Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

Match Type: Domination Match
Victory Conditions: This match will take place in a special ring. The ring is located inside a private room, with cameras in every corner, and various BDSM items strewn around the walls. Victory can only be obtained by making your opponent verbally submit, saying a word or phrase of your choosing. No disqualifications. No countouts.


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The AFW wasn’t just the place for a standard wrestling ring.  Sure, thousands on thousands came out every night to watch matches go down in that particular ring, but in a company like this one that specialized in catering to so many unique talents and tastes, that couldn’t be the only place for combat.

Unbeknownst to many, the facility had a number of backrooms, private little areas that housed numerous specialized scenarios, unfit for the common match. Oil rings and mud rings were standard, of course, along with various ones designed to hold wasteful quantities of various foods.

Then there was the room that Dr. Cutter was entering now. A very special sort of room.

She strolled in, clad in her tight PVC outfit, her surgical mask, her hat - all the accouterments. It had been years since there was an occasion to wear this outfit, but now that she was trying a little comeback in the AFW, she felt it was time the world go to know Dr. Cutter once more, to be reminded of what lay on the other side of her coin. She could hardly have picked a better match to do with, as well.

The ring stood in the middle of the room, and a referee waited insides, but that was where the similarities to a normal match ended. For starters, the floor was a dark red carpet, burgundy, matching up perfectly with the walls on all sides. The room was shady, cast in weak lights, like the last rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon. It was hot inside, but not too hot, just humid enough that they’d be working up a sweat in short order.

Oh, and the toys. Such toys.

Dr. Cutter strolled along the walls, running her fingers over the numerous implements strapped to the wall. As something of a kink connoisseur, she recognized many of the tools - the whip, the strap, the cat-o-nine-tails, the cuffs, the cane, the shock collar. A good selection, and there was even a sturdy St. Andrew’s cross on the far side of the room. What caught her attention most, however, was the recent addition on wall opposite to the entrance: an operating table.

”Oh my, oh my.” Dr. Cutter licked her lips and walked over to the table, eagerly striding over. To the naked eye, it probably didn’t look like much. Just an operating table with some straps on the side. But she saw so many possibilities, so many ways she could give her foe the ultimate pleasure and pain, make this an unforgettable night for both of them.

Yes, yes, she knew how she wanted this to end. It was good to have goals.

Now, all she needed was an opponent to actually put on it. If what she’d heard was true, they’d found a very like-minded individual for it, and Dr. Cutter was always eager to meet a new opponent.

It was uncommon for Esdese to find herself accepting a match. The main problem was that she needed opponents with the right mindset, which would rival her own. She didn't want to be too picky about it, but so far the opponents she had accepted offered matches that certainly roused the dominatrix into defeating and dominating them. This was no exception, bringing an opportunity to Esdese to do more than just fight her opponent, not to mention that her opponent seemed to be a sort of dominatrix as well, which only made it better for her.

Soon Esdese would enter the room, dressed in her military outfit. She took a quick look around, noticing the equipment hanging on the wall and the ring in the middle, a rather close but almost comfortable surrounding for the dominatrix as she would head over to the ring. She gave the referee a simple nod before her attention went for the numerous types of strap ons for this match, a light smirk on her face as this was going to be rather thrilling for her.

She slipped into the ring, rolling her shoulders a few time as she threw her hat at the referee, knowing that it was not going to stay on during this match and would much rather keep it somewhere safe. She turned to her opponent, her eyes locking as she would briefly observe every bit of detail from her opponent, from her attire to her build. " ..It seems I was right about accepting this, you look very interesting. " She would briefly close her eyes, stepping to the center of the ring.

Dr. Cutter has made her way into the ring by the time Esdeath entered the room, leaning on the turnbuckle in her own corner, waiting and watching for her opponent to enter. As soon as her foe came in and stepped into the pale light, the Operator smiled behind her surgical mask.

She liked what she saw. Oh, so very much.

The hair was what drew her gaze to start. Long and lustrous, a haunting shade of chilling blue, like ice running down her back. The two of them clearly shared a love for high heeled boots, and the pair Esdeath wore could have come from Cutter’s own collection. White and clean, they hid strong legs, supporting a firm, slender figure, with breasts that peeked out and dared Dr. Cutter to touch and love and caress them. A dare she fully intended to accept.

An exceptional body. Dr. Cutter could scarcely wait to examine it.

Mirroring Esdeath, she tossed her own hat to the referee, giving the poor thing two to carry, before she strutted her way to the center of the ring, arms lazily lolling to the side as she approached.. She stood toe to toe with her foe, and their matching heights gave her a perfect view of those cerulean eyes.

”’Interesting?’ Only ‘interesting’?” She stepped forward and pressed their breasts together, letting them mushroom against each other in the middle. She doubted it would be the last time they touched. ”A vague, lazy word. I do hope you can think of better, pretty one. I'll want to hear them while you're licking my heels.”

The bell rang, and this would be the point where Anesthesia would blow a few hot words towards her victim, lick at the cheek, perhaps give her a heated embrace.

Dr. Cutter, however, was not Anesthesia. The moment the match officially began, she jerked forward and tried to smash Esdeath in the center of her face with a headbutt.

Esdese merely arched a brow when the woman stepped in and closed the distance, her breasts mashing and bulging within her uniform, almost threatening to pop right out of it to start things topless! Still, it held on and soon enough the match started with that familiar sound, though her opponent took the initiative over the dominatrix as that forehead slammed right in her face, forcing a flinch from Esdese as her boot shifted back along the mat before she pressed down upon it, preventing her from pulling away.

While her head was hurting, she was not one to let Dr. Cutter suddenly get the best out of her with that blow and soon enough she would lift her right leg from the floor, aiming to try and smash her knee hard into the woman's tummy, wanting to deprive Dr.Cutter of air while also trying to force plenty of oxygen from her lungs so she could get the match in her favor as soon as possible.

Through the thin material of Dr. Cutter’s surgical mask, you could see the slight shifting of materials, moving along with her mouth as she smiled. That grin grew even wider when her headbutt landed, despite the pain it caused her own skull. But when she realized that Esdeath wasn’t going to keel over from the blow, her face soured, and the image of a twisted snarl came across her face. She’d hoped that blow would’ve brought her foe down, left her kneeling, the way she belonged. Not the case.

Esdeath was quite fit and able, a fact she showed when she went on the attack, inserting the point of her knee into Dr. Cutter’s stomach. The blow hit hard and went in deep, forcing Dr. Cutter to bend forward...but that didn’t mean she was open.

Instead of letting the knee fall after it struck, Dr. Cutter reached around and clasped it tight, holding it up by the thigh. From there, she brought her spare arm up, pulled Esdeath in by the shoulder, then jerked back and tried to send her flying with an exploder suplex.

Esdese in turn had hoped that her knee would be enough to make her opponent falter, to go for a follow up attack and begin her dominance from there, but it seemed Dr. Cutter had different plans as her thigh was grasped, not allowing Esdese to remove her knee and bring that foot back down to the ground. Before she could retaliate, her opponent was already on the move as she was lifted off her remaining foot and over Dr. Cutter, landing hard upon her back!

She hissed upon impact, having hoped to not be the first one on her back or even slammed down to the ground but it seemed her opponent was not her average wrestler, not to mention that the outfit wasn't just for show, which would make Esdese a little more cautious with what she would do in the match.

Esdese decided to do a single roll back, pushing against the mat as she tried to get back up onto her feet and stay more defensive for now, not to mention find a better way to flank and fight her opponent.

Yes, there was a sensual, sexual theme with this match. Yes, the possibility of certain bodily fluids being excreted was high indeed. Yes, Dr. Cutter planned on stuffing Esdeath’s panties in her mouth at some point.

But that didn’t mean she would be playing things soft. What Esdeath had just taken was only a small sampling of the pain Dr. Cutter planned to inflict, and she was all too eager to get that ball rolling.

The Operator rolled to her feet and spun about quick, rising up in tandem with Esdeath, keeping their bodies level. ”Going somewhere, love?” She sprung from her crouch and closed in on her fellow femme fatale with a long stride. The moment she was close enough, Dr. Cutter shot her leg out with a boot to the gut from her sharp high heel, looking to kick her opponent right into the corner.

There was certainly something about this match that didn't just describe the erotic settings between the two fighters. Esdeath was out to destroy her opponent physically, mentally and sexually. She wanted to prove that she was the dominant one between the two of them and if she had to leave her opponent on the mat in a nude, sweaty, cum covered mess then that's exactly what she was going to do to prove a point. The woman was skilled, she wasn't just all show and the damage proved it.

She rose back up onto her feet as Dr. Cutter moved in for another attack, bringing that leg forward with dangerous speed and angle to try and keep Esdese from recovering, though suddenly the woman would grin as she shifted to the side, letting that leg go past her so she could could bring an arm around that leg to keep it from the mat, wasting little time to bring out her own foot towards Dr. Cutter's other leg, trying to make the woman lose balance and release the other leg to make the woman perform a split, hoping to stun her and keep her like that for a follow up.

Running in high heels took no small level of skill, but it was an art form that Dr. Cutter had mastered over the years. She was quite capable of putting a lot of momentum into her blows, and her boot would’ve surely left Esdeath reeling if it connected.

Alas, it was not to be.

[color:47ce=663300]”What-” The Operator spat as her blow missed its marked, sending her sailing past the intended target. That would’ve been bad enough by itself, but the white witch had to go and make it worse by grabbing her leg and throwing it down to the mat at an awkward angle, putting her flexibility to a brutal test. Dr. Cutter went into a split for a moment, before gravity got the better of her and she wound up flopping down on her back, stunned by the sudden shift for a crucial moment.

With the woman forced into that full split, it was time for Esdese to take control of this match and show her that there was only one dominatrix in this ring and she was planning on breaking Dr. Cutter, to humiliate her and ultimately fuck her into the canvas to make her feel inferior when it comes to facing Esdeath. She stepped behind her opponent, lowering herself to take a seat behind her, wasting little time to bring her feet over Dr. Cutter's legs and plan her boots in front of them, pushing down on them so she could have some solid strength and prevent the woman from closing her legs too easily.

At the same time, Esdeath would bring an arm around the woman's face, aiming to latch onto it and pull the head back for a dragon sleeper as well! If she managed to get that far, she would use her free hand to reach around and grasp the woman's breast, deciding to squeeze on a more softer part of the body, not to mention to get a good feel of something she was going to enjoy throughout this match.