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

Lucia's kick landed dead on, following through had never felt this good until now. While Bethany wasn't launched off to the side like the goons on set, she was familiar with the wobbling slow fall too. She tilted her chin cockily, turning her back to the Mistress. Raising a hand high while waiting for the shakey footfalls to stop. She snapped her fingers just before Paige crumpled to the mat with a devilish smirk. And an uproar from the crowd of both cheers and laughter.

The Lone Wolf stole a glance back over her shoulder at her down pretty. In her unintelligible mumbling, not that her normal talking was much better, she assumed the woman was down for the count so preemptively took the time to celebrate. She rushed to the corner turnbuckle, climbing up onto the middle rope to throw a fist. She was met with a chorus of howls from the audience which made her grin wide.

Hopping down from the ropes she made her way over to where Paige lay. She put the toe of her boot to the woman's side, wiggling it underneath her just enough to rolled her onto her back. "Tch. Wasn't even a full moon tonight." Lucia's lips curled into a smirk as she lowered herself down over Bethany's body going for an early pin. She didn't even hook a leg. She just hunched over her prone form like an animal claiming its kill.

It was Paige's penchant for comedic villainy that netted her the villainous role of the cackling Mistress, and it was a role so well-suited for her that her colleagues often complimented her by saying she makes it look so natural to her that she could probably do it in her sleep. Paige just never figured she would have the opportunity to test that theory as she stumbled about in a befuddled haze before face-planting into the canvas with a slight wiggle to her backside.

The swirling cacophony of bells ringing in her noggin and hyped up howling from the audience were about the most tangible sounds she could comprehend as she slowly started coming back to the land of the living. Though once she did start awakening from her slumber she almost immediately wished she had just stayed asleep. The throbbing soreness all over her battered body reminding her of where she was and who she had to thank for it. . She started becoming more and more cognizant, but wisely opted to just stay still and play possum. It was a possum's natural defense mechanism to play dead against ravenous predators so they could leave them alone, wolves being one of them. But apparently Lucia doesn't watch National Geographic...

Paige grumbled and groaned from getting shoved over to lay spread-eagled on the mat, her baby blue eyes only fluttering open when she felt Lucia pounce across her like a ravenous beast over mortally wounded prey. The referee would just hit the two count before a rocketing arm would shoot upward and cause Paige to twist to her side and show she's not dead yet.

It turned out this was going to be a rather uneventful debut. Still, a sweeping quick win like this would certainly do her career wonders. Outside of training sessions, she hadn't ever actually fought an actual competitor, so when Paige folded so easily it had been a bit of a shock. It wasn't unreasonable though. For all Lucia lacked in training, she made up for in raw striking power.

As she looked over Paige, she was already considering gloating out showing a bit of class and forgiving her for past grievances. Perhaps being humbled would do the Mistress good. Each slap on the mat felt good knowing they we're for her. Bethany's sudden surge to lift her arm and twist beneath her brought in a sudden wave of frustration. Where had that come from?

Lucia sat back onto her calves, snickering down at Bethany. "Should have just stayed down." She leaned to the side, untucking one leg to set her boot to the mat. Reaching over Sher grabbed the mistress by her own harness on her costume and hooked a hand under her arm. When she started to rise and yank her opponent up with her, she wasn't going to be face to face with her, but rather at her back.she had seen a few wrestling matches and always wondered why people seemed to always make it easier for their foes to fight back. Terribly inefficient.

"Let's go buttercup. If you want to draw this out, let's draw it out." She's drag Bethany upright for as long as it took, trying to situate herself in a position of power over the woman from behind. If she had gotten her this far without meeting stiff resistance she'd try her hand out with a submission. She had applied it plenty of times before on set, it was standard fare after all.

Her arm extended out past Bethany's head, bending at the elbow as it slipped around her neck to try and pull itself snug under her chin. Her hand would rest firmly in the crook of her other arm's elbow as that rested on Paige's shoulder, tucked back to place a hand on the back of her head to apply force into the choke. In the movies, the struggle was immediate but fleeting... It almost always ended with her snapping the victim's neck as well. While she wasn't fond of the woman by any stretch of the imagination, thankfully she was far less ruthless than the character she portrayed.

Paige would credit her battle-hardened resilience to insisting on doing all of her own stunts when the martial arts fights scene starting to break out with those multi-colored sentai rangers on set. The natural thespian in her not wanting to break the illusion by the audience recognizing the stunt double in the middle of all of the pyrotechnic action. Lucia being an incredibly adept striker had knocked her down, but it was Paige's battle-hardened toughness that kept her form being knocked out.

...the extra fifteen seconds of Lucia's blatant showboating also kind of helped too, but Paige wanted to take all of the credit for managing to break the pin. Lucia's own hubris may have been the defining factor that kept this match going. Which would have been rather appropriate that Lucia's innate penchant for mugging for the camera(and basically just being an actress) may have been what stopped her from getting the early pinfall.

Paige nevertheless unwillingly obeyed the tugging yank on her black leotard and the hooking hand under her arm until she was back up to a groggy standing posture, the rattled dominatrix moaning blitheringly while almost tripping over her crisis-crossed legs until she finally found her sense of balance. Her sagging arms suddenly finding new life when Lucia started intertwining her arms up, around, and behind Paige's hand until the constricting sleeperhold was all but sunk in. Paige starting breathing heavily with her hands pawing at the wolfen girl's arms until her movements start slowing just like in the movies...though unlike the movies, the victim would slowly turn her head to the side as far as she could given she was still locked firmly in the sleeperhold. Lucia no doubt noticing the blushing hue to Paige's smirking face.

"Ara Ara...now how did you know I LLLLLIKE it rough?~~..." Paige said with a whispered and sultry undertone, one of her free hands suddenly shooting behind her to get herself a clawing handful of Lucia's womanhood. A commanding clench as if she was claiming what was hers before she started massaging and rubbing Lucia's sweetspot in all the right places~...

Lucia was riding high at her dominance thus far into their match. Even in sparring sessions she met more resistance than this. She credited it, wrongly, to Bethany just being a terrible fighter. Being caught off guard and groggy didn't play much into it. Perhaps her dislike for the woman lead her to just assume the worst of her abilities. Having an early win would have looked good, just knocking her first real opponent out within seconds. After she had kicked out however, that was shattered. So the lone wolf decided to have a bit more fun with her prey and drag her up and down the ring until she was willing to play dead.

"Try not to black out, I've got more in store for you." The sleeper hold was just a prelude to the coming storm. Cinching the hold in had been easy enough, Paige seemed to not have much fight in her. It felt pretty good having her choked like this, a snug lock against someone actively wanting escape. She embellished a bit, twisting her body to pull Paige from side to side with a fanged smirk. As her captive turned her head enough presumably to look back at her she was red faced and smirking. What gives? Why was she smirking?

Lucia's brow knit tightly, face scrunching in slight annoyance. Apparently she needed to make this hold worse as it seemed Paige was either enjoying it far too much, or actively getting into her head. Both answers she wasn't fond of. She had this soft tone that seemed more in place for a bedroom than the ring, a stark contrast to the loud obnoxious woman she had entered the ring with. A small shiver ran down her spine as she suddenly wanted to get herself away from this woman. She couldn't though, not while she had her hold locked in, she could get plenty of distance from her after she had won.

Her eyes shot wide as the mistress slapped her hand down between her legs, clutching her roughly. She instinctively hopped back slightly, still holding Bethany awkwardly as she was slightly bent forward. The surprise of the woman's hand grasping at her mixed with the small squeeze had been enough to draw a bit of color on her cheeks. She tugged Paige in close again, content to ignore the woman's hand, dismissing it as an act of desperation as she clung on to what she assumed would have been a means of escape. How wrong she... she...

Her body have a sudden shake as Paige's hand slipped up and down along her covered sex. Her firm well worked kneading between her legs seemed to leave Lucia at a loss of not only words but actions. Blinking furiously, she let out a soft ragged exhale into the back of Paige's neck. She should have been torquing her sleeper hold tighter, or shaking her opponent off but she seemingly couldn't make a move. The ever constricting hold she had on Paige had come to a sudden stop, remaining locked in but without a noticeable amount of pressure being exerted. Lucia couldn't believe herself. She knew this was wrong, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to do it. She hated this woman, she had come here to pound her into the dirt, but now she was letting her just grope her? Why?

Being the renowned method actor that she was, or fantasized herself to be in every waking facet of her life, Bethany took it upon herself to do prodigious "research" into the world of dominatrix's, gimp slaves, and how best to flick your wrist when whipping the backside of her prey/customer. It was mere happenstance that she ended up relishing the role of a dominatrix with such lustful zeal, and their sadomasochistic ways. Being pummeled to an inch of unconsciousness...being toyed with and woman-handled with in the stifling sleeperhold. While they did their job of whittling away at Paige and racking up the damage, they were also lighting her fires big time. To the point that she was already in a lusty swoon as she let her magic fingers soothe the savage beast.

"More in store for me, you say?...Mmm, is that a promise?" Paige teased as she masterfully massaged Lucia while quite literally breathing a sigh of relief now that that her airways were unconstrained. The wolf-girl's tightened sleeperhold now melting into nothing more than a snug, cuddling embrace. The warmed over breath trailing down the back of her neck brought a humming purr to her lips. It was the definition of a pleasant surprise that Lucia was being so "receptive" to her gentle touches and circular motions. Paige having her own theories as to why Lucia was already rendered putty in her hands...theories which she wouldn't mind sharing.

"Ara, thanks for easing up on me. You're a sweetheart, but it looks like you spend so much time being the big, bad, scary lone-wolf, you probably don't get too many chances to have fun, do you? Aww, paww wolfie~..." Paige pouted her lips for that last bit of baby talk, though her words her used both to tease and distract Paige from her stealthy and steadily backtracking with Lucia in tow until the wolf-girl had her back to the turnbuckle. Now that she was trapped with nowhere to go, Paige could have her own brand of fun. Which included placing her plump butt against Lucia's crotch for a swishing swaying, gyrating lap dance. Paige adding to the sensual entrapment by taking Lucia's hands down from her neck to force the wolfen girl to cup the dominatrix's perky breasts and coax her into kneading her wriggling tit flesh.

"Mmm~...well, you're in luck. I can be quite the generous master, and I'd be more than happy to provide you with that thrill you've had to deny yourself for so very long~..." Paige sensually cooed with her head still tilted back while affectionately nuzzling her blushing cheeks against Lucia's. Paige's fans were cheering the lewd spectacle unfolding, Lucia's fans were pulling for the leading lady to turn the tables. But deep down they were all unified in their appreciation and gratefulness at being in the audience this day to witness the lewd spectacle unfolding firsthand.

It wasn't a big deal. Paige didn't actually have anything locked in on her, she wasn't doing damage. What was the harm of humoring her? It wasn't as if she couldn't just step away at any time. Just a desperate move from someone on the losing end of things. Nothing to worry about. That was what Lucia was telling herself, as she bit her lip. It had been too hard to ignore the woman's groping touch, now it seemed to hard to pull away. She kept telling herself she would at any moment, but the moment never seemed to come.

"Yeah... That's right..." She huffed softly, her voice laced with a distant tone. She could afford to play a bit loose with Paige. Lucia was in control after all. She had the woman in a headlock after all. It was nice to know, more so in practice, that the woman did have something she was good with, even if it wasn't fighting.

She could feel Bethany pushing herself back into her, so she took small bracing steps backwards each time. Between quietly hanging on her every word and touch, she hadn't seemed to consider where they might be heading. She had hated the woman earlier. Wanted to do everything in her power to shut her up but now that she was speaking in that tone, she found herself wanting to hear more.

Her back pressed up against the turnbuckles, rousing a sudden bout of realization from her. How did they get here? She lifted her head, sleepily glancing around in confusion before Paige backed herself in to grind her rear into her. What was happening? Her arms were easily guided away from Bethany's neck as she was forced to palm the woman's breasts. Cheeks flaring red as she tried to lean back with no place to run to Paige was thriving here, nuzzling up against her. She knew this was wrong, but why did she want it to keep going?

She could feel just about everything of Paige through her ring gear, it didn't leave much to the imagination. She could feel every curve, fingers sinking into her soft bosom with each massage her palms were forced into making. She seemed to only be along for the ride, making no bold moves to participate in her own breakdown. Still, she seemed to play the roll of a willing victim. Was this really so bad?

She twisted and squirmed in a feeble attempt to break herself free as she was worked into the corner. It wasn't as if Paige was even overpowering her, in the traditional sense anyway. Her offer seemed to tempting, so easy to just accept. If it was anywhere near as good as this maybe...

No.

"Get off of me!" Lucia's tugged at her arms to pull them free from Paige's grasp, thrashing against the woman's back. Hands clapping down on the Mistress's shoulders, she made to shove the woman back. If she was able to create enough space between the two of them with her push, a leg would thrust itself out, trying to catch the girl in the back to throw her further away.

Considering that Lucia had just spent the better part of five minutes demonstrating what makes her such a formidable adversary in the ring, namely her pummeling strikes and inherit knack for looking cool while doing it, it only seemed appropriate that Paige had a chance to bring her own combative talents to the forefront. While weaving a sensual tapestry to catch and ensnare her wolfen foe may not have had the same effect as raining endless blows down on Lucia, one couldn't deny that Paige's method proved to be a much more enticing show. Especially to the pre-teen to young adult male demographic...

Every squirming shuffle and panted breath against Paige's neck clued the domme in to the fact that she was pressing all of the right buttons, not to mention the fact that Lucia could have overpowered Paige at any point and continued her ravenous beatdown. Instead she was playing along and seemingly enjoyed being puppeteered into massaging Paige's soft breasts, along with the grinding twerks by her ample backside. Paige smirked lustfully as she could almost feel the stalwart warrior melt in her hands as Lucia started becoming much more receptive to what Paige had plann-

"Huphuphupheyhey!!!" Paige comically stumbled forward thanks from the abrupt shove and stiff boot to her lower back, her arms flailing with widened eyes until she found her center of balance a few feet away. She herself was just as rattled and disappointed by the sudden interruption of their playful fantasy as the crestfallen fans hoping to see more of the same. Paige turned back to Lucia with a sneering smirk and her hands folded against the side of her tilted, blushing head.

"Aww~...Sending mixed signals is a good way to break a women's heart, you know? First you want to hold me closely so we can feel eachother's warmth and get to know eachother a little better...but than you go ahead and just coldly give me the boot. Shame on you~...Still, I can see on that blushing face of yours that you had some fun cuddling up to little old me...*giggle*...But I know how we can spice things up a bit..." Paige folded her hands behind her head as she began an alluring waltz towards Lucia with a sexy sway to her steps...at least until she was within striking distance of Lucia. When Paige would spin in place for an gut-churning kick straight to Lucia's abdomen, preceded by numerous stomps to her belly while Paige clamped onto the top rope to their side.

The moment Bethany was out of her personal space, the real world seemed to take shape again, misspelling the woman's hold over her thoughts. Like coming up for air after choking beneath the waves, it felt fresh to be alone again. The other woman's stumble away had brought a smirk to her face, some measure of satisfaction to be had from sending her off. Lucia wasn't sure of Bethany was hamming it up or just naturally this animated.

She was thankful the woman was just as long winded as their first meeting. It gave her time to recover, to plan. She stood herself up in the corner from her forced lean, wiping her palms off on her bottoms as if having touched Paige had stained her flesh. As she shifted to leave the turnbuckles, she had to stop to adjust her pants. She caught the other woman smirking at her and met her gaze with a glare remembering why she disliked her so much.

As Paige droned on, color was rising in Lucia's cheeks again though it was unclear if it was embarrassment or anger. The lone wolf clenched her fists, arms shaking. "I know something else that will break your heart..." She raised a fist head level, clenching it tightly enough her knuckles popped softly. She was waiting for her to get just a little closer... Did Bethany really think she was going to let her do that again? She seemed to by the sultry way she was strolling towards her.

Suddenly she snapped from the corner, arm swing back as she moved to charge her for with a devistating hook. She hadn't gotten very far, met almost immediately by a charging Paige who dug a heel into her stomach, sending her back into the corner roughly. Before she could recover, the woman was on her again. Instinctively she brought up her guard to protect her face, but that hadn't been the target of the onslaught coming her way.

She grunted as boot after boot found its mark. By the time she had lowered her arms to try and soak some of the damage it was already too late. She was driven down further and further into the corner as Bethany leveraged the top rope and stomped her literally to the floor. By the time the woman was done, Lucia had been dropped down into a sitting position against the bottom ropes.

Paige was actually quite impressed by the ravenous wolf-girl who was no doubt intending to plunge that cocked back fist of hers squarely into Paige's smirking face. The sheer willpower it took to snap herself out of Mistress' kinky entrapment was something to be commended, though Paige wondered if Lucia had the self-control necessary to escape yet another sensual embrace should Paige get another crack at her. For now though, Mistress decided Lucia was far too feisty to be properly tamed just yet. The wolfen actress would just end up scratching, clawing, and stubbornly resisting her if she tried to turn up the heat once again.

So rather than risk having her hand nipped by the savage beast, Paige finally opted go on an offensive barrage and show off a bit of her own striking prowess by stomping a proverbial mudhole into Lucia. Though not quite as powerful or theatrical as what Lucia could bring to the table, they didn't really need to be. Not when Paige's goal was just to keep this overly accessorized hussy cornered, beaten, and softened up until she was nothing more than malleable putty in Paige's hands once more.

"STEAL...MY...SPOT...LIGHT...WILL...YOU!!!" Paige snarled out with each leveraged stomp into Lucia's increasingly tenderized abdomen. It was so very cathartic to finally have a therapeutic avenue to vent her acting frustrations, Paige imagining herself stomping down on the 21-year-old intergalactic empress who replaced her at her old job. That addle-brained tart with the perky tits and ass who couldn't act her out of a paper-

"That's enough!!...1!...2!...3!...4!..."

Paige balked and reluctantly eased up once she finally started noticing the referee's counting beside her. She was well on her towards an anti-climactic disqualification finish before she started backpedaling towards the middle of the ring with a salacious sneer on her face. Still, some opportunities were simply too good to pass up, and what kind of actress would she be if she didn't choose the most crowd pleasing maneuver she could think of? Unneeded justification aside, Paige would take off sprinting once the ref got out of the way before turning place for a full-speed hip attack. One that left Lucia getting uncomfortably acquainted with Paige's plump backside before she once again took a triumphant stroll back towards the middle of the ring.