Li-Mei vs Kim Rhee - Chrysalis

The "gift" that Kim attempted to offer for the Oriental Rose was not something that compelled her or convinced her enough to do so. Plus, some people who are followers to big religions aren't gonna be too happy if Kim blatantly told them that those are mere "idols, made by mortal men". Just saying.

Although those kinds of people aren't the type to get into the ring and fight, no less use sex as a weapon. Why didn't she lead with that? She'll get lots of other women for her cause.

Disrespect isn't the direction Li-Mei was going for but Kim inwardly took it as that. As far as she knew, the Chinese woman simply declined in a respectful manner. Maybe she could have done without the elbow, but she needed to get out of Kim's clutches and that was the better option.

Speaking of which, she was bleeding, seeing the redfish smear on her face towards her black lips. Something Li-Mei saw as she came in with the knee that drove right at her midsection. Her abs may be hard and taut but even that will bend to a good knee strike. She still remained standing, with the aid of the ropes. Had she been anywhere else and Kim would have fell. Even Li-Mei thought Kim was stronger than that. Then again, she took those two hard shots and isn't completely out.

Perhaps a reward could be given.

"Sorry about that, too." Her hands reached towards the head of the Korean, cupping her head and looking at her with a smile. "Here, lemme make it up to you..." Li-Mei would then lean her head in to plant a deep kiss, had been wanting to know how good she tastes and how she is with a simple kiss. That's not to say this is the only thing the Oriental Rose planned to do. She sought to bring them both away from the ropes, all the while the passionate kiss would indeed have the intention of leaving her breathless, figuratively and literally in the sense as her tongue seek to dart inside and thrust down her throat.

Li-Mei was a sift, intelligent foe, taking advantage of the moment to score her strike and making sure to maximize her damage. The two of them were so similar in strength and skill that it was the only true avenue, the only way to win - if it came down to a purely physical comparison, the outcome would be little better than the flip of a coin. It would come down to which woman used their bodies better, who had the better mastery of their natural weapons. And, in this moment, it was hard to argue Li-Mei’s superiority in that manner.

Saif was still reeling from the knee when her foe moved in, closing the distance between them in a heated heartbeat. That knee took her breath away, a painful and effective strike, but ultimately a plow to move in close - they still had an objective to fulfill, after all, one that would take the generous application of their bodies against one another.

Li-Mei’s lips closed around her own, pulling her in for a loving kiss, smoldering and steamy. Saif groaned at first and resisted, tried to pull away,  but relented a moment later - there was little point in fighting this, after all, especially when doing so gave her a moment’s reprieve and openings that she could exploit. Such as…

She would not let go of the kiss, enjoying it far too much, but that hardly meant she would participate without cost.

As they moved away, Saif brought her arms up and wrapped them around Li-Mei’s neck to mash their lips together, pulling her in tight, to the point of pain. At the same time, she leaped up and wrapped her legs around her opponent’s waist, squeezing tight and hammering her sides in a brutal bodyscissor.

She wanted to make up for it. And she did. Taking the saying "kiss and make up" in it's most literal sense.

Li-Mei's kiss was far from sloppy, the way she cupped her head and pressed those lips on Kim's, it was as if it intended to wash the pain away, smouldering and passionate in it's approach. Distracting was another adjective she had in mind, hoping it actually does that well enough to bring Kim away from the ropes. What she could do from there is where the Chinese woman pondered. Another knee to the stomach? Would drive out more air out of her bit that would be pretty cruel. Then again, this is a battle, though she hesitated with that option playing in her mind.

Kim however, played things differently.

Soon as they were away from the ropes, Li felt her head being pressed even further towards Kim, her own lips pushing right into each other to the point she could pretty much feel her pearly whites behind those black lips. Her legs latching onto Li-Mei's sides only complimented her aggressive approach as they bore down her sides with crushing force. While these aren't the biggest of legs that had wrapped around the body of Li-Mei, they were still capable of delivering a painful crush, the pressure digging at her sides the one that got a slight groan out of the Oriental Rose, muffled by the kiss.

That's not to say that Li-Mei was going to falter by just a simple kiss. An aggressive kiss, but a kiss no less. The Amazin' Asian may enjoy this kind of contact, their breasts rubbing and grinding on each other, Li-Mei turning her head slightly just to deal with the kids a bit better while thrusting her tongue down her throat. It was enticing, it was lewd, steamy, the kind of erotic feel that seems just typical from Kim.

But holding onto the rose by it's thorns too tight can draw your blood.

A point this Oriental Rose looks to make to Kim. The pain around her back made carrying Kim's weight quite an annoying task, one, she sought to put an end to things. Li-Mei's hands remained on Kim's cheeks, only that her elbows sought to come inside towards and position between their bodies, pointing towards the lower ribs. Only then would the Chinese woman drop her weight down all of a sudden, throwing herself forward in an effort to send both her and Kim to the middle of the ring. Her plan was twofold, first being that she would land hard with her weight dropping on top of Kim to add the devastating power of the slam. The second being the solid bone she had wedged between them and their lips pressing even closer, though not in the way Kim would like.

There was no doubt that Li-Mei had a skilled, passionate tongue, one that had no doubt dominated countless mouths around the world. Saif could see all the hallmarks of a talented tongue, could feel the expertise as their tongues mingled and melded against one another. This was a woman who could read her opponent’s mood and act accordingly, skilled at filling every gap. Whenever she was given space, she filled it, pushing pleasure into her like a toxic drug, enough to make any man or woman delirious.

Saif was saved, only because she knew the same tactics, could use the same moves herself, and tried to employ them against her foe. But she was under no delusion that they would bear any real fruit. Hentai matches were battles of the mind as much as the body, and there was still significant ground to be gained on both fronts.

That was the purpose of her bodyscissor. To trap. To constrict. To wear away Li-Mei’s will and resolve, and grind her to dust. While she did not boast the strongest legs in the AFW by any true margin, they were strong all the same, and their slim size helped the pain - small surface meant more power was concentrated to the crushing points, giving her a greater ‘edge’

If Li-Mei’s reaction was anything to go by, it was an effective combination.

Saif poured on the pressure, jolting Li-Mei’s side, hammering away at her bones with relentless abandon, punishing her every movement. This would not last forever, she knew, but she had to get in as much damage as possible, before…

Before this.

Li-Mei slammed her to the canvas, which would have been unpleasant enough on its lonesome, but her elbow drove deep into her side along with the impact, increasing the pain of an already unpleasant situation. The combination was enough to drive the breath clean out of Saif’s body, and her legs unfurled, freeing her captive from the hold.

But that did not mean that she was going to let Li-Mei go without her due recompense. With her foe on top, Saif pushed her face away with one hand and lashed out with the other, flattening her hand into the shape of a blade and striking her throat with the tip, like a viper with its prey.

Had her back not been compromised from before, Li-Mei felt she would have been brave enough to keep Kim up like this. Probably. The bodyscissors certainly isn't something she would be able to endure for long and would need to do something about it but perhaps a little body to body grinding could help with that. Maybe pin her in the corner and scrub on her body till she's overwhelmed with pleasure. She wasn't sure if that would be most effective on someone like Kim but she could at least find the right points, rub the right way and have the Korean succumb to delirium.

As of now, the Oriental Rose opted for something that would certainly yield some results. It wasn't the most pretty of things to go through but such matters calls for this. Bringing Kim down, her elbows might as well be like blades plunging into them, stakes sunken into her opponent. Rarely does Li-Mei make use of slams but she knew her way round some of them, this one in particular due to how common it is being trapped in a bodyscissor while standing. Effective in smashing and breaking down every iota of resistance, it isn't the best feeling at all to be landing on the floor, with an opponent's weight on you, no less having ones elbows dig into you.

And it did its job well, driving the air right out of her body and also freeing herself from Kim's leg jail. They didn't have to be the biggest, but they were strong, having already squeezed around the same point if her body, Li-Mei feeling relief enough as she took in some oxygen for her lungs. Working to recover through having been thoroughly squeezed so far. Li-Mei did think ahead, knowing what she would have gone for and once she managed to get the air back inside her, she'll begin to see it through.

Well, that is until a particular strike threw a wrench into her plans.

Li-Mei felt her head pushed up before the her fingertips thrusts out and struck right into her throat, Li-Mei's eyes grew wide in shock. It wasn't just Kim somehow still able to strike her, not being as stunned as the Oriental Rose had assumed but the kind of attack she did, causing problems to her breathing. Grasping at her throat, she rolled off the diminutive opponent, rolling onto her back coughing out groans.

Being on top was not the same thing as being in control. A crucial lesson in sex and in fighting, so it was only sensible that the lesson would apply doubly when the two were intertwined.

Li-Mei had clearly thought she was in a strong position, having floored Saif as she did, and she was not wrong in this respect. Both the landing and the unique nature of the attack were enough to leave her floor, a devastating and inventive attack that could have turned the tide, and nearly did so.

But Saif’s training had given her a tool that she lacked before - endurance. The power to thrive, to push past pain and make weaknesses moot. It was this ability that gave her the wherewithal to strike back, even in the midst of such pain, and the results were, needless to say, acceptable.

She looked over to the side as the Oriental Rose thrashed about, grasping her throat, struggling her breath as she dealt with the disconcerting attack. Quite a predicament, though it was one that Saif was not in the best position to take advantage of, being so winded from Li-Mei’s attack. But then, she would not have to do much to strike such an open target.

Still laying on her back, Saif brought her arm up and swung it to the side with all the strength she could muster, looking to drop the back of her fist into Li-Mei’s face while her hands were busy nursing her aching throat. A brutal, bare-fisted strike, with nothing held back.

It wasn’t a lesson that Li-Mei had forgotten, knowing all too well that being in the bottom doesn’t mean that you are in a position of disadvantage when there are so many ways to attack your opponent with. It was more being surprised of Kim’s toughness, thinking that she had her there, especially with the elbows adding to it all. It should have been a wrap. And yet it isn’t as evident with the fact that Kim struck her in the throat of all places. Either she had grown much tougher than she had been before or the slam didn’t get her as much as the Oriental Rose had hoped. Li-Mei didn’t see as much until after the slam and there have been instances where some have survived a slam like that. But she suspected it was the former in this case.

So it wasn’t enough to fully stun her and now she paid for it, clutching her throat. It was never the best feeling being hit in the throat, breathing will be a problem and that was mounted with the other problems that Li-Mei had already. So yes, quite a predicament. Which was about to get much worse.

To think that Kim was still able to keep going after all of this, something that Li-Mei wondered on amidst all the coughing and hacking she had been doing. It was until the back-fist strike that struck her clean in the face that brought her out of her thoughts, catching most of it around her nose and eye. The Oriental Rose shrieked and rolled away to grasp her face with the other hand, shaking her head.

Did she smell copper? Is this blood. Yep, it’s blood. Just what she needed. Rolling to her front, sitting on her shins, far too stunned to process anything at the moment.

A small part of Saif - perhaps the last vestiges of Kim - felt a tinge of regret at Li-Mei’s current predicament. She seemed like such a sweet woman, and in her past life, she had no doubt that they would have been, at a minimum, great friends. The woman was kind and sweet, sexy and alluring, the sort of person that Kim had spent countless hours with in both the bed and the ring. She could have easily seen them as lovers.

A shame, but the reality was far different. Saif knew her role. Li-Mei would serve, whether she wished to or not - either as a disciple or as an example.

Li-Mei was rolling about, clearly in pain, but Saif paid it little mind as she rolled to her feet, rising up into a crouch. She waited, picked her moment, looking on as her foe dealt with the pain. In her world. Ignorant of the danger she was in.

Perfect.

She gritted her teeth to deal with the lingering pain and pushed up to her feet and broke into a run, striding across the ring with long, proud strides, her bare feet gliding across the canvas. The referee scarcely had time to move out of the way as she dashed past, only stopping to turn around and let her back his the ropes, bouncing off them and building momentum.

She came running back to Li-Mei from behind, full steam, and swung her bent leg out the moment she was close enough to hit her with a brutal knee to the skull.

No more games.

Problems just keep piling up for Li-Mei. She could have just focused on the fact that her throat gotten hit but she had to deal with a nose bleed. As if these Asian women couldn’t be any more sister-like, they gotta be sharing the same wounds.

The Oriental Rose paid no mind to what is going on around her as she curled like an egg, clutching her face. Her eyes shut hard, focusing on breathing from the mouth but remembering the fingertip thrust to the throat and that was still proving complicated. Her nose near matching with her own outfit and for the first time, she really wondered if that was really Kim that she’s facing. Sure, she heard that the Amazin’ Asian wasn’t afraid to get rough but this? That seemed like a different person. An unbeknownst to Li-Mei, Kim literally is a different person.

She still had to deal with this match. It wasn’t as if she was done just yet, at least in her mind. Kim must be recovering from the slam so the Chinese woman made an effort to get on her hands and knees and reach towards the ropes. One hand was still covering her face while the rest of the three limbs sought to carry her to the ropes to assist her in getting back up. And she saw that she was getting close, just nearly there, just got to reach and then-

Nothing.

Well, she technically didn’t know what hit her but she felt something hit her in the back of her skull and her body fell onto the canvas like a puppet that had its strings cut off. Lying face first on the mat as her nose flowed freely with crimson liquid. She didn’t move, the world spun for a split second. Li-Mei didn’t even remember feeling herself hit the mat but she was there, a quiet moan pretty much the only indication that she was still somewhat there. She didn’t hear the bell, the ones that were ringing in her ears don’t count. How long could she have been down? The Oriental Rose couldn’t have guessed at that point.

The blow connected, and it was like a switch was flipped, changing the world around them in an instant. Li-Mei’s lights were turned off, dropping her to a lifeless heap on the floor, but more than that, the crowd went silent as death. It was as if they couldn’t believe what was transpiring before their eyes, as if it was something they were not prepared to process. Neither good nor bad, but something that defied logic. They had come expecting a lewd, sensual display, and that was certainly what they had - at first. But it had changed from that to bloodsport, and while there was certainly a market for that in the AFW, the sudden shift was jarring. Like a romantic comedy that become a slasher flick halfway through.

Saif barely noticed. Any of it. She was lost in the moment after her knee connected, lifting her hands high and stretching out over her foe’s fallen form, poised in triumph. Was He watching? Did He see what she had done in his name? Was her devotion apparent? She could only hope. She would learn these answers when she returned, hopefully to find his praise awaiting her. But, for now, there was more work to be done. She had a match to complete.

She reached down, took Li Mei by the ankles, and promptly rolled the woman over, forcing her to lie facing upwards and exposing her bloodied nose to the world. Calmer now that her moment was secured, Saif stepped forward, crouched, and used her skirt to wipe away the pooling blood, cleaning up her face, leaving her pristine. For the moment, at least.

That done, she stepped away and began to stalk around the lifeless woman, inspecting her, pondering her next move. She made her decision soon enough, however, as she stepped between her foe’s legs, brought her foot up and pressed it up between her legs, stroking her most sensitive spot with her toes, fishing for a reaction. ”Wake up, Li Mei.”