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

...their lips...

Upon all the stupid decisions that were made today, Elena's and Milana's headbutt-fight had to be near the top, RIGHT under the idea that was to tie two submission artists at the neck! Their heads SMACKED together, draining seemingly any strength left out of either of the girls, their bodies falling limp, entangling over each other... as their lips met in a seemingly accidental touch! In her loopy, half-awake state of pain and discombobulation, the red-head didn't seem to mind it, their connection... In fact, while she didn't even KNOW better, she might've even thought it was.... nice...?

Her eyes half open, she stared up into Milana's, their bodies tightly intermingled, Elena's hands wrapping softly around the other woman's body, her legs entangled with her opponent's.... Sweat mixed with sweat, their forms so tightly wound... Were this a different kind of match under different kind of circumstances, one might already begin to get the wrong idea!... though judging by the cheers and cries of the crowd...

...they already have...

After a second... maybe two... Possibly three or even four seconds of their lips being locked, Elena blinked and sense finally came back to her, her cheeks BLUSHING harder than ANY TIME THEY EVER HAD BEFORE IN HER LIFE! Instantly, her hands SHOT UP to Milana's shoulders, adrenaline giving her the strength she needed to PUSH the woman off her... Elena staring wordlessly up at her opponent, unable to process what had just happened!

"Did.... Did we just...."

Milana's body went slack, pressing down against Elena's without any sort of flexing or pushing or shoving for a few seconds. Of course, that meant that she couldn't hold her face up above Elena's, and so, yes, their lips came into contact for a few seconds. When she came to, she realized that pretty quickly, groaning and letting out a huff of air, feeling it hit something immediately out of her mouth and noticing that it was Elena's face.

The orange-haired girl shoved her off just then, blushing intensely, and seeing that blush on her face made Milana blush, as well. It was stupid, really, to get all worked up over it, but Milana couldn't help feeling insecure if her opponent was obviously this embarrassed about it. "L-look, it's nothing to freak out about...just don't keep on headbutting so it doesn't, well, doesn't happen again!" Milana scratched at her head, still feeling it throbbing after all those hard impacts. She didn't think about whatever feeling still remained on her lips.

"This is such bullocks..." she growled, as she worked on picking herself up onto her knees, grabbing onto Elena's shoulders, knowing she had to lift the other girl up, too, if she wanted to succeed in making it to an upright position.

Elena could only stare up wordlessly at Milana as she desperately tried to tone down the situation, attempting to convince her that this wasn't as big a deal as she seemed to be making it! Like... She could be right... After all, AFW was no stranger to lewd and generally provocative behavior... The audience didn't seem to mind... In fact, they were cheering right now! LOVED IT! Somehow, that didn't help her blush at all, being encouraged by her watchers to make out with some stranger she'd just met today!

Slowly, her opponent would climb off the former Sweet Diva to get back to her knees, allowing Elena some time to get back up herself at her own pace, the girl still struggling to get her breath back... and now coping with vertigo and embarrassment on top of all this! Berserk was never this... odd when it came to matches... Sure, things got hot-and-bothered sometimes but still... nobody ever kissed anyone in the middle of a ring!.... She was going to have to get used to this though... Even as Milana offered a suggestion to, like, not HEADBUTT anymore, further limiting their options, they still had this damn leash around their necks... Anything was possible with this kind of bondage!

"Yeah... It is." Elena agreed as her opponent grumbled... offering her a slight smile for the first time. It felt good to know she wasn't alone here, feeling confined and forced into ridiculous positions... She was... somewhat comforted to know that her opponent was just as off-put by this match as she was! Still, giving up was never an option. She wouldn't submit... even to spare her dignity! Elena would slowly rise to her feet, locking eyes with Milana was the raised her hands, ready to grapple with her again!

...And hopefully... we can keep our lips off each other...

Milana knew that the crowd loved stuff like an accidental kiss. Or an intentional kiss. Or really anything in that general arena. She had, unfortunately, caught a match or two of that nature—featuring fighters she really didn't want to see indisposed—and knew that, more than anything else, that was the real moneymaker behind the AFW behemoth.

But, screw them. She wasn't going to get into that kind of thing. People's lips touched accidentally in plenty of situations which weren't sexual, and, unless her opponent started feeling hot and bothered and started getting frisky, nothing was going to come of what just happened. As they got to their knees and waited a second before rising all the way, it did seem as if Elena was in full agreement with Milana about the trashiness of this match, even smiling in a way which made Milana grumble and wrinkle her nose a bit in embarrassment. Still, as they rose up onto her feet, she did feel better knowing that this girl wasn't going to try to force anything on her.

"Mmm...alright, then, how about this?" Milana would say, as she raised her hands, as well, then maneuvered them to try to grab at Elena's shoulder with one hand, and, if Elena got the point, her elbow with the other. Less face to face contact in a collar-and-elbow than a test of strength. And, as soon as Elena got into position, Milana would suddenly kick with her runner's legs, throwing her whole body forward with as much power as she could muster right now!

Ah, so back here again, were they? Elena followed the lead of her opponent this time, their hands slipping past one another, one of Elena's hands slipping up to rest on Milana's shoulder, the other resting upon the inside of her opponent's arm, the one mirroring her other... Their moments weren't exactly slow, but telegraphed enough to one another so that the other girl knew what was going on... probably so they could, like, avoid what just happened and keep it from happening again! Elena watched Milana's movements carefully... but mainly her attention seemed to be locked on the woman's eyes... or rather, the woman behind them, trying to figure her out...

...She seemed like a decent girl, one with enough dignity and self-respect to not ENJOY that unwanted kiss of theirs! She wasn't cracking jokes, she wasn't flaunting her... admittedly generous assets but most of all, she seemed to know what she wanted and stood for. She wasn't here for all the wacky and stupid antics that could go on in here, she wasn't here to fuck around or toy with her foes... She was a fighter.

...And Elena could respect that. As far as she could tell, they were a lot alike, especially with how the woman behind those eyes seemed to stare back at her. Once their hands were in place, their minds seemed to be just as linked, the two of them EXPLODING off the ground where they stood, SHOVING into one another with such power, the canvas beneath their feet seemed to warp and twist around their toes! Elena grunted, even growled loudly with effort, her lips curled in a snarl as she SHOVED into Milana, drawing upon as much power as she had remaining in an effort to drive the woman back!

They put themselves together slowly, deliberaly, into that collar-and-elbow tie-up, making sure that they got into a position that both of them were satisfied with, that they knew could not turn into the same sort of embarrassing disaster as their first lock-up. Milana found her opponent staring into her eyes, even as their heads were not directly aligned anymore, and she couldn't help but stare back, not wanting to appear like she was backing down from some sort of challenge.

Milana could tell that Elena was not enjoying this any more than she was. She had entertained thoughts that her opponent was merely hiding her excitement at such antics, but she felt she could put those to rest once and for all: Elena seemed decent. Milana could respect a girl like this in the ring, but she wasn't truly going to be able to make nice with her orange-haired opponent until after she had defeated her and was rid of this ridiculous leash!

She threw herself forward as hard as she could, her opponent doing the same with near-perfect synchronicity, with the result that the two of them remained practically frozen in place, even as their legs pumped and sweat accumulated on their brows! Milana gnashed her teeth, groaned, and then shoved again, as hard as she could, not moving back one step as she felt Elena shove back against her in kind, Milana putting all her energy into this to move Elena back and to not be moved back herself!

Elena hoped to the highest of heavens Milana had exhausted herself more in some way, that her stamina had been depleted to greater depths than her own... but when the two of them clashed and their strength negated one another... those hopes were utterly dashed... There was nothing like fighting a true equal that made a warrior giddy for battle. Finding someone who could match you in every way and defeating them was the closest one could get to truly besting themselves, after all! Elena and Milana seemed to match that criteria, at least in the orange-favoring wrestler's deep blue eyes. Sakura might've been her true rival... But this girl was a damn close second! She had to overcome her... and this stupid leash... so she could prove to herself that she'd evolved since Berserk, that she was a bigger, better person!

Elena grunted softly as Milana SHOVED Into her with a huge surge of power, her boots skidding back on the rough canvas a few inches before coming to a dead halt once more! With their foreheads pressed tightly together, sweat collecting and rolling down their faces and bodies from the sheer strain of their rival, the two women seemed to be locked in yet another stalemate,  the ground beneath them seeming to shimmer and quake with their power!

Elena wouldn't let Milana keep shoving her back, however... she had to get that ground back or she'd keep losing it! If Milana gained ANY momentum over her... it was over! She could just see it... If they fought anything alike and weren't just physically equal, this girl would pin her down and NEVER let her up... That was why Elena would CHARGE forward with EVERYTHING she had pressing into the other woman with all her power in an effort to TAKE back all the ground that had been taken... and then even MORE so that SHE'D have the advantage! If she could just get her to the ropes... if she could JUST keep pushing her back.....

Milana managed to shove Elena back a few inches, and she almost felt like celebrating that tiny patch of hard-earned ground—it wasn't like there was much else to measure her progress by, since this leash prevented her from using pretty much any move which would have typically featured in her repertoire. The best she could hope for was throwing Elena down onto the ground, getting on top of her, and maybe managing a crossbody pin or a grapevine to force a submission out of the orange-haired wrestler.

If she could keep up her forward progress, maybe she could get to that point in ten, twenty minutes. Unfortunately, she couldn't keep it up. Elena suddenly gave a huge push, and Milana was forced back, first a few inches, then a few more...eventually giving up all of the ground she had gained, and losing a foot or two on top of that. She grunted and grit her teeth as she stomped her feet down as hard as she could, the ring booming beneath her. She refused to be pushed back any further. She certainly wasn't going to let ELENA get the chance at that crossbody or grapevine.

Milana sucked in a deep breath, then, as she let out a fierce growl, she shoved forward, even using her forehead to push, trying to unbalance Elena, trying to drive the girl back again...not willing to give up on this test of strength, hoping she would be the one to break her opponent's will to fight back first! "Rrrrrrah!"

Elena fought for every damn inch she took from Milana, each small scrap of distance she tore from her needing to be purchased with strength and energy possibly better left unspent... Elena might've been better off conserving her strength, using it in short bursts to try and wear down her foe over time... but her pride simply wouldn't be denied! She wouldn't just ignore this woman's challenge, to not beat her at her own game! She couldn't very well prove herself in this ring if she didn't beat this woman at the challenges she set! Milana was fierce... she was strong... but that wasn't anything new! Elena was going to beat her like those other girls from Berserk and get a good damn start on being the Strongest in the World!

"N...No..." Elena gasped, eyes shooting wide as Milana came back with even MORE power, stopping her advance DEAD and pushing right back! Overwhelming her with this sudden burst of energy, Milana PUSHED into Elena so deep back inside her acquired space, she took back all her previously lost ground! The only reason she stopped was due to Elena's stubborn refusal to be on the losing end AGAIN, the woman PLANTING her feet and pushing back with every once of energy she had, doing everything she could JUST to hold the line! A fresh coating of sweat covered her body, her muscles trembling with effort as she fought Milana just so that she could stand her ground!

"G....give... UP.... ALREADY!" Elena demanded, shoving into Milana so hard, the tips of their noses touched! "...Y...You won't... last.... forever!"

Milana heard her opponent gasp as the British wrestler shoved forward, inspiring Milana to keep on pouring power into this push, focused on the light at the end of the tunnel that was putting her orange-haired foe on her back and getting her in a hold that would end this silly match at long (well, not that long) last.

Milana's push reclaimed every inch of ground that she lost during Elena's last charge. She went for more, still pushing as hard as ever, but Elena, like Milana before her, stomped her feet down on the canvas and focused on protecting that spot, refusing to be pushed back any further. And Milana, though she kept on shoving as hard as she could, found her advance grinding to a halt.

"N-neither...will...you!" Milana growled back, feeling Elena's body plaster against hers, their noses even coming into conflict as sweat poured down their heads and combined into essentially one flow of sticky, gross liquid coating them! Milana didn't back down, still pushing as hard as she could, even while they were completely stalemated! "Go down...now!"