Lucia Lynch Vs Mistress Paige - Standard Match [Hentai permitted]

Match Type: Standard
Extra Stipulation: Hentai moves/hold are permitted.
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or KO

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Theme Music:

Lucia Lynch, The Lone Wolf:

The lights had dimmed, illuminating the arena in a dim red glow. Lucia slipped from the curtains out onto the stage as her music started. She hadn't been in AFW very long, certainly not long enough to workshop a proper entrance yet. She had ideas, fog, better lighting, some nice graphics up on the screen... she'd likely so some crawling on all fours to get blood pumping for those sorts of fans. Right now everything about her save for her intricate attire was bare bones. Still, she was more than capable of bringing up the energy in the room by playing up her look. As she stood out on the ramp she slipped her hands behind her head, shifting her weight from one leg to the other as she struck a seductive posed, lips pursed as she kissed in the general direction of the crowd.

She made her way down the ramp, looking over the live crowd with a fanged grin. The sets were busy, but nothing like this. She dipped to the far end of the ramp, brushing arms with a few people reaching out to her. It seemed a far few people knew who she was as well, people calling out to her by name in the distance.  She jogged the last few steps to the ring, throwing herself under the bottom rope to glide into the ring. Rising up on all fours, she threw her head to the sky, her hair billowing back around her as she howled.

Much to her surprise, the arena began to fill with howls from the audience. She rose to her feet, scanning her eyes out over the howling crowd of strangers. She was thankful for the lighting which hid the faint blush on her cheeks. She couldn't help but find this all incredibly touching. She breathed out a huff, bringing her arms in and out over her chest as she worked out her shoulders. She had to focus. She didn't know what to expect from her opponent, but she didn't think this would be too hard. She was an actress on some crummy kids show after all.

She made her way to the far ropes, leaning back against them. She bobbed gently her eyes narrowed to the stage entryway, waiting for Big Mouth Bethany to show herself. She couldn't help but wonder if the woman had a gimmick. Was she going to buy into the character role as Lucia did? if so she was curious to see what sort of crazy costume she'd come out in.

"Ara Ara Ara~...What have we here~...A Big Bad Wolf terrorizing the lands, Or a mongrel pup in need of some...discipline~..."

Theme Music:

Mistress Paige, The Villainous Seductress:

A booming voice preceded the intimidating, yet somehow simultaneously corny entrance theme blaring over the speakers and filling a decent portion of the audience with an odd sense of nostalgic familiarity. Which should be expected considering it was the exact same orchestral piece Mistress Paige would come strutting out to during one of her hundreds of excessively over the top entrances on her television show, Super Sentai Dairanger. And this particular unveiling would be no different as a foggy smoke would mystify the floor at the top of the ramp before a slow moving elevator platform would raise Mistress Paige upwards with some spiraling spotlights roaming around the arena before centering them on the sneering dominatrix with the microphone in her hand.

"A lone wolf is nothing but a sad little puppy who has lost her way~..."
"So allow me, your Villainous Seductress to act as her salvation this day~..."

Mistress Paige continued her flamboyantly dramatic entrance with a sauntering, alluring, and hipful strut down the ramp. Her villainous outfit being a silken bodysuit that accentuated every bouncing curve of her sumptuous body with black thigh high stockings, boots, and a breastless leotard. Many young adults in the audience suddenly remembering why Mistress Paige was one of their favorite characters from back in their afternoon television watching days. And it had nothing to do with her acting ability or the show's "plot".

"For with but a flick of my whip and a frilly collar around her neck~..."
"I will have this disobedient dog reduced to a sniveling and groveling wreck~..."

At this point in her trek down the ramp, Mistress would have reached the ring and ascended the steel steps until she was on the apron. A intentionally prolonged step taken through the middle and top ramp to allow the cameraman ample time to zoom in and catch the slight wiggle to the dominatrix's posterior before she stepped inside and waltzed to the middle of the ring to lock her deep blue eyes onto Lucia with a slow lick of her upper lip. It was a look that was as close one could get to undressing her with her eyes without forgoing all the subtlety and just start shedding her clothes along with every needlessly excessive leather belt.

"For I am nothing but a terror and a blight~..."
"The name is Mistress Paige~..."
"And you'd best be ready for a fight~..."

Paige accentuated the conclusion of her rhyming and her entrance music with a dramatic pointing of her rose colored whip at Lucia, a sneering smile on her face accompanying the mix of stunned silence and scattered applause from the nostalgia crazed fans of her show...

Lucia's expectations had been thoroughly subverted as she stared on with equal parts awe and horror. What... even was this? Was this all actually elaborate prank? This couldn't be real. She had thought the Mistress was insufferable before, trying to steal a stage she hadn't even wanted to begin with in the lobby. This was something else entirely. She folded her arms, jaw squared as she watched Bethany make her way to the ring... SHE was going to use fog for her entrance. Now it seemed sullied by this woman. Being berated by painful rhythms wasn't helping to improve her mood as her eyes narrowed further each line.

She couldn't wait to lay into this woman and put her to the mat. A brow raised as the woman slipped into the ring and she got a look at her in all her... glory. Her head tilted as the level of confusion wrapped around her was readily apparent. What exactly had she agreed to. This woman was dressed ridiculously. She supposed that was where the Mistress part of her name had come from now... But this was far from the image she had ingrained in her mind when she thought of the whole dominatrix shtick.

Lucia leaned back a bit as if the brightly colored whip a knife poised to stab at her. She blinked, giving Bethany an incredulous look. She slowly raised her hands, giving her the limpest golf clap known to man in heaven or earth with an appropriate dead eyed look. "Greeeeeeeat." She snickered softly, her tone dripping with obvious sarcasm. "Hope you're ready for me to pound you into the ground. On the plus side, nothing I can do to you is going to make you look much worse. Silver lining."

Lucia's oozing sarcasm and mocking round of applause wouldn't be fooling Mistress Paige this day. She could see beneath all of Lucia's stern gazes and dead-panned expressions to know what the lone wolf was truly feeling. Pure...unadulterated...envy. Lucia was obviously jealous of her seductive outfit and flamboyant entrance to the point that she was practically stunned speechless, and how could someone who dresses like a heavy metal castlevania reject not be. This woman was dressed ridiculously. And there was something about all of those pointless belt straps that irked Paige and had her bad fashion sense tingling.

Acquiring the rights to use her old theme song was a hassle in and of itself, but it seemed like it paid off as it gave her a slight, nostalgia infused swell of fan support. Paige then retracted her rosy whip to playfully bob it on her shoulder with a sultry smile to her witty comeback that was noticeably lite on any more rhymes. "Ara~...Maybe I was wrong in labeling you as a no talent hack of an actress. You must have quite the acting chops if you can so convincingly put on such a strong front. It's going to be quite the thrill peeling back that feeble fascade one whip at a time. But that fun will be for later~..."

Paige teasingly licked her upper lip before handing off her whip to the referee who would stare at it awkwardly before placing it at one of the ring posts. The Hentai stipulations allowed anyone use of the whip through some bizarre loophole in AFW's absurdly huge book of rules upon rules when it came to all the different types of kinky matches the league had. But Paige knew better than to lead off with her trademark weapon, the timing had to be juuust right. "Now...let's see if your bite is as big as your bark, wolfie~..." Paige snickered while adopting a grappling stance in anticipation of the bell ring....

Lucia's eyes drifted to the the woman's whip musing to herself over how all in she was going with the whole getup. Unlike Bethany, she had no idea such items were legal in these sorts of situations. To her, this was going to be a standard match. The fact it had the added stipulations that the two of them could cuddle up and play nice didn't interest her all too much. Looking at her now, she supposed that was Paige's hold gimmick. Some super villain sex worker? Very classy. She batted at the whip with the back of her hand, not really feeling the playful nature the other woman radiated. "You have a lot of preconceived notions over what's about to happen here. Check back with me after I kick your head clean off your shoulders, Mistress." She snickered softly. Even sarcastically that didn't sound right coming out from her lips.

She had an overwhelming urge to reach out and strike Bethany when she licked her lips. As far as she knew, that was something she could technically do... but she wasn't about to be a bad sportsman first between the pair of them. She had to hold herself to a higher standard to prove she was better. "Insider info... My bite? It's way... way worse." Lucia's grim tone and serious eyes left nothing unclear about if she was telling the truth or not. At least in her mind. She slowly drew back, staggering her stance. Her arms came up, bent at the elbows, fingers clenching into white knuckled fists.

No sooner had the bell rang than Lucia had dashed in on Paige, bobbing low to the right. There were no post bell handshakes, no wrestling mainstay lockups, not here. She wound up her arm at her elbow, forearm spinning along the joint to build up the start of momentum as she closed in. Stomping a foot in for a solid foundation, her arm fired off like a canon, sending a stiff arcing bolo punch at the underside of Bethany's jaw. If the first thunderous shot landed, she'd follow up with a quick combination. A quick left hook followed by a thrusting boot to hit the woman with a push kick directed just under her sizable bosom, trying to throw her to the floor if she was able to shake her with her fists.

There weren't many compliments that Paige could stomach sending Lucia's way. But one that she would regrettably acknowledge (in her head, not aloud of course) was that at least this scraggly dressed wolf-lady knew how to banter back and forth with a villain’s sinister monologuing. Both the hero and villain needed to have natural chemistry with eachother to put on a five star performance, and Lucia's unwavering seriousness was proving to be a perfect foil to Paige's flamboyant taunting. Paige was actually overjoyed that Lucia had this aura of lone wolf badassery about her...those were the types of heroes who she relished the most seeing humiliated, degraded, and with any luck, on all fours with a collar around their neck and a freshly tanned backside.

Paige couldn't help but snicker at her sensual daydreaming as she adopted her grapplers stance while Lucia went into...a completely different stance. With her bandaged fists clenched and arms bent inward with her legs at a peculiar stance. Paige was a tad perplexed with a raised eyebrow at this unorthodox sight considering that this doesn't seem like any wrestling positioning she had ever seen in her few years of high-school to college grappling. In fact, if she didn't know any better, it almost looked as if Lucia taken some type of brawling stanc-

*DING*

The time for thinking had come to an end with one decisive bell ring. Paige''s reaction times were put to the test as the nimble lonewolf was already juking to the side with angled punch shooting straight to her kisser. Paige was miraculously able to raise her arm to take the full brunt of the searing blow against her bicep, but that only left her open for Lucia's left hook to clock her good. The rattled mistress' head snapped to the side with her own bell having being rung before a thrusting straight kick was plowed right into her soft abdomen and robbed her of both air and equilibrium. She was immediately folded over herself while cradling her midsection with widened eyes and gasping breaths before collapsing down to both knees. Eventually shooting Lucia a flinching grimace after tilting her head up......yep, definitely a brawling stance.

Too slow. She shouldn't have opened with such an obvious tell. The sudo uppercut was a powerhouse blow, but worked best as a finisher rather than an opener. The mistress was a bit quicker than she thought, but not quick enough to mount any real defense... Or the woman couldn't fight. There was that too.

Her first blow sunk deep into Bethany's arm, gratifyingly so. Even not her intended target, hitting something with as much give as her muscle felt good after all that taunting. The next two shots just tied it all together nicely. Her hook cracked against her skull, her knuckles crying out but not enough to deter her assault. Her kick brought the woman down, fittingly enough to her knees.

She smirked down at Bethany smugly, fanning her left hand to work out the pain. "Role reversal? Shouldn't you be the one bringing me to my knees, Missy Paige?" She reached down, giving Bethany's cheek a light teasing smack. This was going to be too easy if this is what she had to expect. Paige was a showman, no real substance.

She reached down to collect the mistress, trying to jerk her partially to her feet while still bent forward. If she was able to make the woman rise , she would hold her close, head tucked down as she would begin thrusting her knee up into her body. The where didn't matter. Stomach, chest, head? She could have it anywhere she wanted.

One probably couldn't tell from looking at Paige, but in a way she was grateful that she only walked away from that deadly combo with just some rattled senses, aching discomfort, and a severe shortness of breath. The throbbing bruise on her arm from where she luckily managed to deflect Lucia's sudo uppercut hurt like all hell, and made Paige ponder if she just missed getting practically kayoed right out of the gate.

Instead Paige would meet Lucia halfway, and that was being down, but not out. Paige having collapsed to her knees from the skull rattling left hook that preceded a stiff gut check straight to her diaphragm. Those blasted Sentai rangers on her TV show never having hit her this hard before, despite her insistence that they not hold back for the sake of keeping the action as real as possible.

Paige snarled from Lucia's cheeky taunting and the actual demeaning smack to her cheek. She wasn't too keen on already being brought to her knees before this mongrel pup who was upstaging her once again...but it was a position not detested for much longer as she was tugged upward and held tightly for a second round of strikes straight to her stomach. The uplifting blow making Paige tremble with a chortled cough before sagging deeper against Lucia with the top of her head pressing up against the wolf woman's scantily covered cleavage.

When she first signed up with the AFW, she had never imaged how  cathartic it would be. She hadn't ever been able to silence a critic like this before. Legal issues came into play, then there was the endless droves of faceless nameless internet goons. Bethany had the great misfortune of embodying them all here tonight.Each thunderous knee that rocked her adversary was a solid release of some pent up frustrations.

She considered briefly challenging some more of her detractors to fights in the ring for the future. She slipped an arm around Bethany, hugging her slumped body close as she threw up a triumphant fist to cheers from the audience. The fanged grin on her face in that moment was priceless.

"Not enough fake kung fu and pyrotechnics for you Missy?" She gripped Bethany by the shoulders, thrusting her arms out to try and shove the woman away from her, hopefully still upright. She's lean her weight onto her back leg, throwing her head back for another howl which was echoed by several people in the crowd. Her arms shook, fists balled as she psyched herself up!

She pivoted on the balls of her feet, stepping in one the other woman who was hopefully wobbling before her. She swiftly spun, body snapping around in a silky smooth heel kick aimed to catch Bethany in the side the head to try and floor the woman in a glorious display of kicking prowess. "Blasting off again!"

Right about now Bethany was wishing that this really was just another day on the set with cameras rolling and the grips holding boom mics overhead. At least than the director would yell "CUT" when one of the talent looked like they needed a break from the action, or if Paige's makeup needed to be tidied up from an errant kick by the white ranger. Mistress could use a little of both after having her face walloped and her gut caved in, but being pummeled by Lucia was taking priority over having her mascara smudged.

Bethany slumped heavily against Lucia in what closely resembled a boxer's clinch. Save for neither of them being boxer's. And Paige not exactly having much choice in the matter seeing as how Lucia was the one holding her close while she pumped up the ravenous fans around them. The righteous hero wailing away into the debauched villain was a simple enough dynamic for the audience to get behind before Paige was abruptly shoved forward to balance herself on her wobbly legs. In her fuzzy daze Paige thought she just imagined hearing Lucia's howling, but she didn't imagine the spinning heel kick smacking her in the temple and twirling her around until her back was to Lucia.

She'd take one step forward...than another...but than just fall flat on her face with her feet bucking up at the knees before settling back down. Her comical pratfall earning equal parts sympathetic groans and chuckling laughs.

"Brrgh...yesss jerrY...its part of the prezentation..."