Two Pro-Wrestlers Walk Into A Bar...

If someone were to glance in at them through the window, it might’ve looked like they were dry humping each other more so than fighting with the way they were grinding, grunting and groaning against each other. The fact that Bacchus’s arms were hard at work trying to cave in Vanessa’s sides almost seemed an afterthought given the rest of it. As much as she wanted to win, it was so tempting to just start tearing off what clothes they still had on and just start fucking then and there. She knew they both wanted to.

Almost as if to prove Bacchus’s point for her, the redhead surprisingly then pulled her in and planted a kiss right on her lips! Vanessa’s tongue forced its way into her mouth, dominating the space before Bacchus’s tongue could even try to fight back, which…she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to, considering how amazing this felt. She let out a strained groan, muffled against Vanessa’s almost smothering kiss when the woman’s nails dug into her skin. Lust began overcoming her combative instincts, causing her grip on the bear hug to begin loosening while she took the pain and bliss all in.

When Vanessa pulled back from the kiss, part of Bacchus’s tongue slipped out as if longing to bring hers back, only to hang there while she took one deep, panting breath. There would’ve been more after, but that was when Vanessa’s skull came crashing into her own with a violent headbutt! With a shout Bacchus’s arms released their hold on Vanessa while the Chinese woman stumbled back and came crashing hard onto the floor.

“Ugh… Fuck me!” she cursed, one hand resting over her throbbing head while the other reached for the edge of a nearby table, trying to grab onto it so she could pull herself back up. That proved to be a mistake. Between the ache in her skull and the slowly rising effects of the shot they had taken right before starting, the attempt to get back up that quickly sent her into a brief dizzy spell. Her hand slipped right off the table, and she dropped right onto her back again. She’d need a minute…and somehow she doubted Vanessa would give that time to her freely.

It wasn’t all that pleasant for Vanessa, either. She already knew that Bacchus had a hard head, but she found out that was literally true when their skulls collided. It was like ramming her head against a concrete wall, an unpleasant experience that left her world spinning and her brain rocked.

She might have very well fallen flat if it hadn't been for the bar being at her back. She wounded stumbling into it after she was free, and that was where she stayed for a moment, looking on as Bacchus reeled from the hit in her own way. For a second it looked like she might get back up, and she was close…but no. Down she went. Good.

Now, the smart thing would’ve been to just go in and pound on her while she was down, and Vanessa would do that…eventually. But she had a better idea, first.

She grabbed the bottle of Wild Turkey she’d been mixing up with off the bar, then marched her way back over to the down Bacchus, still trying to get her bearings together. She probably wasn’t getting back up for a while, but Vanessa planted her foot on the Chinesewoman’s chest to keep her down, just in case.

With her pinned, Vanessa popped off the cap on the bottle, leaned back and took a few good chugs straight out of it, letting it burn all the way down her throat, tearing a path straight to her gut. Good shit.

After she’d gotten the bottle halfway down, she bent over, held it above Bacchus’ mouth, and began to tip it over. ”Open wide.”

Whether she did or not - and Vanessa had the strong suspicion she would - Vanessa would begin to let it flow, pouring it straight toward her mouth. A bit at a time so she wouldn’t choke too much, but some of it would be spilling all over the place, too. Over her neck. Her face. Her chest. Not a problem.

Bacchus had expected Vanessa to take advantage of the opening while she was down. But if it was coming, it wasn’t coming as quickly as she had expected. Just enough time passed that Bacchus actually started to think she might be able to get back up again. But just as she was about to try sitting up again, the redhead came back into view and planted a foot firmly on Bacchus’s chest, keeping her pinned flat on her back. It felt…surprisingly nice. Between that, the spectacular view of the sexy lady stepping on her and the bottle she was holding, the Chinese woman felt quite content to lay there under Vanessa’s foot for a bit.

She couldn’t help but grin, eyes widening a bit while she watched the woman neck back a few chugs of Wild Turkey. “Hey, you gonna save some for me?” she asked. That was when Vanessa  told her to “open wide,” bringing a small chuckle from Bacchus, who was all too eager to comply.

She did her best to keep still, moving only the slightest amounts to catch as much of it as she could. And Bacchus appreciated that Vanessa was pouring the drink down in small doses, which made it easier for her to gulp down as soon as she had a mouthful. Each time it burned, but she embraced it fully. Of course, she wasn’t able to catch every bit of it in her mouth. Some did spill on her, mostly around her face and neck, but a couple small splashes found their way onto Bacchus’s chest and Vanessa’s foot. The Chinese martial artist didn’t seem to mind, only focusing on catching every drop she could as if it were a game.

Strategically, this was dumb. About the dumbest thing that Vanessa could’ve done. She knew better than just about anyone how damaging Bacchus’ kicks could be. She was still feeling the impact from them a full week after their last match. She needed to press her advantage, take her out while she was vulnerable, make some good ground while she had an opening. Bacchus was down, wide open. You couldn't ask for a better lead in.

But that voice was way in the back of her head. Maybe she was a little horny, maybe the alcohol was starting to get to her, maybe some combination of the two, but she couldn't quite bring herself to care. This was a better use of her time.

”That’s it, that’s it.” Vanessa ran her tongue across her lip as she took careful aim, trying to get more into Bacchus’ mouth than out of it. She was pretty successful, all things considering, but couldn't help getting some on her foot, too. No big deal, she knew what to do with that.

When the last drop fell, all gone, Vanessa jerked back, held the bottle high, and for a moment look like was going to bring it down right on Bacchus’ face…but instead, she set it aside and smirked, faking her foe out. She brought her foot off Bacchus’ chest and over to her face, rubbing it dry along her cheeks for a few seconds, before she stepped away and gave her opponent some room to rise.

Bouncing, light and loose, Vanessa made her way back to the starting point, raised her fists up again and beckoned Bacchus on with a curling finger. ”Round 2. Come on.”

Bacchus couldn’t help but tense as she watched Vanessa raise the bottle up high like she might throw it. The threat of it was a pretty stark contrast to what they had been doing only a second ago, but they were in the middle of a match…or, what was supposed to be a match. That gave Red just enough believability to get a small flinch out of Bacchus, who then chuckled once she realized Vanessa was just screwing with her.

“Fuck you,” she said through a playful grin. Then Vanessa raised her foot off of Bacchus’s chest and went to rub the small splash of liquid off against her cheek. That brought another small laugh from the Chinese woman, who was a little more than half-tempted to try to turn her head and lick the stuff off. But she didn’t, likely having a similar thought as Vanessa. As much fun as they were having , it was time to get back to fighting.

When Vanessa moved away and beckoned Bacchus to get back up, she did. Pulling her legs up over her, Bacchus rolled backward before pushing her legs out into the air, then coming down in a surprisingly graceful landing on her feet, though she let out a small groan as blood rushed to her head during the process. Maybe not the smartest way to do it considering the effect merely sitting up too quickly had had. But it was fun, and this was hardly the first time she’d had to fight through a headache that was at least partially alcohol-related. It certainly wasn’t a thing she was going to complain about.

Putting her hands up while spacing her legs to take her own stance, Bacchus moved in toward Vanessa. Her hands shifted as she drew closer, as if she were trying to work out the best place in her foe’s guard to try to punch through. But really, she wasn’t planning to punch at all. Instead, the moment she felt she was within range, Bacchus would drop down while swinging her right leg out, aiming to kick Vanessa’s right out from under her with a leg sweep.

The temptation to keep her foot down on Bacchus and let all this play out was strong, almost overpowering for Vanessa. You would never guess to look at her now, but historically she had never been that big into kink. She had dabbled, sure, doing the occasional bit with her husband to spice up their sex life, but it never went beyond the tepid 50 Shades of Grey starter kit: a cheap whip, a masquerade mask, clothespins, that sort of thing. It had been more awkward than anything, and after she came to the AFW and had a humiliating facesitting session with a spoiled brat, she thought she was over it.

And yet, here she was, going all late-night with Bacchus. Maybe it was because she’d never tried with a woman before. Or, maybe, the alcohol was setting in. Either way, being around this woman, in this room, with this fight, brought out some of the strangest thoughts she had ever entertained, and she wasn’t at all opposed.

She tucked them away, though, and refocused on the fight, as her opponent rose to her feet in a dazzling display that had Vanessa whistling. Bacchus was an impressive athlete, she’d noticed that from the start, and seeing her rise up like that brought a few lingering questions to the forefront. The top one? ”Hey, where’d you learn to fight like this?”

A legit question that she’d been wondering for a while now. Vanessa wasn’t an expert on martial arts, but she knew enough to recognize most of the bigger ones on sight, and she was having a hard time pinning down exactly where Bacchus came from. Kick heavy, like Tae Kwon Do, but she seemed a little more adaptable than the typical user, looser and more freestyle, even a bit of a brawler. Bearhugs weren’t exactly standard for that martial art, after all.

It was a niggling curiosity, and one that bugged her even more as her opponent came with more of a straight on stance. Was she looking to punch? That’d be a mistake for Vanessa, but if she wanted to test the waters, fine. The redhead brought her fists up, prepared to get in range, took aim for a jab, and-

-promptly got knocked on her butt.

Bacchus’ leg sweep came out in a flash, sending Vanessa horizontal before she came crashing down on her side. Not the best landing with the wooden floor, but the bigger problem was the position it put her in, down and vulnerable and open to so many things. Recognizing the danger, she threw her body into a roll towards the nearest table, trying to get under it for a little cover as she made a retreat.

Bacchus let out a small chuckle at Vanessa’s question. She’d heard it many times. “Changzhou,” she answered…though that line wasn’t a very complete answer. Plenty of people in Changzhou had asked her the same question. “Guess you could say I had a good teacher.” Again, an over-simplification. True, the instructor who taught her Taekwondo was quite good at his job, enough so that Bacchus was once able to qualify for the olympics largely thanks to him. But everything else had largely been the products of improv and good ol’ trial and error.

Fixing her mind back on the task at hand, she succeeded in catching Vanessa off guard with the leg sweep. Bacchus had brought her down with a similar move during their first bout, but with a different setup. Every trick had a limit to how many times it could be used before an opponent would wise up to it and be prepared to face it. But Bacchus had learned that finding different ways to employ said tricks was a good way of increasing their shelf life.

She was about to pounce and capitalize off of it, but the redhead wisely rolled away before that could happen. Bacchus took a single running step toward her, but had to suddenly stop when her foe rolled under one of the tables. “Ha! Clever, but ya can’t hide from me for long down there!” Vanessa probably expected her to walk over, grab her by one of those pretty legs, and just try to drag her back out. But no, the idea that came into Bacchus’s head was far more crazy. Potentially even downright stupid. Seemed way too fun not to at least try, though.

Taking off into a run again, she leapt up, throwing herself forward through the air while she leaned back and brought her legs in. She kicked them out, slamming her feet out to kick the side of the table in an attempt to knock it over and throw off Vanessa’s cover! If that worked, Bacchus would let gravity do the rest, leaving her to fall right onto her opponent’s body! With no way to keep an eye on Vanessa, it was nearly impossible to aim this. Bacchus didn’t know what part of her own body would come crashing down on her target, or if the redhead would be able to defend herself. There was so much potential for something to go wrong, but Bacchus didn’t seem to care. As if emphasizing the point, the “unlucky” number 4 tattooed on her back would be the part of her slamming down onto Vanessa if she managed to pull this wild stunt off.

Changzhou. Yeah, Vanessa had never heard of that place before, but she was willing to bet it wasn. She wasn’t sure what she expected Bacchus to respond with, but it seemed strange to think a woman like this could come from such a place. It might’ve been a little - what was the word? Ethnocentric? Maybe even a little racist. But when she thought of China, a woman like Bacchus was the last thing that crossed her mind. She would’ve fit right in at some of the rougher pubs Vanessa grew up with back home. Hell, Vanessa would’ve loved to be in any bar fight with her. See her go, kicking jackasses left and right like a maniac.

It painted a pretty picture, but one she didn’t have time to really contemplate much at the moment. Not when she was busy scrambling for her life, rolling under the nearest table for a little reprieve. It seemed like a good idea, if only a temporary solution. While she didn’t like the idea of covering her tracks, she liked the idea of being underneath Bacchus’ feet and kicked around like a soccerball even less. If she was going to run away, she might as well do it right. Right?

With most opponents that would’ve been enough to buy some time, possibly turn this around. Most people weren’t Bacchus, though.

Instead of doing the logical thing, Bacchus did the crazy thing, ran in and sent the table flying with both of her powerful legs. Vanessa had all of about one and half seconds to realize what was happening before her opponent came crashing down on her back, slamming her into the floor and leaving her to flop about underneath all that weight.

If it wasn’t for the gravity part of it, it would’ve been kind of pleasant, having her lay on top of her like this. Now, though? Less so.