Charlotte "Lotte" Davies Vs Amelie Roux

Standard Hentai Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission or DQ
Winner obtains the losers outfit. Winner also escorts the loser from the ring, in a way of her choosing.

Spoiler:

Clad in her ever revealing attire, Amelie couldn't help but be excited as she paced around her dressing room. The match up next featured herself, in a standard hentai match, with a interesting after match stipulation. She'd not only get to disrobe her opponent, but be allowed to carry her out like a doll of her own! Confident that her fun wouldn't end in carrying her opponent out, whoever she may be, Amelie would make her way to the entrance ramp, a smile as big as her face could carry apparent.

Emerging, the scantily clad French woman would make her way down the ramp briskly, swaying her hips and somewhat throwing a suggestive smile to the audience in general. She wouldn't waste time with theatricality, quickly sliding under the bottom ropes and standing, her buxom body bouncing from the movement. Bringing her hands down and over her figure, she'd smile again as she glared at the entrance, waiting for this fresh face to appear. She was eager to say the least, because simply put, she was confident she'd be getting laid tonight!

Spoiler:

Choosing a rather skimpier version of her normally elaborate magician's outfit, Lotte admired herself in the mirror. The cosplayer had chosen this particular one specifically for ease of removal, after looking over the rules tonight. It wouldn't do for the winner to take a torn outfit off of her as a prize... not that she was planning on losing, of course!

...

A knock on the door, and that was her signal to come on out. Holding her wand proudly, Lotte dramatically drew a few symbols in the air as she made her way down the ramp. She stopped just ahead of the apron, giving the plastic rod a long lick across its length, inviting all sorts of fantasies for the audience.

But they weren't what she was focusing on. Ooh, nice and tall... can't wait to see what she's got! Lotte sized up her opponent for the night. She was curvy all over, topped off with an exotic mane of green. Lotte could hardly wait to give a go at taming this sexy beast.

"Ready to make some magic happen, Miss?" Lotte said with a grin, nothing but excited at the prospect of taking on the sexy Frenchwoman, even as the size difference between them became clear. Well, why shouldn't she be, no matter how things turned out, tonight'd be a night with plenty of fucking!

Amelie couldn't help but bite her lip as Lotte made her appearance, clearly enjoying the opponent she'd been given tonight. She couldn't help but feel smug as she watched Lotte's eyes scan her own buxom physique.

She couldn't help but let out a laugh at the cheesy line, Lotte's comment a clear play on the fact she had entered the ring dressed like a kinky magician, with wand to boot. The bell ringing as both women were evidently ready to rumble, Amelie would give her own somewhat kinky response, bringing her hands up to scan through her hair, before sliding down her figure, over her ridiculous chest, and finally setting on her curvy hips, with a wiggle of her ass to boot.

"Mmm, why not just step into my arms, my magic little pet?" She'd wink, throwing the casual approach to the wind!

Lotte would have to set the wand aside, as dictated by the ref. As if she would use the plastic tiny toy as a weapon. She tossed it aside rather carelessly, her focus all on the big busty beauty.

Amelie ran her hands down her significant body, giving her quite the sexy display. And then she opened her lips, and of course she had a French accent. "Oh, pet you say? That's hardly a polite way to address your hostess for tonight~" Lotte smiled back, feeling more excited by the seconnd, just being around Amelie.

Amelie continued to lick her lips as the cute form before her bent down somewhat in the corner, placing her wand carefully. The French woman wasn't at all the sort to take an opportunity to assault a foe from behind, although she couldn't admit there was certainly an attraction to rushing Lotte in an attempt to land a hand on that butt.

"Mm..hostess?" Amelie would purr, blatantly curious from the thought of a much smaller woman controlling her. She'd begin to step forward, hands on hips and trying to casually close the distance as she swagger, the referee finally being broken from her trance that the scene before her was in-fact still a wrestling match, rather than two women seemingly chatting one another up.

"Mmm, that's right~ But that'll have to wait... first I gotta take care of some ah... minor details." Lotte smiled at the larger Frenchwoman, not willing to back away just because she was down in height by half a head.

The ref girl finally got back to her job, and the bell was signaled. "Let's have some fun, Amelie!" The blonde wouldn't waste any time, and would try to lock hands with the bigger woman, understanding that she had little chance of overpowering her... but she was still going to try, cuz why wouldn't she?

'Fun.'

In Amelie's honesty, whether the match turned into a squash-fest on either side, or the hardest fought battle of Amelie's entire life, she couldn't deny that she'd be having plenty of 'fun' merely by bumping bodies with her sexy foe.

She'd lock up with the girl somewhat easily, seeing as how Lotte seemed the sweet and innocent type, she certainly wasn't going to pull out a dirty trick to kick the fight off. And whilst Amelie was by no means a powerhouse per say, her natural size advantage gave her somewhat of a advantage, especially against figures such as those belonging to her foe tonight. She didn't exactly push, but with her legs braced, there was next to no chance her foe would directly be shoving her back either.

"In my opinion...this chivalry...is just a waste of time!" She'd grunt, in between strains of her arms, to keep the smaller woman firmly where she was. "As I've said, why don't we simply skip the foreplay and shoot right to me giving you a night to remember?!"

"Ah... r-rushing things, are we?" Lotte managed to keep most of the strain out of her voice. "Everything's better when you haveta work for it, even if its for me fucking you silly!" Lotte was holding her ground somehow for now, but she could tell that Amelie was hardly trying.

Nonetheless, Lotte would diligently keep at it, pushing her weight to one side of the lock up to try and get the firmly planted Amelie off-balance.

Amelie couldn't help but let loose a sly giggle at her opponents remark, before shooting a response. "Oh my silly little flower..."

Finding herself suddenly pushed back by the smaller figure, it would take the French woman a moment to correct her weight and strength distribution before evening out. By then, her small foe had gained somewhat of a headstart on the girl, and not without making Amelie somewhat wobble.

Throwing somewhat of a huff back, she'd try to push both hers and her foes arms directly downwards, so that their heads would be forcibly brought closer!

Lotte managed to force Amelie back half a step, but that was all she got before the bigger woman fought back, bringing down her arms entirely! "G-ggn..." Lotte could barely hold her ground, leaning backwards, and forced to stare into Amelie's seductive face.

"Hhah... d-damn, guess you got it."