Space Supremacy! Rachel vs Patrice

Rachel was indeed deep in thought. Brute forcing her way had been somewhat reliable but then again, she just barely managed to get one over the Spacebabe. Her back was feeling all that abuse from earlier too, playing risky could give Patrice the edge she needed to go after the star. It seemed like taking it slow was the way to go but then again, maybe she could coerce them, make it to where force was the answer. Ugh, this was giving her a headache, normally the match would be over and done with by now, this extra layer of complexity was something to worry over since she could lose it with a simple mistake.

The model’s focus snapped her out her daze in thoughts when Trice spoke up, testing Rachel’s priorities. Usually she’d be out spoken about being called a coward but she had learned to let insults like that bounce off her skin, you sort of had to in her business. In her mind, constructive criticism was the only thing she’d actually listen to and the Neotunian wasn’t offering any. ”I can do both, but from what I can tell, you didn’t want anything to do with me. What’s with the sudden change of heart?” She asks. The Venusian was skeptical, normally she’d jump for joy at the chance to have another gal utterly fall for her but this was too sudden.

She’d inch closer, slowly making her way around Patrice, gauging her next move, eyeing the contents outside the ring to assist her in getting the star. Luckily, there were a couple ladders close by but unluckily, Patrice could make her move the moment she went to grab one. The model was getting frustrated. The few scenarios she could come up with didn’t entail that she’d be successful in any one of her plays. She deduced that the only real course was to play along, maybe she could give this actress a run for her money.

”Well, if I had to say what I really care about maybe I could be… persuaded to say you.” She taunts, inching closer. Her walk was confident as she closed the gap, she readied herself to strike, after playing in the actress’ hands several times now, the German could positively say she had learned her lesson.

Trice felt like she needed to lure Rachel in, closer to her now, in order to make sure that the Venusian wouldn't be the one able to snatch the star first. And for that, she probably needed to now use all of her persuading skills, whether they were of genuine nature or not... But initially, the blonde could very clearly see the doubt and hesitation on her opponent's face, obviously indicating that she wasn't really buying her message... Which was a big annoyance to the French actress, as it obviously hurt her confidence in her own acting skills!

Then Rachel's tone changed though, as if she had decided to fall for Trice's trap. But by that time, it was already a bit too late... Patrice had really noticed that her change of heart was a bit too sudden, and probably her Venusian foe had already just decided to discard her own genuinity out of the window as well. Still, the taller woman was coming at her now, so Trice realized that she likely had to act proactively herself.

Not wanting to hand the initiative over to Rachel, as soon as her foe would be within resonable reach, Trice would try to take a leap forward, snatch hold of Rachel's right arm, and twist it to the side and towards her back wit an arm bar! If that worked out well, the blonde would then try to keep on the momentum and start delivering stiff knee strikes to the small of Rachel's back, in hopes of getting the taller woman to fall on her knees, right below the star hanging from the ceiling...

Rachel made an effort to be cautious but that didn’t seem to be enough when Patrice was included in that equation. She was ready for what could possibly be considered the worse but her back pain immediately kicked in for a fraction of a second and as soon as the French actress jumped, she wasn’t prepared to defend. Her right arm is snatched up and suddenly twisted behind her. She grimaced at the newfound pain and began to think of a way to retaliate only to be made very aware that her getting the first fall wasn’t very appreciated.

The model thought she had been a good enough sport to at least warrant some respect but that didn’t seem to be the case. The small of her back bursts with pain as she feels the blunt bone of their knee dig into her spine. Rachel cries out in pain, standing in shaken legs before the next wave came sending her to her knees. This whole match, Trice had unceremoniously overworked her back, she was definitely feeling this later. Still, she needed a way out of this, a way to get the ball rolling back in her court and gain some kind of reprieve from this pain. Her face scrunches as she’s forced to endure.

She reached back, hoping to find something and maybe she did. If Patrice was so wrapped up in her own twisted fantasy, Rachel’s digits would try to curl around the Space Babe’s ankle, if she found it, she’d yank in an effort to knock her off balance and send her tumbling down to the mat and hopefully releasing her torqued arm. If not she’d be at their mercy until she could come up with a better plan to free herself or get payback. She should’ve known the Frenchwoman was up to no good.

Patrice had a slight advantage here. Obviously, it was easy for her to figure out what Rachel would most likely be going for next. But if Patrice also charged towards her, Rachel would have plenty of choices on determining what the Sleek Spacebabe was potentially going to do...and picking up the right one would have required some luck! And as it turned out, Rachel wasn't having enough of it, as Trice managed to lock in the arm bar and start delivering knee strikes to her spine.

Trice was really hoping to get Rachel to fall on her knees, and tried to increase the viciousness and power behind her knee strikes as much as she could, really wanting to do a number on Rachel's spine! But that added force also caused the pace of her strikes to slow down a bit... And that turned out to be just what the Venusian needed to find her way out of the predicament.

Suddenly, the blonde could feel her ankle getting grabbed and yanked to an awkward direction! The Neptunian immediately lost her balance with her back crashing to the mat, also losing hold of Rachel's arm in the process. "Damn!" This certainly was a setback... But Rachel was still right on front of her! Trying to act quickly, Trice decided to try sweeping the Venusian's legs off with her own, hoping to down her opponent as well! And maybe even get her midsection snatched between her legs...

The models plan had worked, enduring the pain in her back long enough to yank their ankle out from underneath of them to send them downward towards the mat. She could definitely call that a win, still her back was throbbing, she should’ve thrown the woman off or something then unbalancing them. She rubs the small of her back for a moment, attempting to catch her breath and recover just enough to put herself back into the match. She still had some fight left in her and that Star wasn’t going to come down on its own. She felt she had to put Patrice in her place after this and playing with her heart.

Just as Rachel was prepared to make her move, she felt the blonde Frenchwoman managed to sweep the unsuspecting German off her feet, causing her to fall and flatten on that mat. She was in trouble and she knew it but she wasn’t going to lay here and take it either. Just as Trice came closer to entrap her with those legs, Rachel would make any attempt to halt her plans dead in their tracks. She’d curl in her leg, building up the tension in her muscles. Just as she was sure her foe was right where she wanted them, she’d fire her leg, aiming to kick the woman’s midsection in with a fire the model had shown just before claiming that first point.

If she had managed to get her kick in and send Trice rolling she’d take a moment to recuperate. She wasn’t stupid enough to think she could recover completely but just enough so that she could stand on her own two feet. If she had missed, Rachel would scrunch up her face in pain again, palming at the iron-clad trap that locked around waist, squeezing the life out of her.