Through the Looking-Glass - Odessa vs Bridgette

Cage Match inside a plastic glass cage
Victory Condition: Make the other wrestler submit verbally while being pinned on her front against the glass wall
Bashing another wrestler's head to the glass wall is forbidden and the offender will be disqualified
Hentai allowed

The big day was finally here for Bridgette. Regardless of what happened outside the ring, it's her performance inside which would matter the most to her career. The result itself wasn't all that important as long as she could show what she's made of to the world. After all she's going to face someone who's already been in the league for a while, with a quite good reputation on top of that. Not the kind of opponent most people would like to face with on their debut, probably, but Bridgette was never being picky about who she's going to fight against. A newb, a veteran, or even a champion, she could take just anyone. It's not overconfidence, even if everyone else might give her the stick for it. To achieve big things, you had to aim big.

She was jumping around on the spot inside her preparation room, feeling pretty eager to start already. The knock on the door and the notice from one of the staffs sent a thrilling sensation through her back. This was it. This was her moment. Bridgette had been grinning from the moment she walked out of the locker room all the way to the entrance, her eyes blazing with excitement. Even the staffs felt like they might get burnt from getting too close to the fiery redhead!

The arena's lights went off for a few seconds before her theme began to play on the speakers. Soon enough, Blazin' Bridgette appeared on the ramp, wearing a black and white tank top, a red short pants, and a pair of black pantyhose that went up to her thighs. Completing her attire was a pair of white, plastic gauntlets and boots which raised the eyebrows of some. Bridgette wasn't just a fighter, alright, she's a gladiatrix, ready for whoever it was that's going to be locked up with her inside that shiny glass cage. Or so she thought. She had to admit that she didn't expect to get an unusual setting like this for her first match. Of course that'd only make her debut more memorable.

As she entered the cage, Bridgette immediately strolled around to get the feeling of the arena she's going to fight in. The redhead knocked the glass walls a few times, checking their strength. It'd be suck if she got injured from breaking the glass or something, although it didn't seem like possible since the glasses around her were actually made from plastics. Letting out a sigh, Bridgette then took a spot near the center of the ring to do some stretching, the confident expression she had never once left her face for a second.

As the redhead began stretching in the middle of the ring, a different song began to thunder throughout the arena, and Odessa Brock would enter at the top of the ramp, greeted by a loud round of applause from the audience. She had been on something of a high lately, winning a Summer Splash match against the great Cecilia Northman and facing off with Hardcore champ Liberty, though the latter had netted her her first in-ring AFW loss. Odessa would be looking to redeem herself tonight.

And Odessa had to admit that this would be quite the steamy match. Having seen her opponent enter, Odessa was of the opinion that the woman had quite the tremendous body, with long legs, a tight, powerful core, and a generous bust—a body not too dissimilar to Odessaâ€s own. Odessaâ€s eyes would remain on the redhead as she walked down to the ring and entered the cage. It would be sealed behind her, leaving the two of them alone together in a tightly-sealed plastic dome.

Odessa smiled at her opponent and walked towards the center of the ring, stopping just short of where the other woman stood. There, Odessa would begin to stretch herself, limbering up her arms and legs, getting ready for what should be an interesting battle. “Are you quite ready, dear? I canâ€t wait to wipe these glass walls with that cute body of yours…”

Watching the arrival of her opponent made Bridgette stopped her stretching. She became even more pumped now after watching the splendid figure of Odessa in person, as it looked much more delicious compared to the photos and videos. The redhead licked her lips while her would be opponent entered the cage, the excitement inside her just kept building up. Her gaze never left Odessa's beautiful form until the girl stood in front of her.

"Ha, of course I'm ready," Bridgette grinned confidently. "I'll wipe the whole cage with yours, maybe even drag you all the way back to the locker room afterwards!" she declared, her British accent was quite clear.

She cracked her gauntlet covered fists together, still grinning at Odessa from sheer excitement. This was the girl who beat Cecilia Northman, so Bridgette didn't expect an easy fight, although that's just what she wanted. It'd be a nice way to make a statement to everyone that she wasn't someone to be taken lightly despite being a newcomer.

"Whenever you're ready, dear," the redhead gave a mocking tone for her last word, her arms went up to invite Odessa for a lockup to start the match.

Dressed in her tight-fitting, cleavage-baring leotard, long gloves, and boots, Odessa truly was an impressive sight to behold. She saw the look on her opponentâ€s face as the redhead got her first glimpse of Odessaâ€s body. The ebony beauty laughed and wiggled her fingers in greeting.

“Oh, youâ€re quite confident for such a new wrestler. Iâ€m going to have to teach you a little lesson about respecting those with more experience than you…” Odessa would reply, her own British accent very evident as she heard her opponentâ€s accent.

“Oh, who am I kidding? When I started out I was just like you are now. This is going to be fun—and, if youâ€re good, I might give you a little treat in the locker room afterwards.” She chuckled and would reach forward, gladly locking up with Bridgette to begin the match, grabbing onto the red-haired girlâ€s elbows and beginning to push against her.

"Hmmph, just because I'm new here..." Bridgette scoffed before she began to push Odessa backwards. "...doesn't mean I'm not experienced... You'll see yourself soon enough, dear". she gritted her teeth.

The redhead didn't give it her all from the start, since it would be a silly thing to do. She did gradually add more pressure to try forcing a stalemate at the least, wanting to see just how strong the ebony amazon in front of her was. This was one of her favorite parts in a match, the test of strength. Bridgette was fascinated by physical strength, after all, and always quite eager to measure herself against other strong girls.

"Hhhnngghhh..."

“Iâ€m aware that there are other leagues outside of AFW,” Odessa would reply, as her countrywoman seemed to take some offense to Odessaâ€s teasing, particularly the idea that she was inexperienced. “I fought in London and in the States for several years, darling, and I loved every minute I spent in those federations. AFW is something else altogether, though, and youâ€d better be ready, because the people here are in another class entirely, and they wonâ€t show you any mercy.”

As she said those words, Odessa would begin to slowly increase the power of her pushing, increasing the pressure that she was putting on her redheaded opponent. The newcomer would match it, and, for a while, the test of strength would remain thoroughly stalemated. Odessa enjoyed this part of the match, too, but it usually proved all too short. Either one woman would decisively demonstrate her superior strength, or, more commonly, one or the other would attempt to trick her foe as they pushed against each other to gain the early advantage.

If there were to be any tricks, Odessa intended to be the first to utilize one. But not yet. She would keep pushing, pressing against her similarly-sized opponent harder and harder, beginning to perspire slightly. “Grrrgh…”

Odessa was strong, and Bridgette guessed that the girl was holding back as well. Oh this could be really fun then. It seemed that there's some truth to what her opponent said about people in AFW being in a class of their own. Bridgette wasn't the type who'd ask for mercy, though. She'd go down fighting, kicking and screaming until she win, or lose.

"Hgghh... not bad..." the redhead grunted as she tried to push harder, aiming to move Odessa around a bit even if she couldn't force the ebony beauty all the way back.

Not many people managed to last too long in a lockup since normally one of them yielded, or resort to some tricks to avoid prolonged stalemate. Bridgette wasn't the type who'd do the later, simply because she enjoyed a test of strength, probably too much at times. Deception was never really a part of her style, at least not when it came to a physical contest like this.

"Heaaahhhh...!"

“Hnnnnrrgh…and youâ€re not too bad, either…” Odessa would grunt in reply, as she kept on pushing against Bridgette, struggling to gain an advantage in this test of strength. The thought of sticking a leg out to trip up the redhead crossed her mind, but Odessa wouldnâ€t resort to that sort of trickery if things continued on this path. She was confident that she could out-power Bridgette without any of those sorts of cheap tricks.

“Grrr…”

A small bead of sweat was beginning to form on Odessaâ€s brow, but she kept pushing. She felt her opponent increasing her pushing power, and Odessa would feel one foot sliding backwards as her opponent gained an advantage. She would quickly plant that foot hard on the canvas to keep it from sliding back any further, however, and would then double her own efforts, starting to really pour on the pressure as she tried to make the red-haired wrestler back up.

Bridgette felt Odessa was pushed back for a bit, only for the ebony wrestler to push harder in return, bringing them to the starting point again, and even push the redhead backwards a few inches. A drop of sweat trailed down from her forehead, and she could feel her face straining a bit.

"Not so fast....!"

She expected no less from Odessa considering her achievement, and became more excited to find out who's physically stronger between them. Stamping hard on the mat to hold her ground, Bridgette decided to go all out and pushed as hard as she could instantly, hoping to take Odessa by surprise and push her back again like before and even further this time.

"Yaaahhh!"

Odessa managed to regain the very small patch of ground she had lost to Bridgette, and, from there, would begin to push the redheaded wrestler back, watching as one of the lighter-skinned beautyâ€s feet began to slide. Evidently, Bridgette was none too happy with this turn of events. She would yell and then begin pushing on Odessa with all of her strength. Initially, Odessa was forced backwards a step or two before she could recover and begin to push with everything she had, as well. Her forehead was really starting to glisten now as the arena lights and the pushing began to take their toll.

Though she knew that allowing herself to be drained of energy like this at the beginning of the match was not ideal, Odessa now wanted to know which of the two of them was physically stronger. It would not decide the match, but it was an important contest to start out with. “Rrrrgh…” Odessa would growl as they continued to test their strength, fingers intertwined.