two girls to come closer! Noticing the motion out of the corner of her eye, Elena would slowly take a step forward... then another towards the striped judge! If Milana did the same... the judge would step between them and ask that they stopped when they drew within a foot or two, the ref holding up a small black rope with colors on the end of each side... and to be honest, Elena was shocked... That little distance to work with...?

Hmph... Well... I guess High-Flying is out... as is stomping or... most submissions. Elena noted as the effective shackle was placed around her throat, the ref then moving over to her opponent... This was going to be a very intimate fight... She just hoped that this girl wasn't the kind to get... exploratory with it! Once the color was on, Elena would lower herself into a grappler's stance, arms raised, fingers cupped, expression intense... watchful....

Her considerably more energetic opponent seemed to calm down once Milana had gotten to her feet in the ring, the smiling and giggling stopping completely as the brown-haired girl's eyes focused in on Milana. Milana narrowed her own gaze as they locked together during the pre-match stretches, the two of them going through very similar motions as Milana's arms stretched skyward, her opponent's following suit, then they both brought their arms down to stretch them out to either side. They were clearly evenly-matched when it came to size, but Milana wasn't too concerned. She hadn't seen any tape from this girl before, but she felt like she could get a good handle on her style pretty quickly, adjust, and then pound her down.

The intense energy between the two of them was obvious to everyone, from the cheering crowd to the ref, who, nevertheless, would push forward with the job she had to do, beckoning both girls toward the center of the ring. Milana kept her eyes on Elena, taking a step forward, mirrored by the brown-haired girl, then another, the two of them closing the distance until they stood hardly a foot apart from each other. Milana's eyes widened, slightly, as she noticed just how short the leash was that would be connecting their two collars. It was a foot long. That was going to seriously impede Milana's ability to fight this match her way.

The ref put the collar on Milana's opponent first, and then turned to put the collar on her. When they were attached, Milana tried jerking her head back as a test to see just how much room she had to maneuver. The answer: almost none. It almost felt shorter than a foot. How was Milana going to deal with this??

Growling, she met her opponent's gaze again, and then, when the girl went down into a grappling stance, Milana would do the same. They didn't have enough room to feel each other out. As soon as Milana put out her hands, they touched her opponent's, and, without any maneuvering, she was forced to just interlock her fingers with the other girl's, their foreheads smacking together as the Brit shoved forward!

To be honest, most of what Elena was good at would be left.. well... out in the cold in this match with these kinds of rules! Submissions were her thing... but how in the hell was she supposed to use them if she was going to be tied to this other girl so closely!? What, were they supposed to just... struggle with each other until one of them gave in...? Is that what they were supposed to do..? Even lifting up her arms in her typical wrestling stance, her fingers couldn't help but rub and intermingle with her opponent's accidentally... almost as if signalling the inevitable option! Elena let out a soft grumble just as Milana had, their hands FULLY pressing together, their heads locking horns... but those weren't the only things that ended up locked together!

Elena soon found that the appearance of their breasts being similar sizes weren't just all looks! As the two women locked up, their chests MASHED and pressed against each other, Elena blushing slightly... They really WERE the same size... huh.. well... the more you know... I guess... However, the Berserker wouldn't allow such a distraction to take her attention away from what was really important here: OVERPOWERING Milana! Elena centered herself, Her eyes ablaze with a competetive flare, the orange-sporting wrestler SHOVING against her opponent, attempting to SHOVE her not only back... but DOWN to the floor where she could truly take control!

Ugh... this fight's gonna be messy... Elena thought as she struggled against her foe, a small bead of sweat forming on her forehead! Either it's going to be long or... we're going to have to get creative... I bet someone planned this.

Milana was in just as bad a spot as Elena was, though neither of them could be certain of what the other was wishing she could do right now. Milana's greatest talents lay in the art of submission...but it was next to impossible to perform literally any submission hold when leashed together so close to her opponent! She tried to think of all the moves she could actually perform, and it really came down to a very small selection of squeezes, shoves, punches, maybe a very awkward headlock...oh, and a headbutt, if she wanted to cause some mutually assured destruction.

Grappling was easy enough, but there was no jockeying for position, as the two of them put their hands up and were immediately forced to interlock their fingers and press their palms together. Their foreheads pushed together, as well, and their noses bopped against each other...

And their breasts squashed together, red-clad bust meeting orange-clad bust and both generous racks compressing against each other in a way which turned Milana's chocolate face a noticeable cherry hue! Well...they really WERE the same size. Milana's lip trembled a bit and she furrowed her brow as a bead of sweat formed, mixing together with the bead from Elena's head.

She wasn't going to let something like that slow her down...she let out a hiss as she shoved forward with all her strength, and found Elena shoving back, their power virtually canceling each other out as they didn't seem to be going anywhere!

"Uurh..." Milana groaned, as she tried to twist her hands down and spread them out wider for more leverage as she shoved! "Fall...down...now."

Milana wasn't making it easy for Elena, fighting her EVERY second from every which angle! Chest, forehead, hands... Not one part of them that touched remained neutral in their struggle, seeking to overpower the other woman and SLAM them into the floor! However... their mutual goals were in SUCH conflict, neither girl could wring even the SLIGHTEST advantage over the other! Their strength evenly matched, their forms perfectly balanced, it was like asking the immovable object or the unstoppable force to give for the sake of the other! They simply couldn't!

...And wouldn't.

A thin sheen of sweat began to build over Elena's lighter skin as she struggled furiously against her rival, her arms beginning to shake slightly from the utter pressure building up between them, her wrists trembling at the mutual POWER stockpiling in their stalemate! Even through their battle, the orange-clad fighter could feel her red-favoring counterpart attempt to CRANE her arms into a more easily manipulative position, her wrists being twisted back in a bid for control... but Elena wouldn't let it get too far! She TWISTED right back, forcing those hands to come to a halt, forcing them RIGHT back into their stalemate!

"N...No!" She grunted back, pushing her head FURTHER against Milana's, their faces growing even closer by extension! She could feel her rival's warm breath upon her cheeks, their noses nuzzling and rubbing unintentionally against one another... Her blush only intensified, forming a long red streak across her nose and cheeks... But dang it, she wouldn't let her go! ...Not that she could if she wanted to, anyway!

The two of them were both shoving forward with their whole bodies, pressed together from their foreheads to their hips! They couldn't help the close contact with how little give the leash allowed the two of them! Both of them were exerting themselves enough to cause a buildup of sweat that was instantly shared between the two of them, beads mixing and turning into a shared sheen that covered their foreheads, cheeks, and the upper parts of their chests!

And still, neither of them could gain even the slightest advantage over the other!

Milana's arms began to shake, as Elena's began to do the same, all of that power causing their muscles to expend every last bit of energy they had stored up leading into the fight! Milana groaned as she tried to twist their wrists, bending Elena's back one inch...then another...only for Elena to start twisting back, slowly forcing them back into a neutral position, before she managed to bend Milana's wrists back a couple of inches...

...then Milana managed to force them right back into the original, stalemated position! Her eyes, still staring into Elena's, would show her obvious frustration, silently begging her orange-clad opponent to just go down as her blush increased at the close contact between their faces! "Y-you...have to lose...eventually..." she hissed, as she wanted to break off and try something else, but was just unwilling to let go in case her opponent took it as some sign of weakness!

Elena couldn't believe just how equal they were! It was crazy! Not even in her fight with Sakura did she ever have a struggle like this where neither of them could move! Sweat coated the two women and, so close were they pressed, they practically were stuck together now, sweat collecting at the points of their union, two becoming one and rolling off each other! Their muscles flexed, their strength came and ebbed, their attempts to take control were quickly thwarted by the other! Never in her life had Elena struggled so much to overcome and had gotten nowhere... Never in a single fight back in Berserk had she come up against someone who could hold their own against her so thoroughly and for so long! Granted, she'd never had a collar match like this before in her life but still... Milana was nothing if not impressive!

Elena's and Milana's chests MUSHROOMED out between them as they pressed harder and harder, their lips just BARELY not touching at this point as the two women fought in a seemingly unending struggle! Despite her valiant resistance, however, Elena was starting to feel her strength begin wane! She fought as hard as she could, put up every ounce of power she possessed in ONE great final effort to overwhelm Milana for the CHANCE she was already giving it all she had... but now Elena was truly starting to feel the burn... Her breasts ACHED being utterly MASHED against her opponent's her arms and legs crying out for release!

"...Not to you.... I.... Don't!" Elena declared defiantly... though her words seemed to be just that: words... Against her own will, her body would begin to slack, the orange-haired beauty forced to OPEN her lungs and gasp out for air, utterly spent in merely this opening act! If Milana was anywhere near her level of tired, Elena would drop to her knees, hands resting on her thighs as she took in breath after breath, one of her eyes clenching shut from how much her body BURNED against her! If not.... Milana would've overtaken her... and Elena would've lost their contest!

Milana couldn't help but be frustrated, but she was also somewhat impressed with how well Elena was matching her, marveling at just how even the two of them were in this test of strength. It was only Milana's second match, after her epic brawl with Belinda Northman, and once again she had met someone who seemed to be a perfect match for her! It was exciting...but it was also very, very infuriating, as she gave one last, gigantic heave forward, her chest completely smashing flat against her opponent's, more sweat spilling from her overheated brow, an angry growl emerging from between her lips and blowing right into her opponent's face as she gave the last stretch of this test all she had, and felt her opponent matching it perfectly!

That was it. This stupid collar match was totally exhausting her, limiting her options, preventing her from suplexing her foe or snap maring her or stretching out her abs. It only let her crash into the other girl, face to face, and at last Milana's legs would give out, and she would drop down onto her knees, sucking in air, staring angrily at the auburn-haired girl she was attached to!

"C-come...on..." she hissed, as she brought both her shaking arms up, waited a second to steady them, and then gave the other girl's shoulders a hard shove, inadvertently yanking her own neck forward with that leash connection!