Charlotte Harenwood vs Claudia Kwon - Strike Hard

Charlotte was usually far better on the offence than defence, but even she knew that you needed to sometimes just react when on the back foot and do something, anything to get out of it. The thing with high flying was that it was high risk and high reward, you either crashed on your opponent or you crashed and burned. Charlotte tended to keep things grounded unlike her Cousin Eliza, a sign that Charlotte's MMA background shone through. The duel seeker was glad her warrior mindset came about here as it saved her from a massive disaster that was a fusion of a steel chair and a lethal hellhound. Though even then not without cost to herself here, Charlotte felt a numbing surge of pain shoot through her knees and legs and she couldn't help but let out a loud "Murrrrrr......"


The French girl had been tagged in the legs before in fights, back when she lacked the ability to check kicks like she could now her thighs would be swollen and sore. But she'd have taken a full on spin kick from Eliza than to have to go through this again! 

Thankfully at least Claudia got the memo and crashed and burned faster than Charlotte's college grades, the duel seeker could hear the roar of the crowd chanting at the explosive match that had been occurring. Charlotte heaved and panted, but was actually finding herself taking heart in it all. It was like when she had fought Angela Gil, the rapid beating in her chest and the shouts of those around her. This was part of what it was to be a fighter........

Gritting her teeth Charlotte would roll onto her stomach and crawl towards Claudia's crashed state, forgoing chivalry Charlotte would grab the hellhound by her hair and heft her up along with the duel seeker before trying to ram her into the apron first before trying to roll her into the ring and attempt a pin afterwards.

*Despite assuming she had the advantage, so much so that she had thrown caution to the wind and attempted an aerial maneuver that ultimately wound up sending her crashing upon Charlotte's shins, Claudia held no animosity towards her adversary- She had detected an incoming attack and, through impeccable timing and astonishing resolve, managed to turn the tide back in her favor. However, this didn't mean that the den mother was about to remain sedentary, but before she had the chance to fully recuperate, the french fatale snatched her by the fringes of her locks and tossed her towards the outskirts of the ring apron!*

"WHUD!" *Her cranium ricocheted off the edge of the no vacant arena, sending Claudia spiraling towards the cement pavement yet again, only this time, she caught herself on the palms of her hands, refusing to be dropped twice in a row so effectively.* "Nnhh...you're...m..more persistent than I gave you credit for~" *She barked, as miniature droplets of crimson dribbled downward and splashed against the ground.*

"B..but...I've lived on the streets for years, foraging for food and combating the unknown on a daily basis!" *She snarled, her words seemingly rejuvenating both her spirit and her tenacity as she slowly returned to her feet.* "You have no idea how much suffering I've endured, and now, it's time I inflicted some of it upon you!" *Dashing towards her target, Claudia subsequently snatched her within a headlock, attempting to drop her across the ring apron for a modified bulldog!*

Spoiler:

Despite it being a match where anything went Charlotte was trying to get it back in the ring for a few reasons, first was in relation to her sense of honour being a place to fight in. Much like in front of nobility it was a sacred sort of place and one that Charlotte felt more at closeness with her thanks to her MMA background, the second was due to a good deal of pragmatism. Claudia was clearly far more at home where there was a lack of a base to battle in as opposed to the French gir's honed insular instincts, Charlotte's martial background was likely reinforcing her bad habits however. 

Namely one that all those Charlotte had ever fought regardless of it being a spar or a proper bout would attest and agree to, she had tunnel vision the longer a fight went on. As wounds mounted and the battle wore on Charlotte would find her view would narrow as she mustered on in an attempt to bring her opponent down before even she reached her limits. Claudia however was unlike any foe that Charlotte had encountered, not even that match with Angela was enough to compare at this point she thought. Claudia was wounded by Charlotte's aggressive pressure, her red outfit made it hard to determine but the duel seeker could have sworn she saw red there. The hellhound suited it well Charlotte reasoned, she'd ought consider it a badge of honour that she didn't chicken out from something like that. If anything it likely would spur on Claudia there the duel seeker reasoned.

But Claudia was scrappy as she spoke aloud of that fact, it seemed that the hellhound had vinegar in her veins and saw red just as much there to back that up and unleash it upon Ms Harenwood. The next thing that the French girl knew Claudia was springing to life like a bat out of hell and wrapped her arm tightly around Charlotte's neck, with Ms Harenwood's eyes bulging out and her arms flaying about wildly as suddenly her vixen of an opponent would run along the ring apron and smack Charlotte right down into it with a momentum laden bulldog to send her crashing and burning with a very loud thuwmping noise that sent the crowd roaring in approval!

Charlotte would let out a loud grunt and simply lay there on the apron with one arm just dangling down from her spot, totally dumbfounded by what just occurred there. The hellhound proved she had some dark tricks up that hoodie of hers by spiking Charlotte down hard, heck the French girl was stunned with stars around her head and very much so in her eyes here if her slack jawed, quietly breathing form was anything to go by. Her twitching fingers and blinking showing Charlotte wasn't out of this, but that sudden and jarring impact from the hellhound left the Harenwood totally at the whims of this sensual and lethal opponent here!

*Feeling reenergized by the prospect of Ryan potentially having eyes on the dyad trading blows, Claudia managed to rally herself in this make or break situation, clamping down against Charlotte's throat and delivering her directly towards the ground with an extremely satisfying confirmation sound!*

"WHUD!" *Was the onomatopoeia that rippled throughout the stadium, electrifying the audience and rejuvenating the den mother's slightly wavering confidence in herself. However, despite how things may appear, she harbored no animosity towards her foe, and gradually knelt down to hoist her back upon two legs.*

"Try not to take what I do next personally~" *She whispered, nibbling the rim of her earlobe before rolling her underneath the bottom rope, subsequently sliding in after her. Once repositioning her adversary against the bottom turnbuckle, Claudia charged towards her, spinning around and crashing her plump derriere against Charlotte's face for a super peach canon, having weaponized her generous backside before eventually grinding it upon the unsuspecting maid!

Well Charlotte had to admit she felt sluggish than ever after that drop, the duel seeker was again reminded of the fact that Claudia was very much at home outside the ring where she could use her wild mentality to use her surroundings to an excellent advantage. While the French girl had thought her practised and honed techniques would serve her well also it became clear by that sudden turnaround that Claudia was all too comfortable in the urban jungle than the refined arena and Charlotte was paying for it most dearly here. If Eliza were here she'd have no doubt chided her Cousin for this slip up, but she'd have told the duel seeker nothing she'd have not said herself. Because currently Charlotte could do nothing else in her stunned state save for contemplate and possibly rethink her major decisions as she was left at the whims of this hellhound, no doubt having intentions of eating Charlotte alive here in this current moment. After all the duel seeker was draped atop the ring apron like a three course dinner all savoured and ready to consume~

As it turned out Claudia muttered something into the French girl's ear, in her stunned state Charlotte could only pick up about half of what she said. Something about 'take......personally.....' before feeling the hellhound nibble her ear to which Charlotte lightly moaned from the sensitive contact, as chaste as Charlotte was even she'd feel that. It helped distract Ms Harenwood from Claudia shuffling her into the ring and prop her in the corner with the turnbuckle resting her head, from here Charlotte would slowly open her eyes from her vertical position......

Just in time to see Claudia bolting at her and in slow motion would turn around and slam her shorts clad rear end right at Charlotte's head! Hot damn those hellhound's hips didn't lie and they certainly were far from harmless just like every inch of the sensual wolf girl, as they barrelled right into Charlotte's cute features and slammed her head right back into the turnbuckles! It earned a loud grunt from the French girl, but to 'rub it in' even further Claudia began grinding her hips right into and around Charlotte's head! The crowd roared in approval as the hellhound marked her territory here against one of the Harenwoods tonight, no doubt earning the even greater ire of Eliza as she gave Charlotte an upclose view and feel of that curvy rear end if Charlotte's moans of agony and light slapping of her hands was anything to go by. 

In the back Ryan had been keeping an eagle eye on this match the entire time, he'd shuffled off from Vivienne's downed form to get a better up close look and was greatly rewarded as Claudia gave Charlotte a taste of them cheeks and grinned ear to ear and practically bounced about on the spot and yelled "You! Lucky! Bitch! LUCKY! Suck it Eliza my hellhound just marked your Cousin there! You! Useless maid you.....!" Ryan's trail of speech where he was going to grab Vivienne again and make sure the maid could see the fact Claudia was making sure Charlotte was indeed a dog was cut off, the maid was gone! Ryan started at the spot where she'd been with rapid blinking, before letting out a loud roar and storming out the room in search of her!

*Swaying her hips from one side to another in order to maximize the effect her posterior had against Charlotte's unguarded maw, The Den Mother heard the uproarious applause of the audience continue to spur her on, fully revitalizing The Crimson Wolf's spirit. While this fight had been a blast, she believed it was long past time to wrap this scuffle up in a pretty, sadistic bow.*

"Gotta admit, you nearly caused me to break a sweat back there~" *Snatching the edge of her adversary's trembling legs, Claudia proceeded to drag the prostrated maiden towards the center of the arena, concocting a brilliant manner of finishing her foe off.*

*Stepping her left leg across Charlotte's opposite side, Claudia subsequently spun around, achieving a few inches of vertical air before her knees drove the air residing within the quivering mess underneath her!*

"Hmhm, sorry~" *She facetiously remarked before promptly scooting her plump rear towards the fringes of her mouth, eventually eclipsing Charlotte's entire vision with her enormous backside! It wouldn't be long now before the hapless maid would succumb to a lack of oxygen, the crowd beginning to chant* "Say Goodnight! Say Goodnight!"

Spoiler:

Charlotte couldn't really recall the last time she was in such a......degrading posture, she'd been beaten before. But this, this was on a whole nother level for the French girl. This was so......demoralising. Charlotte despite her aggressive and tryhard nature was often a prim and proper sort and a rather prudish sort, she'd be drunk sure but the most Charlotte had gotten to something like this was trying to rear mount her opponent on the mat. 

Instead the hellhound was rubbing it in the literal sense by stinkfacing the French girl and really earning the ire of virtually every single Harenwood across the world here, as she gave Charlotte a taste of her cheeks with that tail mockingly resting atop the duel seeker's head as she was engulfed by the curvy rear that made the guys and girls cheer while Claudia spoke of how Charlotte had almost made her break a sweat there. That inwardly angered Charlotte.......though she only voiced this via her muffled pained groans from the smothering from the den mother who proved she had a body that lived up to that moniker!

The duel seeker's lack of oxygen was starting to get to her, with Charlotte offering no real resist when Claudia dragged her to the centre of the ring. No doubt trying to cap this off in style here, the French girl would at least notice that her vision wasn't pitch black anymore. However it was all ended too soon however as Claudia's backside would soon decide to seek rest upon Charlotte's head in a more dominating manner than the corner with the sensually lethal facesit! 

It was at this point Charlotte's inner mind was starting to switch off, but there was still her warrior spirit there lingering in the pitch darkness. The duel seeker was feeling a fire in the pit of her gut, no way. No way was she going out like this! Charlotte demanded satisfaction, she demanded a fight god dammit and this wasn't a way to lose! The French girl grinded her teeth and balled her fists, drawing deep within herself for that proverbial second wind......if Claudia thought Charlotte was lulled and out of it, well she'd have a rude awakening here.......as the duel seeker would seek to quickly grasp hold of the hellhound's legs and and roll to the side with her and get her head out from under her rear end. Before gritting her teeth and trying to hoist up with Claudia into a vertical position and counter with a powerful electric chair drop!

*Continuing to literally rub her impending victory in Charlotte's facial region, Claudia felt a sense of relief and triumph wash over her fatigued figure- She had exerted a significant degree of energy throughout the course of their intense altercation, and despite how it may appear, The Wolfmother was far more exhausted than her confident facade would lead the audience to believe.*

"ONE!" *The moderator officially started the countdown, shocking the audience at Claudia potentially claiming yet another match for herself. Sooner rather than later, she began lowering her guard and unwinding atop the comfy pillow beneath her. Before long, she heard the subsequent* "TWO!" *Echo throughout the arena, solidifying her uncontested dominance for the second time in a row!*

*However, The Crimson Wolf began feeling an uncomfortable sensation underneath her- she couldn't quite pinpoint what the precise reason was, but Charlotte was determined to emerge from this catastrophically abysmal situation by any means necessary!* "W...wha?!" *Claudia couldn't fathom what was happening, and before she had the chance to rectify the situation, she was already a few feet skyward!*

"H...h...how did you do that?!" *Sounding more astonished than irate, Claudia tried swinging from side to side in a futile attempt to discombobulate the intrepid Frenchwoman's balance, but it was to no avail- Within a matter of seconds, her entire form had been dunked backwards, her spine splashing against the ground from the monstrous, back-shattering move!*

Spoiler:

Well. Claudia had done it now! She might have gotten one clean over there on the duel seeker here had she not tried to demean and sensually humiliate Charlotte here, it had enraged and angered the French girl and reignited her warrior soul. Charlotte knew in her debut that there was no way in hell it would end like this with the downed Harenwood tasting the backside of the Hellhound that had been tearing a bloody path through the lands. Eliza would have never let Charlotte hear the end of something like that! 

No, Claudia might have considered herself a beast. But Charlotte too had one in her, a mighty and powerful unicorn that's horn was sharp enough to split a single hair and it saw red after that humiliating position that Claudia shunted her into. The crowd shouted in surprise at the sudden and swift rise and fall of the hellhound as she got taken for a trip with the electric chair courtesy of the enraged French girl!

After slamming Claudia down to the mat Charlotte remained there, her eyes wide and her breathing ragged. But it was was clear that a fire was there, a drive to correct that mistake. No way would history have it be known that she lost in such a shameful manner, Charlotte would grit her teeth and demand satisfaction from her sensually lethal canine. Charlotte would roll onto her front and ball her hands into fists, before slamming them on the mat and leaning back and screaming to the sky. Was this felt by her ancestors so long ago? The drive to seek a nobler end? Charlotte knew not fully, but she'd take this chance to wage war!

Claudia muttered deliriously of how Charlotte could pull that off, to which the French girl would simply mutter "It was.....for honour......." before trying to press her assault by trying to mount the hellhound and started trying to deliver some stiff fists and elbows into Claudia's chest area and get it bruised. Something told Charlotte that under that hoodie of hers Claudia had a nice set of abs, best to get try and make sure her air was gonna be taken out a bit more there the best way Charlotte knew how!

*It was a little uneven of the sophisticated maiden to bay towards the sky, even more so when the audience was quick to encourage it! If Claudia hadn't been on the receiving end, she would have been a strong proponent regarding what she was experiencing- However, she was about to experience the zenith of what Charlotte had to offer, bracing for the inevitable impact!*

"O..oh yeah?!" *The feral fistfighter snarled, bringing her arms up around her facial region to defend against the incoming blows. Much to her dismay, the fierce Frenchwoman went south of where she had anticipated, drawing out a significant amount of her precious oxygen!*

"Hhooooff!" *She silently admitted that Charlotte packed some serious firepower, but she refused to be pummeled without retribution, blasting her adversary's spine with a blisteringly fast knee strike!*