Rainbow Mika vs. Anesthesia - The Dark Nightingale Returns

Anesthesia was starting to feel some anger building up - as much as she could muster while rubbing around with such a lovely opponent, at least. She loved the feel of flesh against her own, she loved the smell of mixing sweat, but she distinctly did not care for getting slapped around the ring like some low-league no-name. She was of a higher breed than that.

You might not have been able to tell that when Rainbow Mika snagged her with the headlock. You might not have been able to that when the warrioress began pummeling Anesthesia in the face.

But when she pulled forward for the bulldog, that was when the Dark Nightingale's potential became clear.

As Rainbow Mika leaped forward, Anesthesia didn’t go down..she went up. Her arm went around Mika’s waist, lifting her up as she jumped, while at the same time bringing her leg forward and kneeling - all so that she could drop her foe’s tailbone down on her outstretched knee, completing the atomic drop!

After the embarrassing start to this match, it felt good to get some payback in. This was what Mika thought as she squeezed Anesthesia in a side headlock, pouring her Co aider able strength into the hold to add to your nurse's discomfort. As punch after punch slammed into her opponent's head, Mika heard a soft grunt with each hit. Hopefully, each blow was a painful reminder to Anesthesia that the Rainbow Warrior was not to be tripled with.

But just as she broke into a leap, Anesthesia's arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, arresting her forward momentum. Alarmed, Mika only had time to give a gasp of surprise before she was slammed down, hard, against Anesthesia's outstretched knee.

Pain shot up Mika's tailbone, and a sharp cry of pain escaped her lips. Bouncing off Anesthesia's knee, Mika toppled to her side, eyes screwed shut behind her mask as one hand reached back to clutch her hurting rear. "Nnnnnh...."

God, Mika could hit hard.

That should’ve been obvious right from the start, yes - the woman was a mountain of muscle, clearly seen through her ridiculously exposed garment - but Anesthesia had realised just how strong until the blows had come raining down on her face. Even though she’d successfully managed a counter and put her foe down on the floor, she was the one reeling. The blow made her stumble about for a second, rubbing her skull as Rainbow Mika rubbed her ass.

But she didn’t stay stunned for long. Not too long. If anything, the pain spurned her on, fired her up, and made her desire to ravish and ravage Rainbow Mika even stronger.

It was time to operate.

Though this match couldn’t be won with a regular submission, Anesthesia could use one to wear her opponent down, and that was exactly what she planned to do. She stepped between Rainbow Mika’s sturdy legs and secured the left one in her calves, bending it at the knee as she fell down on Mika’s back and forced her to lie flat. From there, it was a simple matter of reaching out, grabbing her foe’s chin from behind, and pulling into one of Anesthesia’s favorite, most devastating submission holds - the STF.

As Mika toppled onto her front, she arched back to clutch her hurting rear, unwittingly giving both the audience and her opponent a nice view of her backside. Past the pain, however, Mika was starting to panic a little. Somehow, Anesthesia was keeping ahead of her in this match, countering her attacks at every turn. She began to wonder if she was slipping a little and not being fast and decisive enough in her strikes, or if Anesthesia was just that good.

She didn't have time to figure out an answer. As she tried to crawl away, her leg was suddenly grabbed, flattening her chest against the mat. "Wha--" was all she managed to say before Anesthesia draped her body against her back, cupping her chin and wrenching her in a painful STF!

"Nnnnnnnnnnggh~~" Mika bit back a scream as her leg and upper back were stretched painfully. Her free leg kicked fitfully against the mat, and her arms pawed at Anesthesia's, but try as she might, she was trapped. Her eyes and teeth clenched shut as she tried to withstand the hold, blindly shooting an elbow back in the vain hope of hitting Anesthesia...

Now, this was what Anesthesia loved about wrestling.

There she laid on top of Rainbow Mika, keeping her foe trapped and tamed and torturing her with the STF. In particular, she liked this move for the way it allowed her to not only hurt her opponent, but do a few interesting things. Things with her mouth.

Like talking. ”What’s wrong, love? I just want to get close to you. Spend some quality time.”

And licking. She ran her tongue over the back of Rainbow Mika’s ear, tasting around the lobe, tracing over the sides, leaving a thin trail of saliva in her wake.

She was about to get into some biting, too, when an elbow smashed her in the side of her head. The blow rocked her head and made her release the hold, falling over to her side while she rubbed her temples.

Shame. She’d been enjoying herself. But later…

Despite herself, a cry of pain was slowly escaping Mika's lips as Anesthesia stretched at her relentlessly. All of her kicking at the mat was accomplishing nothing, and struggle though she might, she could not escape the nurse's iron grip. Her eyes clenched shut behind her mask, only to open again in surprise as Anesthesia began to teasingly lick the back of the neck. She cried out again, this time in alarm, her face instantly going red from the feeling of the nurse's tongue on her bare skin.

And then, finally, her elbow hit home, finally making the naughty nurse release her. Gasping, Mika flopped onto her front, her neck and upper back throbbing with pain. Ever instinct was now telling her to roll away, to get away from Anesthesia and regroup, but the pain was slowing her down. All she could do now was press an arm to the mat and try to roll over...

Rainbow Mika’s blow hurt, like everything the strongwoman did, but Anesthesia was quite a bit stronger than she looked at first glance. She was stunned, but that didn’t last for long, and by the time her head cleared, she was greeted by a lovely sight: Mika was still reeling, laying on the floor, starting to roll over and ever-so-prone to whatever attack she had in mind. And there were plenty.

While her first inclination was to work towards satisfying the win condition for the match, she knew that Rainbow Mika needed a little more hammering before that would even be a feasible move. This would be the point where a more adventurous wrestler tried to go for something daring and flashy, but she had something more practical and effective in mind.

Dashing off to the side, Anesthesia hit the rope and came bounding back towards her fallen foe. When she was close, just before the point she’d run over Mika, the Dark Nightingale leaped up and came down on her with a knee, trying to drive it into her opponent’s chest with all her weight and momentum behind it.

Mika always relied on moving fast in the ring. It was always her big strategy: while she was not above grinding an opponent down with a heavy submission hold, she always preferred to remain on the move, relying on speed and raw power to hammer the opponent relentlessly. But now, she could barely move, and could barely keep pace with her opponent. Anesthesia really knew how to work those submission holds well, and it was putting a strain on even Mika's famed endurance. Slowly, she managed to roll over...

...and too late realized that she had just presented herself as a big target. Anesthesia's elbow hammered down between her heart-clad breasts, causing them to seemingly balloon upwards from the hit. Mika went wide-eyed as the air erupted from her lungs, and her entire body jerked sideways almost spasmodically as she gasped and gagged...

Anesthesia’s attack, landed spot on, crashing down with the knee right on target. She couldn’t have asked for a better outcome from such a standard move - Mika, already floored to begin with, was reeling from the hit. Wide open. Hurting.

The Dark Nightingale rolled to her knee and looked back over her shoulder with the slimmest of smiles, letting her tongue slither around the edge of her lips. It was time.

As Rainbow Mika rolled to the side, Anesthesia scooted back her way and shoved her chest, pushing her shoulders to the mat. But she wasn’t going for a pinfall. This wasn’t that sort of match, after all - there was one way to win, and she was attempting it, now.

Anesthesia swung her leg over Rainbow Mika’s chest, grabbed her by the pigtails, slid forward, and tried to ram the Street Fighter’s face into her crotch, going for a tight - and embarrassing, surely - forward facesit.

Mika was breathing between short gasps now as she rolled onto her side. This wasnt working: no matter what she did, Anesthesia was always seemingly one step ahead of her, taunting and embarassing her with every move. The more this match dragged on, the more angry, frustrated, and daunted Mika found herself becoming, and it had been a long time since she had encountered an opponent who could do that to her.

She felt herself being shoved onto her back, and the next thing she knew, her face was yanked up into pink latex! She gave a muffled shout as she scrabbled and flailed underneath Anesthesia, trying to pull her face free from the other girl's crotch. In desperataion, she pressed her legs together and shot her knees up into Anesthesia's back, hoping to unbalance, her, if not knock her off completely!