SRW: Velvela vs Croo-El! The Wolf and the Croc!

Crop-El had a weakness, and Velvela had caught on to it. While the croc was a terrifyingly powerful opponent to go up against thanks to her predatory instincts and cruel tactics, her natural defenses gave her something akin to an Achilles heel. The thick scales that covered the vast majority of her body was an armor that made taking impactful blows an absolute breeze! Cushioning the pugilist punks punches to the point of easy comfort. However, that only made the Croo-El comfortable and loosen up her defense. While she had muscles that could be tensed, Velvela’s expert jabs and hooks carved away any defense the crocs abdominal muscles could muster up!

In response, Croo-El hunkered down! The wolf’s rage filled frenzy of strikes raining down on the hunched predator like a heavy rain! The croc fighter’s scales did most of the work, but Vevela had a specific target in mind. Crop-El’s arms protected her stomach, for the most part. But Velvela was nothing if not persistent! Some punches slipped by, hitting her soft underbelly and getting a noticeable reaction from the hellish heel! The croc grunted, lunging forward to try and take a snap at Velvela’s soft white fur with her deadly jaws, only to step right into an uppercut instead!

The ring shook as Croo-El’s foot stomped down to maintain her balance! Croo-El’s arms fell away from her stomach as she stepped forward to lash at Vevela with a nasty hook! Anger blazed in her reptilian eyes as she seemed to want to hurt the wolf just as much as Velvela wanted to hurt her!

Velvela wasn't relenting at all as she sent a barrage of strikes down towards Croo-El. However, instead of directing them more towards the upper part of the body, she would aim for multiple strikes instead toward the midsection, a place far less armored than the rest of the crocodile's body, striking hard and fast in a way that made it all look like she was nothing more than white lightening. Velvela after all was a striker first and foremost as she began to get into the zone.

So in the zone was she that as Croo-El send out a lashing strike to try and hurt her, Velvela would duck completely low, nearly sitting down as she shot out one of her long legs to try and strike Croo-El down, to trip her up. The wolf woman wasn't all just punches and she felt she had worn her down enough to pull off something far more painful.

With teeth like twisted daggers and muscles and skin as strong as armor, Croo-El lashed out at the snow powder white wolf! But much like snow in a blizzard, Velvela seemed to slip through the crocodile woman’s grasp and off to her side! Another hammering blow smashed into Croo-El’s rips, earning a pained hiss to slip through her lethal maw that was like a dying snake. Those cold reptilian eyes struggled to track Velvela, the pugilist punk moving one foot to another and seemingly throwing another strike the second the last one hit her large opponents scales!

Quickly, Croo-El would protect her softer underbelly. While her abdominal muscles were sturdy enough to provide some protection, they lacked the thick scales that buffered much of the force of Velvela’s strikes and blows. With the wolfess constantly attacking Croo-El was forced into a defensive position, making any offensive strategy difficult. Her tail was an option, but Velvela was watching for it now. Her keen eyes never letting the deadly limb out of her peripherals as she danced around Croo-El.

Things were at a standstill for a few moments, right up until Velvela shocked just about everyone by suddenly lashing out with a kick! The strike was unexpected, and right at the back of Croo-El’s supporting leg. With a surprised grunt, Croo-El suddenly stumbled and fell on her hands and knees! Her back was towards Velvela, but the wolfess would quickly realize there was a new problem.

Croo-El’s underbelly was now towards the floor, making it a difficult target. And worse than that, the scales on her back were even thicker than everywhere else! Like jagged thorns, her scales seemed to come to a point almost as bad as the teeth from her maw! Striking those scales would come at a cost! But Croo-El didn’t give Velvela time to weigh any options! Instead, that tail of hers seemed to lash out once again! Looking to sweep Velvela right off her feet and force her to join the killer croc on the floor!

Velvela had pulled off a surprising strike against the crocodile woman, striking her with a kick to the back of the leg that tripped her foe easily. However, this would lead to a new issue, being now unable to strike at her without risking damage to her own body from the hard and sharp, scaled exterior. The wolfess however did have to try and do something and so fell back on the traditional professional wrestling techniques by running towards the ropes aiming to rebound off of them to do a leg drop. However, Croo-El had other ideas, tail thrashing around wildly and eventually tripping Velvela up to fall right on top of her opponent oddly enough in an unplanned way.

"Ooph!" she lets out, a bit dazed from the surprise fall.

As fast as the silver wolfess was, the sheer size of Croo-El’s tail was difficult to avoid even under the best circumstances. Velvela was already rebounding from the ropes towards her downed opponent which made it difficult to stop or gracefully avoid the swinging battering ram heading towards her legs! Thankfully, rather than smashing both of her legs like Croo-El had intended, the large scaly tail only managed to trip Velvela up! With a short stumble, the pugilist punk would actually flop right on top of her opponent! Croo-El blinked as the sudden weight landed on her back and made her stumble on her hands and legs…but didn’t keep her down!

In a rather reactive manner, Croo-El would try to throw Velvela off like a bull would throw off its rider! It seemed she was just trying to get her fluffy foe off. And for good reason. As strong as Velvela was, she could easily lock her into a tough submission and either hurt her hulking foe or even choke her out! Such rapid thinking seemed to prevent the thought that Croo-El could simply roll over and crush Vevela off her back…but it wouldn’t be long before that intrusive thought made its way into her head.

Velvela had been tripped up, falling to the mat in a rather embarrassing fashion for the wolf. She'd fall right on top of Croo-El, stunned a bit from striking the hard and tough scales of her opponent's back compared to her much softer fur. Even that hurt as it seemed like Croo-El's body itself could be used as a sort of weapon against her. The white wolf would try to grab at the croc's throat in turn then, trying to salvage the situation even as she fumbled a top her, struggling to stay on as she rode a top her like a bucking bronco, with only one arm holding on as she couldn't get the hold on.

"Stay still!"

Despite being a Croc, Croo-El bucked around just as savagely as any bull would have! Her tail swung around like a wrecking ball, hitting the arena floor with enough force to produce distinct craters and cracks for all in the audience to see. And yet, Velvela held on tight. One arm was wrapped around Croo-El’s thick neck, serving to slowly choke the reptilian woman as well as anchor Velvela to her opponent. A task that was growing nearly impossible thanks to the hissing tank of fury that was swinging her battering ram of a tail and slamming the ground with scaled fists and legs! The thunderous SNAP of Croo-El’s jaws were like thunder strikes, with the furry wolf being only inches away from those razor sharp teeth!

“SSSSSSsssstupid Pup!”

That rocky voice came out strained and struggled thanks to the work Velvela’s choke had put in. But rather than continue to thrash about, Crop-El would instead push off the floor! In one single instant, Velvela went from on top, to rapidly becoming underneath the giant as Croo-El intended to slam the wolf onto the floor with weight crushing the fluffy pugilist and an earth shaking slam!

Velvela wasn't having a good time of it, barely able to hold to Croo-El as she bucked around, trying to keep her down while remaining on top of her, but such a tactics wasn't enough to deal with the soon experience and strength imbalance that she was finding down here on the mat. This was not the boxer' style and with the few punches to the head that she could muster, it would be far from enough to really keep things going as it was and before long the tables would be turned. Velvela was the on down on the mat with Croo-El on top!

This would immediately into by the croc, dropping on top of her and smooshing her down. The wolf's face would contort oddly, feeling the air get knocked out of her as the full weight came down upon her, "awwoo..." she'd gasp out.

THWUMP!!!

The entire ring shook from Croo-El's impact! If it wasn't for how fluffy Velvela was, no one would have suspected that there was anyone underneath the Croc woman. However when Croo-El rolled off, there was Velvela laying on the floor looking worse for wear. The wolf had finally been dislodged from the Crocodile woman's back, and the grip around her neck was gone. Croo-El took in a deep breath, but she still choked and coughed thanks to her strained windpipe! She was tired, angry, and weirdly sore after taking so many strikes to the head! With a dizzy gaze, Croo-El looked around for a minute or two, trying to remember where Velvela even was.

"Oh....shit, right."

Croo-El found the wolf directly behind her. There Velvela was, quietly howling to herself. The tired Croc would only groan to herself, dragging herself over to plop on top of the fluffy sentient cushion for a quick pin attempt. She wasn't sure if it would work, but really didn't care. She wanted the world to stop spinning for a second.

Velvela could still fight, she knew she could but with such an added weight a top her it suddenly became far harder to move. The wolf woman wasn't ready for such a large weight a top of her and was now struggling to keep her shoulder up. It was almost too much for her as she grunted, trying to push the reptilian up and off of her. Both of them had gone all out so early in fight it seemed that now both were tired and too strained to nearly continue. It felt like this even as the pin was set and the referee quickly came to count the pin attempt, slamming their hand down upon the mat hard while the audience counted.

"1... 2..."

Then, Velvela pushed hard, kicking the mat downward at an odd angle to push herself up for a bit, resetting the pin before the count then resumed again. This time it would only reach the count of one as the next burst of strength and power would be the one to push the scaley crocodile off of her as the injured wolf rolled away. There was still a whole packs worth of fight in her and she wouldn't stop.