RJ Kingsley vs Delilah Moreau - Bedroom humiliation match

The winner will be decided when a wrestler submits to their opponent due to a humiliating circumstance.

Delilah hadn't had such a nice time in her last match, her romantic ideals about rolling around the ring with a cute woman and having a hard fought match that lead to both wrestlers improving had been crushed as soon as her foul opponent started going against the french woman's wishes and relying on cheap tactics. But that wouldn't ruin the spirits of the aristocrat, she had joined the AFW to find like minded individuals and to potentially even get a few good friends and maybe lovers out of it, and she had personally looked at the profile of her debuting opponent and could tell right away that she was very cute, of course that meant in Delilah's mind everything was going to go smoothly, so she didn't bother reading the rest of the profile since it was probably just echoing her always correct predictions anyway.

Delilah had been waiting in the private AFW bedrooms for a while now, she managed to work her way through the private dormitories easily enough and entered the planned area with no real hassle. That was a relief for the french woman, she wasn't exactly bad with directions or anything but it certainly would have been embarrassing if she had gotten lost on the way to the match. The french woman would be wearing her casual clothes which consisted of an oversized shirt and some light grey shorts, perhaps it was a tiny bit too casual since it looked like she had just crawled out of bed, or well at least it would if she hadn't put so much effort into making her hair flow well and look nice for her match tonight. The powerhouse kawaii had considered wearing her usual schoolgirl outfit she wore for matches, but the more she thought about the concept of a bedroom match in general the more she wanted to do something special for it, afterall the match type itself was more intimate and created a more relatable and inviting feeling, it was almost like a date in a way, or at least that's how the french lass saw it.

Delilah would continue to wait patiently for her opponent to arrive, perching herself in the middle of the bed and waiting in a relaxed sitting position and getting more and more excited, eager to get this affair started, which in the aristocrats head would be a sweet mix of a friendly match and a date.

Casual clothes:

RJ strolled into the bedroom in her regular ringwear to see her opponent perched on the bed. She looked her up and down with a superior smirk. "Ready to get humiliated, loser?" She crossed her arms as she approached the bed, then hopped onto the mattress. "Because that's the way this is going to end."

Delilah's peaceful post match relaxation would be cut off suddenly, the french woman almost jumping in place when her opponent for the night suddenly threw the door open and scanned the bedded kawaii before her eyes would settle for glaring at Delilah's face as she broke the momentary silence.

The powerhouse didn't really know how to respond to her opponent's sudden declaration, it would prompt a slight cringe to appear on her face as she figured the match wasn't going to go the way she had wanted it to. Delilah would finally give her retort after RJ hopped onto the mattress. " Don't call me a loser, I've been waiting here for a long time just to see you " Delilah would respond, visibly irritated with her opponent's attitude.

" So cut the jokes alright? lets get around to the fun stuff " Delilah would continue, before walking forward on her knees and waiting for her opponent to do the same. The aristocrat had expected a bit less of a bratty opponent and would still be in somewhat denial that she was going to need to put up with one of those people, so she would generously give RJ a chance to start over and be the flirty but kind wrestler she had hoped such an adorable woman would be.

Of course that was unlikely, but Delilah wasn't exactly someone who was in touch with reality. In her world a bed match could never be anything other than lovely, although by the looks of things her rude and feisty opponent was going to crumble that philosophy.

RJ smirked. "Jokes? Honey, the only joke here is you." She walked towards Delilah on her knees, offering a lock-up. If Delilah accepted, she'd try to power her opponent to the ground and mount her, shoving her crotch in the delusional frenchwoman's face. "Kiss it, and I'll consider letting you up." RJ smirked down at her opponent, and put her hands on her hips in a bratty, superior manner.

Delilah would gently link hands with her opponent, truthfully the french women was pretty strong and usually would have succeeded in a test of strength. However RJ would be far to quick to start pushing against Delilah, earning a surprised yelp from the french women before she was forced onto her back.

Just as Delilah was about to try and take control of the situation she would be mounted by her quick opponent. By the time the slower wrestler attempted to grasp her opponent's arms the bratty wrestler would already be on the move, shoving her crotch right into Delilah's face, slamming her covered sex right into the french kawaii's lips and pressing it against her nose.

"Mfmth" Delilah would weakly, squeal, the noise being muffled from RJ as the french woman's protest would likely only serve to send a pleasurable vibration against the wrestler's crotch. The french woman's face would turn bright red as she could smell her opponent's sweet scent and could see and feel the slightly smaller kawaii's thighs at the side of her face and pressing into her cheeks.

Delilah didn't appreciate her opponent's bratty attitude, but she found herself flustered enough in the smother that she could barely think of anything to do. As much as the french wrestler did want to give her opponent's inviting crotch a quick kiss she didn't want to let herself be humiliated by such a bratty opponent.

Delilah would settle for placing her hands on her opponent's thighs and trying to push them back, it wasn't very likely to succeed but hopefully it at least let the kawaii get some brief gasps for air and made it harder for her opponent to maintain the humiliating front facesit.