This choice: Sit down for some pre-fight meal • Go Back...Chapter #5Sit down for some pre-fight meal by: PaterB   You decided to sit down with her, since you could hear your stomach growling a little bit. Although you were full just moments ago, the delicious aroma of her pizza was to alluring.
„So, why did you choose me?“, C.C. asked.
„Well, you're interesting, and...“
„And what?“, she taking another bite, a little bit of cheese staying behind on her lips.
„Well, you're quite beautiful, that's the other reason“, you answered blushing.
„So, you think I'm cute, huh? Then you will like this.“ And with that she started undressing, taking off her top first. You couldn't help but stare, completely in awe. Your slice of pizza slid out of your hand, falling cheese-down to the the ground.
„Well well, didn't your mother tell you not to waste food“, C.C. teased, as she threw her top to the floor and started to take off her pants, showing you her completely green underwear, matching her long hair.
„I guess you have to be punished for that.“
And suddenly she started the match by hitting you square in face with her right foot, as you were still stunned by her nearly bare beauty and on the ground. Your head hit the mat hard as a result on the kick, and you felt something warm flowing out of your nose.
„First you interrupt me eating, then you drop MY pizza on MY mats and now you dirty them with your filthy blood? What is wrong with you? Do you really want to piss me off that much?“
C.C. went on raging, kicking you hard in the stomach, again and again, until you finally manged to catch her foot and threw her off balance, giving you some room to gather yourself and rush back up on your feet. Wiping your nose with your sleeve, you noticed that the bleeding had already stopped and were glad that C.C. didn't break it with her kick.
She regained her composure quickly and furiously tried to punch and kick you, but you managed to block all of them. Nevertheless it hurt, her strength much greater than you had anticipated by the looks of her body. But her inability to connect with her hits let you get cocky, and you threw a weak punch in her direction. And that proved to be a mistake, as she grabbed your arm and threw you to ground, your arm twisted on the back and your face directly in front of the slice of pizza you dropped. C.C. planted her bare foot on the back of your head, pressing your face hard into the blue gym mat.
„Eat it up!“, she commanded.
„What?“
„Eat it!“, C.C. repeated, applying even more pressure.
You noticed that you probably couldn't escape that move, so you decided to follow her order and bit off a small chunk. But unfortunately that wasn't all, as you finished the pizza only to be dragged over the mat by C.C., your arm still awkwardly and painfully twisted.
„Clean it up!“, she commanded, and you knew what to do, as you saw the small puddle of blood on the mat. Stretching you tongue out, you licked up the blood from the gym mat, and this time, it really tasted gross. You never liked the sight or the taste of blood, but combined with the dirt on the ground, it honestly was a disgusting combination.
"Tasty? That's what you get for getting my property dirty. And now get up, I want to have a good fight with you, and not a pub-stomping", she said, releasing you from her hold.
Slowly you got up, careful not to put too much stress on your left arm after that hard torture. Back in position, you went for a headlock, but C.C. easily dodged your slow attack, only to hit you in the face with a quick slap.
"Awww, does your arm hurt? Stop whining and fight back like a man!"
You decided to follow and tried your best with a combination of punches and kicks, but neither of them connected as she blocked every single attack.
So you tried a different approach and grabbed both of her shoulders, thinking about putting her into some sort of undefined submission hold, which also didn't work, as she hit your ribs hard with a heavy palm strike, making you tumble backwards. Following that strike, her knee hit you hard in the stomach, the pain causing you to bend over, only to be caught in a headlock by C.C. leading to a painful DDT, crashing your skull into the mat.
Stars danced in front of your eyes, as you noticed a lot of weight being put on your back. C.C. decided to abuse you predicament on the floor to sit down on your back and preparing one of the more dreadful maneuvers in wrestling: the Camel Clutch. Sitting on your lower back, she grabbed both of your arms and pulled them backwards behind her uprising knees, locking them away there, so she could grab your head and pull it back hard, overstretching your spine and inflicting heavy pain on your body.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!", you exclaimed, as she even applied more force on that hold. Kicking the floor like a angry kid, as you didn't know what to do to get out of the clutch, her laughter only made it worse for you, adding insult to injury.
"Little whimpy can't even free himself from that kind of a hold. AWWWW, how cute."
Stretching you one last time, she let you free, shortly before you intended to tap out to that hold. You slumped to the ground, unwilling and unable to get up right now.
"Now come on, get up", she told you, teasingly kicking you in the sides. But you couldn't move, the pain in the back was still too great.
"Well, if you don't get up, I'll come down to you." C.C chuckled and pulled you over on your back. Slowly she lowered her ass right on your face, but instead of stting on you again, she clamped her long, shapely legs around your head, putting you in a nice reverse headscissor, crushing your skull and the air out of you.
"MMMHHHH!" More didn't escape your mouth, as the pain was just too big to articulate yourself properly.
"Feels good?", C.C. teased, and shook her ass a little bit, causing your head to follow that movement. But this time, she didn't let you free as easy as from the last hold: Instead, she loosened up her grip, only to squeeze you from time to time, looking over her left shoulder to see the painful expression on your face and laughing at every new squeeze, every new wave of agony emitting forth from your head.
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