Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

Dr. Cutter cursed, an indecipherable, enraged mutter behind her mask. She cursed because she’d been silly enough to go for that boot and leave herself wide open, she cursed because she’d been forced into such an unseemly position. And she cursed because she knew that Esdeath would not let her folly go unpunished.

So it was no surprise when the vile vixen snatched her from behind and put her in the inverted facelock, with the dragon sleeper soon to follow. What did come as a surprise, however, was the way she followed up on it.

For the first time she could think of, Dr. Cutter was fondled before she had a chance to do so to her opponent, as Esdeath explored her breast with those curious fingers of hers. The Operator couldn’t resist a little moan, the briefest hint of a reaction. She’d clearly gone too long without sufficient female company.

But, as good as it felt, it did make Dr. Cutter realize something: if Esdese was rubbing her breast, she had both arms free. Even in such a brutal hold, that presented opportunities.

Dr. Cutter languished in the hold for a moment longer, taking the time to let out a lewd cry, then went into action. She jerked her arm back and tried to drive her elbow into Esdeath’s side, trying to tickle her ribs enough to make her let go.

Esdese was a little too occupied with feeling up her opponent, knowing full too well if her opponent had the correct mind set and wouldn't get flustered easily that it would bite her in the ass. It was exactly that when her opponent decided to correct Esdese's priority with the form of an elbow smashing into her side, causing her to briefly squeeze that orb even tighter before she would released Dr. Cutter completely, lifting her legs so she could roll backwards and away from the woman, allowing them both some time to recover.

At the very least, she had forced a moan from the woman, which at least made Esdese content in the sounds department, though she was hoping for all kinds of sounds from Dr. Cutter before this night was over, so many things she was going to make this woman experience. She would straighten up, briefly rubbing her side as she kept her eyes on the woman, not saying anything and instead just waiting for her to get back up again.

”A little focus, dearie.” The words were pleasant, but the way Dr. Cutter said them was surely not, hissing from underneath her mask as she drove the elbow in her opponent’s side, catching her on the ribs. It was a good move, but she hated the fact that she was in a position to use it - she’d been far too careless to start out, and that dragon sleeper could’ve put her in a much worse spot.

She was free. Now she had to do something with it.

Dr. Cutter rolled to her feet and spun about, facing Esdeath head on as she started to do the same. Not wanting to give her opponent a moment to to do the same, she rolled to her feet and darted straight for her, getting her arms up and trying to force her foe into a lockup, wanting to push her right into the nearest corner.

Esdeath's little plan to keep on teasing Dr. Cutter and get more than just a moan out of her turned out to bite her in the ass, a very confident action that met with that risky result she had hoped would not happen, her opponent skilled and resilient enough to not get persuaded by Esdeath's gentle yet erotic touch. It wouldn't matter much though since the match had just started and there was plenty of time to feel up that chocolate skin when it was bare, exhausted and overheated from the moves she would force it in.

After rising back onto her feet, she would look back at her approach opponent, who went for the lockup. She was hesitant at first but showing her strength and knowing how much her opponent had was mandatory for her strategy, accepting it and pushing hard against the woman. She had great difficulty though and was forced close to the corner before she spread out her feet to solidify her ground, a smirk appearing on Esdeath's face. " Beautiful and strong.. I do enjoy that type. "

There was something primal about this fight, a certain heat that hung in the air. To Dr. Cutter, it felt almost as if she and Esdeath were awakening something deep in their heritage. Hearkening back to a time when fighting for dominance was an everyday occurrence, when two women would claim dominion in the most brutal, base way imaginable.

Bit of a turn on, really. Dr. Cutter was getting hot just thinking about it.

While Esdeath was by no means weak, it seemed like the strength advantage was firmly on Dr. Cutter’s side, as she forced her future patient further and further to the ropes. The would-be domme managed to stop her advances with a widened stance, but the Operator hardly saw that as a problem. She’d gained good ground, and she’d be losing none of it.

”As do I.” She whispered, her husky breath slipping through the mask as she nuzzled against Esdeath’s neck. ”They make the most lovely screams when they break.”

With that out of the way, Dr. Cutter reared back with her leading leg, then drove forward and pulled Esdeath in towards with the same motion, trying to hit her foe with a vicious knee to the ribs as they closed in.

Esdeath had to change her tactics and start attacking Dr. Cutter's limbs, preferably her arms considering that she was pushed into a withdrawal, nearing the ropes until the woman decided to nuzzle her neck, briefly interrupting Esdeath's train of thought before she was pulled in and that knee slammed right into her ribs, almost causing Esdeath to buckle down onto her knees from the sheer power it had been forced to endure.

There was little time for her to actually consider tending to it though, shifting her heels along the mat as she would twist her body to the side, the opposite direction of where she had been hit though to make sure the pain in her ribs was felt at a bare minimum, slamming her hip against Dr. Cutter's waist before she tried to hiptoss her to the ground and go down with her for a laying side headlock, with Esdeath laying across Dr. Cutter's chest.

Dr. Cutter knew virtually nothing of Esdeath before this match, but she was learning things quite quickly. First and foremost, it was becoming obvious that, underneath the high heels and the slick accouterments, the heart of a skilled wrestler was beating. The knee didn’t completely throw her off, as it would have with many of the Friction roster. No, this one came back, and she did so in expert fashion.

Dr. Cutter had just enough time to let out an undignified squawk as she was hurled through the air and dropped hard on her back. It was just a hiptoss, hardly the most devastating of moves, but Esdeath, used her position well, transition seamlessly into the headlock and leaving the Operator pinned beneath her.

Struggles ensued immediately, with Dr. Cutter planting her feet on the floor and trying to throw the blue-haired vixen off, but they likely wouldn’t amount to move - her foe had the better position. For now.

Esdeath had the better position over her opponent, now needing to transition that into something a little more dominant, a little more sensual while at the same time making sure her opponent would be one upped for the time being. She had the perfect idea to do so, releasing Dr. Cutter after a quick wrench before she would roll ontop of her opponent, not wanting to waste much time to get a greater advantage over her and snowball the fight from there, not to mention to sap her opponent's strength so she could over come her at a later junction.

Once she was laying on top of her opponent she would try to grasp Dr. Cutter's wrists to pin them above her head while at the same time trying to bring her legs in between the woman's pair to try and hook onto them and force them to spread wide, wanting to catch her opponent in a tight grapevine pin to go for step two of her plan!

Dr. Cutter would never speak the words out loud - at least, not as plainly as Esdeath would have liked - but she was loving this. The way her opponent was laying on her, the feel of two magnificent bodies sliding along with each other like they were made for each other...it was a feeling she’d been longing for, for quite some time. Oh, how she’d missed the ring.

Granted, it would be better if she experienced this from on top, but there would be time to change the current situation.

Dr. Cutter hissed as she was pinned to the floor and her legs were spread out, writhing under the blue-haired vixen. If it weren’t for the surgical mask, she would’ve bitten Esdeath right on the neck. As it was, though, she was trapped.

Didn’t mean she could enjoy it, though.

Dr. Cutter moaned and thrust her hips upward, rubbing against Esdeath’s body, making her carnal passions known. ”In a hurry to fuck, are we?” Her hot, steamy breath poured over Esdeath’s face, even through the mask. ”So direct. I like it.”

With her opponent pinned underneath, Esdeath couldn't help but smirk down at her opponent, tightening the grip on Dr. Cutter's wrists to keep them down and in control while her legs still sought to test out the woman's flexibility by spreading them until there was too much resistance. When those hips came rubbing up against her, Esdeath would follow by making little figure zero patterns with her chest over Dr. Cutter's, which gave her a little idea to increase control over her opponent.

" There is plenty of time for that. " She would respond before bringing her head down to plant a little kiss upon Dr. Cutter's cheek, then lifting herself enough to let her breasts hang just above Dr. Cutter's face, decreasing the control she had over the woman's legs though she did not need it that much, aiming to drop her chest right down to go for the first smother of the match.