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

She had been so sure of herself. So in control. What had happened? Lucia had let her guard down not only once, but twice now and she was paying for it. She wasn't really trained for this sort of onslaught. At least she couldn't recall ever being shown a kata for something like this. Her initial response was to just to throw her arms up, which worked at first but as she fell deeper into the corner, the power behind Paige's leverage found her boots hitting their mark with next to no resistance.

Paige was screaming at her, so was someone else? The official. Not at her though, at Bethany. The kicks just wouldn't stop. She couldn't breath, couldn't think. The pain like twisted knots in th pit of her stomach we're agonizing. When the dust had settled, she sat sprawled out in the corner, arms draped along the ropes for support as she groaned softly. She felt like hell, barely able to find the energy to lift her head.

She couldn't help but miss the treatment she had been subjected to prior. Those soft gentle touches and sultry words. This didn't seem like a fair trade off in comparison. Both were somewhat humiliating in their own way... But who could enjoy getting stomped into the dirt? Certainly not her. She tried to stand, her legs wobbling before they gave out and sat her back down. She needed a moment.

She needed to get her head back into the game. The first step to that was keeping her eyes on her actual opponent. Her eyes drifted unsteadily over the ring finding the mistress charging her. Jaw tightening, she instinctively tensed up in the realization she wouldn't be able to stop whatever was about to happen. As Paige whirling around, Lucia's eyes snapped shut bracing for impact. The woman's rear slammed her backwards into the turnbuckle, her face deeply embedded against the woman's cheeks.

She let out a muffled groan into the woman's plump bottom before she had peeled herself away. Lucia's body came forward with it, leaving her awkwardly slumped forward before she slowly drifted to the side. She fell to the canvas with a soft this, barely enough to cause a vibration. Sloppily she crawled far enough from the corner to slide herself under the ropes, dropping to the outside for hopefully a moment of safe recovery.

A little bit of misplaced aggression did wonders for giving Paige's kicking stampede a bit more ferocity and callousness. It was enough prompt a timely intervention by the referee who thought she was acting on Lucia's behalf by stopping Mistress' proverbial mudhole stomping. Though in actuality she made for an effective pin-stripped distraction and cover for Paige's cheeky exclamation point to her cornered assault against the lone wolf. Paige's jaunty stride taken afterward having a hipful sway to each step as if she were promenading down the runway of a high end fashion show.

Finally having a bit of actual offense to her name should quell any doubts as to whether Paige had any place in a wrestling ring, doubts that Lucia herself may have mistakenly adopted while she was pummeling the daylights out of her. Paige dabbled in wrestling for a time and could certainly take a beating and come back asking for more. Defending herself against five multi-colored Sentai rangers was a walk in the park when compared to one lone wolf who had the power in her strikes, but perhaps not the endurance for the long game.

Paige herself turning her head to see the desperate wolf-girl rolling out of the ring, to which the villainous domme would waste little time in re-approaching before stepping through the ropes and hopping down beside the rattled celebrity. A grinding boot pressed against the side of Lucia's face should help keep her in place for what every stereotypical villain normally does at this point....monologue.

"Ara, Ara~...now where do you think you’re off to? I’ve only tried to give you what you want you know. I offer you the thrill of a lifetime, and you coldly rebuke my advances. But as soon as I give you the fight you want...you run and hide with your tail between your legs~...It seems as if this cowardly puppy doesn't know what she wants, does she people?~..." Paige's villainous gloating being directed towards the booing audience at the tail-end of her taunt, her sneering grin growing more wicked as she removed her foot before going down to one knee in front of Lucia. The domme than digging her hand into Lucia's flowing locks to haul her head up just so she could savor the anguish on the wolf girl's face before attempting to slam it against Paige's bent knee.

Lucia hadn't expected the drop to the mats below to be as rough as it was, her palms slipping out from under her when she impacted on her hands and knees. She groaned softly, the strain from lifting herself back up on all fours had been incredibly difficult with the twisting pain wracking her stomach. Her head hung low as she stayed like that, just taking in air with labored breathes. Each swell of her chest only made her lower body ache that much more with the expanse of her lungs. Her fingers curled up along the mats, digging in as she softly began to growl as she took an account of what just happened to her. The woman had slammed her backside into her face... was that even a real wrestling move?! It was of course, though she was none the wiser. Who attacks someone with their butt, really! First she had somehow managed to coax her into... into... feeling her up. Now she was burying her ass in Lucia's face?

Before she had time to really dwell on her misfortunes, Paige had made her way out of the ring unimpeded. The lack of vibration carrying along the foundation they stood on provided her a surprising amount of stealth with the roar of the crowd. Paige's boot came up through her veil of hair, nudging her over onto her back with surprising ease before it ground itself down into her cheek as she squinted up at the woman lording over her. Her hand raised up, fingers wrapping around Bethany's ankle as she monologued wanting nothing more than to shove her fist down this woman's throat. Her first attempt to rise up was met with force as she was shoved back down under the woman's boot, it was clear that interrupting her here and now wasn't an option she would be afforded.

Paige's fingers combed through her long black locks, gathering up enough to easily pull her partly up. She winced, eyes locking on her adversary as imaginary sparks seemed to just fire between them. As the hero of this exchange, it was her duty to defy her nemesis in this moment. face to face, there were few times better than this for bold words. Drawing in a deep breath, her lips parted ever so slightly. She blow outward, pursing her lips to try and spit right in Paige's eye. She was never one for speeches, direct acts of defiance suited her well enough. She hadn't even been given time to savor it though as Bethany yanked her head in, slamming her face into the woman's knee.

"Khhhhh!" She inhaled sharply through her teeth as her face was lit on fire at the bone on bone impact. Her legs kicking out, digging at the mats as she tried to buck herself forward, throwing her weigh up and into Bethany to try and shove her over. If she managed to create the space she needed, most of it would go to waste so she could clutch her face, letting out a muffled scream into her palms. It helped her manage it all, having a solid release for the pain and frustration on one big burst like that. Her fingers slowly parted as she stared through them at her foe, pupils dilated and wild. She was so pissed right now...

Villainy 101 teaches all aspiring despots that simply having the upper-hand over the hero was only phase one of being an effective nemesis. Relishing in your advantage over the forlorn hero was just as essential in chipping away at their heroic spirit and endearing them to the audience watching. Ratings for her T.V. show always spiked on episodes with cliffhanger endings when the hero was going through the "All Is Lost" moment of a typical three act structure. Normally the next episode was when the valiant hero dug deep and overcame the odds due to some last-minute surge in power or a deus ex machina when the writers were feeling lazy. Of course, Paige didn't want this story to end the same way. This time, it was the villain who would reign triumphant and have the last cackling laugh!!!

Paige didn't indeed feel some sparking chemistry when she saw the distraught, grimacing face of the rattled wolf-girl after yanking back on her flowing mane of hair. There was something about seeing someone as prideful as Lucia, someone who oozes such confidence in her own superiority and strength, now having such visceral anguish in her eyes that made Paige's heart swoon several times over. Perhaps no one else could appreciate just how much more beautiful Lucia was when she was in peril like this and gazing defiantly up at Mistress. She hummed sensually through her soft lips as she briefly contemplated applying her loving touch to the downed celebrity once more...but she knew this was the part where the brave warrior says something cheesy or heroic-

*gasp*

...or just spits a gob of saliva right in her face. The disgusted Mistress grunting from being shoved onto her backside after still somehow managing to wallop Lucia's face off of her knee even with the spit in her eye. She was disgusted and mortified from Lucia's low-brow retort, the enraged domme immediately and frantically wiping the spittle off of her face with her forearm before using the nearby ring apron to do the job instead. Lucia was going totally off-script here, and not only was that unprofessional, it was infuriating. Paige than flinging the ring apron off of her face to offer Lucia the same vacant-eyed, virulent, spiteful glare she was shooting back at Paige.

"Gross..." Paige snarled out before shifting back up to a vertical position with her teeth gnashed and fists clenched as she stomped over towards the downed wolf-girl with all manner of hostility to her movements. No longer one for overly-dramatic words, Paige would simply yet viciously reaffirm that clawing grasp on Lucia's hair for an exceptionally violent tugging back up to her feet so that they were eye-level. She wanted to make sure Lucia saw the toothy smirk on her face before rearing her hand back for a catty and degrading bitch slap. One that echoed throughout and earned it's fair share of flinching winces and sympathetic cries with Paige relinquishing her grip on Lucia's hair right before impact.

Lucia's fingers dragged down along her face until they slipped off at her chin. The scream had been cathartic, while it didn't really dull the pain she was feeling better about being made to eat a knee. Paige's reaction may have had something to do with it as well. She had begun the slow steady rise to her feet when the villain rounded on her again. She understood it likely meant she was in trouble, but she found herself rolling her eyes as if to say "this again?". Sure enough, it was that, once again as Paige so graciously helped her the rest of the way up by her hair. She was happy to give her opponent a grin, having to force it though the ache in her abdomen gnawing at her guts. She considered spitting on her again, but wasn't really wanting to have to deal with the violent aggression that would follow. She got a taste of that in the corner, and with how Paige was stomping around it seemed the fun and games, for now, was over. That was fine. She could fight her like this, just another angry woman. No more tricks, just a brawl.

As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, Paige's hand tore across her face like the crack of a whip, snapping her head to the side. Lucia staggered slightly, reaching up to grip her jaw still crooked from the blow, mouth partly open. Head turning slightly, her golden eyes locked themselves on Paige as the two women observed an off phenomenon between the two of them in this tense moment. Silence. Her fingers softly massaged her chin as she closed her mouth. Her nostrils flared for a moment as she drew in a deep breath and possibly something more to keep her nose from running from the slightly numb sensation left from Paige's palm. There was a slowly moving mound on Lucia's cheek as her tongue probed around from inside, making sure she hadn't cut herself on her own teeth.

She was tempted to slap the woman back as hard as she could. Pay her back in her own way, perhaps even drop her to the floor. She couldn't bring herself to do it though. As her jaw stiffened and eyes narrowed, she wanted to rip this woman's head off instead. She surged forward with a shout, lunging at Paige to shoulder tackle the woman, keeping her upright, arms trying to hook around her thighs to hoist her up off the ground and carry her straight into the side of the ring as hard as she could. If she managed to slam her into the apron, she's pull her hands away to let Paige stand again. Taking a step back, giving her room to move, she would attempt to unload a combination of quick punches into Bethany's midsection, using her like a punching bag. If at any point the woman bent down into her, she would lift an arm to shove her back against the apron to resume pummeling her.

One can't always be held accountable for their actions when they're swept up in the moment. Emotions run high...logic and understanding take a backseat to compulsory irrationality...and what seemed like a good idea at the time can suddenly be revealed as one of the biggest mistakes you could ever make. Slapping the taste out of Lucia's mouth was an exceptionally cathartic bit of payback from having the wolf-girl quite literally spitting in her face. And like with any unruly animal in dire need of disciplining, you had to establish dominance with a strong hand and reaffirm your role as the unequivocal master to the lowly mongrel.

Unfortunately, Paige's dog whispering tactic was suddenly not seeming like such a bright idea once she gradually came to the frightening realization over what she had just done. Her sneering snark suddenly degrading to one of unease and wide-eyed panic as Lucia's glare seemed to get more and more bloodthirsty. Her sense of self-preservation compelling her to start slowly backpedaling with her hands innocently raised, a trembling laugh to go along with her sudden need to talk things out like two respectable adults.

"Y-Yah know...I was thinking. How's about we considering sharing the spotlight instead of all this silly fight-" Paige gasped in mid-grovel when she was suddenly hauled off her feet and tackled spine first into the ring apron with a shrill scream. Her arms were slung behind her as she grimaced from the reignited flares of pain all over her body, the domme already in a wobbly posture when Lucia removed her shoulder from Paige's crumpled abdomen. The winded domme glanced up at Lucia and was none too reassured by the look of pure contempt in Lucia's golden eyes. She was overwhelmed with a feeling of dread that was well-justified when Lucia started to pummel and batter her tenderized breadbasket with a relentless flurry of fists. Each strike embedding itself into Paige's stomach as she coughed and spasmed from the merciless pounding. At one point she did indeed shuffle forward and lean against Lucia in grimacing exhaustion only to be shoved right back against the ring apron to resume being Lucia's private punching bag.

Eventually Paige's fight or flight response started kicking into high gear towards the latter when she put all her energy into wearily shoving Lucia back a step or two before spinning in place to roll back into the ring. The typical swell of rallying fan support was now cheering on the beloved actress' resurgence as the evil antagonist began doing what cowardly villains do best. Pathetically retreat from a fair fight once it wasn't going their way. Lucia coughed and grimaced as she started crawling toward the nearest turnbuckle to begin what would be a lethargic and pained attempt at climbing the padded turnbuckle one grasping hand at a time...

Lucia wasn't normally as primal or vicious as her name suggested. Rather leery about the prospects of turning what she viewed as a light fight sport into a full on brawl. Paige had done a good job of manipulating her emotions this match so far, though not in all the ways the woman had likely hoped. The slap heard 'round the arena had been the straw that broke the camel's back.

Bethany got the final battle treatment. Never had someone seen her pound a for so furiously outside of the confrontation with the ultimate evil in the end of one of her movies, or in the case of the first movie where she had only co-starred, a very large henchman that served as her female empowerment piece in the action movie to dispute the claims she was objectified and over sexualized as a character.

She had found a rhythm to her blows, making them all flow naturally as she laid into the villain without an ounce of pity, especially as the forked tongued witch had tried to reason with her. She had become so engrossed with hammering the helpless woman, when she finally shoved the lone wolf it sent her stumbling back and off balanced. She charged back in as Paige made her escape, grabbing her her legs but only succeeding on slapping her plans down on the mat.

Taking one step back, she then threw herself forward to slide under the ropes. Rising to her feel she snarled, stalking after Paige. " Where do you think you are going, huh?" The lone wolf trudged up behind the mistress, reaching down to try and drag the woman up to her feet. She'd plant a palm firmly on the woman's upper back, trying to shove her forward into the turnbuckles as she drew back her arm. Leaning in she tried to slam Paige in the back of the head to a massive forearm strike.

Paige would have thought her cowardly retreating would have answered Lucia's question before it needed to be asked. Anywhere where Lucia wasn't was the only tangible destination Paige had in mind after receiving one hell of a pummeling by the enraged actress who apparently couldn't take a harmless, innocuous, little slap on the cheek without flying off the handle. And after Paige had gone to all the trouble of being the better woman and offering her a humble truce before either one of them could get hurt...though right now one of them was in far more danger of that happening than the other.

Paige's battered frame shivered in pain from the brutal blows to her solar plexus that left her winded and struggling to breathe properly. The throbbing aches and pains in her abdomen flaring up even moreso considering that this wasn't the first time Lucia had targeted her stomach. Paige grimaced and bristled as she began reaching the corner she was meekly crawling to, but without needing to see her, she knew that Lucia was behind her once more by how she suddenly found herself in the shade from the stadium lighting. Mistress feeling genuine, unadulterated fear for the first time in this match as she whimpered from being dragged back up to her feet and shoved into the corner.

She just than thought about mustering up some kind of retaliation before thinking in general became impossible after being cold-cocked right in the back of her head. All of her bells rung in an instant as she slumped her head over the nearby top rope while cradling the point of impact with both her hands. Her mouth was open in wordless agony from the pulsating head-pains that made it hard for her think, speak, or even stand straight on her wobbly legs.

There were a number of mistakes Lucia had made in chasing Paige. In the movies when she stalked through the halls after her fleeing target, it wasn't uncommon for her to casually dispatch goons left and right. It was a terrible habit to have as her focus was honed in so tightly she left herself open for so many things that Paige thankfully hadn't been able to exploit. She had the villain on the ropes, literally. There wasn't a wormhole through space and time for her to jump through here however, there was no real escape.

Her earlier moment of weakness was a sour afterthought, soon enough to be forgotten once she managed to put Paige down. The forearm had been a test as much as it was a softening took, gauging how serious her condition was after being mat into a personal training dummy. The easy in which she battered the woman spoke volumes, the crowd seemed to know things were on the rise for her as well.

There wasn't many wrestling moves she knew, still in training as far as it went with most of this. She had however hand picked a few things she had liked from videos and recommendations to be used as part of her standard in ring set of moves. As Paige lay up against the ropes, she was about to give her a taste of that.

She pressed herself against the woman's back, slipping an arm up under one of Paige's positioning it almost like a full nelson hold, though only in a state of rest. The other arm hooked around across the woman's neck, attempting to grab Paige's opposite arm and drag it back across the woman's own neck to clamp on a cobra clutch. With a hard yank she sought out drag the woman from the ropes, cranking the hold and actively thrashing the woman from side to side as if she was in a death roll to wear her down.

If she had managed to pull her to almost mid ring she would enact all that was left. Planting her boots firmly, she bent at the knees slightly before throwing herself back upward, surging Paige up off the ground, twisting her body to the side slightly as she brought the mistress up, than down to the canvas with a hard, slightly sloppy, cobra clutch slam. If she had managed to ground the woman with her offense, she would drop herself heavily across Paige's chest and hook a leg, pulling it as close as she possibly could to hold the woman in a firm embrace as she went for a pinfall.

Escaping to the secured confines of the backstage area was seeming like a better idea with every second, even if it did mean a count out loss. But apparently Lucia had not the slightest inkling about how a serialized show is supposed to operate between the noble hero and the dastardly villain. At episode's end, the main villain is meant to flee cowardly with their tail between their legs so they could repeat the same formula for next week's episode for at least the first two seasons. The main protagonist is not meant to chase the villain down and continue beating them senseless, regardless of how much more logical sense it makes instead of allowing the intergalactic foe to flee.

Paige wouldn't be admonishing Lucia for going off-script any time soon, not when she was struggling to form a coherent thought in between the pulsating head pains. The brutal beating she was taking making her feel every bit like the unfortunate prey being pounced upon by the ravenous predator. Breathing was becoming a labored chore thanks to her battered abdomen, and her vision was a blurry haze of cheering front-row audience members when she suddenly felt a pair of snaking arms coil around her neck and start tugging her back into the middle of the ring.

Paige unwillingly obeyed being dragged away in the twisting ensnarement of her own arm around her neck, the Domme grimacing and choking out strained breaths before Lucia started ferociously twisting her from side to side. Mistress' legs crossed over eachother in the dizzying and swaying motions that were a humiliating twist to an already effective chokehold, as if the wolf-girl was toying with her victim before putting it out of it's misery. An apt description considering that not one second later Paige was hoisted up with her legs kicking out wildly before impaled onto the back of her head, her buxom frame quivering from the impact before she went motionless for the second pin attempt of the match...

"One!..."

"Two!..."

"Th-"

...and second kickout of the match, albeit with this one coming heart-breakingly close to not happening. And with Paige technically just shrugging over to her side in a delirious, mumbling slump rather than kick her legs out of anything.