Anja "The Raven" vs Felicia "Silver" Fletcher

What it started as some clash of might and wills ended up in some kind of bitchy fight. That wasn’t entirely wrong since it had been fully established that in terms of wrestling skills Felicia had from few to nothing to do against the much more skilled and experienced Anja. But at the moment, with the blonde trapped in a nasty headscissors and her mane being yanked by Felicia things looked a little better for her, if only a little.

But Anja was far from defeated as she not only showed defiance but also implied that she was actually enjoying Felicia’s rough treatment. The white-haired couldn’t believe what she was hearing but she forced herself to squeeze harder her thighs. The Raven wouldn’t just let it happen though, as she got some of Silver’s while locks on her hand and yanked furiously. Groaning in sudden pain Felicia tried her best to stall her rival, but in the end the pain coming from her head and from her squeezed breast made her lose some grip on Anja’s leg in a way the veteran would definitely notice and take advantage of.

It were only little, barely noticeable signs for Anja to pick up, but something in the body language of her opponent told her that she as both distracted and also a little bit shocked how things unfolded. And the best of it all for Anja was that the grip aournd her neck also had weakened.

Trying to take advantage of the new turn of events, she would use one foot for a quick kick with her heel against the torso of the silver haired beauty. Not to hurt her much, the way the leg could take was too short for a devastating kick, but to surprise her in the hope of fully breaking out of the headscissor and fold her into a half again so that they would b bak where they started but this time with an additional hair grabbing bout.

Getting in control of her rival with that headscissor and yanking her hair made Felicia feel really good about herself. After what it had felt like an eternity being toyed with by that overconfident, sultry woman now it looked like Anja was about to get what she deserved as Felicia brought some pain in. But all that was just an illusion as no matter how it could look like Anja was in disadvantage the way more experienced blonde only needed some instants and some of her focus to undo everything Felicia worked so hard to get while ruining the white-haired’s prospects and morale in the process.

Likely thanks to her overall experience, Anja was capable of noticing in small details how Felicia was getting exhausted and worked over both mentally and physically. She could also feel how her more sensual work was actually making Silver flustered to the point it made her movements slower and her grip weaker. That was the moment the Raven used to get out of the scissors while bending Felicia over. “Not again!”, protested the white-haired in frustration, seeing all her progress undone so fast. She overworked herself to escape, thrashing her body in a way that would wind up her even more than she was. Efficiency wasn’t her main concern as she was so frustrated she could only think about escaping and yanking Anja’s hair while protecting her own mane and her heavily punished by squeezing breast.

"Wow, easy! I did not even put you in a sack."
Anja replied wth the smallest of smiles, making a lttle pun about the feline gimmick Felicia was carrying and how she was trashing around without even the mentioned sack.

"Time to tame the little kitty."
She proclaimed while attempting to hold Felicia down with efficiency instead of raw power, letting her work out her frustration but also her strengths. Only then and when would she plant a little kiss on the leg or womnanhood of the other girl, or caress her ankles when the wild trashing stopped or at least slowed for a moment.

Felicia’s control over her rival was only a fleeting illussion. Not even for an instant could the white-haired woman actually feel like she was the one dictating the rhythm of the match. Even with her headscissors going Anja looked quite collected, almost as if the fact of having her head trapped by Felicia’s thighs was only a minor setback. And turned out that it was exactly that as the more experienced blonde found her way out of the hold taking advantage of how hard Felicia was thrashing. Silver was actually getting really exhausted from all her jerking her body to try and resist the Raven’s advances. In the end it proved an unsuccessful strategy as Felicia ended up way too tired to try anything.

Then it was time for Anja to restart with her playful domination. It was starting to get weird for Felicia who felt frustrated about the blonde being able to reverse every move she would try, but a part of her was getting into it as her body wondered how far that woman would get with her teasing. She wasn’t made of stone after all, but she wouldn’t show it, too proud and stubborn for that. “Oh you must be enjoying yourself so much...”, said Felicia in a bitter tone in between gasps, her arousal growing bigger as her resistance grew weaker.

The Blonde listened with keen interest in what hger opponent finally said after some time of gentle suppression. She would think a ltitel about it and then plant a kiss on the sex of Felicia again.
"Enjoying me? Not exactly. I am enjoying you!"

Anja had taken her time with Felicia, enjoying how she struggled against being treated like that, against being overwhelmed, exhausted and taken kind of advantage off. But now she ahd some different idea in mind.

All of a sudden, she wold burst into action by trying to grab both wrists of Felicia, get them both up so that they would be hotly pressed together in a belly to belly situation where Anja could bump her womanhood harshly into the counterpart of her opponent before finally looking to exectute a belly to belly suplex to set the other girl up for her I am your air marshal finisher.

Anja was completely true to her words as she had been enjoying Felicia’s body for some time. Her teasing to the white haired had only gotten more and more intense as Felicia had progressively got more and more lost in the match. At that point and with the exception of the poorly executed headscissors she got going she had been just a plaything for Anja to enjoy, and she had done that quite well, always getting in control while also playfully teasing Silver. Of course in other circumstances it would have been something to remember, but in the middle of a match and losing that way Felicia was hating it… was she?

A new kiss was planted on Felicia’s crotch and she had to bite her lips closed so she wouldn’t moan. Her sexual defenses were starting to crumble, and it would show when Anja pressed her body against hers. Denying with her head as she shut her lips the white haired looked at her rival. They were so close to each other they could get a hint of the other’s fragrance, so close their lips could almost touch with the minimal movement of leaning in. That was when Felicia spoke. “Break my body or make it melt, you win the match, but you won’t conquer me.” Felicia was almost acknowledging her loss when she let that statement fly, but she had decided to go proudly. Just instants after that Anja went for a belly to belly suplex. Felicia groaned once more as her body hit the mat, writhing to try and break any possible pin maneuvers.

Anja could not help but admire the tenacity and willpower of her opponent. She was hot and athletic at the same time, but it was pretty obvious that Anja had her backed in the corner for the majority of the match so that she probably wasn´t fully at the peak of her abilities yet.

"Gee, big words from someone I just belly to bellied."
Anja grinned a little, not quite sure if bellied was even an actual word.

To stop her opponent from further writhing, she would look to drop down with both of her knees on the torso of Felicia, crushing both her breast and upper stomach area at the same time before looking to pin her wrists against the mat before slithering with the greatest of pleasures on the downed beauty.

At that time in the match Felicia had seen enough to realize she wasn’t going to win the match. Even more, she never stood an actual chance. In the end experience was a valuable asset and even if the Raven could have some rust on her, the skills she showcased and the knowhow she had in her mind was more than enough to tame the silver haired rookie. Felicia was starting to let that idea sink within her: she overestimated herself and was going to pay the price. Recovering from that blow will be complicated as it was too early in her career to get squashed like that. She would need to make some good statements after that night.

But being at peace with the idea of getting defeated didn’t make it easier for her to admit it in front of Anja. Felicia went at Anja with a challenge and was being humbled by the blonde’s skills, but she wouldn’t go out quietly, or at least in a obliging way. Anja had played her cards so well, as Felicia was both in pain but also aroused from the constant stimulation and teasing. Her body felt heavy, it was so hard to move so the only thing she could do was writhe on the mat. That was when Anja fell with her knees on her chest and upper stomach. “Ooommmph!!” All air escaped Felicia’s body as she was even unable to scream, but her pain was great. Her chest rose and fell heavily as her breathing was raspy, so complicated and painful to get mouthfuls of air. When she noticed her wrists pinned against the mat Felicia tries resisting some, but Anja’s grip wouldn’t budge. Felicia was beyond frustrated. She didn’t want to look at her rival and concede victory, so instead she looked at her defiantly while having a hard time to get air. “Do your worst.”, she pouted at the Raven, her teeth clenched as she was ready to go out in great fashion, but unbroken.

Instead of initially answering, Anja would look to make it as comfortable as possible for her on the cushion that was her opponent, moving around on the stunning body of the beauty until she thought that they were aligned as good and as closely together as she could, sighing in comfort when she was reached her goal while also grapevining her in the process.

"No."
She wouldn´t do her worst, not even close. If Felicia wanted to play the I am a mimosa game, she could play it all on her own. Instead she would conentrate on the stuff she wanted the most from the other girl, pleasure. Knowing that her opponent would want none of it, the Blonde would strt to nibble and kiss her on the nck while feeling and anticipating carefully where she would probably attempt to move to intercept and more intensely kiss her on other places of her face too.