Space Supremacy! Rachel vs Patrice

Rachel was indeed deep in thought. Brute forcing her way had been somewhat reliable but then again, she just barely managed to get one over the Spacebabe. Her back was feeling all that abuse from earlier too, playing risky could give Patrice the edge she needed to go after the star. It seemed like taking it slow was the way to go but then again, maybe she could coerce them, make it to where force was the answer. Ugh, this was giving her a headache, normally the match would be over and done with by now, this extra layer of complexity was something to worry over since she could lose it with a simple mistake.

The model’s focus snapped her out her daze in thoughts when Trice spoke up, testing Rachel’s priorities. Usually she’d be out spoken about being called a coward but she had learned to let insults like that bounce off her skin, you sort of had to in her business. In her mind, constructive criticism was the only thing she’d actually listen to and the Neotunian wasn’t offering any. ”I can do both, but from what I can tell, you didn’t want anything to do with me. What’s with the sudden change of heart?” She asks. The Venusian was skeptical, normally she’d jump for joy at the chance to have another gal utterly fall for her but this was too sudden.

She’d inch closer, slowly making her way around Patrice, gauging her next move, eyeing the contents outside the ring to assist her in getting the star. Luckily, there were a couple ladders close by but unluckily, Patrice could make her move the moment she went to grab one. The model was getting frustrated. The few scenarios she could come up with didn’t entail that she’d be successful in any one of her plays. She deduced that the only real course was to play along, maybe she could give this actress a run for her money.

”Well, if I had to say what I really care about maybe I could be… persuaded to say you.” She taunts, inching closer. Her walk was confident as she closed the gap, she readied herself to strike, after playing in the actress’ hands several times now, the German could positively say she had learned her lesson.

Trice felt like she needed to lure Rachel in, closer to her now, in order to make sure that the Venusian wouldn't be the one able to snatch the star first. And for that, she probably needed to now use all of her persuading skills, whether they were of genuine nature or not... But initially, the blonde could very clearly see the doubt and hesitation on her opponent's face, obviously indicating that she wasn't really buying her message... Which was a big annoyance to the French actress, as it obviously hurt her confidence in her own acting skills!

Then Rachel's tone changed though, as if she had decided to fall for Trice's trap. But by that time, it was already a bit too late... Patrice had really noticed that her change of heart was a bit too sudden, and probably her Venusian foe had already just decided to discard her own genuinity out of the window as well. Still, the taller woman was coming at her now, so Trice realized that she likely had to act proactively herself.

Not wanting to hand the initiative over to Rachel, as soon as her foe would be within resonable reach, Trice would try to take a leap forward, snatch hold of Rachel's right arm, and twist it to the side and towards her back wit an arm bar! If that worked out well, the blonde would then try to keep on the momentum and start delivering stiff knee strikes to the small of Rachel's back, in hopes of getting the taller woman to fall on her knees, right below the star hanging from the ceiling...

Rachel made an effort to be cautious but that didn’t seem to be enough when Patrice was included in that equation. She was ready for what could possibly be considered the worse but her back pain immediately kicked in for a fraction of a second and as soon as the French actress jumped, she wasn’t prepared to defend. Her right arm is snatched up and suddenly twisted behind her. She grimaced at the newfound pain and began to think of a way to retaliate only to be made very aware that her getting the first fall wasn’t very appreciated.

The model thought she had been a good enough sport to at least warrant some respect but that didn’t seem to be the case. The small of her back bursts with pain as she feels the blunt bone of their knee dig into her spine. Rachel cries out in pain, standing in shaken legs before the next wave came sending her to her knees. This whole match, Trice had unceremoniously overworked her back, she was definitely feeling this later. Still, she needed a way out of this, a way to get the ball rolling back in her court and gain some kind of reprieve from this pain. Her face scrunches as she’s forced to endure.

She reached back, hoping to find something and maybe she did. If Patrice was so wrapped up in her own twisted fantasy, Rachel’s digits would try to curl around the Space Babe’s ankle, if she found it, she’d yank in an effort to knock her off balance and send her tumbling down to the mat and hopefully releasing her torqued arm. If not she’d be at their mercy until she could come up with a better plan to free herself or get payback. She should’ve known the Frenchwoman was up to no good.

Patrice had a slight advantage here. Obviously, it was easy for her to figure out what Rachel would most likely be going for next. But if Patrice also charged towards her, Rachel would have plenty of choices on determining what the Sleek Spacebabe was potentially going to do...and picking up the right one would have required some luck! And as it turned out, Rachel wasn't having enough of it, as Trice managed to lock in the arm bar and start delivering knee strikes to her spine.

Trice was really hoping to get Rachel to fall on her knees, and tried to increase the viciousness and power behind her knee strikes as much as she could, really wanting to do a number on Rachel's spine! But that added force also caused the pace of her strikes to slow down a bit... And that turned out to be just what the Venusian needed to find her way out of the predicament.

Suddenly, the blonde could feel her ankle getting grabbed and yanked to an awkward direction! The Neptunian immediately lost her balance with her back crashing to the mat, also losing hold of Rachel's arm in the process. "Damn!" This certainly was a setback... But Rachel was still right on front of her! Trying to act quickly, Trice decided to try sweeping the Venusian's legs off with her own, hoping to down her opponent as well! And maybe even get her midsection snatched between her legs...

The models plan had worked, enduring the pain in her back long enough to yank their ankle out from underneath of them to send them downward towards the mat. She could definitely call that a win, still her back was throbbing, she should’ve thrown the woman off or something then unbalancing them. She rubs the small of her back for a moment, attempting to catch her breath and recover just enough to put herself back into the match. She still had some fight left in her and that Star wasn’t going to come down on its own. She felt she had to put Patrice in her place after this and playing with her heart.

Just as Rachel was prepared to make her move, she felt the blonde Frenchwoman managed to sweep the unsuspecting German off her feet, causing her to fall and flatten on that mat. She was in trouble and she knew it but she wasn’t going to lay here and take it either. Just as Trice came closer to entrap her with those legs, Rachel would make any attempt to halt her plans dead in their tracks. She’d curl in her leg, building up the tension in her muscles. Just as she was sure her foe was right where she wanted them, she’d fire her leg, aiming to kick the woman’s midsection in with a fire the model had shown just before claiming that first point.

If she had managed to get her kick in and send Trice rolling she’d take a moment to recuperate. She wasn’t stupid enough to think she could recover completely but just enough so that she could stand on her own two feet. If she had missed, Rachel would scrunch up her face in pain again, palming at the iron-clad trap that locked around waist, squeezing the life out of her.

Rachel seemed happy that she had gotten Patrice to fall down, and that was exactly what the Spacebabe needed! Namely, it also meant that she was overly content with her situation....and allowed the blonde to suddenly sweep her off her feet! Having the Venusian crashing down in front of her was great news as it got the woman all the further away from the star hagning from the ceiling... And that was exactly why Trice wanted to keep Rachel put where she now was, deciding to do that with the scissorhold.

That's unfortunately where Trice's luck ended... Or where Rachel's wits took once again over. This time it was the Sleek Spacebabe who had the unsuspecting part, and Rachel's leg extended irresistably like out of nowhere, delivering a stiff and strong kick right to the blonde's midsection! The blow was hard and sent air out of Trice's lungs, forcing her to roll over on the mat, allowing Rachel to gain some distance to her Neptunian adversary.

But more crucially, the Sleek Spacebabe was going to be reeling for a while now... And it meant that Rachel was going to have rather unobstructed access to the star hanging from the ceiling.

Rachel managed to send the act- Neptunian reeling back with a hardened kick to the mode section but she slumps down as the muscle tension in her own midsection pulsates. Her red and black hair paint the canvas as she tries to catch her breath, her palm rests against her back as she pushes up with her feee hand. She looks up, hoping to find a ladder or somethin go in her side of the ring, crawling to the closest side which was only a couple feet, she peeks over to find…nothing. The Venusian swears under her breath meaning she has to check another side.

Eyeing the downed blonde, a thought occurs to the hard working Venus native. Shouldn’t she make sure that Patrice is down and out for good before having to lift a ladder up four feet? She looks over her shoulder to a hopefully grounded Patrice before silently agreeing with her inner thoughts.

Using the ropes, Rachel pulls herself to her feet. She eyes the star hanging above and tells herself she’ll have it soon, so with one last soothing rub to her back, the Venusian preys on her rival, she aims to put her through at least one good slam to be assured she’ll stay down. Something in the back of her head tells her to stop and grab a ladder first but she seats the thought away, despite getting a good kick in, the little minx really did a number on her back. She was expecting two giant bruises to appear tomorrow with an imprint of the blonde knees.

If Trice was still malleable for the model to handle, her maroon covered tendrils would scoop up their sleek covered abdominals. She’d attempt to guide them up to their feet and perhaps, their blonde head between her thighs, locked with no escape. ”This is for my back, fräulein,.” The Venusian taunts, playfully. A soft gasp leaves her lips in pain as her back muscles strained while Rachel held her scooping position, she felt she had to act fast or else Patrice would steal her advanatage. If she was quick on the up take, the model would hop lightly, to kick her legs out from underneath her, feet leaving the mat to potentially spike the blonde’s head first into the canvas.

Patrice knew that her situation was rather dire now, based on the large amount of pain and small amount of air that she was currently having in her midsection. She needed some time to recover... But she also couldn't just let Rachel have free access to the star hanging from the ceiling. Luckily as she glanced over, she could see that her fellow space fighter wasn't exactly appearing to be in much better shape, crawling around by the ropes seemingly in an effort to find something.... Probably the ladder. They shouldn't have been too hard to find, but Trice wasn't complaining...

Still, the blonde spacebabe knew exactly where Rachel wanted to plant that set of ladder, whenever she would find them. Thus, it was a no-brainer to slowly roll over and crawl towards the center of the ring, as close to the star as possible. She could fight back from there whenever the time would come...

It turned out though that Rachel was basically reading her opponent's mind. She saw where Trice was headed, and abandoned her search effort... Noticing the red and black-haired woman approaching her, the blonde did make an effort to get back up to her own two feet herself, but did not really achieve meaningful progress before she could feel her foe pushing her up. '

...And then suddenly shoving her head between her thighs. Patrice hadn't expected that... Her hands quickly found their way onto Rachel's thighs, seemingly trying to pry them apart... But actually, Trice was trying to plan ahead. Trying to figure out what her foe's intentions were, and how could she sabotage them. And based on where this was heading, Rachel was probably setting her up for a Powerbomb... But it would mean that Trice would get scooped up in the process, and be the closest one to the star at the same time!

Big mistake. As it turned out, that wasn't Rachel's plan. Instead, before she knew it, Trice's direction was not up, it was down. And her head hit the canvas hard, sending the Sleek Spacebabe seeing stars, but not at all in the way that she had hoped for.

Rachel could only bless the beings above for her luck, she had managed to not only score a direct blow in her fierce rival but she had managed to keep up her advantage through the pain. The Venusian could only wonder how long that would last though as she looked over at the downed blonde. She had to wonder what could be going through their head right now? Was it a plan? Anger? Rachel wasn’t sure nor could she even begin to think what was coming together in their head. Perhaps disdain?

Clearing her those thoughts away, she felt a sense of dread as she lifted Trice up from the mat, it seemed like anything that might go wrong, would go wrong. The Neptunian had proven to be a force to reckon with and the last thing she needed was her face getting pounded in with a surprise attack. Her back continued to strain, pulsing with pain from earlier in the match and considering the fisherman suplex she landed to score a point, her back was in agony.

Safe to say, spiking their head into the mat went off without a peep. The ring shakes from the impact of the sitout piledriver but it’s at this point that Rachel feels she has everything ready to shoot for the stars. She’d stall for a moment as she recovers her breath but she allows Trice’s frame to fall forward and lay flat against the mat. The Venusian scooches on her knees, her hands pressed against the sleek space babe as she slowly starts to roll them away from the center. The last thing she needed she was to set up the ladder and look down to see the blonde terror up and ready to thwart her plan.

Rachel would roll Trice to the edge of the ring, she stops her when she finally notices a sliver of steel poking out on the floor. Her eyes instantly lightly up as she pats the shiny bodysuit. ”Itll be over in just a minute, Trice~. You stay right here.” the model slips past the downed rival and heads to the outer reaches of the ring. It felt like an entirely different world then that of the ring. As her boots meet padded concrete, she turns back to see the ladder sticking out from under the ring, a smile creeps on her face.

Squatting to her limit with an aching back, Rachel would grab hold of the end she found and tugged with all her might. A fifteen foot ladder would jump and clang as it was freed from the bottom ring and dragged along the padded concrete floor. Wiping a few beads of sweat, she’d lift it up again, sliding her hands along the cold steel to get the middle bit and lean it up against the ring, all the while hoping and praying Patrice would stay down while she had to get this heavy thing in the square of doom for the only thing that matters to her planet.

Trice was truly in rather dire straits now. On paper, things had appeared rather good for her... But still, Rachel had been getting the upper hand for the most part of the match. Sure, clearly the Venusian was a very competent fighter and not a ragdoll or punching bag at all, but what bothered Trice the most was that each time she had come up with a plan herself, each time that she thought that she knew what Rachel was going to be doing, the Venusian ended up doing something completely else! Trice just couldn't get the hang of her... It was like her brain was from totally another planet!

The Sleek Spacebabe was just laying on the mat after the impact, seemingly not necessarily even in full consciousness. But her position inside the ring was still a problem for Rachel, who began rolling the blonde Neptunian's slender yet curvy body towards the ropes. It had a two-sided effect on Trice... On the other hand, the movement was waking her senses up again, but on the other, the rolling motion was now making her feel even more dizzy.

The blonde was left reeling by the ropes, as Rachel went off to fetch her valuable piece of equipment. It wasn't an easy feat though, and was taking some time... So much, that Trice had time to get enough to her senses to realize trying to figure out what was going on. And as soon as she spotted Rachel, she also spotted the giant set of ladders. They were actually rather enormous and looked heavy, and Trice immediately realized that moving them would probably prove much more difficult than she had envisioned beforehand...

Seeing where Rachel was trying to lift the ladders into the ring, Trice forced herself up to her all fours. Starting to crawl towards them, the Sleek Spacebabe had only one thing now in mind. She wanted to get hold of the other end of the ladder that Rachel wasn't having a hold on, and shove them as hard as she could towards the Venusian!