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AHW EDEN'S COZY CORNER EPISODE II

Posted by caspian on 24 February 2024 at 10:23 pm

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

Cohen's Cozy Corner Episode II
Eden Cohen vs. Valentina Fradegrada
Apartment House Wrestling: Catfighting Queen Title

Eden:
(25, 5’10, 130 lbs, VIXENs)

Valentina:
(32, 5’9”, 125 lbs, Italians Boxing Better)

BEFORE:
Valentina's heels made a confident yet subdued sound as they met the tiled hallway leading to Eden Cohen's apartment. Every step felt measured, carrying with it a weight of memories and recollections of the past three months. Her memories flashed back to her recent face-off in the ring with the Vixen, and her hands clenched into fists, recalling the bitter taste of a rare defeat against the Israeli fighter.

But this next encounter wasn’t just about that recent loss, it was about reasserting herself and the rest of her stable in the world of the FCBA, especially after the disbanding and recent resurrection of her stable, Italians Boxing Better.

She touched the gold necklace resting on her collarbone, an emblem of her stable. The past months had been a roller coaster. From being at the top of their game, to the disbandment due to internal conflicts, and then the surprising revival – every twist and turn left Valentina craving for some stability and a semblance of control. The inconsistency of employment was a major stressor, but she wouldn't give Eden the satisfaction of knowing just how deeply it had affected her.

She halted in front of Eden’s door and took a deep breath, steeling herself. She had to be mentally prepared to face her rival’s sharp tongue, which was equally as deadly as her fighting skills. As she knocked, however, the door swung open almost immediately to reveal Eden, who was leaning casually against the frame. Her hazel eyes darted over Valentina, taking in her appearance before landing on the emblematic necklace. A smirk curved on her lips, "Oh, still hanging onto that old thing? Just like you’re hanging onto that failing team of yours?"

Valentina's eyes flashed with hatred, but she managed a tight smile. "Italians Boxing Better is stronger than ever. We’ve faced tougher times and still come out swinging."

Eden laughed, a soft mocking sound, "That’s what they all say before the fall. Anyway, how does it feel to be here after getting your ass kicked and your body saddled? Hoping for redemption in my apartment?”

Valentina's jaw tensed, "You got lucky, Cohen. One win doesn't change history. And don’t forget I’ve already thrashed you thrice. I'm here to remind you of that."

Eden stepped aside, her arm sweeping in a mockingly grand gesture. “Come on in then. Let's settle this, woman to woman.”

Valentina strode in, her posture regal, despite the taunts. Eden’s living room was spacious, the pale wooden floor complementing plush beige sofas. A large rug lay in the center, and the far end had a glass door that led to a balcony.

Eden closed the door behind her and gestured to the center of the room. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? But not too comfortable. These sheets were just cleaned after Bridget Satterlee started drooling all over them,” the Vixen said, referencing her very first fight in her apartment.

Valentina had heard about what happened to Satterlee all those months ago, when Eden first declared herself as the AHW: Catfighting Queen. The audacity, she thought. She had hoped the Queens of Absolution girl would have knocked some sense into Eden, but apparently, she would have to be the one to do it.

“Take off those ridiculous heels, why don’t ya? We wouldn't want you tripping over, although it would be quite entertaining to see,” Eden continued to taunt her.

But Valentina didn’t rise to the bait. She slowly began to remove her heels, placing them neatly to the side of the wall. Her fingers then reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, ready to strip down to her fighting gear underneath.

Her dress slid off her shoulders and cascaded to the floor, revealing a deep maroon lace lingerie set underneath. The bralette was designed with intricate patterns, highlighting her toned shoulders and well-defined collarbones. The matching high-cut panties accentuated her lean legs and the strong curves of her hips. Despite her stable’s momentary dissolution, Fradegrada had remained active in the gym, and her toned abdominal muscles hinted at her consistency and hard word, each one subtly etched against her tanned skin. Around her ribs, there was a hint of a tattoo, a series of delicate Italian words, symbolizing her deep connection to her roots.

Eden, not one to be outdone, quickly unbuttoned her own silk blouse, revealing a black strappy cotton bralette underneath as well. The lingerie set showcased the lean lines of her muscular arms and the broad expanse of the Vixen’s shoulders. Her flat and muscular stomach bulged with every breath, accentuating her sculpted abs. Slipping out of her mini-skirt, she revealed matching black cotton briefs, which drew attention to her powerful thighs, conditioned from years of rigorous training and fights. A small Star of David pendant dangled around her neck, a stark contrast against her fair skin, showing off her Israeli heritage.

Both women sized each other up in the middle of the living room, taking in the details of each other's bodies, the muscles poised and ready for battle. Valentina sneered, her eyes scanning Eden from head to toe. "You may have gotten lucky last time, bella, but this will be my night. By the end of it, I'll have you whimpering at my feet, begging for mercy. I'll make sure of it." She emphasized her words by confidently stroking her hands down either side of her thighs, then the sides of her body. “And when you're down beneath me, gasping for breath, I’ll remind you who’s the real queen of the ring.”

Eden chuckled, her own confidence unwavering. This was her battlefield, and each woman who entered her domain was going to get her ass kicked. "Your little stable fell apart, Valentina. And tonight, you'll crumble, just the same." She took a few steps closer, narrowing the distance between them, and her voice dropped to a menacing whisper, "I remember the look in your eyes when I rode you around the ring last time. And I promise you, by the end of this night, I’ll have you sprawled out, defeated, and pinned.”

Valentina laughed, though there was an edge of tension in it. "Big words for such a little, skinny girl. But it’s going to be a joy when I make you eat every single one of them. Remember the number of times I've had you pinned and sprawled in the middle of the ring? Those wins weren't flukes, you know?"

Eden smirked, circling Valentina, her hands on her hips, before gesturing for Fradegrada to bring it on with outstretched fingers. Both fighters dropped into a low crouch, each flexing their hands outwards, transforming them into curved claws. Their eyes never left each other, like two predators sizing up their opponent before pouncing. The fight was getting started, but neither woman wanted to make the first move to expose a potential weakness.

Meanwhile,the living room had been transformed into a makeshift arena. Plush sofas, ornate lamps, and occasional tables were all pushed to the room’s perimeter, leaving a wide-open space in the center, the hardwood floor gleaming under the soft lighting. A few pictures on the walls showcased some of Eden’s previous victories, especially one with her sitting on Bridget’s back and pulling her head and upper body back in a painful-looking Camel Clutch, but there was nothing else to distract these two hellcats from the main event about to unfold.

Eden, her caramel-toned skin glistening with a light sheen of perspiration, began to circle Valentina slowly. Her green eyes were sharp and focused, her feet moving gracefully across the carpeted floor, her bare feet smooth and centered as she moved. Her long dark hair flowed down her back, framing a face set with determination.

Opposite her, Valentina moved with the grace of a seasoned catfighter. Her lean figure, accentuated by her lingerie, displayed every ripple of muscle and curve, telling tales of hours spent training, and some unreported scraps with girls who’d pissed her off in the past. Her own tanned skin contrasted sharply against her black lace bra and panties, and her brown eyes sparkled with a fiery resolve, with her jet-black hair falling in waves down her back.

Suddenly, with a speed that would surprise anyone who was watching, Eden lunged, aiming her claws directly for Valentina’s face. But the Italian was ready, parrying the move with a slap of her hands to the side, before the two competitors locked hands, their fingers entwined, each trying to overpower the other. Just like that, their fight had truly begun.

The room echoed with the harsh breaths and grunts, and Eden, attempting to break the deadlock, lunged her weight forward, trying to push Valentina back a step. But the Italian girl was quicker and more centered, shooting one of her feet outwards to try and trip Eden. With a shout of surprise, they both fell onto the floor in a tangle of limbs, hair, and sharp nails.

Valentina, with a predatory smirk, kept her grip on Eden’s skin, raking her nails down the arm at one point, leaving thin, red marks. Eden hissed back, retaliating with a sharp slap across her cheek, the sound reverberating in the living room, and sending her head snapping to the side. But the Italian’s defiant eyes met Eden's, and she replied with a harsh slap of her own across her rival’s face. They continued in this manner for what felt like hours: a slap here, a hair-pull there, each blow punctuated by a growl or cry of pain. Then, they rolled across the floor, over the thick, plush rug and back onto the carpet, neither giving an inch.

In an impressive feat of strength, Valentina managed to get on top, pinning Eden's arms down with both her knees. But her victory was short-lived. With a surge of adrenaline, Eden bucked her frame off, sending the Italian model flying off again. Valentina barely had time to recover before Eden was on her instead, her hands buried deep in her raven locks, and pulling sharply. She let out a shriek of pain, her hands going high to wrest Eden's wrists off and try and pry her assailant off.

With the sofa behind Eden, Valentina, seeing her chance, barreled forward, attempting to pin Eden against the plush furniture. But Eden side-stepped at the last second, controlling the raging Italian bull and sending her groaning into the piece of furniture itself. Thankfully, it was just a sofa, Valentina thought, with the cushions absorbing most of the impact. But just as she spun around, Eden pounced upon her, using her body weight to pin her to the surface of the sofa.

Valentina could only instinctively hook her legs around Eden's waist, creating a defensive guard, as Eden buried hands in her hair and pulled in all directions, using her adrenaline and the momentum to drive the Italian girl further upwards and onto the sofa cushions, such that she became laid out on the length of the seat cushions, trying to fend Cohen off.

Breaking Valentina's defensive leg guard, Eden surged forward, expertly maneuvering her body to straddle the Italian's neck and shoulders. The intense pressure and weight forced Valentina's head to tilt backward, leaving it suspended over the edge of the sofa seat, her raven-black hair flowing downwards to touch the carpet beneath.

Eden wasted no time, positioning both legs over the edge of the sofa, effectively locking Valentina's head between her thighs. As her struggles persisted, her thighs tightened, constricting around the Italian's neck, trying to stifle any form of counter from her opponent. The living room echoed with Valentina’s muffled protests, as she fought against the increasing pressure, her hands reaching to pry at Eden’s legs, seeking an escape from the confining grip.

As Eden solidified her advantageous position, she descended her hands into Valentina’s luxurious raven-black tresses, intertwining her fingers deeply, yanking her head further into the vice-like hold of her thighs, ensuring that every breath the Italian took was labored and drawn out over the smooth skin.

Feeling the encroaching confinement, Fradegrada’s survival instincts kicked in. Her hands, with their perfectly manicured nails, raked at Eden's sculpted thighs, leaving a tapestry of red lined down her skin, as she sought a vulnerable spot to exploit. Her legs, coiled beneath her, pushed against the base of the sofa as she tried to buck her body upwards, aiming to unseat Eden or at the very least, alleviate the pressure around her neck.

Eden's thighs flexed in response, the muscles visibly tightening as she bore down harder on Valentina, countering each of her desperate bucks with a tighter squeeze. The room echoed with Eden’s grunts of effort as she tightened her hold, and Valentina’s muffled cries, both fierce and defiant, from within the trap.

Eden, feeling the surge of confidence at having locked in the first submission move of the evening, couldn't resist a smirk from above. She leaned down, her body arched over, her gaze meeting Valentina's, enjoying every second of her early dominance. "What's the matter? Feeling a little... squeezed?" she purred, her mocking tone evident.

Valentina, despite her precarious position, managed to let out a strained scoff. Her defiant eyes locked onto Eden's. "Enjoy it while you can. Once I'm out of this, you'll be the one gasping between my legs." Her voice was strained due to the hold, but the fire in her words was undeniable.

Eden chuckled softly, "Oh, I plan to. But tell me, how does it feel to be trapped so early in the game? Not what you expected, was it?"

Valentina sunk her nails into Eden’s thighs as a response, before saying: "This? Just a minor hiccup. By the end of tonight, you'll be begging me for mercy. Remember, the night is long and it’s still young."

Eden's laughter was rich and confident. "Promises, promises, Valentina. Let's see if you can keep them."

Valentina grunted, realizing she had to act fast, used her remaining strength to muster a sudden burst of energy. Then, she thrust her body upwards, the powerful move causing the sofa to shake to its core. Eden, caught off-guard, found herself losing her balance, with the force of Valentina's upward motion, combined with the momentum of their entwined bodies, sending both women tumbling down and onto the plush carpet.

After their mutual tumble, Valentina's swiftness came into play. With Eden still tumbling onto her side, she reached out and snagged one of her adversary’s wrists, before deftly shifting her weight to one side. Simultaneously, with her free hand, she reached behind to the back of Eden’s knee and gave it a firm yank. The sudden maneuver forced Eden to crash back down onto her back, her dark tresses fanning out beneath her.

And Valentina wasted no time! She swung her legs around, placing her butt squarely on Eden’s stomach, before sliding her body upwards, her legs gliding smoothly over Eden’s breasts, momentarily causing a breathless gasp from the girl below. As she settled into position, Valentina's knees pressed down over Eden’s arms, digging tips into the carpet, providing the necessary leverage to keep Eden pinned beneath, with the Vixen’s face, now framed on either side by her opponent’s strong thighs, staring defiantly upwards.

"Didn't expect that, did you?" Valentina teased, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. Her fingers intertwined with Eden's dark locks, giving them a sharp tug, drawing a muffled protest from her lips.

Eden, defiant despite her compromised position, shot back, "You won't keep me here for long, b*tch!"

But Valentina's smirk grew wider. "Let's see, shall we?" she responded, spreading her thighs outward, briefly lifting her weight off Eden's face. Taking advantage of the extra space, Valentina delivered stinging slap after slap to Eden's cheek, not hard enough to leave an immediate mark, but more than enough to shock and sting, and make Eden thrash about underneath.

"b*tch—!!" Eden began, but was cut off by another sharp WHAPP from Valentina.

Valentina's laughter was sharp, almost musical, echoing in the living room. "Shh... less talking, more struggling," the Italian girl taunted, cinching her thighs once more around Eden’s face, effectively squishing her cheeks together, asserting her newfound dominance.

Beneath, Eden's chest heaved with shallow breaths, her every exhale warm against Valentina's inner thighs. Refusing to be the submissive party, Eden's hands darted upwards, digging into Valentina's sides and legs, her fingers searching for a weak point, or a pressure spot. Her long legs too began to kick and flail out behind, trying to find a way to destabilize her challenger.

Feeling Eden's spirited struggle, Valentina's smirk momentarily wavered. For all her taunting, she knew Eden was a formidable opponent, and even a slight lapse in concentration could tip the scales in her rival’s favor. To counter her resistance, Valentina dug her fingers deeper into Eden's hair, using her grip to yank her head back and keep her trapped between her legs. "Stay down!" she hissed.

But Eden wasn't about to comply. With a sudden surge of strength, she twisted her torso to the side, managing to throw her weight off as well. It was a calculated risk, and for a brief moment, it looked like it might not pay off. But, as Valentina faltered overhead, trying to maintain her balance, one of Eden's knees shot up, catching her on her back.

The sharp pain forced a yelp from Valentina, who rolled off to the side and released the pressure off Eden in the process. In an instant, the Vixen got to her knees and lunged for her, their bodies colliding with force. Suddenly, the room was filled with the sounds of their panting breaths and muffled curses, and the unmistakable rustle of their clothes scraping against the carpet.

Both women became an entangled mess of limbs and hair, their bodies twisting and turning as they rolled across the floor, locked in a tightening, relentless catball. The fervent struggle brought them into close proximity, their faces mere inches apart. Snarls escaped their lips, and their eyes, burning with passion, locked onto one another, mutual expressions twisted in a cocktail of anger.

Eden's hand shot up, her fingers digging into the base of Valentina's dark hair and tugging hard in an attempt to gain control. Valentina hissed in pain but retaliated by snaking her own hand to the back of Eden's head, and yanking with equal force. The sharp sting of slaps echoed intermittently, as one girl would find an opening to land a stinging hit off the other's cheek, only to receive another moments later.

Their legs remained tightly entwined, squeezing and straining, each trying to destabilize the other and gain the upper hand. The fierce catball continued, with neither woman giving an inch. The room filled with the chaotic sounds of their struggle: the rustle of fabric against the carpet, the sharp exhales accompanying each exertion, and the periodic snap when one would manage to land a jolting slap to the other girl’s cheek.

As they continued to roll across the floor, the momentum soon carried them towards the edge of the room itself. In their entangled state, the two women abruptly collided into the hard wall, the jarring impact momentarily disorienting them both. Both with her back against the wall itself, and Valentina beneath her, Eden found herself in an unexpected, advantageous position. Using the wall for support, she forcefully hoisted herself upwards, managing to come up on top of Valentina and now smother her opponent's body to the carpet.

Holding her shoulders down firmly, Eden moved her hands to Valentina's head, hooking an arm around the Italian girl’s neck in a Headlock. The dark-haired Vixen then shifted her weight, pulling Valentina's head snugly against the side of her chest, squeezing just enough to make it difficult for the Italian to draw full breaths. Valentina's hands immediately shot to Eden's forearms, her nails digging into the flesh, trying to pry the grip apart.

But simultaneously, Eden's powerful thighs clamped around Valentina's waist in a constricting Body Scissors, with the combined pressure threatening to sap the fight out of Valentina there and then. "Thought you had me, didn't you?" Eden taunted into Valetina’s dark hair, a smirk evident in her voice as she cinched in the hold.

The constriction around her foe’s neck made it hard for Valentina to retort, but her defiant eyes spoke volumes. She wasn't ready to give in. Not by a long shot. Valentina’s free hands scrambled for any purchase, fingernails raking across Eden’s bare skin, leaving reddening trails. Desperation and pain flared in her green eyes, and her fingers managed to tangle into Eden's long dark hair, pulling sharply with all her might. Every tug elicited a hiss from Eden, but the Israeli tightened her hold even more, the sinews in her arms and legs bulging with exertion.

"You can't escape this, b*tch!" Eden sneered, adjusting her grip so her forearm pressed against Valentina's throat, thereby intensifying the choke.

Valentina's muffled reply came as a growl, the sound vibrating against Eden's chest. She pulled at Eden's hair with one hand, while her other hand clawed at her thigh that was wrapped around her waist. But with every passing second, Eden’s holds seemed to grow tighter, and the Italian’s initial fiery resistance began to wane as she found it harder to breathe, her gasps muffled against the Israeli’s chest. Sensing her opponent's weakening state, a wicked grin curled the corner of Eden’s lips. It was time to shift tactics and deal another blow to Valentina's pride.

Releasing her chokehold slightly, Eden slid her grip to the back of Valentina’s head, pushing her lips deeper into her chest, and momentarily blinding and disorienting the Italian. As Valentina spluttered and fought to get her head free, Eden unleashed her thighs from around her waist, allowing her to swiftly reposition herself. Using her weight and the wall for support, Eden began her ascent up Valentina's body. She pressed a knee down into the Italian girl’s midsection, causing a grunt of discomfort, then quickly shifted her hips upwards, and Valentina could feel the weight of Eden bearing down on her, rising up towards her chest, then neck, as her eyes widened in realization of what was coming next.

In a matter of moments, Eden found herself once again straddling Valentina’s shoulders and neck, her butt and thighs pinning her effectively to the ground. Valentina's face, reddened and slightly sweaty, but twisted in a snarl, was directly beneath Eden’s, their gazes locking in an intense battle of wills. Eden's dark hair dangled downwards, the strands tickling Valentina’s forehead, as the Vixen leaned in best she could, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Looks like I’ve got you right where I want you, Val,” Eden taunted, her hips thrusting forward and into the base of Valentina’s chin to emphasize her dominance.

Valentina, her pride bruised but not deflated, only snarled back, “You won't keep me here for long, Eden!” She flexed her abs beneath and tried to buck her hips, aiming to dislodge the confident Vixen above. Eden, however, was determined to hold her ground, ensuring her humiliating position remained unchallenged for as long as possible.

Eden, savoring her dominant position, shifted her hips forward slightly, forcing her lingerie briefs further into contact with Valentina’s chin, the soft fabric brushing against the Italian's flushed skin. "You feel that, Val?" Eden purred, her voice dangerously soft, her hands sliding into Valentina's hair, tugging sharply and making her gasp. “All I need to do is give your head a little tug, and you’ll be kissing my crotch. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Valentina's eyes shone back with defiance, glaring up into Eden's. It was the defiance of a warrior, even as her bottom lip trembled as it brushed over the cotton fabric of Eden's briefs, and inches above, the sight of Eden's rhythmic breathing causing her lower abdomen to rise and fall, pressing in and out ever so slightly with each exhale.

In this heightened position, the soft ambient lighting illuminated the defined contours of Eden’s abdominal muscles, rhythmically pulsing with every inhalation and exhalation. Each time Cohen took an excited breath, her midsection expanded slightly, the bronzed skin taut over the well-defined abs, and then contracted again, teasingly close to Valentina's lips, just above the waistband of her black cotton briefs. The intimate proximity forced Valentina to experience the full range of sensations: the warmth emanating from Eden's core, the faint musk of her sweat, and the faint nightmare of Eden's lower tummy fully pressed into her face if she didn’t act fast.

Despite the compromised position, Valentina's voice was still filled with fire. She managed to twist her head to the side and sputter. “You dream big, Eden,” she hissed, her voice muffled slightly still. “But it’s going to be my thighs wrapped around your throat, squeezing the arrogance out of you. Just you wait and see.”

Eden shot back with a smug retort. She was the one on top, and it didn’t look like there would be any other outcome by the end of the night. "Looks like someone's getting a little too familiar with my lingerie, huh? How about I return the favor?" Without wasting a second, Eden’s hand reached behind her, finding the waistband of Valentina's lingerie briefs And then, with a wicked grin, she began to pull, the fabric stretching taut and upwards against Valentina’s hips!

For a brief moment, the elastic edge of the lingerie gave way to reveal a sliver of Valentina’s smooth curves beneath, as Eden aimed to deviously strip away the Italian's last shred of dignity.

But her arrogance proved to be her downfall. The sensation of the fabric stretching, combined with the humiliation and vulnerability of being disrobed, ignited a fiery rage within Valentina.

The Italian fighter let out a fierce snarl, channeling all her remaining strength and anger, and with an explosive buck of her hips, she managed to unseat the overconfident Israeli. Caught off guard, Eden went hurtling off to the side, her momentum sending her crashing into the nearby wall of her apartment with a loud thud and shout of surprise. The impact left her momentarily stunned, as she slid partially down the wall, trying to steady herself on her knees, her eyes dazed and head spinning from the sudden turn of events.

Valentina, still buzzing from her triumphant reversal, took a second to catch her breath. Her chest heaved with exhaustion, the adrenaline from the fight pulsing through her veins. Then, she lunged forward, her fingers buried into the thick dark tresses of her opponent from behind. And with a fierce tug, she hauled Eden back up onto her knees, even as the Israeli groaned beneath in protest.

Suddenly finding herself in a vulnerable position, Eden's eyes darted around frantically, trying to assess her situation. But before she could react, Valentina expertly maneuvered herself in front of her, one of her long legs stepping forwards and over her shoulder and extended arm, pressing the inside of her left thigh firmly against Eden's right cheek. Then, keeping a firm grip on both Eden’s wrists, she repeated the move with her other leg. And before Eden could react, Valentina had hooked her fingers under the curve of her jaw, tilting her head upwards at a painful angle. The result was an excruciating Standing Head Scissors, with Valentina standing tall and proud over the kneeling Cohen, tilting her head back with her powerful thighs wrapped around the front of her neck!

The sudden entrapment caused the rest of Eden's body to jerk and convulse instinctively. Her neck and head were wrenched backwards, and forced to align with the powerful contour of Valentina's thighs. Her lower body tensed and strained, the muscles in her back arching as her knees had no choice but to dig into the carpet. Desperation grew within her chest, causing her entire frame to shudder and quake, desperately seeking any avenue of escape from the relentless, mounting pressure, but also the humiliation of such a compromising position.

A choked gasp escaped her lips, as Eden found her lips pressed firmly against the cotton fabric of Valentina's briefs, the warmth of her caramel thighs contrasting with the coolness of the material. Valentina, maintaining her dominance by seizing both of Eden's wrists, hoisting her arms high and upwards into the air, effectively rendering her defenseless.

Valentina, smirking, stood imperiously above her captured foe, feeling a surge of power swell within her. She anchored herself on raised toes, and her thighs became pillars of strength. Her own body quivered slightly, but each spasm from Eden below only fueled her desire to choke the life out of her insolent rival.

A series of muffled pleas escaped from between Valentina's thighs as she began to rhythmically gyrate and thrust her hips forward, each movement pressing her cotton briefs even more firmly into Eden's lips. The sensation of Valentina's thighs pulsed against her face, along with the smothering fabric, which left Eden dizzy and disoriented. "How do you like the view?" Valentina taunted, her voice filled with sweet victory. She gave both thighs another squeeze for emphasis, ensuring Eden felt every ounce of her wrath.

Rather than respond, Eden began to pry her arms from Valentina's grasp. Inch by inch, Eden wrenched herself free, like a wild animal clawing its way out of a trap. And with each free arm, Eden clamped her nails into her calves, gripping tightly and trying to pry the Italian's legs apart. And soon, Valentina's smirk began to falter, as she felt Eden's fingers digging into her flesh, searching for a weak point. To compensate, the challenger shifted her grip from Eden's wrists to her hair, yanking her head back sharply. This allowed Valentina to keep her head firmly locked between her legs, but also a vantage point to strike from her elevated position. A series of sharp punches landed straight down into Eden's face, and between the strikes, she'd try and slap Eden to further disorient her.

However, Eden's resilience proved remarkable. Drawing from reserves of strength she might not have even known she had, Eden began to slowly rise off the carpet, her strained body having had enough of being pinned down. Valentina's legs, though strong, started to quiver from the effort of holding on, and as Eden rose to a squatting position, Valentina's balance became too precarious.

With a surge of effort, Eden gripped the backs of Valentina's knees and yanked, barreling her frame forward as a guttural roar escaped her lips. The charging tackle destabilized Valentina’s balance, who, caught off-guard, went stumbling backwards with her arms flailing, and found herself crashing into the tabletop cabinet behind her back, the sharp edge digging into the small of her back.

Immediately, Valentina groaned and winced, the pain shooting up her spine, with one hand shooting behind her for support, and the other rested on the flat surface of the furniture to stabilize her off-kilter balance. But Eden, despite the pain lancing through her strained neck, wasted no time. Gathering speed with a few, rapid strides, she plowed into the Italian beauty with a shoulder thrust directly to her abdomen, the sudden impact doubling Valentina over with a groan, and her eyes widening as though the wind was knocked out of her.

Before Valentina could recover, Eden's hands were already upon her once more. The Vixen helped herself to a helpful fistful of dark tresses, forcing her head back up and their eyes to meet. Then, with Valentina's face exposed, Eden clenched her fist and delivered blow after blow to her nose and lips. Each punch slapped into flesh, methodically, meant to exact retribution, as her grunts echoed off the walls.

Valentina’s head would whip to the side from each punch, only to be yanked back into place by the unyielding grip on her hair. Her lips were parted, a mixture of shock and pain in her breathy exhales. Soon, her own hands flailed upwards, her fingers splaying out and grabbing at Eden's wrist, trying to dislodge that iron-like grip on her hair.

But Eden was unrelenting. Between pulling her fist back for another strike, the Vixen would snarl a new taunt. "Not so confident now, are you?" she spat, punctuating her words with another punch. "Thought you could take me down?" Another BLAM to the nose. "You're nothing!" And another. And another. Her voice was thick with venom, each word dripping with disdain for the Italian.

But as Eden drew her arm back for yet another punishing punch, Valentina's sharp instincts kicked into high gear. In the short moment Eden prepared her next strike, Valentina saw her fleeting chance, thrusting one of her knees upwards, and connecting into Eden's exposed belly. The sudden and sharp pain doubled Eden over and onto her raised knee!

As her body instinctively hunched over, the Italian seized her own firm grip on Eden’s hair, taking a deep breath before yanking Eden’s head forward, and driving her face into the cold, unyielding wall! The force of the impact jarred through Eden’s skull and down her spine, causing her to slump against the wall, a low groan escaping her lips, her silhouette, momentarily distorted by pain, seemed vulnerable and weakened under the hallway's dim light.

And before Eden could even think of sliding down to her knees, Valentina lunged for her shoulders and twisted her around with a mighty pull and pivot, before delivering a blistering backhand across Eden’s cheek. The sound resonated like a CRACK in the tense air, with the blow so fierce that her face was whipped to the side, the strands of her dark hair following the motion, and her body sent staggering in the same direction.

Smelling blood in the water, Valentina pressed her advantage, following the reeling Eden down her own hallway, each step punctuated by another and another vicious slap, punch, or kick to her body, each one driving the Israeli towards her living room. Eden’s once-confident expression face was now a canvas of red welts and emerging bruises, her lips parted wide and her chest heaving with exhaustion.

But it was at the bedroom's threshold where Valentina broke into a determined sprint, lunging for Eden’s body with a rough spear of her shoulder into her abdomen. It was a mirror of Eden's earlier maneuver, but only this time, Eden crumpled backwards, the momentum from the tackle sending both women crashing through the door and onto the plush carpet of the bedroom, the world around them blurring with pain and pulsing adrenaline.

Rising to her knees, Valentina quickly took advantage of the disoriented and downed Eden. She quickly scooted her legs over Eden’s bleating chest, but this time, facing the opposite way, and towards her legs. For a brief moment, Valentina playfully shimmied her hips, her firm buttocks pressed into Eden’s face, with her rear end muffling any retort Eden might have tried to make in the moment.

Then, in a move of brazen dominance, Valentina’s hands shot downwards and forth, her fingers curling over the waistbands of Eden's panties. Behind her, Eden's eyes widened in a mix of shock and panic, realizing her foe’s intentions just a second too late. And with a fierce tug, Valentina tore the cotton fabric away, leaving the Israeli completely exposed and vulnerable from the waist down, her lingerie bottoms disintegrating with a sharp rip and tear.

Eden's immediate reaction was one of modesty and self-preservation, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she twisted her hips, trying to shield her now-exposed nether region from Valentina’s hungry gaze. The intimate folds of her womanhood, usually hidden, were now exposed to the dim lighting of the room, a slightly darker shade compared to the surrounding skin. Instinctively, her legs crossed over each other, trying to provide some semblance of cover.

Hoisting the ripped fabric triumphantly overhead, Valentina purred from her perch, "Looks like I've claimed a trophy.”

Then, Valentina, still brimming with overconfidence, began to lean backwards and over Eden's lingerie top, her intentions clear as day as she shifted her weight recklessly off. The move caused her legs to spread even wider, a precarious imbalance forming between her hips and her knees, which were previously anchored into the plush carpet of the bedroom. Each inch she leaned back threw her center of gravity off, and Eden, although dazed beneath, could feel this change in her fortunes.

Eden's hazel eyes narrowed, calculating the brief moment to strike, when the pressure was relieved and she could feel every muscle in her body tense and release, in anticipation. Her hands, which had been resting limply by her sides, suddenly darted upward, her fingers desperate and searching, and finding their target with ease: the delicate strings of Valentina's own lingerie briefs on both sides of her hips!

Eden's fingers tangled around the fragile strings, and were determined to not let go. Valentina shrieked and gasps, her own fingernails about to lunge for Eden’s top, but sensing her own precarious position, the soft fabric of her lingerie briefs immediately sliding down and over her thighs, and then, past her knees and down her calves, aided by the Italian forcibly trying to get away from Eden’s tight grip. It all happened so fast that Valentina barely had time to register the cold draft on her exposed skin, before she found herself in the same vulnerable position she had just put Eden in!

Valentina's face flushed a deep shade of scarlet, a mix of fury and embarrassment. She felt the heat of the moment, and the sting of Eden's revenge. In her haste to get away, her hands had flailed, reaching back in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable. Tumbling forward due to the sudden force, Valentina landed awkwardly on her hands and knees, her raven locks cascading about her face, hiding a look of shock that slowly twisted into one of rage.

Eden, meanwhile, didn't waste a moment, deftly rolled back onto her side, putting some distance between herself and Valentina. With a triumphant smirk on her lips, she held up the Italian's briefs like a victorious flag, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Looks like we're even now," she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

In the fleeting moment of their standoff, there was no exchange of words, just a mutual, heated glare, with the tension in the bedroom about to snap at any second. And snap it did! Like two tempests colliding, Eden and Valentina lunged back at each other, crashing violently together with sheer force and will.

Their arms instinctively entwined, hair entangled as they pulled and tugged on their knees. The intimacy of their previous entanglements was gone. Now, it was raw and primal, the thin boundary of propriety discarded, and their bodies became so closely locked in the struggle that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.

The muted thuds of sweat-slicked skin upon skin resonated in the otherwise silent room. Every now and then, one would manage to get a leg in and over the other's thighs, using it as leverage to try and overpower the other, using their body weight. At other times, their knees and thighs would thrust forward, sliding under the most intimate of spots, forcing a groan of ecstasy from their lips.

Pressed together, their breaths mingled in the small space between them, hot and rapid. The effort and strain was etched upon their features, with their lips occasionally brushing against and over each other, and their hips grinding with taunting motions. Suddenly, the edge of Valentina's thigh was shoved into the space between Eden’s, with the Italian girl feeling her opponent’s body immediately shuddering with pleasure and pain. Eden’s face wavered, her brows knitted in panic, as she felt the invasive limb glide back and forth over her womanhood. Immediately, she knew what Fradegrada was up to: the Italian didn’t just want to defeat her, but humiliate her thoroughly by the end of the night.

Eden’s breath hitched momentarily as Valentina thrust her hips in further, forcing her thigh in deeper over her nether region. Immediately, her body exploded with both pain and pleasure, and Eden's only response was a fierce glare back into her rival’s, her lips parting in a stifled hiss and scowl from the Italian model’s dirty tactic. "Enjoying the feeling, Eden?" Valentina taunted, her own breath labored and strained. “Pretty soon, I’ll give you a front-row view of it. How’s that?”

In defiance, however, Eden’s own thigh answered her challenge, the Vixen thrusting her own knee straight in and between Valentina's thighs, aiming unapologetically for the most sensitive of targets! A searing pain exploded through Valentina's body, the shockwave traveling from her crotch and rippling up the rest of her spine, and the Italian’s mouth opened in a silent scream, the rest of her body shuddering mightily for a second in the midst of their catball, before her grip immediately faltered, as the wave of agony washed over her in turn!

Parts of Valentina’s body began to spasm in Eden’s unrelenting hold, with Eden deliberately keeping her knee thrust locked into the snug cavity between her opponent’s thighs, even as Valentina attempted to squeeze her legs around the invasive object. As the pain mounted, so did her resolve begin to melt away, allowing the Vixen to intensify her hold by wrapping her arms tighter around her body, reaching around her shoulders to tug at her chin and jawline.

Valentina's parted lips were pulled inexorably toward Eden's, a stark juxtaposition to the fierce struggle that had preceded it. Their lips met with an electric charge, a clash of heat and intensity and muffled groans, as Eden pressed her firm lips into and over Valentina's, capturing her in a forceful liplock that left the Italian fighter even more breathless and desperate for respite.

The Italian fighter could only shudder in her embrace, the rest of her body still reeling from the throbbing pain between her thighs, and now the lack of air due Eden’s tight grip over her head and body. Her lips were pressed inwards into a vulnerable pout, still stunned and parted by the sudden shift to this intimate contact, her initial resistance starting to give way, as the intensity of the kiss eroded what remained of her resolve.

As the seconds ticked by, Valentina's body and spirit began to wilt under the combined assault of pain, lack of oxygen, and Eden's fierce grip. Her struggles grew weaker, her attempts to break free less vigorous. Soon, her lips yielded to the pressure, allowing the Israeli fighter to take full control of the kiss.

With an unrestrained push, Eden deepened the kiss, turning it from a battle of wills into a sensual exploration of dominance. Valentina's lips were now molded against Eden's, her body trembling and surrendering, with Eden's tongue slipped between Valentina's parted lips, claiming the inner recesses of her mouth with commanding finesse.

The once-fierce Italian fighter was now fully enveloped in Eden's embrace, her defiance subdued by the overwhelming combination of Eden's kiss, and her strong arms and legs coiled around her neck and upper body, creating a vice-like Anaconda Choke. In calculated taunts, Eden occasionally relinquished the liplock, her lips moving to press against Valentina's flushed cheek.

With a cruel smile, Eden's taunting voice cut through the air, "Feeling the squeeze, Valentina? You wanted a taste, and now you're drowning in it. Your little rebellion isn't so impressive now, is it?" Her lips brushed against Valentina's cheek, as though nuzzling against her trapped foe’s predicament, before pressing them back in to deprive her of air.

In a last-ditch effort, Valentina tugged at Eden's hair, her punches landing weakly against the Israeli’s sides. Yet, the vice-like grip around her neck and body prevailed. And soon, oxygen deprivation took its toll, eroding the Italian girl’s defiance into exhaustion. Finally, left KO'ed and limp in Eden's grasp, Valentina surrendered to the depths of unconsciousness. Eden allowed her muscles to gradually release their hold on her limp form, before letting the Italian woman's head gently descend to the carpet.

But Eden's triumph was far from over. With an almost sweet gentleness, she guided her body over Valentina's inert form, swinging her hips and legs back over her own at the foot of the bed. The rise and fall of Valentina's chest was a rhythmic reminder of the Italian girl’s defeat vulnerability, as Eden plucked her up by her hair and began to hoist the spent woman to her knees.

Eden could feel the adrenaline still pumping in her veins, her breathing rapid, as she hoisted Valentina up by her hair. There was a peculiar sense of satisfaction in the way Valentina's form seemed to almost melt into Eden's grip, dazed from the aftermath of their intense skirmish.

"Look at me," Eden hissed as she grabbed both of Valentina's wrists, forcing her arms into the air. The victorious woman took a moment to savor the scene, almost as if time slowed just for them. Then, with calculated precision, Eden stepped over Valentina's right shoulder, and then the left, locking her legs and thighs around the defeated woman's neck and face.

Eden's eyes glinted with a hint of vindictive satisfaction. She remembered all too well the same position she had found herself in earlier, when Valentina had locked in that same painful hold, smirking at her perceived dominance. Now, the tables had turned, and Eden relished every second of it.

"You liked the view earlier, didn't you?" Eden teased, her voice dripping with sweet revenge. "I quite like it too."

As she felt Valentina's pulse against her thighs and the heat of her opponent's breath on her exposed inner thighs, she took the taunt a step further. In a final act of dominance, Eden thrust her hips forward, bringing her exposed crotch into direct contact with Valentina's lips. Her exposed skin met Valentina's face with a soft, deliberate pressure, her center pressing against the Italian's parted, slightly moistened lips, and sending a shiver up her spine.

Then, with a confident flourish, Eden began to gyrate her hips in a slow, teasing circle, the motion forcing Valentina's lips to smear and glide over the contours of her inner folds, each rotation amplifying the sensation for Eden, with Valentina's once fierce, challenging lips now unwitting participants in this act of intimate dominance.

The feeling was indescribable — a heady mix of victory, power, and unexpected pleasure. The friction caused by the movement, combined with the warmth and softness of Valentina's lips, sent waves of pleasure radiating from Eden's core, her body responding instinctively to the contact. The pulse in her thighs quickened, her breath becoming shallower, each gyration causing her heart to race faster.

For Eden, this was not just about physical dominance. It was a psychological victory, a way to reclaim her power and elevate herself over her rival’s soft moans beneath. In this drawn-out moment, the world around them seemed to blur into insignificance. The weight of their rivalry, the intensity of their fight, all culminated in this singular act of intimate dominance. And Eden reveled in it to the very end, letting the sensations wash over her, the mixture of pleasure and power intoxicating her senses.

With one final, slow rotation of her hips, Eden relished the last sensations that Valentina involuntarily provided. Then, with a soft exhale, Eden decided she had made her point. Slowly and deliberately, she loosened the hold around Valentina's neck, her legs retracting and giving her the freedom she had been deprived of.

The moment her grip loosened, Valentina's exhausted form collapsed back onto the floor beneath her. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, the coolness of the floor contrasting sharply with the warmth of her flushed skin. Valentina’s eyes remained closed, her lips parted and sucking in precious air, with the toll of the fight and the unexpected climax of their skirmish leaving her fully overwhelmed.

Eden stepped back, looking down at the woman who had, just moments ago, been her fierce opponent.Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart and steady her adrenaline-fueled body, she brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face.

"Don’t know about you, but I thoroughly enjoyed this fight, Val," Eden's voice was laced with amusement. "But I enjoyed kicking your ass even more." Eden smirked as she walked away, leaving behind the laid-out Valentina on the carpet of her bedroom.

Official Result: Eden Cohen defeats Valentina Fradegrada via Standing Head Scissors. Eden is STILL the AHW Catfighting Champ!

AFTER:
The soft light of dawn had filtered into the room the following morning, gently rousing Valentina from her slumber. Every inch of her body ached, reminders of the fierce battle she'd waged against Eden the previous night. She blinked her eyes open with a groggy sigh, slowly processing the unfamiliar surroundings. The remnants of their intense altercation were evident everywhere—deep depressions marred the carpet, sheets had been ripped from their moorings, and shards of broken furniture were strewn across the hallway.

As she sat up, the neatly folded pile of clothes caught her eye--it was the same attire she had arrived in, but lying atop of it was a small note. Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up, recognizing Eden's neat and cursive script: "Hope you enjoyed your stay in my little cozy corner. Breakfast is in the kitchen, though I can't promise it’ll taste as sweet. ~ Eden."

Her heart raced as the sly undertone of Eden’s message, with memories of the previous night immediately flooding back, and the bitter taste of Eden’s womanhood still on her tongue. She spat and shuddered, even as a rumble from her stomach reminded her of her physical needs. But as she got slowly dressed, every pull of fabric causing inflamed muscles to scream in protest, Valentina’s mind was already somewhere else.

The aroma of pancakes paired with the sweet scent of strawberries with cream wafted to her nostrils as soon as she exited the bedroom and reentered the living space. But there was no sign of its creator, with Eden having already left for the day and left her to pick up the shattered pieces of her pride.

Ignoring the tantalizing platter, a different hunger radiated from within Valentina, her thoughts burning with a need for retribution, and a thirst to regain her honor. There and then, she made a silent vow: the next time she and Eden crossed paths, it would be the sultry Vixen who would get a taste of her own medicine.

END