AHW: Alexis Ren vs Eden Cohen (La Guerre de Amour)
Dec 3, 2022 8:44:51 GMT -6
Bonzo and Lookout! Boxing like this
Post by caspian on Dec 3, 2022 8:44:51 GMT -6
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
AHW: Alexis Ren vs Eden Cohen (La Guerre de Amour)
Alexis:
Eden:
“This is how it’s done, isn’t it?” Eden’s voice was low and sickening in Ren’s ear. All the blonde Vixen could do was moan as the stinging sensation of Cohen’s fingernail slowly traced across her throat, leaving a reddened trail of destruction.
In comparison to their previous fight, this one was special. Ren had heard about the La Guerre de Amour ruleset from a friend of a friend of a friend. There were even rumors that her stablemate, Lily Collins, had once participated in it with her hated nemesis Vanessa Hudgens. But when Ren tried approaching her to ask about how the fight went, Collins had merely grinned at her and said, “We don’t talk about that in the open. Good luck to you.”
In private, however, Lily was more forthcoming, outlining the rules and every sickening detail of what she did to Hudgens that fateful evening: a bedroom catfight where anything went, and the only way to keep score was a sharp fingernail dragged across your opponent’s throat… or whatever the hell else the competitors came up with. The magic condition after was the loser would be at the mercy of the victor for the remainder of the evening, and all the way into the night, until the first peek of dawn over the horizon.
Ren had smirked when she heard this. “I could finally make the b*tch beg for mercy.”
But Collins had offered her caution. “Win or lose, this fight takes a toll on you. Both physically and mentally. I don’t think Nessa and I have ever been the same after.” The Flyweight actress narrowed her eyes at Ren. “There’s no going back from La Guerre de Amour. You only reserve it for the most hated of enemies.”
Ren had nodded, dismissing Collins’ concerns with a wave of her hand. Then, with a series of intermediaries and hand-scribbled notes, she had gotten the response from Cohen a few nights later: “Bring it, b*tch.”
The fight would take place in Ren’s bedroom, the Vixen thinking it wouldn’t hurt to have her homefield advantage and lay of the land. Cohen was reckless and this made her leap into a fight without consideration, Ren thought, on the evening of the bout, already lounging on her sofa in nothing but a cotton black sports bra and thinly strapped briefs around her waistline. She’d figured she’d be as comfortable as possible kicking Eden’s ass.
Minutes later, right on time, the doorbell rang. Tensing up immediately, Ren opened the door, to find Eden glaring at her from the doorway. The Israeli model had a winter fur coat draped around her body, but there was little else she was wearing underneath: a red crop top and white cotton undies.
“This is your place?” Eden hissed. “Once I got off the lift, I could smell something rotten.”
“Shut up and get in,” Ren said, backing away but not turning her back on her foe.
Eden strutted in and shut the door, equally careful to keep an eye on Ren in her own den. Cohen sensually removed the fur coat, before tossing it off to the side as though she owned the place.
“Sure, make yourself at home,” Ren hissed. “By morning, I’m going to acquaint you intimately with the place.”
Eden smirked back, pacing about and doing her final stretches. “I’m gonna enjoy humiliating you in your own home.” The Vixen bent over and pulled a small camera from her duffel bag. “Where should I put this? I want Steve to see you tied up and crying.”
But Ren shook her head. “Didn’t you read the rules, dummy? No one gets to talk about this fight. It’s only you and me till morning.”
Eden grinned, placing the camera down, then both hands on her hips. “Fine by me. I Understand you don’t want to document yourself getting humiliated.”
Alexis growled back. “Whenever you’re ready, b*tch.”
***
The night started off even enough, with either girl aware of the magnitude of the battle ahead, and wanting to conserve their energies, circled each other on the frayed carpet. Ren’s living room had been specially prepared for the contest, with most of the furniture pushed back and against the walls, leaving a respectable berth for them to face off from a distance, claws outstretched and knees slightly crouched.
Alexis took control early, using her home advantage to suddenly spring herself forward, causing Cohen to back away too quickly and tumble helplessly onto the sofa. Immediately, the blonde pounced, throwing her body weight onto Cohen and driving the wind from her lungs as both knees collided with her solar plexus.
Thus was the site of the first battle of the evening, with Ren and Eden struggling for top-down dominance on the fingers dug into each other’s hair and tugging violently, trying to subdue the other girl in place long enough to score the first point. Cohen, twisting to the side as far as she might, couldn’t get Ren off entirely, and the end result was Ren pancaking her body down onto the brunette’s, suffocating her with an arm draped over the front of her neck in a backwards Rear Naked Choke.
To make matters worse, Ren snaked both her legs around Eden’s waist from behind, effectively forcing Eden’s sputtering down into the coarse leather fabric. Ren kept herself close and personal, smirking as she whispered into the side of Cohen’s face, her lips nuzzling into the brunette’s cheek.
“Give up yet, b*tch? I promise to go easy on you for the rest of the evening,” Ren giggled.
Eden spat out the taste of leather and the stink of stale sweat, Ren no doubt having planted her ass multiple times on the fabric. “f*ck you--MMMPHHH!”
Ren responded by adding more pressure to Cohen’s neck, driving her further down into the sofa seat whilst cutting off her air supply. Eden’s legs thrashed and her own fingers reached upwards to tug on blonde hair, and just as her body shuddered again, Ren torqued on her neck upwards and to the side, rotating the two girls so they were lying side to side instead.
Eden, still gasping for air, was powerless to stop the thumb from being dragged across her windpipe, Ren using her the opportunity to score first blood, before kicking the choking brunette off the sofa and down to the hard carpet.
“First point goes to me,” Ren giggles, swinging her legs off the sofa and after Eden, and confident that the rest of the night would be an easy affair.
***
The second battlefield was inside the dining table. Yes, you heard that right. Moments earlier, Eden had charged into Ren, picking her up and then carrying her a couple of paces, before depositing the shocked blonde into the middle of her own silverware.
Thankfully, Ren had furnished the place with only the cheapest goods from IKEA, and the wooden table snapped in half under the weight, and splintered with a resounding CRACK and groan. Eden looked down at Ren’s wreckage, smirking and catching her breath. Hey, no one ever said a Powerbomb wasn’t a wrestling move.
Gingerly, she plucked her way through the wreckage, careful not to step on any stray wooden splinters that would do damage to herself. Then, she hauled Ren off the ground and up by her hair, the blonde still wincing and clutching at her lower back and head. Ren tried to claw and swing at Cohen’s frame, but was silenced by a stiff slap across her face, another fist driven across her cheek to further disorientate her.
Eden, licking her lips, quickly drew the blonde’s head back, exposing her neck from the front, as though Ren was a prisoner about to be executed. Then, in a swift motion, the Israeli girl raked her fingernails across her throat, just strong enough to leave multiple red lines across her skin, but weak enough to not draw blood.
To Ren, of course, the effect was nothing but debilitating, with the blonde Vixen immediately collapsing to the ground whilst clutching at her throat, whilst Cohen paraded and paced around her form, looking smug.
“That’s two for me,” Eden huffed, standing astride Ren’s buttocks and already reaching down to grab her again by the hair.
***
The third battleground was in Ren’s kitchen, with Ren herself using a burst of adrenaline to hoist the bigger girl off her feet and onto the kitchen counter. In the process, Cohen’s back crashed into the bottom row of cabinets, then her head smacked into the top row, too low and ominous for sitting.
Ren made use of the brunette’s temporary daze, rocking her across her face with multiple left and right hooks. The two girls had abandoned all semblance of a traditional wrestling match, especially after Cohen’s last stunt with the dining table. Ren was all too comfortable with using the rest of the environment to her advantage, at one point swinging open one of the cabinet doors and sending it slamming into Eden’s face with a loud SMACK!
Still seated on the kitchen top, Eden wilted, trying to control Ren with her hands dug into the top of her hair, then using her longer legs to wrap around the blonde’s waistline. But Ren was on a warpath, growling as she hammered her fellow Vixen’s body with blow after blow.
Cohen tried to shove herself off the precarious position, even attempt a makeshift smother by pulling Ren’s face in close to her body, partially to stop the punches from landing further. But this simply enraged Ren further, who shrieked into Cohen’s upper tummy before enveloping her again into her arms.
With another loud shout, the Vixen hauled Eden off the counter-top, only to send them both crashing to the ground with a loud grunt. At the back of her mind, Alexis kissed her flat’s safety deposit goodbye. After her landlord saw what she’d done to the furniture and floor tiles, she would have gotten evicted anyway.
That meant she could utilize the rest of her surroundings with disregard, including the nearby fridge door. Eden groaned as she was pulled by her hair towards the contraption, her long hair tied up and wrapped around one of Ren’s fists. The top of Cohen’s head slammed into the hard surface with a loud BANG, before Ren opened the front door and again sent it crashing into Eden’s face.
With a wide-eyed look, Eden went sprawling off to the side, rolling onto her back and clutching her forehead in shock. Ren strode over, breathing hard, before reaching down and holding the squirming brunette firmly with one hand in the top of her hair. Then, using her free hand, she raked a sharp nail clean across Eden’s throat, making her gurgle from the sheer force and pressure.
“That’s five for me, b*tch. You ready to give yet?” Ren hissed from above, giving Cohen a hard stomp to her body for emphasis. Glancing at the clock, they had been going at this for a good hour or so. But the night was still young, with Cohen still shaking her head and trying to get back up for more.
“Fine. Have it your way,” Ren said, after a deep breath, before bending over and reaching for another fistful of hair.
***
The fourth battlefield was the bathroom, deep into the night. Not as though both girls were keeping track. Not by this point in time, where the action had grinded down to slow, methodical forearms shoved into the belly and weaker tugs on bra straps and hair tresses.
The two girls had also disrobed each other to varying degrees of success, with Eden having used Ren’s sports bra as a slingshot, tossing her into her own sink, before hauling her up to her feet and depositing her onto her own toilet bowl. The fabric, of course, couldn’t keep up, and Ren found her breasts tasting the cold air, glancing down in shock at the twisted remains of her top.
There, Ren’s puckered lips groaned into offensive tummy, with Eden standing astride her thighs whilst backhanding her across her face over and over, then interspersed the action by pulling her face into her abs. Ren flailed and clawed at her assailant, but only succeeded in driving Eden off after the Israeli had pulled her head back and scored another sharp thumb across the base of her throat.
A thrust kick to the body sent Eden sprawling backwards, her back hitting the far wall before collapsing to the floor tiles. Slowly, Ren hauled herself off her own bathroom fixture, before launching herself forward with speed, driving both knees into Cohen’s chest and body. The brunette folded over in shock, hugging her body as her own lips found the upper limits of Ren’s bare chest.
Ren seized the opportunity, wrapping her arms around Eden’s head and forcing her face in place, trying to secure the sloppy breast smother whilst the other Vixen squirmed and struggled beneath her legs. A couple of fists tucked into the belly solved that problem, albeit temporarily, with Cohen sagging into and further shuddering in her embrace.
But Eden began to twist herself around, their sweat-slicked bodies making it difficult at this point to get a firm grip on the other girl for long. Ren held Cohen with one arm still draped over the back of her neck, taking the opportunity to dig her nails into her exposed throat whilst holding onto the Headlock.
But Cohen began finding her own purchase with her punches, locating the blonde’s bared midriff and wailing away at Ren’s torso with her fists. Another uppercut sailed upwards, a wild hand that caught Ren on the base of her chin, sending her sprawling over onto her side with a groan, the blonde forced to release her prey.
It was hard to keep score at this point, and traditionally, after a certain point in the match, all one girl sought to do was put the other away for good. All that nail-raking could be done later, once her opponent lay snoozing at her feet.
With a deep gulp of air, Cohen threw herself after the blonde, once again securing her by the hair before manually tossing her into the tiny confines of the shower. Ren groaned as she collapsed onto her knees, her head almost hitting the far wall of the stall. Eden came from behind, hoping to disrobe the blonde entirely by grabbing onto her thin bikini briefs, and pulling violently upwards.
Ren shrieked in rage, and sent a kick backwards, which caught Eden again on her midsection, forcing her to collapse back down to the bathroom floor. As Cohen turned to try and get back up herself, she found her womanhood exploding in pain, with Ren having stood up first and helping herself to her own cotton briefs.
The blonde had a look of rage on her face as she pulled on them with all her might. And soon, the sound of fabric RIIIIPPPPPPPing echoed throughout the tiny shower stall. It was Cohen’s turn to groan as she got hauled to her feet, both hands trying to cover her bare sex but then getting slugged to the stomach with a bare fist, another uppercut shoved up into her solar plexus to fold her over into Ren’s arms.
Ren, fully enraged now, shoved Eden’s head back into the hard glass, further dazzling her, before pulling her head back and dragging a nail across her exposed throat, which by this point in the fight had turned to a criss-crossed mesh of red lines over pink skin.
“That’s another one for me, b*tch!” Ren hissed in Eden’s face, before driving a knee up into her exposed crotch.
Eden let out a shriek and collapsed on the spot, already curling up into a fetal position as she covered her extremities in abject agony. Ren, smirking from above, began to toy with her defeated prey, sending kicks into Eden’s side, driving her foot into her belly from above, and then turning on the shower head for good measure, letting Cohen ‘cool off’ whilst she went to fetch the rope.
“You wait right here, m’kay?” Ren cooed, before stepping over the fallen brunette and headed back to the living room, her bare breasts also soaking from water and sweat.
After rummaging in Cohen’s duffel bag for a minute, tossing things out to her heart’s content, Ren finally found the long coil of rope Eden had shown off at the start. She smirked to herself, thinking of the various ways she’d use her nemesis’ weapon against herself. Then, she shoved the rope back in, grabbing the whole bag of toys and turning back towards the sound of water continuing to hiss and shriek in the adjacent room.
Only, when she re-entered the bathroom, did she find Eden’s broken form missing from the floor, the water left running within the shower stall and hitting the tiles with unrelenting force.
Before Ren could react, Eden surprised her from the side of the entrance, driving a fist into the side of her face, another pancaking one of her breasts. Ren let out a HNNGGHH but immediately sprung herself at her foe.
The two women struggled on their feet, hands in each other's hair and fists shoved into the tummy. "You think I'm so easily beaten/?!" Cohen shrieked, before drilling a balled fist into Ren's belly button, another rocking her breast upwards.
Ren didn't bother replying, merely gnashing her teeth and returning the favor: balled fists shoved into the body, particularly south of the equator, where she knew Eden was most exposed.
With Eden bent over, she chose to tackle Ren to the waist with a rugby charge forward, sending the two gals tumbling through yet another doorway…
***
The fifth and final battlefield was Ren’s bedroom. Here, the fighting was the fiercest, as both girls took advantage of the soft mattress top to wrestle and pin each other down, legs straddling the shoulders and butts weighing down the chest and body.
Ren found her strength waning, especially after getting trapped multiple times with her chin inches away from Eden’s exposed crotch, the Israeli fighter’s eyes gleaming with victory each time she inched herself closer and closer to Ren’s wide and desperate eyes. What began as a humiliating move turned into the brunette’s trump card, Eden holding Ren down by the hair whilst framing her cheeks with both her thighs, slowly thrusting her womanhood closer and closer to Ren’s groaning lips.
Soon enough, Ren’s eyes began to flutter with panic, especially after another arch of her back upwards (to try and dislodge Cohen) only aided her nemesis forward, allowing Cohen to scoot her crotch even closer to her face. Soon, Eden licked her lips, the full weight of body pinning Ren’s shoulders to her own mattress. There was noone to save Ren this time, and Cohen would finally be able to claim herself the better woman.
With her hands still buried in Ren’s messy hair, she pulled violently to the side, exposing Ren’s gurgling throat one final time and hissing down into her face. “You’re done for, Alex. You should never have messed with me,” Cohen said, before driving the tip of her thumb firmly into Ren’s chin, then taking her own sweet time to rake it downwards, all the way down to the top of her chest. “Too bad old Stevey ain’t around to see you like this,” Cohen continued, then smiled. “But don’t worry. I got it all on tape.”
Ren began to whimper from underneath, finding it harder and harder to breathe. She watched as Eden gestured to a camera hidden in her duffle bag, which had secretly been recording the entire time. The blonde shook her head meekly, closing her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. For Ren, this was the second time she had lost an AHW match to her rival. But the consequences, she realized, were far more serious.
Reaching down and over, Eden rummaged in her own duffel bag and pulled out the rough coil of rope. There was a glint in the Vixen’s eyes as she waved in down into Ren’s face, promising her a night of more torture and pain. Ren, utterly defeated, could only gurgle as Eden pressed the frayed fabric down and over her reddened throat, a final act of humiliation to seal her victory. “I win… again.” Eden grinned.
Official Result: Eden Cohen defeats Alexis Ren via La Guerre de Amour rules!
***
The following morning, Head Trainer Steve Boyd was treated to a most peculiar sight as he knocked on the door of Ren’s apartment. He had received an ominous call at 7 o’ clock in the morning, with Eden’s sickly sweet voice telling him he’d better check on Ren, then hanging up before he could ask further questions.
When there was no reply from within, Boyd only grew more concerned, and summoned the landlord to open the door on his behalf. At the sight of Ren’s living room lying in ruins, the landlord let out a stifled gasp, but Boyd already had a sinking suspicion as to what had transpired the night before.
Ordering the stunned man to remain at the door, he quickly rushed in, calling out Ren’s name. Soon enough, he heard the whimpering from the bedroom, and rushed in.
Ren lay tied up on her own bed, her arms and legs secured to the bed-posts in all four directions. Some fabric had been stuffed into the blonde’s mouth, preventing her from screaming, and Steve recognised it as Eden’s favorite pair of white cotton undies.
Without skipping a beat, he began to untie the knots, allowing Ren’s limbs to slowly collapse back down to the mattress, before the Vixen curled into a ball and whimpered some more. Surveying the damage, Boyd recognised Eden’s handiwork all over, from Ren’s black and bruised tummy to her lips lying parted and chapped from multiple smothers. The most telltale signs, however, were the red streaks across Ren’s throat, which indicated the most forbidden of rituals.
“You silly, silly girl…” was all Boyd whispered, quickly draping a towel over her curled up figure, before scooping Ren up into his arms, the slightest movement drawing pained sniffles into his chest.
He shushed her, telling her everything would be alright. But deep down inside, he was getting tired of picking up the pieces these girls of his always left behind. Sooner or later, someone was going to get seriously injured, and he didn’t want to be around when that happened.
He would have to have a serious talk with Cohen sooner rather than later, but Boyd also knew that these two would never admit to what had transpired the night before. Such were the rules of La Guerre de Amour. And such were the rules of this dangerous game.
AHW: Alexis Ren vs Eden Cohen (La Guerre de Amour)
Alexis:
Eden:
“This is how it’s done, isn’t it?” Eden’s voice was low and sickening in Ren’s ear. All the blonde Vixen could do was moan as the stinging sensation of Cohen’s fingernail slowly traced across her throat, leaving a reddened trail of destruction.
In comparison to their previous fight, this one was special. Ren had heard about the La Guerre de Amour ruleset from a friend of a friend of a friend. There were even rumors that her stablemate, Lily Collins, had once participated in it with her hated nemesis Vanessa Hudgens. But when Ren tried approaching her to ask about how the fight went, Collins had merely grinned at her and said, “We don’t talk about that in the open. Good luck to you.”
In private, however, Lily was more forthcoming, outlining the rules and every sickening detail of what she did to Hudgens that fateful evening: a bedroom catfight where anything went, and the only way to keep score was a sharp fingernail dragged across your opponent’s throat… or whatever the hell else the competitors came up with. The magic condition after was the loser would be at the mercy of the victor for the remainder of the evening, and all the way into the night, until the first peek of dawn over the horizon.
Ren had smirked when she heard this. “I could finally make the b*tch beg for mercy.”
But Collins had offered her caution. “Win or lose, this fight takes a toll on you. Both physically and mentally. I don’t think Nessa and I have ever been the same after.” The Flyweight actress narrowed her eyes at Ren. “There’s no going back from La Guerre de Amour. You only reserve it for the most hated of enemies.”
Ren had nodded, dismissing Collins’ concerns with a wave of her hand. Then, with a series of intermediaries and hand-scribbled notes, she had gotten the response from Cohen a few nights later: “Bring it, b*tch.”
The fight would take place in Ren’s bedroom, the Vixen thinking it wouldn’t hurt to have her homefield advantage and lay of the land. Cohen was reckless and this made her leap into a fight without consideration, Ren thought, on the evening of the bout, already lounging on her sofa in nothing but a cotton black sports bra and thinly strapped briefs around her waistline. She’d figured she’d be as comfortable as possible kicking Eden’s ass.
Minutes later, right on time, the doorbell rang. Tensing up immediately, Ren opened the door, to find Eden glaring at her from the doorway. The Israeli model had a winter fur coat draped around her body, but there was little else she was wearing underneath: a red crop top and white cotton undies.
“This is your place?” Eden hissed. “Once I got off the lift, I could smell something rotten.”
“Shut up and get in,” Ren said, backing away but not turning her back on her foe.
Eden strutted in and shut the door, equally careful to keep an eye on Ren in her own den. Cohen sensually removed the fur coat, before tossing it off to the side as though she owned the place.
“Sure, make yourself at home,” Ren hissed. “By morning, I’m going to acquaint you intimately with the place.”
Eden smirked back, pacing about and doing her final stretches. “I’m gonna enjoy humiliating you in your own home.” The Vixen bent over and pulled a small camera from her duffel bag. “Where should I put this? I want Steve to see you tied up and crying.”
But Ren shook her head. “Didn’t you read the rules, dummy? No one gets to talk about this fight. It’s only you and me till morning.”
Eden grinned, placing the camera down, then both hands on her hips. “Fine by me. I Understand you don’t want to document yourself getting humiliated.”
Alexis growled back. “Whenever you’re ready, b*tch.”
***
The night started off even enough, with either girl aware of the magnitude of the battle ahead, and wanting to conserve their energies, circled each other on the frayed carpet. Ren’s living room had been specially prepared for the contest, with most of the furniture pushed back and against the walls, leaving a respectable berth for them to face off from a distance, claws outstretched and knees slightly crouched.
Alexis took control early, using her home advantage to suddenly spring herself forward, causing Cohen to back away too quickly and tumble helplessly onto the sofa. Immediately, the blonde pounced, throwing her body weight onto Cohen and driving the wind from her lungs as both knees collided with her solar plexus.
Thus was the site of the first battle of the evening, with Ren and Eden struggling for top-down dominance on the fingers dug into each other’s hair and tugging violently, trying to subdue the other girl in place long enough to score the first point. Cohen, twisting to the side as far as she might, couldn’t get Ren off entirely, and the end result was Ren pancaking her body down onto the brunette’s, suffocating her with an arm draped over the front of her neck in a backwards Rear Naked Choke.
To make matters worse, Ren snaked both her legs around Eden’s waist from behind, effectively forcing Eden’s sputtering down into the coarse leather fabric. Ren kept herself close and personal, smirking as she whispered into the side of Cohen’s face, her lips nuzzling into the brunette’s cheek.
“Give up yet, b*tch? I promise to go easy on you for the rest of the evening,” Ren giggled.
Eden spat out the taste of leather and the stink of stale sweat, Ren no doubt having planted her ass multiple times on the fabric. “f*ck you--MMMPHHH!”
Ren responded by adding more pressure to Cohen’s neck, driving her further down into the sofa seat whilst cutting off her air supply. Eden’s legs thrashed and her own fingers reached upwards to tug on blonde hair, and just as her body shuddered again, Ren torqued on her neck upwards and to the side, rotating the two girls so they were lying side to side instead.
Eden, still gasping for air, was powerless to stop the thumb from being dragged across her windpipe, Ren using her the opportunity to score first blood, before kicking the choking brunette off the sofa and down to the hard carpet.
“First point goes to me,” Ren giggles, swinging her legs off the sofa and after Eden, and confident that the rest of the night would be an easy affair.
***
The second battlefield was inside the dining table. Yes, you heard that right. Moments earlier, Eden had charged into Ren, picking her up and then carrying her a couple of paces, before depositing the shocked blonde into the middle of her own silverware.
Thankfully, Ren had furnished the place with only the cheapest goods from IKEA, and the wooden table snapped in half under the weight, and splintered with a resounding CRACK and groan. Eden looked down at Ren’s wreckage, smirking and catching her breath. Hey, no one ever said a Powerbomb wasn’t a wrestling move.
Gingerly, she plucked her way through the wreckage, careful not to step on any stray wooden splinters that would do damage to herself. Then, she hauled Ren off the ground and up by her hair, the blonde still wincing and clutching at her lower back and head. Ren tried to claw and swing at Cohen’s frame, but was silenced by a stiff slap across her face, another fist driven across her cheek to further disorientate her.
Eden, licking her lips, quickly drew the blonde’s head back, exposing her neck from the front, as though Ren was a prisoner about to be executed. Then, in a swift motion, the Israeli girl raked her fingernails across her throat, just strong enough to leave multiple red lines across her skin, but weak enough to not draw blood.
To Ren, of course, the effect was nothing but debilitating, with the blonde Vixen immediately collapsing to the ground whilst clutching at her throat, whilst Cohen paraded and paced around her form, looking smug.
“That’s two for me,” Eden huffed, standing astride Ren’s buttocks and already reaching down to grab her again by the hair.
***
The third battleground was in Ren’s kitchen, with Ren herself using a burst of adrenaline to hoist the bigger girl off her feet and onto the kitchen counter. In the process, Cohen’s back crashed into the bottom row of cabinets, then her head smacked into the top row, too low and ominous for sitting.
Ren made use of the brunette’s temporary daze, rocking her across her face with multiple left and right hooks. The two girls had abandoned all semblance of a traditional wrestling match, especially after Cohen’s last stunt with the dining table. Ren was all too comfortable with using the rest of the environment to her advantage, at one point swinging open one of the cabinet doors and sending it slamming into Eden’s face with a loud SMACK!
Still seated on the kitchen top, Eden wilted, trying to control Ren with her hands dug into the top of her hair, then using her longer legs to wrap around the blonde’s waistline. But Ren was on a warpath, growling as she hammered her fellow Vixen’s body with blow after blow.
Cohen tried to shove herself off the precarious position, even attempt a makeshift smother by pulling Ren’s face in close to her body, partially to stop the punches from landing further. But this simply enraged Ren further, who shrieked into Cohen’s upper tummy before enveloping her again into her arms.
With another loud shout, the Vixen hauled Eden off the counter-top, only to send them both crashing to the ground with a loud grunt. At the back of her mind, Alexis kissed her flat’s safety deposit goodbye. After her landlord saw what she’d done to the furniture and floor tiles, she would have gotten evicted anyway.
That meant she could utilize the rest of her surroundings with disregard, including the nearby fridge door. Eden groaned as she was pulled by her hair towards the contraption, her long hair tied up and wrapped around one of Ren’s fists. The top of Cohen’s head slammed into the hard surface with a loud BANG, before Ren opened the front door and again sent it crashing into Eden’s face.
With a wide-eyed look, Eden went sprawling off to the side, rolling onto her back and clutching her forehead in shock. Ren strode over, breathing hard, before reaching down and holding the squirming brunette firmly with one hand in the top of her hair. Then, using her free hand, she raked a sharp nail clean across Eden’s throat, making her gurgle from the sheer force and pressure.
“That’s five for me, b*tch. You ready to give yet?” Ren hissed from above, giving Cohen a hard stomp to her body for emphasis. Glancing at the clock, they had been going at this for a good hour or so. But the night was still young, with Cohen still shaking her head and trying to get back up for more.
“Fine. Have it your way,” Ren said, after a deep breath, before bending over and reaching for another fistful of hair.
***
The fourth battlefield was the bathroom, deep into the night. Not as though both girls were keeping track. Not by this point in time, where the action had grinded down to slow, methodical forearms shoved into the belly and weaker tugs on bra straps and hair tresses.
The two girls had also disrobed each other to varying degrees of success, with Eden having used Ren’s sports bra as a slingshot, tossing her into her own sink, before hauling her up to her feet and depositing her onto her own toilet bowl. The fabric, of course, couldn’t keep up, and Ren found her breasts tasting the cold air, glancing down in shock at the twisted remains of her top.
There, Ren’s puckered lips groaned into offensive tummy, with Eden standing astride her thighs whilst backhanding her across her face over and over, then interspersed the action by pulling her face into her abs. Ren flailed and clawed at her assailant, but only succeeded in driving Eden off after the Israeli had pulled her head back and scored another sharp thumb across the base of her throat.
A thrust kick to the body sent Eden sprawling backwards, her back hitting the far wall before collapsing to the floor tiles. Slowly, Ren hauled herself off her own bathroom fixture, before launching herself forward with speed, driving both knees into Cohen’s chest and body. The brunette folded over in shock, hugging her body as her own lips found the upper limits of Ren’s bare chest.
Ren seized the opportunity, wrapping her arms around Eden’s head and forcing her face in place, trying to secure the sloppy breast smother whilst the other Vixen squirmed and struggled beneath her legs. A couple of fists tucked into the belly solved that problem, albeit temporarily, with Cohen sagging into and further shuddering in her embrace.
But Eden began to twist herself around, their sweat-slicked bodies making it difficult at this point to get a firm grip on the other girl for long. Ren held Cohen with one arm still draped over the back of her neck, taking the opportunity to dig her nails into her exposed throat whilst holding onto the Headlock.
But Cohen began finding her own purchase with her punches, locating the blonde’s bared midriff and wailing away at Ren’s torso with her fists. Another uppercut sailed upwards, a wild hand that caught Ren on the base of her chin, sending her sprawling over onto her side with a groan, the blonde forced to release her prey.
It was hard to keep score at this point, and traditionally, after a certain point in the match, all one girl sought to do was put the other away for good. All that nail-raking could be done later, once her opponent lay snoozing at her feet.
With a deep gulp of air, Cohen threw herself after the blonde, once again securing her by the hair before manually tossing her into the tiny confines of the shower. Ren groaned as she collapsed onto her knees, her head almost hitting the far wall of the stall. Eden came from behind, hoping to disrobe the blonde entirely by grabbing onto her thin bikini briefs, and pulling violently upwards.
Ren shrieked in rage, and sent a kick backwards, which caught Eden again on her midsection, forcing her to collapse back down to the bathroom floor. As Cohen turned to try and get back up herself, she found her womanhood exploding in pain, with Ren having stood up first and helping herself to her own cotton briefs.
The blonde had a look of rage on her face as she pulled on them with all her might. And soon, the sound of fabric RIIIIPPPPPPPing echoed throughout the tiny shower stall. It was Cohen’s turn to groan as she got hauled to her feet, both hands trying to cover her bare sex but then getting slugged to the stomach with a bare fist, another uppercut shoved up into her solar plexus to fold her over into Ren’s arms.
Ren, fully enraged now, shoved Eden’s head back into the hard glass, further dazzling her, before pulling her head back and dragging a nail across her exposed throat, which by this point in the fight had turned to a criss-crossed mesh of red lines over pink skin.
“That’s another one for me, b*tch!” Ren hissed in Eden’s face, before driving a knee up into her exposed crotch.
Eden let out a shriek and collapsed on the spot, already curling up into a fetal position as she covered her extremities in abject agony. Ren, smirking from above, began to toy with her defeated prey, sending kicks into Eden’s side, driving her foot into her belly from above, and then turning on the shower head for good measure, letting Cohen ‘cool off’ whilst she went to fetch the rope.
“You wait right here, m’kay?” Ren cooed, before stepping over the fallen brunette and headed back to the living room, her bare breasts also soaking from water and sweat.
After rummaging in Cohen’s duffel bag for a minute, tossing things out to her heart’s content, Ren finally found the long coil of rope Eden had shown off at the start. She smirked to herself, thinking of the various ways she’d use her nemesis’ weapon against herself. Then, she shoved the rope back in, grabbing the whole bag of toys and turning back towards the sound of water continuing to hiss and shriek in the adjacent room.
Only, when she re-entered the bathroom, did she find Eden’s broken form missing from the floor, the water left running within the shower stall and hitting the tiles with unrelenting force.
Before Ren could react, Eden surprised her from the side of the entrance, driving a fist into the side of her face, another pancaking one of her breasts. Ren let out a HNNGGHH but immediately sprung herself at her foe.
The two women struggled on their feet, hands in each other's hair and fists shoved into the tummy. "You think I'm so easily beaten/?!" Cohen shrieked, before drilling a balled fist into Ren's belly button, another rocking her breast upwards.
Ren didn't bother replying, merely gnashing her teeth and returning the favor: balled fists shoved into the body, particularly south of the equator, where she knew Eden was most exposed.
With Eden bent over, she chose to tackle Ren to the waist with a rugby charge forward, sending the two gals tumbling through yet another doorway…
***
The fifth and final battlefield was Ren’s bedroom. Here, the fighting was the fiercest, as both girls took advantage of the soft mattress top to wrestle and pin each other down, legs straddling the shoulders and butts weighing down the chest and body.
Ren found her strength waning, especially after getting trapped multiple times with her chin inches away from Eden’s exposed crotch, the Israeli fighter’s eyes gleaming with victory each time she inched herself closer and closer to Ren’s wide and desperate eyes. What began as a humiliating move turned into the brunette’s trump card, Eden holding Ren down by the hair whilst framing her cheeks with both her thighs, slowly thrusting her womanhood closer and closer to Ren’s groaning lips.
Soon enough, Ren’s eyes began to flutter with panic, especially after another arch of her back upwards (to try and dislodge Cohen) only aided her nemesis forward, allowing Cohen to scoot her crotch even closer to her face. Soon, Eden licked her lips, the full weight of body pinning Ren’s shoulders to her own mattress. There was noone to save Ren this time, and Cohen would finally be able to claim herself the better woman.
With her hands still buried in Ren’s messy hair, she pulled violently to the side, exposing Ren’s gurgling throat one final time and hissing down into her face. “You’re done for, Alex. You should never have messed with me,” Cohen said, before driving the tip of her thumb firmly into Ren’s chin, then taking her own sweet time to rake it downwards, all the way down to the top of her chest. “Too bad old Stevey ain’t around to see you like this,” Cohen continued, then smiled. “But don’t worry. I got it all on tape.”
Ren began to whimper from underneath, finding it harder and harder to breathe. She watched as Eden gestured to a camera hidden in her duffle bag, which had secretly been recording the entire time. The blonde shook her head meekly, closing her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. For Ren, this was the second time she had lost an AHW match to her rival. But the consequences, she realized, were far more serious.
Reaching down and over, Eden rummaged in her own duffel bag and pulled out the rough coil of rope. There was a glint in the Vixen’s eyes as she waved in down into Ren’s face, promising her a night of more torture and pain. Ren, utterly defeated, could only gurgle as Eden pressed the frayed fabric down and over her reddened throat, a final act of humiliation to seal her victory. “I win… again.” Eden grinned.
Official Result: Eden Cohen defeats Alexis Ren via La Guerre de Amour rules!
***
The following morning, Head Trainer Steve Boyd was treated to a most peculiar sight as he knocked on the door of Ren’s apartment. He had received an ominous call at 7 o’ clock in the morning, with Eden’s sickly sweet voice telling him he’d better check on Ren, then hanging up before he could ask further questions.
When there was no reply from within, Boyd only grew more concerned, and summoned the landlord to open the door on his behalf. At the sight of Ren’s living room lying in ruins, the landlord let out a stifled gasp, but Boyd already had a sinking suspicion as to what had transpired the night before.
Ordering the stunned man to remain at the door, he quickly rushed in, calling out Ren’s name. Soon enough, he heard the whimpering from the bedroom, and rushed in.
Ren lay tied up on her own bed, her arms and legs secured to the bed-posts in all four directions. Some fabric had been stuffed into the blonde’s mouth, preventing her from screaming, and Steve recognised it as Eden’s favorite pair of white cotton undies.
Without skipping a beat, he began to untie the knots, allowing Ren’s limbs to slowly collapse back down to the mattress, before the Vixen curled into a ball and whimpered some more. Surveying the damage, Boyd recognised Eden’s handiwork all over, from Ren’s black and bruised tummy to her lips lying parted and chapped from multiple smothers. The most telltale signs, however, were the red streaks across Ren’s throat, which indicated the most forbidden of rituals.
“You silly, silly girl…” was all Boyd whispered, quickly draping a towel over her curled up figure, before scooping Ren up into his arms, the slightest movement drawing pained sniffles into his chest.
He shushed her, telling her everything would be alright. But deep down inside, he was getting tired of picking up the pieces these girls of his always left behind. Sooner or later, someone was going to get seriously injured, and he didn’t want to be around when that happened.
He would have to have a serious talk with Cohen sooner rather than later, but Boyd also knew that these two would never admit to what had transpired the night before. Such were the rules of La Guerre de Amour. And such were the rules of this dangerous game.