Heavy Petting: Athala Wegener(D) vs Jinx

Jinx based deeply into Athala's eyes as their lips had finally parted, there was intent behind those golden orbs but also desire as she waited to hear the rookie speak. The response had gotten a supremely pleased purr from her, giving the German another loving nuzzle and a whimsical little kiss on the lips again. This woman clearly deserved a reward for saying exactly what she had wanted to hear, that much was clear. Her fingers slowly pressed in around her breast, a firm little squeeze as she rolled her palm over its surface to grind her hand over where her nipple lay beneath the fabric.

"You're so sweet to me." She spoke in a soft sensual whisper, showering the girl entwined with her again with a smattering of kisses along her collar again, saving their lips for now. "Could you say my name? I want to hear it from your lips…" it had been a question, one which in any other situation could have been ignored or refused of course. She was so disarming though, as if doing anything else might break something so fragile between them, who would want that?

The arm tucked around Athala's neck not only loosened, but retreated now, throwing away the last bit of legitimacy to the hold. She felt comfortable enough now to let the German's arm be free as she circled a thumb over top of her breast, rubbing the perked nub beneath the fabric. Her now free arm wrapped itself around Athala's body in a tight but in which Jinx moaned softly into her ear, setting the mood. Her fingers explored the woman's abdomen, playing across her stomach to row. Her silky skin and feel the latent thread of muscles beneath go unused. Her fingers inches further south, like the other, slipping down across the material of her opponent's attire to tease at her hidden treasures below.

"Oh…" Jinx purred through a smirk, pretending to be surprised as if finding something unexpected as she felt dampness on the tips of her fingers. "Do you… want me?" Her middle finger slowly pressed down into the soaked fabric, giving a light rub. It was a brief tease before she walked her fingers back up to the edge of her opponent's bottoms, lingering at the cusp of fulfilling the German's desire. Two fingers wiggled just below the elastic band to sneak themselves underneath, but they were taking their time, so painfully slow. Jinx waited again to hear what she wanted from her new favorite plaything, eager to hear those lovely little confessions of submissiveness from the fighter once more.

The hoots and whistles of the crowds were completely blocked out Athala's otherwise occupied mind, this moment now consisting only of herself and the woman who was treating her so tenderly right now. Their intertwining bodies became almost comfortable, warmth radiating from Jinx's embrace as she continue to cuddle with her submissive foe. She was magic, every square inch of her. There was nothing she wanted more in the whole wide world than to succumb to Jinx entirety, to forget they were in a ring of combat all together, to feel whatever it was Jinx had been edging her ever closer to for oh so long now.

"Oh Jinx..." She lingered onto the name, her teeth barely touching to allow for air to hiss past as she enunciated every last letter. She couldn't think of a better name to fit that pretty face and even better personality. It screamed unpredictably, hinting at a surprise that could be either sweet or sour. Athala had gotten her taste of the latter, and it was as ever bit as bitter as she'd imagined. The former however was infinitely more enjoyable. Especially that loving touch, those sweeting kneading fingers squishing her breasts and tweaking her nipples to unbelievable satisfaction. "Oh god..." Athala couldn't help but moan out, it was quickly becoming overwhelming, and they were still only at foreplay.

Jinx's fingers danced around her body, teasing a door just begging to be entered. She winced as her middle finger made it's way to her panties, just barely touching the already stimulated region. She reactively tensed up before immediately loosening herself again, realizing that there perhaps wasn't anywhere as safe in the world than in Jinx's embrace. The fact that she thought the exact opposite only moments ago when she was seconds away from being strangled was completely irrelevant to her now; her rival was gentle, sweet, loving and tender. She'd be a fool throw that all away now.

"More than you know..." Athala whispered, unable to hold back any longer. She bit the bottom of her lip, squirming against Jinx and the mat while bucking up her hips slightly, inviting Jinx to explore what lay between them. She craved this temporary lapse in the fight, relishing in this moment to be intimate with the woman sharing the ring with her right now. The crowd, the cameras, the giant T.V's, who cared if they all watched? She wanted them to watch, she wanted them to witness her self devotion to the woman overwhelming her right now.

She had waited for it with giddy anticipation, watching it bubble and stir until the very moment she saw it in Athala's eyes. With that delectable admission of blind devotion, Jinx knew she had basically secured her history even if nothing had been official yet. It would have been so easy to gently work the German woman into an actual submission while her senses were dulled and loins were yearning… but such things were so short sighted and frankly, deprived her of all the fun she was now permitted to have without fear of rebuke. There was no real point of cruelty now save for vindictiveness, but the happy feline fighter was feeling rather generous now.

Jinx's palms slipped up over Athala's chest, her fingers curling down over the lip of her top. Clutching the fabric, she gave it a light tug give to and fro, slowly but surely working the garment down her opponent's curvaceous form. When the cloth was at it's tightest, clinging to her chest for dear life as if it still had a stake in the German's victory, Jinx gave it a hard yank, allowing Athala's breasts to slip out into the humid arena air with a bounce. The crowd voiced their appreciation with a roaring cheer, those who had been detractors of Jinx at the start of the match had suddenly become her newest supporters. Jinx paid them no real mind, this hadn't been for them. Greedily she groped at the other womans uncaged chest, purring excitedly at just how soft and malleable they were when no longer packed tight into her top. She paid special attention to her stiffened nipple, pinching it between thumb and forefinger to roll it between her fingertips.

"Don't hold it in… I want to hear every little moan you make." Jinx let out an amused little giggle, planting sloppy wet kiss along the woman's neck as she squirmed in her grasp, asserting herself by stretching her legs out to spread Athala's even further until she reached their natural limit. Her fingers carefully slipped beneath the other girls bottoms, parting the elastic band enough to allow her entire hand to dip below the fold of the cloth. She hadn't waited, running her fingers down along her opponent's crotch, stroking the woman lovingly as she held her close. Another nip at her ear and a hot breath, moaning softly to put her prey at ease.

"You're so wet." Jinx whispered hotly, guiding a fingertip along the slicked surface of the woman's sex, teasing the idea that should could slip inside her at any time. "All for me? You're so good to me Athala." Her tone was playful but slightly mocking, fully aware of everything she had done to seduce her opponent into submission. Her finger idly drifted up and down along that sensuous lip, drawing out a few more sweet sounds from the other woman.

There was a small brief moment when she paused, almost if considering not going any further, how terrible a date to leave the other woman so unfulfilled? Jinx let that moment linger, giving the girl a taste of what she would miss out on should she ever reconsider this lovely union in the ring… then she gave Athala exactly what she wanted regardless of what it meant for her debut or her career. Those nimble finger parted the German's velvet folds, sinking deep inside of her wet warmth. They curled and explored, drawing themselves in and out of her, finding a rhythm with Athala's thrusting hips. Her thumb slipped along the upper ridge, searching out the delicate pearl that was her clitoris. Practiced as she was, finding it hadn't posed a challenge nor was exciting the sensitive nub by rolling the tip of her thumb along it in a small circular pattern.

"Be mine?" Jinx whispered as she steadily build up the pace of her efforts, giving the other woman a timely grope with each thrust of her fingers. She waited to hear it, over any shudders or moans, she waited barely breathing. Once Athala let slip what she wanted, the feline fighter twisted just enough to press their lips together again. Her kiss was fierce, commanding, as she parted her opponent's lips with her tongue to claim the inside of her mouth. She kept them locked together, shaking the same breath as she pushed harder and faster, trying to push Athala to the apex of her esctasy at this very moment.

All attempts to hold back her raging desire finally slipped into futility as Athala was turned into putty by the feline's angelic voice and caring hand. She began to work with Jinx's touch as oppose to against it, slowly bending her body with her opponent perusing fingers, making sure maximum contact was established and maintained. Even her lips couldn't help but break, opening and separating from one another only to allow for sweet moans to seep through and satisfy Jinx's demands. Once repressed gurgles now became entirely voluntary auditory signs of pleasure as Athala willing let out soft gasps and moans to accompany her opponent's ever so delicate touch.

Jinx was able to do so much by doing so little, already bringing the rookie to incredible heights of arousal and pleasure just from her suckling and gentle caressing of her body alone. Words could not begin to describe the wave of euphoria as Jinx began to work her way to the more sensitive parts of the female anatomy, starting of by doing away with that pesky top that barred Jinx's curious fingers from entry. Athala was in too much of a distracted state to even notice her opponent slipping them off, only realizing that she was left half exposed as her feline foe managed to get a good grasp of her subtle yet satisfying breasts.

She rolled them over like dough in her fingers, kneading and mushing them in a manner that left her even more aroused now that the contact was purely skin on skin. Her fumbling and squirming intensified as she arched her back with Jinx's kneading motion, trying to squish her own breasts pleasurably against the palms of Jinx's hands. If only she was at least somewhat self-aware, she would quickly realize how humiliating the whole ordeal was for her debut; except that she wasn't. She was caught completely in Jinx's trance, encapsulated solely by the women's touch and gaze as she continued to toy with the women's body and finally approach the apotheosis of their lewd intermingling.

And by god what an apotheosis it was. The final scene of their sensual act culminated in Jinx's exploring fingers finally reaching their desired destination. They creeped into the thin fabric covering her crouch, sliding nicely against the nectar already glazed across her thighs. They were thirsty, hungry for more, and thus they dove in, deep yet cautiously, exploring the women's folds in search of yet even more of her delicious love juices. And they dug greedily, twisting and rubbing, caressing and sliding, simulating and exciting every single nerve possible hidden within the women's flowers. Her brain was exploding with pleasure, unable to comprehend it all as her body was automatically commanded to follow her captors suit, bucking methodically along with Jinx's rhythmic pumping to assisting each finger in it's greedy exploration of her insides.

"Yes Jinx, oh god yes!"

Athala couldn't hold back any longer, she didn't want to hold back. For once in this agonizingly pleasurable ordeal, her mind body and soul were all in one equal state of harmony, each entity unanimously agreeing that pleasure was the only goal worth pursuing.  And they provided it, en mass and in the form of Athala's sweet juices bursting out in glorious fashion and coating Jinx's adventurous digits. So big was her fountain of love, that it easily seeped it's way past her thin fabric barriers, the warm, liquid rushing down her leg and forming pools on the mat. The only thing equal in volume to Athala's sweet liquid was her bellowing moan, bursting out between her lips before slowly dying out into slow, breathful gasps as her back arched downwards and back towards the mat. Her humiliation was nearly complete, the remnants of her in-ring virginity now forming puddles by her leg and staining the canvas around her exposed body.

Despite the mountainous heights of Jinx's pleasure deriving abilities, her sensual performance was not quite yet over. Instead she delivered the final cherry on top,  bending down to invade  Athala's mouth once more. The rookie was left entirely powerless to defend herself, instead letting the insides of her mouth completely exposed to Jinx's probing tongue. Her own tongue surrender instantly, becoming the plaything of Jinx's as she expertly twisted  and contorted their mouths in a manner that only served to cement her dominance of the younger woman. She laid back, ragdolled in Jinx's embrace as she was left to gaze into the women's eyes with nothing but a silly and dazed expression that starkly contrasted Jinx's much more measured one. Athala was even robbed of the opportunity to recover, the last trickles of her strength and energy completely succumbing to Jinx's commanding kiss.

Puppeteering the rookie, making her dance to the tune of her own debut demise had been a delightful affair. This young woman's body had been a temple, a place to easily be worshipped for her physique and ability for combat. Just like that it had been reduced to an object of desire, claimed is its entirety by Jinx who sought only to ravage and defile it with her impure motivations. It was in these final moments, where Athala surrendered everything to her in the pursuit of passion that the feline fighter felt most powerful. It was everything she wanted, the admiration, the devotion, if only for the moments of love based bliss Jinx asserted her romance, the small taste of it was just so intoxicating.

She could feel it building, the gorgeous woman her legs were coiled around tensed and shuddered as pressure built up, ready to explode. She seized on that weakness, bearing down as she clutched the woman's breast and thrust her fingers within with a finishing touch. With an enraptured muffled moan Athala finally broke, quaking in her grasp. Jinx held her close, peering through narrowed eyes as she rolled and cooked her tongue over her opponent's, watching the life drain from her as if the feline fighter were a succubus. Her fingers slowed, gentle strokes easing the gushing woman through her embarrassing rapture, prolonging the experience with a lover's touch. Her palm gave a gentler squeeze of her breath before slipping around her midsection, nestled underneath her chest to hug her close. When she parked their lips, she held the bottom of Athala's lip between her teeth, giving it a plateful tug as it slipped away.

"You're tougher than you look, Athala." Jinx whispered, her sarcasm dulled by the honey in her tone, drawing her tongue up along the German's cheek to leave a long wet trail. "That was a fun warmup." All at once Jinx unfolded from Athala, freeing up her jellied body from her constricting grasp. With the lightest of efforts, the feline fighter gave her shove, letting her limp body roll off of her and onto the mat with a soft muffled thud. With a wide grin, Jinx threw her legs up, tucking her knees as she rolled up onto her shoulders. With a hard thrust she performed a kip up, not unlike her opponent had done earlier. She took a moment to shake out her arms and legs, making a show of working out any kinks as she circled the other woman.

Jinx reached down, combing her fingers through Athala's platinum hair, a few small strokes to fix some of the more frazzled strands that had strayed from the rest. It seemed as though she was still taking a gentle approach, until everything seemed in place again and she grabbed a handful of it tightly. Her other hand slipped over her shoulder, giving a hard pull to attempt to start dragging Athala up. She seemed in no real hurry, all smiles and giggles at the fumbling steps and unsteady sways of her opponent. She tried to stand Athala upright, pulling away her hands only when it looked at though she could stand under her own power.

"Alright, let's fight. Put'm up." Jinx stepped back, bouncing on the balls of her feet, arms up, mimicking the stance her opponent had adopted earlier. She threw a few punches just shy of hitting, shadow boxing in front of her opponent, dipping from side to side evasively. She wore a large fang grin plastered across her face, mischievous eyes expectantly waiting for Athala to muster even the most pathetic of offenses to give her the okay to begin having more fun at the other girl's expense.

Jinx's fingers eased in intensity, now coated in the nectar that they had worked so hard to extract. Her lips ascended from Athala's, giving one last love bite as they said their final goodbyes. her body flopped lifelessly to the mat, shoved effortlessly by the same hands that had just given her a treatment unparalleled in her lifetime. And just like that, it was over. All the build up and foreplay, all the bantering and bickering, all of it had reached its climax and spilled out onto the shared canvas of the ring, a conclusion readily observable to the roaring crowds and flashing cameras all around.

Jinx's saliva lay plastered along her cheek, a temporary reminder that Athala refused to wipe off as she lay ravished and defeated on that mat. In fact, before this very instant, she wouldn't have thought of herself as defeated. Conquered perhaps. Seduced, definitely. But defeat, as in completely deprived of a sense of at least some victory? Jinx's expert touch was all the victory she needed, even if it cost a L on her record.

Wha- What the hell am I thinking! Athala's fluttery eyes burst open, her dizzy surroundings slowly coming into focus.  She still laid dropped on the mat, the only thing immediately visible to her were the legs of her opponent, circling around her and observing her downed form. Her mind was still foggy, but it too was slowly coming into focus, and with it the realization of what had just occurred. Not only had she completely succumbed to her feline foe, but she had just caught herself mentally justifying it as a win! She tilted her head upwards, the viscous reminder of Jinx's touch still dripping between her thighs as she gazed at her opponent' sneer.

Jinx seemed completely unfazed, her gentle and tender expression now replaced by a much more determined and eager one. She had stripped Athala of her fighter mentality, and replaced it with one of prey. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red, flushed with embarrassment as she realized her image was essentially tarnished at the hands of her opponent. She had never been so expertly toyed with, so masterfully manipulated, so skillfully deprived her abilities in such a dominant manner. She could hardly tell what to think about all of it, how to properly react. One part of her wants to pick herself up, and send a fist flying right into her smug opponent's face as revenge for what she had just done to her debut. And yet, despite all her intentions, another part of her just wanted to stay right where she was, to just submit and admit that she was no match for Jinx in this realm of combat.

But Jinx wasn't having the latter, probing and poking Athala to pick herself up. Athala stirred slowly, rolling over until she was on her stomach before making her way onto her hands and knees. She stayed like this for a few seconds more, gasping frantically as she started down into the mat and the puddle of her own juiced that coated it, simply unable to comprehend the violently clashing emotions and sentiments stirring up inside. With a few more controlled breaths, she shakily made her way up to her feet, slowly turning herself around to face her otherwise unfazed opponent. Jinx stared back at her smugly, evidently taking pride witnessing what she had done to the once proud fighter.

Athala's arms dropped to the side, her mind still in too much shock to properly convince her body to mount a defensive position. Jinx however seemed completely devoid of that problem, instead throwing up her hands in a form reminiscent of Athala's at the beginning of the match. She danced around the younger girl, hopping from one spot to the next lightly and with ease, displaying a level of agility Athala simply wasn't capable of competing with. Athala's dazed expression soon turned into a scowl as she watched her opponent prance about. It was clear that she was mocking her, poking fun at how easily she had been reduced to a puddled mess on the mat.

Jinx's shadow boxing came quick and unexpected, flying inches from Athala's face. The first one caught her completely by surprise, and despite the fact that she was nearing the fighting mindset once more, the faux punch startled her enough to send her stumbling backwards and tripping on her own two feet, causing her to fall backwards onto the mat. She picked herself up immediately afterwards, glancing awkwardly to the side as the audience's laughter accompanied her fall. Her scowl returned once more, now determined more than ever to turn this match around, however slim the chances might be. “Fight… yeah, you got it!”

Despite being far and away from combat readiness, Athala launched forward anyways. Her first step was clunky, not providing nearly enough anchoring to the mat as she swung up her other leg up and outwards in a feeble teep kick aimed at her opponent's gut.

"Nyah haha, you're pretty clumsy, huh?" Jinx barked out a small laugh as Athala's footing failed her, bringing her down to the mat. Circling fast, the feline fighter was already moving it, throwing out a sweeping side kicked directed towards the German's head at a blinding speed. Just before landing it twisted away, diverting course to narrowly miss it's ripe target. The sheer force of it was enough to feel passing by, fanning out some of the other woman's hair with the whipping air vaccine it had left in its wake. With the grace of a dancer, she moved with the momentum of the missed kick to twirl on the ball of her foot, spotting her completed soon where she had started with a devilish smirk as she spoke teasingly. "What a dodge, you're a fast one."

When her opponent scrambled back to her feet, Jinx was quick to take two half steps back, minding the distance between them with a practiced observation. Her bright golden eye caught the arena lighting just right, making them appear to glow from behind her raised guard, wide and observant, peering over her knuckles at Athala with a hungry impatience. One fist unfurled, fingers still glistening from having claimed her prize already, holding them close she dragged her tongue along her digits to sample just what her love and shame tasted like. Sweeter than her opponent would have her believe by how she was acting now.

"Mwrr!" Shifting on one foot, the nimble fighter twisted her body to balance sideways to let the thrusting kick stab out at open air. In a. Easy motion she swept back, bringing her arm down and around to hook Athala's leg and keep it held out to deprive her of balance. Stepping in, she hiked her opponent's leg up in her grasp, sliding her fingers down around her firm calf, along the back of her knee, until finally clutching the underside of her thigh tightly. Her hip bumped in against the German, knowingly pressing in close, lifting her foot up on its tiptoes to nestle her warm thigh against the darkened wet fabric of her foe's ring gear.

Her free hand came around with talons bared, clutching at one of Athala's exposed breasts. She would clamp down hard, grinding her palm up into it, using it to shove Athala back while she was stuck on one leg, trying to walk her backwards until she had nowhere to go outside of being pinned to the ropes. Jinx leaned in close, rubbing her thigh along the other woman's crotch as she spoke quietly with a low purr. "It's almost like you aren't even trying… why is that?"

The answer didn't seem to interest the feline fighter much as she suddenly released Athala's l g, tucking her arm back close to bring it around in a sharp lunch to the woman's gut, then another. With one last squeeze of the Germans boob for good luck, her fingers retreated, helping to drag Athala forward to slip an arm around her head and keep her bent forward. Grasping at the woman's bottoms, she gave them a hard yank, intentionally pulling them up in-between her legs. She held them there for longer than she really needly, letting them sink and grind into the woman's crotch before finally having mercy and throwing their weight backwards, attempting to lift Athala up off the ground and travel with her to the mat with a vertical suplex.

The phrase cat and mouse couldn't be applied more perfectly than to Athala's current predicament. It was pretty obvious who was who, except Athala was more of a half dead mouse if anything, stumbling and desperately trying to scurry away only to be kept within her predator's vicinity by her threatening claws. Jinx's laugh ringed in her ears, the feline women seemingly enjoying every last bit of humiliation she could shroud over the young rookie's debut. Athala's fighting senses seemed to have evaporated into thin air, and this was especially apparent as Jinx's foot came whizzing past her face, purposely diverted so as to startle the already dizzy fighter. Embarrassingly enough, it worked.

Even on her feet, her guard was nothing short of pathetic. Her arms were raised in a fighting stance, her fingers barely curled in, left to hover aimlessly as they refused to form a close fists. Her elbows drooped low, not held tight near her body where they should have been tucked and secured. Her knees buckled, too unsure of themselves to anchor her legs firmly to the canvas. It was as if she had forgotten how two stand on her own two feet. Jinx was certainly playing no small part in it all as well, her fingers glistening in the lights of the arena as she savored the remnants of Athala's shame draped along her digits, making the platinum-haired fighter cringe as Jinx's gibes continued to dig in deep.

Had Athala been in full fighting forms, the taunts would have been enough to propel a counter attack intent on ending the cat-girls mockeries once and for all all. While her spirit was there, her energy simply wasn't up to par. Despite her body telling her no, her mind propelled her anyways, forcing her leg to clumsily shoot out and strike her opponent. It was a teep kick, nothing fancy or special, but it was a move Athala had performed thousands of times before and it was a strike capable of causing damage nonetheless. god, if only her old masters and coaches could see her now, how lankily she extended her legs, how shakily she grounded herself; it truly was an embarrassment to everything she had been taught.

And as Jinx loved to do, she capitalized on this embarrassment, clasping onto Athala's outstretched leg as if she saw it coming from a mile away, probably because she did. She hopped up and down on foot in an ungainly manner, her wheezes and grunts drowned out by Jinx's giggles and purrs. Her wheezing only increased as Jinx worked her way up her leg, culminating into a loud moan as Jinx's hand swooped in from nowhere, cupping itself tightly around an already sensitized breast. Athala glanced down at her own form, just now realizing how physically exposed her opponent had left her. Her top was still bare for the world to see and for Jinx to toy with, and her bottom certainly wasn't providing much in the way of resistance as Jinx nestled herself against it.

Athala met Jinx's questioning with wide glossy eyes, the first hints of fear glistening in the thin tears beginning to form at the edges. Helplessness was a feeling no woman liked experience, let alone an otherwise talented fighter, yet here she was, reduced to mere infancy as Jinx simply sucked years worth of training and skill and sucked them up in one decisive slurp. Jinx was right, she practically wasn't even trying, and as much as she hated herself for admitting it, the reason was Jinx. She let out a loud yelp as she felt her boob clamped once more, accompanied by two targeted impact at her gut that sent her stomach reeling in on itself and interrupting whatever semblance of a response Athala was going to bumble back.

Her leg was released, but that only meant Jinx's hands were free to imprison another part of her body, this time targeting her head and bending her down in a crouched position. She curled her hand into a fist, hyperventilating as she dug in a few meager punches into Jinx's exposed midsection. She didn't know how many she got in, not that it mattered anyways as it didn't prevent Jinx from grasping at her bottom and yanking them upwards. Athala let out a deep grumbling sound that died out in a whimper, her attempts at resistance cut short as the thin fabric nestled itself deeply within her already tenderized loins.

She let out a few deliberate coughs, trying to mask the otherwise pathetic dribble that was coming out of her mouth. Still Jinx refused to grant her relief, instead yanking even harder, causing the lips of her nether region to curl around the thin membrane and expose their edges into the open air. The sensation was both deeply painful and pleasurable, eliciting more confused dribbles from Athala's croaky mouth as she witness Jinx take immense satisfaction in it all. "Jinx, please... this is so humiliating" Athala finally muttered out her words through a shaky voice, pleading with her opponent to stop tormenting her dignity.

She didn't know if Jinx heard her, or if she even cared. Instead she found her world flipped completely upside down, her feet leaving the mat with ease and sent soaring upwards into the air. The crowd, the arena, the lights, all of it was upside down, then sideways, then right-side up as she found her colliding into the mat, Her bottoms still drenched and forcefully nestled uncomfortably inside of her as they accompanied her on her decent. She let out a loud cry on impact, dying out into low moans and whimpers as she rocked back in forth in pain along damp canvas.

Athala had shown promise. Her physique and skill had opened the eyes of those who had only been accustomed to pretty faces. Her sense of style and wit were on point too, a full package primed for stardom. While the actual fight hadn't lasted very long, it had gotten people talking, putting stock in the fresh rookie as someone to look out for after she won this debut. Jinx hadn't even entered into the equation. They had seen her lackluster performance after all the flash in her entrance and big talk in the past and figured this all had a forgone conclusion. The turn around had taken more than the German by surprise.

This was wrestling, a dog eat dog business where one woman climbed over the corpse of another's career. This was how Jinx had been brought up, having the mentality pounded into her while she was coming up both literally and figuratively. She had already won the match, all that remained was a simple pin or submission, everything else had been above and beyond to prove a point. It was better Athala learn it now, that was the justification in her mind, her brain trying to excuse the abuse she was laying out on the rookie.

Folding Athala forward, Jinx looked to be on the world and thriving admits the boots and cheers from the crowd. Her grin soured slightly as she felt something slap against her side, not forceful enough to really interrupt, but unpleasant all the same. Her prey was still resisting? The feline fighter hissed as she was struck again, responding by flexing her arm to constrict Athala's neck with a hard crank as she continued her torturous work wriggling those wet bottoms up into the other girl's body. The smug grin returned as struggles faded again, pleased to assert herself once more. Now everyone knew who was the best… right?

Jinx's ears perked at the soft sound of a plea. So pathetic, so genuine. Behind all the bravado of the ring, this was the point of breaking, what it truly was to destroy someone. All it would take is another step and she would cross that line. There was power to be had there, reputation to gain… but at what cost? Her mind drew her back to the humiliation and shame found within her own debut. It had ruined her, twisted her into something sinister until she had tried to reclaim that small part of her that had been stolen. Once she had it though, it hadn't helped. Nothing did. Was she just perpetuating the same thing now in a cycle? With an angry snort she finally hiked the other woman up, throwing her back into the suplex to slam the mat.

Unhooking her arm, Jinx smoothly transitioned up to her knees, eyeing the battered and exposed Athala on the mat. Her handiwork. This woman's debut. The joy faded from her eyes, glancing off to the side as she walked herself up beside the downed woman on her knees. Leaning forward she crawled over top of Athala, using her body to cover the other woman's breasts with a simple pin, the only thing left she could do for her opponent to protect her from the jeering crowd that she had spurned on to begin with. There was no grinding here, no cheeky gropes, it seemed as though she had finished playing around at the other woman's expense.

"Stay down." What could have easily been another command didn't come across as such. There was a small strain in her voice, bordering on returning the plea she had been given. Regret was weakness, an apology would be unthinkable… this was just a truce, that was all. She had done what she needed to do so there was no reason to drag this out any longer. That was the new mentality, the only that had only just started to swell up with the knot of guilt in her stomach. It wasn't that she wanted to get rid of this uncomfortable pit, just that she had finished teaching a lesson, clearly. If the count came uninterrupted and victory was hers to claim, as she rose Jinx would give Athala what some might assume was a disrespectful shove as she rose. While it could have been out of spite, it was just hard enough to roll the other woman over onto her chest, covering her up again as the feline fighter rose to her feet.

This was it. That glorious debut she had been dreaming of ever since she signed her name on the dotted lines of her contract dissipating behind the haze that was her befuddled mind. She could handle the pain, she could handle the bruises and bumps that she was bound to make up to tomorrow morning. But the humiliation, and the robbed sense of victory; now that would be much harder to overcome. Protest as she might, there was simply nothing she could do about it. Jinx won fair and square. She had toyed with the prize fighter in a manner that rendered her not much of a fighter at all. As deceitful and seducing as her tactics were, they were effective, and even in her despair, Athala managed to sum up the mental fortitude to admire Jinx for that much at least.

All that was left was the feel of her opponent once more, this time draped along her down formed, her hand cupped over her exposed breast in a manner that was more comforting than it was possessive. The women had owned her, and in Athala's mind, had every right to assert her dominance over a beaten foe. Athala knew that she certainly would, had the situation been reversed. yet here she was, shielding her half naked form from a lustful, jeering crowd, protecting her and whatever shred of dignity that remained. Even Jinx's plea to stay down sounded genuine, but then again, considering how she'd so expertly toyed with her throughout the match, who was she to say what sounded real or not anymore?

There was a sort of unspoken aura lingering between the two, one too hard to articulate or put into words. It felt innate and natural, as if the two of them were telepathically communicating without sayin a single word. It wasn't hostile, or dripping with animosity or rage. But then again it was far from amicable. It was a perfect limbo, hovering in a state of pure neutrality, each side refusing to let true emotions or feelings become overtly aware to the other. Their was a sense of respect, yes, perhaps even the occasional twinge of affection, but beyond that it was just haze. Perhaps it was just Athala who felt this way, her mind too foggy to properly process the monumentality of the moment. Or maybe she wasn't, maybe Jinx was left just as confused and unsatisfied as she was.

The countdown seemed to be going at a snails pace. Jinx was still draped on top of her, simultaneously claiming and covering the body underneath her. Athala lay close-eyed, her chest rising in slow, deep, methodical breaths. Finally it was over, and with it, Jinx's embrace. Her opponent rose up above, shoving her roughly to her side as she ascended. Athala didn't bother trying to turn herself over, or even issue once last fleeting glimpse of her opponent. Instead she lay face first into the mat, left to bask in a puddle of her own shame.


Winner via Pinfall: Jinx