A Reunion of Sorts (for Daaharu)

Emily's pink hair was ruffled slightly from their tussle, and a faint rosy tinge was on her otherwise pale cheeks now after that intense struggle...and that had just been a warmup. She watched Odessa intently, her eyes locking with her opponent's, and waited, knowing just how strong her busty opponent was...and more importantly, just how deadly Odessa's own legs were.

A swipe from Odessa brought a reaction out of Emily, as she raised an am to deflect it. Too late, she realized it was a feint-- Odessa came charging in, sliding an arm around her head, and the next thing she knew, she was being squeezed tightly around the side of Odessa's generous chest. She gagged, gritting her teeth from the pressure of the squeeze, her arms going to Odessa's waist and hips as she tried to pry herself free.

"Gghhhk....that...makes two of us...then..." she managed to rasp in response to Odessa's quip. Moving quickly, she would try to dart a leg in, trying to slide one ankle around Odessa's. If she managed that, then she would yank forwards, trying to trip Odessa down to the mat: at the same time, both of her hands would shift to Odessa's wrist, trying to dislodge the headlock and yank her head free as she went down to the mat with Odessa, hoping to land against the dark-skinned beauty's back and wrench her arm behind her back in a neat counter...

Odessa's eyes shone as they remained locked on Emily's, measuring her resolve, knowing that this was not going to be an easy fight, even if it was a fully friendly spar. She couldn't afford to waste her time or energy with such a formidable foe, and so she moved quickly to start breaking Emily down again, catching her unawares with that feint, then wrapping Emily up and dragging her down into that headlock, pinning Emily's cute face against her side, somewhat in the shadow of her bust, giving her a couple additional squeezes as Emily's hands came to her hips.

Emily's hands could not do anything to stop the headlock, but her leg did its part, snaking around Odessa's limb and thrusting against it, managing to take Odessa's foot off the canvas and put her off-balance, and with the application of Emily's weight she tipped Odessa forward and brought her down on her front on the mats. "Uugh!" Odessa groaned, as the shock of the fall was enough to loosen her arms and let Emily pull one of them back behind her! It was, indeed, quite the effective counter.

With her arm locked behind her back, Odessa would move quickly to escape, pushing up with her left arm, and then, once she was not flat on the ring surface, she would try to spin to her right. With any luck, this would unfurl her arm from around her, and bring her an Emily facing each other, in a much more equal position—albeit with Emily still on top!

Emily finally felt the grip around her head weaekn as Odessa went topping over onto the mat, pulling her down with her, before the headlock finally came loose, freeing Emily's head from being squeezed against her opponent's bust. Sucking in air, she wasted no time moving, butt restring astride againstOdessa's own generous rump as she tried to bend her opponent's arm behind her back, going for a classic wrestling mount as she tried to keep Odessa down long enough to try to try to lock her legs around her waist in a body scissor.

Before she could even do so, though, Odessa twisted under her grip, spinning to the right. Cursing, it was all Emily could do to avoid being flipped off of the ebony beauty, and managed to stabilize herself by getting her legs down on either side of Odessa...though as a result Odessa was now on her back underneath her, the two face to face as Emily now tried to assume a dominant position over her English opponent.

Glaring down at Odessa...a glare that the ebony beauty didn't hesitate to return...Emily tried to go for a pinfall, trying to grab for Odessa's wrists. If she managed that, she would lean down againd Odessa so that they were tantalizingly face to face, their busts pressing up against one another, and her legs trying to slide in and lock under Odessa's in an effort to put her in a grapevine, even as Emily tried to force Odessa's arms to the side and pin them to the mat....

Odessa managed to maneuver into a situation that was at least somewhat more manageable than the one she had been in. An arm trapped behind her back that way would have been excruciating. Now, while Emily was still on top of her, both her arms and her legs were free, and she had options when it came to how she wanted to fight back against her Scottish foe. She stared into Emily's eyes, and Emily stared back. Odessa waited for Emily to make her move.

Her move was nothing dynamic, but it was effective, as Emily's legs went for Odessa's, trying to slide around the inside of her thighs to lock them into a grapevine, while her hands grabbed for Odessa's wrists, aiming to pin them down. Her bust pressed against Odessa, Odessa smirking as she felt those heavy orbs weighing down upon her own.

Her resistance right now was couched in the little things, the details. She made sure to meet Emily's hands with her own, to not allow her to gain control of her wrists. Her legs would struggle as soon as they felt the touch of Emily's, trying to stay close to closed rather than being spread painfully apart. It wasn't nearly enough to throw Emily off of her, but, as Odessa tried to thrash and wiggle her body, she aimed to disrupt Emily long enough that she would be forced to try something else...

With an almost sensual slowness, Emily tried to wrap Odessa up into a pin, trying to slide her ankles under those of her ebony foe and slide her legs apart, while at the same time trying to pin her wrists to the mat. The motion brought the two of them closer, their foreheads briefly touching as Emily's body slid lower against Odessa's. For the briefest of moments, it seemed as if Odessa wasn't offering any resistance.

Emily should have known better, of course. Though she managed to get Odessa's hands to the mat, her legs were another matter, shifting sharply to deny Emily a legspread. Odessa was twisting and writhing on the mat now, Emily trying to hold on and to maintain her position on top of her, but at this rate a pin wasn't going to work. The motion caused the two wrestlers' impressive busts to pancake against each other even more in the process.

"Stubborn as ever, I see," she hiss, deciding that a different tactic was needed. Shifting her weight, Emily would suddenly try to sit back, releasing Odessa's hands to instead press her palms back against the mat. The motion would pull Odessa up into a sitting position with her as well...and Emily would waste no time clamping her legs tightly around Odessa's fit abdomen, trying to lock her ankles behind her as she tried to squeeze her in a punishing body scissor...

Though Odessa's movements seemed largely random and uncontrolled, consisting mostly of writhing and squirming, she was, in fact, making calculations in her head, deciding where best to prod Emily and where best to cede ground, trying to lull Emily into thinking she could remain atop Odessa while at the same time frustrating any effort she made to actually pin Odessa down. Odessa's arms were on the canvas, but her hands put up enough of a struggle to keep her shoulders from being secured in one spot. Her legs were captured, but not fully spread. Her body moved up and down like a serpent's, or like the back of an automated massage chair, against Emily.

Emily was in control to a point, but it was far from secure, and far from a sort of control which would achieve victory. In that way, this pin attempt had become a psychological win, of sorts, for Odessa, who smirked as Emily commented on her stubbornness and rubbed her chest a little more forcefully against the rival chest that was weighing it down. "Would you want it any other way?"

Finally, Emily gave up on her pin attempt, sitting up in Odessa's lap, pulling Odessa up into a sitting position with her. It was an awkward position, at first, until Emily's legs came snaking forward, reversing their prior orientation and clamping tightly around Odessa's waist. Odessa gasped, then hissed, as the body scissor tightened around her, threatening to squeeze air and energy out of her! She brought her arms up, cocked at first as if she were going to punch Emily's midsection...

...but, instead, her palms came calmly down on Emily's tummy, rubbing the smooth, warm skin gently up and down, gradually working higher, past her navel, then past her solar plexus, towards her bust. Odessa, though she had a pained expression on her face, had a glint in her eye as she would wait to see how Emily responded!

The close contact was, admittedly, starting to get to Emily. The fact that her breasts had ended up rubbing the way they had against Odessa's had sent a tingle running down her spine, and admittedly she felt her tips hardening ever so slightly from the close press of their orbs. The fact that they had been face to face, with Odessa's breath against her cheek, had admittedly also sent a shiver of excitement down Emily's spine.

But she could see that simply trying to pin Odessa, or trap her in a grapevine, wasn't going to work: the dark-skinned beauty was simply too experienced to let that happen. So instead Emily did the next best thing, pulling Odessa up into a sitting position and clamping her powerful legs around her waist in a body scissor. She saw the ebon beauty hiss in pain as her waist was squeezed, the motion pushing her chest up a little, and Emily grinned as she propped herself up on her palms, locking her ankles and letting her powerful thighs do their work.

Odessa's response came as her hands slid up her bare midsection. At first, Emily tensed her abdominal muscles, expecting Odessa to go for a belly claw. After all, it was what Emily would have done had their positions been reversed.

Instead, Odessa did something decidedly unlike Emily. She slowly but surely rubbed her hands up and down Emily's belly, massaging the area gently as she moved her hands up...towards her chest. Her eyes widened as Odessa's palms began to rub gently against her bust, causing her to gasp as the already sensitive area was invigorated even further.

"Nnh...w-wait...we didn't say...it was that kind o' match..." the flustered Scotswoman stuttered as she tried to grab for Odessa's hands...though her compromised concentration caused her scissor to loosen...

Odessa would have been much more apt to go for a punch in this situation, had they not explicitly banned striking each other before starting. As it was, she knew that all of this close contact was having an effect on her, and after the way their first match ended, she figured that the same could be said of Emily. She let her palm press firmly but not painfully against Emily's belly, using the slight moisture of perspiration to glide it smoothly towards Emily's bust...

It had only just grazed that bra-covered region when Emily protested, both hands coming up to grab at this one hand of Odessa's, trying to stop her progress. Emily might have been distracted, but those two hands would, indeed, be enough to stop Odessa from massaging any higher. The dark-skinned woman smiled, showing brilliantly white teeth to her sparring partner. "Mm, sorry, darling, but what kind of match would that be?" she asked, in a teasing facsimile of innocence.

Then, with the scissors loosened, Odessa would wrap her other arm around one of Emily's legs, trying to fit her hand in just beneath the squeezing thigh. Suddenly, she would shove hard against her foe's chest and lift up with her other arm, while at the same time throwing her body weight to the side, trying to flip Emily over and throw her down on her back, while at the same time coming down on top of the Scottish girl in a leghook pin position!

The last time we fought, we both ended up mostly naked and furiously making out, so you know damn well what kind, Emily thought in irritation in response to Odessa's tease, her own face a flustered red that matched well with her fuschia outfit and pink-tinged hair. She managed to grab at the arm that was gently feeling up her bust, locking the arm in place even as she tried to maintain the scissor. The thought occured to her, at that moment, that she might be over-reacting a little.

And the additional thought then occurred to her that that was precisely what Odessa had been counting on.

The dark skinned beauty smiled as grabbed the back of Emily's thigh, and lifted backwards. Emily could only give a startled cry of alarm before she was slammed onto her back, her leg hooked in a classic pin, Odessa's weight pressing down on top of her.

Huffing, and breathing hard after that sudden impact, Emily nonetheless tried to twist her body sharply, trying to get a shoulder up in time...

Odessa's ploy did work, getting a big reaction out of Emily and allowing her to not only free herself, but immediately turn the tables and put Emily in a position where she might lose this spar by pin. A victory by pin, rather than a submission or knockout, would be a rare treat for Odessa, who did not always get to show off her grappling skills in such a manner, in spite of her fondness for the techniques. She smiled, her face still close to Emily's, as she let all of her weight fall on top of the Scottish woman.

"One." She enunciated the word clearly and slowly, in large part simply to get a reaction out of Emily, as she knew the woman still had enough strength to carry on the fight. She was not going to let herself be pinned already. "Two..."

As Odessa predicted, Emily threw a shoulder up, breaking the pin. Odessa was still smiling, glad that the fight was not going to conclude so soon. She still had control of Emily, so she decided to switch it up, from a pin attempt to a submission, as she would stand up, shifting her hold on Emily's leg from hooking behind it to hooking in front of it, and trying to gather up the woman's other leg in the same way. Then, Odessa would aim to flip Emily over and sit down on her back, looking to transition into a Boston crab to stretch out the woman's spine!