Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt Vs. Esdese: Mistletoe Madness!

Match Type: Mistletoe Match
Winning Conditions: The winning wrestler must hold their opponent against all four corners for at least five seconds a corner while kissing.
Special conditions: In accordance with the match type, mistletoe will be hung from each ring corner.

Lukretia stood in front of the staging area with a smile on her face. She was feeling quite generous this holiday season. At least, that is what she had told herself. Ever since one of her fellow German socialites had decided to come to the AFW, Lukretia had been dying to give her a personal welcome. If Ms. Esdese really wanted to participate in the AFW, that would be fine as long as she understood that Lukretia was the boss. Or maybe the woman would surprise Lukretia and prove a formidable foe. Either way, she decided to give the fans a bit of a treat as well.

They could do a standard match or some sort of domination match. No doubt Esdese would be interested in that, but Lukretia wanted something different. She wanted to do something with a sensual element that wasn't just a hentai match and something that might surprise the fans. No doubt they would think it a rather banal match for the fierce some domme, but Lukretia had no intentions of making it the kind of cutesy match that some kawaii might make of it. Maybe that was why Lukretia chose it? She was going to take one of those types of matches and turn it into something rather... ferocious.

Lukretia's unmistakeable music began to play and she walked down the ramp. She had a tight fitting red dress and her hair was done up with a tasteful holly pin holding it together. Her two maids, Babd and Macha followed behind her dressed in red and white maid outfits. She looked ravishing and elegant with just a taste of the season. She strolled down the ramp and carefully slid into the ring when the two girls hopped up to let her in.

Macha handed her a microphone and Lukretia smiled brightly. "Ladies und gentlemen." She said and was received with a hail of boos. "Now now, zere is no need for zis. I have come bringing glad tidings. It is ze season after all und I vill not have it be said zat I am not a giving voman. I have even spruced ze place up vith a bit of festive decoration." Lukretia nodded to the ring which had mistletoe attached to each corner, dangling a few feet over head as well as tinsel wrapped ring ropes and some fine Christmas bunting with Wreaths on the apron.

"In fact, to assure you I am no Grinch, I have brought anozer present." Lukretia smiled and held out her arms. immediately, her two maids began to undo her dress, leaving her in her delectable wrestling attire. The crowd were curious enough not to boo and gave her a moment. "Ah, yes, you vill see me in ze ring tonight und I assure you zat I have an opponent who vill not disappoint eizer of us." At least, Lukretia hoped so. If Esdese couldn't compete, then at least she'd get a Christmas beating that would send her packing back to Germany.

Lukretia looked to the entrance ramp and smiled. "I hope you are all ready. Zis match should be quite vunderbar." Macha and Babd carried off Lukretia's dress and the microphone as Lukretia stretched and warmed up for the match. She always kept herself in great shape and she was never rusty, constantly engaging in serious fights. However, it had been a while since she had wrestled in a Friction ring. Maybe the audience had thought she had gone soft. They'd be in for another Christmas surprise.

These kinds of matches were below the line of interest for Esdese. She would have outright declined it were it not for the opponent she would be paired up with. It was the woman who was not only in charge of this place, but also being known as the ' German domme '. It was a title that she would personally strip from Lukretia and when she was done with her, it would just be another woman that would lick Esdese's boots with complete dedication and no hint of self respect, a broken spirit that would wander with no goal. Submission was going to be the word that Lukretia will be haunted by for the rest of her life whenever she would hear the name Esdese, she was going to make sure of that. She was no stranger to kissing, not even when it came to kissing a person from the same gender. Heck, she prefered female slaves from the male ones, since they held a similar fashion of a broken rose, which still maintain a certain glance of beauty despite it's state of decay, a sight that one could relish if they were the ones seeking such a defiling nature. She had already entered the backstage when her opponent had just entered the arena to face the rather loud, booing crowd. She did not seem to care what was happening out there and was just taking the time to adjust her equipment, tightening it in all the right places. Her mind was clear, not a single moment of doubt was running through her head, only the scenarios of Lukretia's submissive positions were something she was looking forward to.

She clicked the heel of her boot a few times into the ground, then pivoted herself towards the entrance that led to the arena, noticing the maids leaving with a dress in hand. She was highly tempted to bring with her a short whip to make sure Lukretia would be getting the marks of domination on her, but there was plenty of time left for her to do so after the match. If all she had to do was make out with the girl at all the corners, she will just take the time to remove all opposition from this German Domme, take her title, take her attire and perhaps even shame her in front of the public that enjoyed to boo her. She stepped outside once her theme song started, again no motion towards the crowd around her was given as she made her way down the ramp, eyes dead set upon the ring where her opponent was warming up, her arms lightly swaying with her own march as Esdese would take the metal stairs to get into the ring, stepping through the top and middle ropes and soon stood right in front of her opponent. There was no direct, vocal arrogance from Esdese when her dead cold eyes would seek to make direct eye contact with Lukretia's eyes, only the confirmation of dominance, a pure aura of power that almost felt visible to the naked eye. If it was intimidation, it was Esdese. This woman lived and breathed for dominant, her whole attire looked like she was both a soldier and a dominatrix, a fine mix between the two that marked violence, humiliation and total domination of her opponent. There were no words exchanged from Esdese, who would simply use the eye contact provided to do the talking for her. Even if this match had this holiday spirit with it, there was none coming from Esdese. She was here to dominate and show AFW that she was the most dominant woman in the league, what better way to prove it by taking down the German Domme herself? Soon she will have her face in the canvas, her ass in the air and Esdese's boot on that ass to show a pure display of aggression.

Lukretia watched as Esdese came down the ramp in an almost robotic fashion. The woman exuded German in appearance the way that Lukretia did in voice. However, neither of them had a streak of flaxen in their hair. Lukretia thought it was almost ironic. She watched as Esdese marched up to her and pierced her with a cold stare. Lukretia's eyes fixated upon Esdese but unlike her countrywoman, her lips were spread in a wide grin.

She looked up at the towering woman, over half a foot taller, and just stared, smiling at her for nearly a minute. As the crowd waited for one of them to make a move, Lukretia did, letting her eyes flutter as she waved her hand almost dismissively at Esdese.

<How very Teutonic of you, Esdese.> She said in German. <It's all very stoic and I'm sure it's not for show. Good. The mistletoe and the match is just for the audience. I think we both know what we're after here.>

Lukretia waved her hand. <I don't expect you to hold back. Do not assume I will either. Now, will you you go to the corner and wait for the bell or are you already looking for the first 'fall'? I assure you that you won't get it, even if you start off backing me up in my corner.>

Esdese brought a hand up to correct her hat, though she only shifted it an inch to the side, the cap lowered enough to shave her eyes from a rather direct vision, but she didn't seem to care. When the woman would began to speak to her though, that was when she narrowed her eyes and raised her voice, a cold, dominant tone that would echo through the arena, not seeming to care that Lukretia was still taking. < Dog. > Was the first thing she would say, in the mutual German language, just a word of warning that she was going to talk now and intrude Lukretia from speaking further. < A stray like you needs to be thought when to speak, when to walk and when to whimper. >

The woman took a step forward, showing that she was not going to rest at her corner but rather wait at the center of the ring, an even ground for her to fight Lukretia and display the fearsome strength she packed, the dominance that she was going to unleash upon this ' german domme '. She was going to enjoy making her squeal. < Come here so I can start with the first lesson called: Obedience. > Her last step to the center was ended with a loud clang from her heel, standing straight and with eyes now fixated upon the woman in front of her. How dare she believe she could talk without Esdese's approval? This was going to be pure punishment in all four corners, she was going to wish it was going to be a gentle mistletoe, but she knew that no matter who would end up against the corner, the kiss was never going to be of effection, but out of pure dominance.

Lukretia's demeanor changed the instant Esdese called her a dog. Lukretia straightened up and her lip curled into a sneer. All of her usual snide jocularity vanished except for a small smirk. She could feel her heart pump faster as she looked over her fellow German domme.

<If I am a dog, Esdese, than I am a pitbull and you should watch your neck.>

Those were the only words she spoke back and she lowered her head. When the bell rang, Lukretia bent her knees and charged at the stoic woman. She wasn't going to stand for someone speaking to her in such a manner and at the moment Esdese had earned no such right. When Lukretia was close, she threw her knee up. Rules be damned, if Esdese wanted to speak to her in this manner, she'd feel the full force. Her knee was aimed square between Esdese's groin, with intent to kill.

Esdese was quite patient, allowing her opponent to take the intiative, observing her every move as she came forward towards her. She followed the knee that was pointed towards her, figuring that the woman was attacking her with that limb and took the risk to bring her own left knee to the right side, just so Lukretia's knee would graze past it and alter it's direction, going past Esdese's body instead. She wasted no time to bring her right arm up and around the back of Lukretia's head, leaving no second to waste as she tried to fetch the woman in a side headlock while she was close and in a easy range to complete it.

That wasn't her only move though, quickly bringing her left leg back down upon the mat before she would fall backwards, aiming to take Lukretia along for the right and counter Lukretia's attempt with a devastating DDT, going for a critical hit on Lukretia's head to start things off more brutal than it was supposed to be for this kind of match type.

Lukretia felt Esdese's knee crash into hers and keep her from hitting with the punishing blow. Lukretia had expected that to work so when Esdese grabbed her, she was instantly dropped in the hard DDT.

Lukretia was already dazed and reeling after one exchange. If her head wasn't swimming, she would be smiling. It seemed as though her fellow German domme wwould be quite the Goliath to defeat. Lukretia would happily add her to the list once she recovered.

Esdese was far more skilled that people might take her for, especially when she was new to the league. She was going to correct everything today by making the German domme her German sub. She didn't grin when she landed the DDT and the woman was on her stomach, keeping the hold on Lukretia so she could shift from the mat and on top of the woman's back, wasting no time to not only ride a momentum but also gain leverage over Lukretia.

If the woman did not resist her, she would test the German Domme's flexibility by grabbing her arms and draping them over her thighs, then grab Lukretia's by the chin to pull back hard on it!

Lukretia felt Esdese's weight on her back and growled. She wasn't going to be put down with one DDT but for the moment Esdese had her way. She yanked back on Lukretia's chin causing Lukretia to grunt in pain. She put her hands on Esdese's hands like she might start prying them off but instead, she let them slip down.

She then pointed her hands upwards and thrust them between her own head and Esdese's wrists. She reached up to grab hold of the woman's long hair and then pulled her arms to try and break the chinlock.

Lukretia also knew what she was doing and she wasn't going to let Esdese make her look like some rookie.

Having the woman in a camel clutch was by no means an easy task. It was only due to the effective DDT that started the fight and the possiblity of Esdese's martial art skills that she was able to counter the German Domme and bring her in this position. Even then, the woman was no easy prey to hold down, like a fish on dry land was she struggling to keep the woman locked up. She wasn't behaving as much as Esdese was hoping for, perhaps the DDT was not as strong as she had hoped it would have been, or perhaps the German Domme had more in her than what met the eye, a fatal mistake that Esdese would not make this early anymore. Her hands kept a tight hold on the woman's chin but those arms managed to free themselves from Esdese's thighs, thinking of recapturing them but ultimately decided against it just so she could intensify the hold of the camel clutch.

Her eyes narrowed when the woman's hands came up, but did not go for her arms and instead managed to grasp a hold of her long, blue hair. Esdese still did not abort her hold right away and would seek to only pull Lukretia's head up higher, just so she could stare up at an angry Esdese, cold eyes staring right into Lukretia's as she wanted to bend the woman in half, but it was a impossible feat this early on and she was forced to break the hold just so she could focus on removing those hands from her hair instead, looking to remove those instead while her position on top of Lukretia's lower back started to falter, allowing the German Domme a brief moment to recover.