Taylor Parrish vs. Devine - Hello, Again

Match Type: Smothering and Scissoring Submission Match
Victory Conditions: Winner can only obtain victory through submission, by using smother moves (breast smother, facesit) or scissors (body scissor, headscissors, et cetera. Best 2 out of 3.



Devine stood in the middle of the ring - the Friction ring, for an odd change of pace, as her theme died down around her. She was dressed for combat, in her hip-hugging denim jeans and her jacket and her red bra, looking fiery against the shining lights. While she’d never wrestled in Tokyo before, the crowd seemed familiar enough with her exploits in Kyoto. They knew who she was, they knew what she did, they knew enough about the Valkyries to know that she wasn’t the textbook definition of a ‘good girl’. Hence the booing and the jeers coming her way.

Devine just ignored it, as she sultrily strutted about the ring. Granted, she typically ignored this sort of thing, but today she ignored it even more than usual. She had much more interesting things to think about than 10,000 plus sweaty Japanese people. Hotter things. Sexier things. Like Taylor Parrish’s thighs, her breasts, her backside, her shimmering hair.

Devine could admit, she was getting a little obsessed. Ever since she’d met Taylor’s company and left it wanting, she’d found herself spending more and more time on the interest with her spare time, checking out her new friend’s videos. She even went to the trouble of buying a good bulk of them instead of just looking at them on streaming sites, again making the uncharacteristic decision of costing herself money.

They’d managed to tide her over for a time, but they were no substitute for the real thing. Just looking at this woman wouldn’t be enough - she had to feel her, had to squeeze her, had to fight her. She’d been tempted to call Taylor and set that, knowing the feisty fatale would accept.

But then she got a better idea. A much better idea.

That idea was this match, of course, and while getting it set up had been a bit of a pain - flirting, lies, and a few overt threats were involved - she’d made it happen. And now she was here to enjoy the fruits of her labor.

With a knowing smile, she sauntered back to her corner and leaned against the turnbuckle, taking a moment steady her heartbeat and calm down. She’d need all the energy she could spare soon enough...

She suspected.

When management had informed Taylor, earlier in the week, that an anonymous wrestler had challenged her, she hadn't known what to think. She had little history with anyone in the company. Another newcomer from Canada, or from her video and session career? Unlikely - those women wouldn't make it at this level of competition.

That limited her suspects, and once they had informed her of the stipulations, the list had narrowed further. A match with only smothers and scissors, best two out of three? Of the people Taylor knew here, only two would have been interested in a match that sounded so much like what might go on in session wrestling. And she suspected - more like hoped - that she knew which one of those two women would set up such an appealing match with her anonymously. A certain beauty who had gotten her number and left her with a peck on the lips, but had thus far kept the blond waiting for a call.

As Taylor stood backstage, arms crossed over her chest, a broad smile warmed her features as she watched that very beauty strut her way to the ring. "Devine...you sly woman." She did want to find herself between Taylor's legs, didn't she? The blonde's anticipation for the match threatened to reach a fever pitch, and she had already been excited.

As her music followed Devine's, Taylor emerged and gave her usual attention to pleasing the crowd, but her blue eyes fixated on the woman awaiting her in the ring. She persisted right up until she strode across the ring towards her, pleasure evident. "You...", she pointed, until her hands lowered to her hips. "...have the most interesting idea of a first date."

”Wait until you see what I have in mind for the second.”

That little retort came out like a reflex, with Devine not needing a second’s thought for it. Likely, it was because she would’ve responded to Taylor in the exact same way, if the situations were reversed, and she found herself coming down the ramp to find the blonde beauty waiting for her. Standing there in that tight one piece, that shimmering hair, those fishnets encasing her thighs...

Oh, Taylor was a vision of sensual beauty, and Devine had enjoyed every second of watching her strut down to the ring. But now she was inside and the referee was getting to place and the festivities were about to begin. Good. She’d been looking forward to this all week.

”Love the outfit. Suits you.” She took a single, sauntering step out of the corner and pulled off her jacket, slowly slipping it over her shoulder to show off her full chest. It wasn’t anything Taylor hadn’t seen before, of course, but they both knew the importance of presentation. ”So, before we get started, I was thinking we could tack on a little extra to this match, raise the stakes some. Interested?”

Kind of a rhetorical question at this point, but Devine loved a good teasing.

"Mmmmm..."

Though she felt anything but disappointment - she was thrilled to the edge of composure, actually - Taylor shook her head as if she did. "I told you I was an impatient woman, Devine. I don't know how many more of these surprises I can wait for without some action." Nevermind that she enjoyed this game it seemed they had played since they first met, what with Devine's teasing - she might like to play the aggressor, for once.

She certainly would in this match. After Devine had arranged something so...intriguing, Taylor didn't consider holding back an option...or a possibility, giving how her senses sang in their expectation of what could, and would, happen in a few moments.

And offering the compliments. Taylor gave her interest a long appraisal as she removed her jacket, showing off those curves once more. Taylor agreed with whoever whistled loudly from the front row. "Same goes for you. Here I thought red was my color." She also wondered if anyone had ever filled out a pair of jeans more enticingly...doubtful.

While Taylor filled her eyes, Devine had to go and tempt her yet again. Always dangling the fruit, wasn't she? Taylor didn't know if she should feel any shame with how badly she wanted to take a bite. "You have to ask?," she returned, with a rhetorical question of her own, as she leaned against the ropes. Taylor herself could propose about a dozen incentives that would appeal - a few of them happened to involve having Devine back at her place for her "reward" after the blonde beat her.

But what she really wanted was Devine's proposition. "Tell me what you're thinking."

Makoto was probably watching this match. She often caught Friction matches - oh, she’d deny it, sure, pretending that she didn’t like the hotter girl-on-girl stuff, but Devine had heard more than a few familiar moans coming from the TV in her room at late night. Privacy was a hard thing to come by when you lived in an apartment with two other women.

So Makoto would see this. And have questions. And likely get involved, and make this whole thing a ton more complicated than it needed to be. Devine realized that, of course. She just didn’t care. The last thing on her mind, as she stood in the ring, ready to roll around with a sexy blonde, was what her boss would think of it all.

The audience was growing understandably restless, wanting to see the two fine fighters go at it, but Devine didn’t let that bother her. There was no rushing this sort of thing.

”Oh, I’m thinking all kinds of things.” She strolled in front of Taylor and gave her a not-so-subtle look over, dropping not-so-subtle hints. ”But I was thinking that the winner gets one wish. The loser has to do one thing - any one thing - that the winner wants.”

Devine held up a single finger, emphasizing the point. ”Into it?”

It sounded like they were of one mind. Looked that way, too, with how eagerly Devine looked her over in return, and Taylor didn't budge. She would give Devine a closer look at all of it when the match started, anyway.

Only on rare occasions had Taylor experienced thorough and genuine erotism before a match, and typically, it was merely because of a titillating set of match rules similar to this one - and only in videos. This time, however, the woman herself had Taylor stirred, beyond the promise of what might happen between them given the stipulations. What a welcome change.

And what a fine idea she had. With the one wish Devine proposed that the loser fulfill for the winner, all those wonderful incentives that filled Taylor's mind could become material - or one of them, specifically. But any single one she chose. A distant smile crossed her features as she considered the possibilities. As if she needed any further motivation...though the idea of having her opponent fulfill her wishes for Taylor did appeal, as well.

Of course, she would never admit to that. Only losers wanted to lose, and Taylor had faith in her own creativity when it came to these wishes.

She smirked, taking a step closer to Devine, nearly brushing chest-to-chest and staring into her unique eyes. "Absolutely." Oh, she could describe for hours what she would do - but she would leave it like that.

Properly interrupting the moment, the ref slipped in to ask if they were ready. "Mmmhmm," Taylor responded, never budging her attentive gaze.

The confidence was what drew Devine in the most, she decided. Oh, sure, Taylor was the textbook definition of a ‘hot babe’, smoking from head to toe, but that alone would’ve only been enough to draw her attention, not enough to keep it.

When Taylor stepped forward, there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in her stride, as she came close to Devine and pressed their breasts together. The two of them were similarly endowed, close enough in height that she wouldn’t be able to tell who was truly taller until they took of their shoes. One of many activities she planned on engaging in after this was through.

Taylor accepted the challenge. Of course. It would’ve been the biggest surprise if she didn’t accept, honestly, and the blonde wasn’t one to disappoint. With that simple word, Devine took a step back and made some space at the referee prepared to start the match.

When the bell rang, Devine was already in stalking mode, casually strutting around the ring. Her steps were slow, deliberate, casual - she didn’t even look at Taylor head on, merely gazing at from the corner of her eye, as if they were two strangers passing in the night. A trap. Bait. She wanted to see how her new companion worked when the initiative was handed to her, and what she would do to close the gap.

Taylor could have remained here all night, staring into the eyes of this woman who had so captured her attention - though, she supposed that would have interfered with the fun of the upcoming match. Regardless, she still felt a touch of disappointment as Devine pulled away from her as the ref slipped aside to call for the bell. Some yearning beyond base desire struck Taylor in Devine's company, especially now that the lovely woman had acted to bring the two of them together when Taylor had begun to worry that she would not, but Taylor did not have the time nor luxury to analyze it at the moment. For now, she needed to merely roll around the ring with the subject of her interest for the next few - hopefully more than a few - minutes.

She could sort out her mind later. For now, the carnal.

The bell rang, and Taylor intently studied Devine as she strode like a hunter on the edge of the ring. Taylor merely stood, hands on her hips, admiring Devine's physicality and unable to resist the faint smile that crossed her features. Irresistible, this one - she seemed to seduce Taylor effortlessly. A few words here, a quick twist of her curvy hips there. All of it screamed come and see, and if you dare, come and touch, and Taylor would obey.

Naturally, that appeared to be what Devine wanted - to lure her in, and strike with that body that looked so inviting. Taylor couldn't bring herself to care that she would spring this trap, however. She had already decided to act the aggressor - time to fulfill the role.

As if shot from a cannon, Taylor took to motion, her boots striking hard against the mat as she dove in towards Devine and went for the spear.

The rules were established. The board was ready. The players were eager. Devine had gone through some real trouble setting up this little game of hers, and now it was time for her to reap the rewards. She and Taylor were going to tear the ring up, and after that...well, the night was young.

While Devine was by no means the most skilled wrestler in Tension or even among the Valkyries, she knew how to play a mindgame when the occasion called for it, and it certainly did, here. She was an all-too tempting target as she strutted about, all but begging Taylor to lash out and tried to take her to the mat. Her blonde, bright, bouncing companion didn’t disappoint her, either.

The woman was fast. That alone wasn’t too much of a surprise - she was lithe and light, with stallion legs. Devine had been expecting her to move quickly, just not that quickly. One moment she was on her feet, the next she was hit with a torpedo in the stomach, taking her down to the floor with Taylor on top.

Not the worst position to be in. Not with legs like theirs.

Devine immediately demonstrated what she meant. Her back had only touched the floor for an instant before her legs shot up and encircled Taylor’s waist, getting a tight grip on them before she started to exert some real pressure. At the same time, she reached up and tried to bring their heads beside each  so, they could have a little ‘private time’ to talk.