Two Pro-Wrestlers Walk Into A Bar...

The only way things really could’ve started out worse for Bacchus would be if Vanessa’s first hit had knocked her out on the spot. And as hard and suddenly as that blow had landed, maybe she was lucky that hadn’t happened, though that luck was a little hard to appreciate when more explosive punches were blasting all the air out of her lungs.

Even still, that didn’t mean Bacchus wasn’t having fun. She was jabbed once more while being driven away from the table and up against the wall. All the while, in spite of her pain and misfortunes thus far, a wide grin continued to pull at the corners of Bacchus’s lips. An arm forced itself against her chest and a thigh pressed right between her thighs and against her crotch, and still she grinned. Bacchus was a switch, capable of enjoying sexual domination from either the dominant or submissive side, though the list of men or women she had met who could play the dominant role to her liking was a short one. Vanessa was making a strong case to put her name on that list right off the bat. A small part of the Chinese martial artist’s mind considered the idea of just going with the flow to see where the redhead would take things from here. But what resonated even more strongly with her was just how into this fight Vanessa was. Her energy was infectious, and made Bacchus want to reciprocate it in full.

“Heh, who said there’s anything wrong?” she replied through a growl of her own, though hers was as much a product of the damage from Vanessa’s punches as it was an attempt to match her rival’s tone. She gave her hips a couple light thrusts, humming while she rubbed her crotch over the thigh that pressed against it.

“I’m always in the mood.” And with that, a hand swung in to hammer a punch into Vanessa’s side, seeking to take advantage of the opening left by the arm that was holding her against the wall. If that stunned the redhead as she hoped, Bacchus would then throw her head forward in an attempt to blast Vanessa with a forceful headbutt!

With Bacchus pinned against the wall, Vanessa could fully appreciate the frame of her rival, take in every inch and every muscle. She could feel those thighs flexing against her own, feel the chests grazing against each other, feel the heat of their bodies mixing and mingling, and it was all topped off with the heady scent of breath, giving them a quick reminder of what they’d been drinking.

Vanessa adored this. Absolutely adored it. Even the part when Bacchus broke free.

A lot of wrestlers would’ve tried something slick to escape a position like this, something fancy and complicated, but the response she got was a lot more direct. Bacchus was no fistfighter, but the woman could still deliver a half decent punch, one that had Vanessa aching for a moment. It wasn’t long, but it was enough of a window to slip a headbutt through, and that was precisely what wound up crashing on her nose.

The redhead stumbled up against a nearby table, grasping her face as she reeled from the blow, rubbing her nose. Not broken, not yet, but it had come close, and worse yet, it had done a good job of stunning her, leaving her open and clear. Vanessa brought her free hand up in a lackluster defense, but she knew that wasn’t going to be enough for whatever came next.

A weird thought occurred to Bacchus. Throwing headbutts was in a way similar to getting drunk. She never had a problem with either until the resulting headache in the aftermath. The pain in Bacchus’s head brought on by the collision of skulls was not unlike the sensation she woke up with after a night of heavy drinking, though she could at least take solace knowing that what she felt now would be gone much sooner. So long as she didn’t take too many head shots as bad as that one first.

In any case, it had done the job and freed her from the wall, a feeling she lamented for just a second or two. Bacchus had enjoyed the feeling of being pinned back by Vanessa, and she was certain the redhead had to have known that too. As tempting as it had been to let things play out, the knowledge that there would be plenty of time for feeling each other up later again helped her to prioritize winning this fight.

Seeing Vanessa’s lackluster defense, she shook her head to clear it before advancing quickly. Once within distance, Bacchus threw herself into a forward flip while swinging a leg over, aiming to bring heel and calf in the general area of Vanessa’s head and neck with a rolling koppu kick!

Ugh, fuck. Vanessa was fairly sure she would never get used to being headbutted like that. For a woman who specialized in kicking, Bacchus had good one, too, leaving the Irishwoman’s reddened head spinning. She lurched back, shook it off, and raised her fists, taking up her fighting stance again...but it was wobbly. Unsure. She needed a little respite.

She was willing to bet her opponent knew she needed it, too, because she seemed bent on not letting it happen. She was coming in fast, ducking low, and Vanessa’s instincts took over, going for a low guard to match.

Big mistake.

”Oh-” She realized where the real attack came from far too late, as Bacchus’s few came down on her skull in a wide arc, cracking her square on the forehead. A Rolling Koppu Kick? Nice. And not exactly something they teach you in any martial arts class, ever. Bacchus had an appreciation for the classics.

It worked, too, sending Vaness back yet again. This time, there was no standing - she flopped to her butt a few feet away, coming to a rest with her back against a nearby old-style Jukebox, one that sprung to life the moment she hit it. She was dazed at the moment, though, couldn’t respect the aesthetic touch.

The Rolling Koppu Kick most certainly was not something any of Bacchus’s taekwondo instructors had taught her. In fact, more than one had given her an earful for attempting it during spars, not that she had cared. If anything, knowing how much it might annoy them if they saw her using it now may have even been part of why she’d chosen to use it. Proficient as she was with her taekwondo, Bacchus never minded going outside of those parameters when the option seemed fun enough, as Vanessa was likely well aware by now.

And to her credit, the kick did get the job done. She felt her foot smack hard into Vanessa’s head, sending her foe back and into the jukebox machine. While Bacchus was rolling up to a knee, the sound of some Japanese rock song she’d never heard before filled the room. The singer she quickly decided she didn’t care much for, though the guitar and drums sounded pretty damn good. Maybe she’d look up an instrumental version of this later, if she remembered.

Snapping back to focus, she grinned while eyeing the redhead, then picked herself up while bolting straight at her in a dead sprint! The distance was closed in only a few quick, long strides, before Bacchus dropped down and attempted to drill both her feet into Vanessa’s stomach with a low dropkick!

Huh. Japanese Rock. It had never even occurred to Vanessa that there was such a thing. Not half bad, even, though far from great. Kind of sounded like Metallica warming up. Vocals needed some work.

There were worse tunes one could have a bar brawl to, at least, and it was only a footnote in her mind at the moment. Her thoughts were far more focused on her aching back, her dizzy head, and the woman who’d caused both things and was moving in for more. She didn’t have to look up to know that Bacchus was on her ass - the woman was a drunkard, but she wasn’t stupid, and she knew to close a gap and finish the job while she had a chance.

Vanessa needed three seconds to get back up. However, she only had about two.

She was just beginning to rise, getting up to one knee, when Bacchus came in like a cannonball and shot those mighty, meaty legs of hers out, drilling her in the stomach. The blow would have sent her flying if there were any space to fly. Instead, she was sandwiched into the jukebox, pinning against it for a painful instant, hitting with enough force to rock the machine off its front legs. She fell to the floor a moment later and flopped flat on her chest, leaving her a groaning mess while the tune changed up again.

Kind of a shame. She was already getting used to the beat.

There was no doubt that Vanessa had taken the worst end of the exchange when Bacchus blasted her with the sliding dropkick. But for the Chinese woman, her hip and back thumping against the hardwood floor of the bar hadn’t been the most pleasant feeling either. Regardless, her attack had struck right on the mark and done its job wonderfully.

Picking herself up, Bacchus noticed the new tune beginning to play over the jukebox, which was now laying on its side. Once again it was a Japanese song she had no familiarity with, but this one had a bit more of an upbeat tempo. Catchy tune, she had to say. A fun idea came to her head, and she strode over to Vanessa’s prone body. Her right foot stepped onto the small of her rival’s back, while the left came up and stepped between the woman’s shoulder blades.

“I think I like this song! Gonna have to find out what it’s called later,” she said, beginning to dance to the song while standing on top of Vanessa! The downed woman would have a few moments to try to get Bacchus off of her while she was caught up in her dancing. But if she still hadn’t done so after about five seconds or so, then Bacchus would abruptly end the dance by jumping up and attempting to come right back down on Vanessa’s back with a double foot stomp.

Vanessa had a trampling fetish, apparently.

That was the takeaway she would come back with when Bacchus brought her foot down on her spine and used it for a surfboard, pinning her to the floorboards. By all rights, it was an unpleasant sensation - the woman wasn’t heavy by any means, probably not too high over 70 kg if she had to guess, but that was still a lot of weight to be taking on only two small points, and with her chest against an unforgiving wooden floor. Vanessa’s bones were crying out for some release, protesting the harsh, unrelenting, hammering pain. She needed relief. She needed release.

But there was something hot about it, too. Something that had her toes curling with pleasure even as the rest of her body squirmed in pain. Definitely something to explore. Later.

”Oh…” Vanessa groaned and chuckled through her teeth, as she scraped her gloves fingernails along the floor. ”You are so dead when I-”

He half-joke, half-threat came to an abrupt end as Bacchus suddenly leaped up, taking away the pinning pressure. Since Vanessa was familiar with how gravity worked, she knew what would be coming next, but that wouldn't do her much good - she wasn’t in a position to do anything but brace herself, for all that was worth.

Not much, as it turned out. Bacchus’ feet shot through her back, and it felt like they come out the other end. Vanessa shrieked, a shrill noise, and went rolling away after the harsh impact. Her hands went to her back to massage the furious pain there, but she was hurting all over her chest, too, and it left her in a thrashing fit on the floor.

Bacchus heard Vanessa chuckling while she danced on the woman’s back, and the infectious sound brought a bit of laughter from her own lips. It was quite difficult to tell if Vanessa was simply finding the situation more amusing than she normally might because of the alcohol, or if she was genuinely enjoying being stepped on. Mental notes in times like these weren’t always stored securely, but Bacchus did her best to put the thought in a place she’d remember to come back to later.

In the meantime, there was no confusion or dispute about the effect of the double foot stomp. The moment her feet slammed down onto Vanessa’s back, the resulting shriek made it clear it had been every bit as impactful as Bacchus had wanted. She lost her balance and stumbled off of Vanessa right after the impact, catching herself by the edge of a nearby table just before she was about to trip and fall over.

“Whoops! Must’ve taken a bad step there, silly me,” she said with a chuckle while approaching Vanessa’s downed form. Crouching while she reached out, Bacchus tried to grab her wrist so she could drag the redhead to her feet. And if she could get her back up, she’d immediately wrap her arms around her rival’s midsection and hoist her up into the air, squeezing her tightly in her clutches with a bear hug! On top of the pain she’d be inflicting, Bacchus would also be treated to an up close view of Vanessa’s chest, and the feeling of the woman’s crotch and hips pressing and grinding against her bare belly.

Oh, this sucked. This sucked hard. Vanessa might’ve had a trampling fetish, but she could say with a certainty that she didn’t have a stomping fetish, or whatever you would call something like that. Bacchus wasn’t a heavy woman, but she had some serious power in those legs of her, and having them all come down on her back at one like that felt like being driven through the damn floor.

She was aching, wheezing, in no condition to even stand up, so it was a good thing that she didn’t have to. Bacchus came over and did that for her, scooping her and pulling her into a tight embrace, one that gave her some mixed feelings.

On one hand, her spine was in agony and the bearhug made that so much worse. It felt like was being cut in half.

On the other hand, goddamn did it feel good to grind her body against Bacchus’. That chest, the stomach, their hips sliding against each, separated by thin material, all this touching and rubbing and…

Fuck it. They both knew where this was going. Might as well go ahead and kick the ball off.

Vanessa brought her arm around Bacchus’ neck, pulled her in, and smashed their lips together in wild kiss, ramming her tongue in as far as it would go. Teeth gnashing, lips sliding, she ran her nails down her opponents back and dug in tight, taking everything she could in the moment.

When that moment passed, though, she broke away from the kiss, drew back, and came in again with something a little less passionate: A headbutt.