Rebecca vs Marc. Humilation match

Humiliation match
Rebecca Nightgale vs Marc Troyand
Win by making your opponent verbally submit.

Rebecca was about to walk to the backstage area after chancing into her wrestling attire which consisted of a black leather thong ,sheer stockings and a black corset which barely contained her assets when a crewmember knocked on the locker room door to present the whip she wanted to bring whit her to the ring. So after she gotten her weapon she would walk backstage and wait their until it was time to make her entrance as she got her signal when These boots are made for walking by Jessica Simpson was being heard coming out of the speakers as she walked onto the ramp as she smirked at the fans.

''Now entering from Paris,France weighting in at 143ibs it Rebecca Nightgale '' was heard as the announcer introduced Rebecca to the fans as the woman from France walked towards the ring.While she walked towards the ring she would wonder about her opponent as she had heard from others that he tried to be a charmer during their bouts.Well if he was stupid enough to waste time trying to seduce her then , Marc could go right ahead as she would have more time to get him on his back and force him to kiss her foot. When she reached the steel steps she climbed into the ring , and turn around as she hangs against the ropes to watch the arrival of the male.

Rebecca:

Marc was really excited for this fight. But not for the usual reasons.

Usually he would stick to his code and not know his opponent before he meets them in the ring. But after some bouts, Marc does tend to be just a little curious and would like to see the exam papers before he takes them. And so he did a little digging and asked his boss to who he was fighting next. Chloe decided to give him a treat, believing he looked good in the past bouts. And since he has been such a great slave secretary, she let him know of his next opponent.

"Awww yeeeeah! Rebecca Nightingale!" Marc has heard about the woman before and had been following the woman for a few years. Marc did had secret thing for female feet so it certainly made sense that she became a bit of a fan. Out of all the models he would follow (and he follows a lot of them) Rebecca was rather special to him. Hey, any woman who was known for choking one model with her feet gets them high up in his list.

"Hmmm...would it be kinda wierd if a wrestler asks anothe wrestler for their autograph? Maybe she wouldn't mind. Hey, the fight itself would be one big autograph for me, eh? Ohhhooooohoooo! Man, I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"

The stage hand soon knocks on the door and tells him he's up. "Alright, Marc! Showtime!" He points to the mirror and gives a smile that would win him a toothpaste advert.

Marc's theme blasts through the speakers before he comes out to the ramp. His attire is a bit different, now donned some latex wrestling briefs but keeping his wrestling boots and red fight tape. Marc thought he'd try out different styles to see what the people would like. No harm in experimenting. And the girls could check out his impressive package and tight butt in those briefs. He has been getting quite the fanbase and have been endearing to most of the audience. Blessed with good looks and a fan friendly style, he has fans of both genders. Girls like him because he's cute. Guys like him because he's a guy. He's got it all. Just not a win against a woman yet. Marc smiles and winks to Rebecca who hangs against the ropes, taking two steps to get a bit closer. There she is. And my god, she was magnificent.

"HOOO BOY! SHE'S HOT!"

He gives a charming an sophisticated smile to Miss Nightingale, his eyes scanning his body. Never would he thought he would meet a model like her. And here she is, in all it's dommish splendor.

"Miss Nightingale..." Marc begins to speak as he gets a little closer, walking slowly towards Rebecca. "...It is an honor for me to be in the ring with you. I have been following your work and I must say,
I am a fan." So far, so good. Marc, the humble Prince Charming that he is winks at his opponent. The people in attendance expected this sort of thing. What they didn't expect is what was to come next.

"And honestly, that part where you choked the fighter during your ring girl career was sooooo hot! I mean, way to go with that! At least he knows not to mess with a ring girl again!"

Surprisingly, he became a bit too excited when meeting the model. And a second pass before he facepalmed himself. Dammit, Marc, you went weird! Now you blew it!" His brain screamed and scolded him before he took a deep breath and composed himself. Sorry about that! I didn't mean to make things weird! Ugh, I'm such a doofus!" He groans, wincing in embarrassment.

Rebecca would watch as her male opponent walked onto the ramp as she had to admit that he was good looking.Still that did not matter as unlike the female fans she was not here too admire her opponent , but rather was here to beat anyone foolish enough to step into the ring with her. So as Marc got closer to the ring the French woman would check him out as she looked for any signs of an injury or weakness that she could explore. That would chance when she noticed the other wrestler would wink at her as she glared back as she had the feeling this male was not taking her serious.

Her opinion however chanced when she was face to face with the other wrestler as the male started to compliment her as she wondered what he was up to. As Marc was acting more like some fanboy then an wrestler as she did not believe this to be an act as nobody was that good an actor. ''Hello their Marc was it.I am sad to say that I know nothing about you besides the fact as you just mentioned that you behave like an doofus at times.Still I don't plan on losing so I just hope you will enjoy experiencing what that female had to endure first hand I appropriate it''replied Rebecca as she would then step back , and do some stretching before the match would begin.

Not going so well now, Marc, was it?

He felt like he blew it when he blurted that out and he could see it on her face. The Perfect Gentleman blew it!

Ok, that might have been an over exaggeration about this. True, he was kinda a fanboy. I mean, he had followed Rebecca Nightingale on social media but he is still here to fight. Still, the Prince Charming look may be lost some, but it did gave him the chance to be him. A doofus who is charming and endearing to the Audience.

"Well I expect no less from you. But believe me when I  I say that you're beautiful and you could fight. I am very much looking forward to this a lot. Just being in the ring with you is awesome already." He takes a few steps back, blowing a kiss to Miss Nightingale. Doing a few stretches before the match, his brain still chastising how much he fucked up there. But he believed he brought it back again. Now it's just waiting for the match to begin.

DING DING!!

The bell rings and Marc comes out, hands raised and starting to circle his opponent. Smiling warmly at the girl, eager to see who makes the first move as he edges closer...and closer...

Rebecca would smirk as she saw the disappointment in her opponent's eyes as she ruined his plan as she prepared herself for the match that was to come. Still that lasted for a few seconds as Marc would then say something as she was surprised by all these compliments as she felt she was talking to a fan more then a wrestler as she wished the male would just act serious. Soon enough the bell would ring as she got into a wrestling stance as she brought her arms in front of her as she replied ''thanks for the compliment.Still I wish I could say something similar about you , but I sadly know nothing about you so it seems you got to prove your worth as an wrestler to me in the ring'' as the French woman was looking for an opening.

"Well I like to believe you'd love to get to know me better." Marc winked at Rebecca as they both circle around the ring. He does like that there is a chance for Rebecca to say more things. Nice things hopefully and not something bad. Marc's gonna have to try his best to win the heart of this lady. Although he doesn't mind the challenge.

Marc initially went for a wrestling stance but soon though that he is probably not gonna do well that way. After a few matches which were mostly wrestling based, he never got to throw a punch. This might change things as he straightened up and go into somewhat of a southpaw stance before trying to fire a quick jab at her cheek. Not much power in that one, he wasn't trying to hurt her and he wanted to see Rebecca's abilities.

''Now is not the time to be flirting''thought the former foot model as she circled around her opponent as she was surprised to see the male do the same. After a few seconds of waiting to see if Marc would make the first move the French woman was not to surprised when the other wrestler got into another stance as she had to step to the left to avoid a jab aimed at her cheek.

''Seems you got some skill at throwing a jab , but you know that for those to be effective you got to hit me right''taunts Rebecca as she would jump backwards.After landing on the canvas she would shift her weight as she went for a kick to the male's side as she hoped to test Marc's reflexes.

Not that he was trying to but a part of him was kinda relieved the jab missed. Apart from the fact that she is quite skilled, Marc didn't have to hit her and ruin such a lovely face.

"Well you did well to avoid that one. You are definitely as skilled as they say." Not irritated at all considering Rebecca taunted him. If she was planning on riling him up, it's probably not gonna work on him.

As she jumped back, she soon shifts her weight to send a kick towards the perfect gentleman. Wrestling he haven't a clue with what to do. Strikes though, he does. Plus he has to show that he's trying some to the crowd and the other ladies. Honestly, he wouldn't have tried to but he might as well.

With her foot coming towards him, Marc lowers his arm, elbow pointing down and his arm next to his side to take the kick on his arm. "Ngh!" Grunting, he felt that one for sure as the impact rippled his bicep and forearm. Stepping to the side, knowing that one stings some as he goes for another attack, his other fist firing for a low straight jab to tag Rebecca's belly. Again, not much power in that one.

Rebecca was wondering if she was facing an idiot or if the male was really a fanboy as she never thought an opponent would be happy that he had missed. Soon after she would get complimented for avoid the jab as she would lash out with the kick to his side as she hoped it would connect. The kick would find it mark , but not the side she was aiming for as she hit him on the arm as he moved to block the incoming kick. Even with the kick being blocked she at least got the male to grunt in pain as she pulled her leg back as she planned to go for another kick.

That would have to wait however as she had to avoid the jab send to her stomach as she tried to grasp the arm.If that worked she would try to keep the arm in her grasp as she went for a kick to his knee as she hoped to make him less mobile by going for his legs.

No harm in giving praise when needed.

Doesn't seem like Rebecca is having any of it though. Seems like the type to just fight. But with enough persistence, she'll come to like it. Who doesn't like compliments?

So far, both haven't got a clean hit on their opponent, although Marc is feeling the sting from the kick. Marc is quick to attempt a counter from that attack as he fires his fist low. It almost succeeded, until Rebecca caught his fist and grasped the arm. No matter, he would try to pull his arm back and then try another punch with his other fist. That is if the kick to the knee hadn't come before he would do so.

"Ahh!" Letting out a pained yelp as his legs buckled, a shot to the knee certainly isn't favorable. That one hurt. As if a baseball bat struck against it. He couldn't keep standing and fell onto one knee, his arm still in the former model's grasp.