Chloe Mason vs Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Kick-Off

Match Type: Humiliation Submission
Victory Conditions: Victory by verbal submission. Loser has to worship the winner’s feet in whatever way she desires, for as  long as she wants.


‘The Tension Clause’,

As someone would call it backstage. A little thing well-hidden underneath all the technical legal jargon in the contract that Chloe had signed. For those that don’t tend to read contracts, terms & conditions fully or even at all, it would catch many people off when the time surely comes. Though having handled many contracts back in her old commissioner days, Chloe was the rare person that would read everything in the contract.

Nothing has ever gotten past Chloe, as most would find out.

Though to be perfectly honest, it wasn’t something that really bothered the American beauty that much. The reason being that the American based federation that she was in charge of was a Mixed Wrestling one to begin with. Dealing with a woman was simple enough in the wrestling business. Dealing with the opposite sex on the other hand was a whole different beast entirely. Especially if they were the misogynistic variety, which meant that learning how to defend yourself became a necessity for the job than anything else. While Chloe would hate to admit it, those guys were the catalyst that ignited her love of being in the ring and get out of the office. Chauvinistic pigs tend not to get her appreciation, though she did shown her ‘gratitude’ when she put them in their place…

The Blonde herself never though she would find herself in this again when she joined the ranks of Friction but somehow, things have a way of coming back to Chloe Mason.

So she finds herself back into the intergender business and debuting in Tension. The few that actually watched Friction would know who she is but the rest of the Tension folk would be getting their first look of Chloe Mason as her theme would blast on the speakers and shows herself with the two bodyguards in tow. She was no veteran like some of the Friction veterans that did in fact step into the realm of Tension, women like Belinda Northman, Gwendolyn Du Pont Bettencourt who took on the before then Tension World Champion and recently Valley Doll. So it wasn’t a new thing entirely that a Friction wrestler would cross-promote, something that Chloe found out before, always one to do her research.

Like the latter two names that were mentioned, Chloe was rather picky in terms of who she gets to face. There were a few that she would like to avoid, some more notable than others. And considering Tension, there were a vast number of men that she could pick.  If one would want to make a name for herself in Tension, they would probably target the big names. Chloe went with the other route and was paired up with a part-timer of all people.  Though the part timer in question was quite interesting for Chloe…
With the big and burly men each taking off the tall red pumps off as they were supposed to, a bit of a ritual that Friction fans have come to know too well, Chloe Mason stepped inside the ring. It wasn’t a massive crowd, not many from Tension knew her, but she didn’t mind at all. One way or another, she’ll leave her mark in this league. And probably on her opponent....

Speaking of which, the small blonde moved to her side of the ring, remaining calm and confident as always as her music died down, awaiting for her opponent to show up.

As Dmitri waited in the back, warming up while he waited for Chloe to finish her entrance, he couldn’t help but reflect on the weirdness of this whole situation.

He was an accountant. Numbers, ledgers, taxes, that was his whole thing. He’d only joined up with the AFW because he needed some quick cash a few years ago after he’d lost his job, but he’d managed to get the train of his life back on track since then. So why was he back? Why was he getting in the ring? It wasn’t like Tension even paid its part-timers that well. This match would, at best, cover his lunch money for a week or two, with a little left over for gas. So why do it?

If he was being honest? He liked wrestling women. It was a strange thing to have to come to terms with, but there it was. It wasn’t like he could really deny it. It was the same reason he kept coming back to Alicia, a woman who seemed to enjoy using him as a squeeze toy. Denying that wasn’t healthy.

But, all the same, he wasn’t too keen on losing to them - or so he kept telling himself, anyway. So he was improving. He was getting better. Training more actively. Tonight, he was going to see just how far that training got him.

With Chloe’s music finished, his own began, and he came out shortly after to follow it up. The crowd’s response was tepid and lukewarm at best, smattering of applause and weak cheers, most of it just to support their fellow countryman. Not a big deal in Dmitri’s mind, since he hadn’t done all that much to really earn it. Today was about changing that, though.

He came to the ring and spared a couple of curious glances at the guards before he came rolling his way up inside.to face off with Chloe Mason. He knew precious little of her, and as of right now, he could add three facts to the short list: she was blonde, liked red, and liked going barefoot, it seemed. At least they had the last thing in common. Dmitri wore his traditional Taekwondo gi, white with the green trim, and he loved the way his feet fell on the canvas when he bounced around. Reminded him of his old days in competition.

After taking a quick second to breath deep, he came Chloe’s way and extended his hand, wanting to start this thing off on a friendly note. ”Hey, there. Dmitri Markov Voronov, nice meeting you.”

Despite being the debuter of this match tonight, she did feel quite at home inside the Tension ring. One might say that she has been around the AFW block for quite some time that the blonde has gotten used to it, but for Chloe, there was an air of familiarity with this sort of situation. It was as if she was back where she used to be, even though this is her first time here. Her past experiences have given her this nostalgic feel, the Blonde beauty's mind going back to her old federation. 

Her federation to be excat. 

She could see it. The crowd being a lot more bigger than what was currently in the Kyoto arena, all looking forward for some hot and sexy action. Yes. Even her first time inside the ring, where she had been a lot more nervous than she was now...

Though the trip to nostalgia land would be cut short, as her opponent's music hits the speakers and shows himself to a smattering of applause. She expected much, the crowd in tonight's attendance was hardy record breaking, to say the least. The ones that are there would mostly be the more hardcore fans that came to see more of the repertoire shown from both fighters than the usual showy spectacle from main-card matches. Which is fine by Chloe. That was something she could work with.

Making something of a small circle with her feet as she waits for Dmitri to get inside. She saw his quick glances of the guards, which are always there to make sure she wasn't in too much trouble. However, as always, she would prefer to handle business herself with the accountant. 

Despite the opponent being of the opposite sex, things were still quite the same. Her opponent was bigger, probably stronger. Faster? Perhaps. She recognizes a taekwondo dobok anytime and they tend to be quite the speedy type. She had handled big opponents before, usually pretty often with her size. Chloe had even fought bigger. But that's a story for another time.

Her eyes focused on the hand that is extended to her, followed up with a name from the opponent. Rarely would she offer some showing of good sportsmanship, none of her opponents in the past have really earned her that. Dmitri wasn't rude and doesn't seem to be the cocky type. Maybe there could be an exception...

"Chloe Mason". She simply replied, the trademark haughty smirk rather toned down, accepting the shake like it's a business meeting though she does let go rather quickly afterwards. "The pleasure is mine. I do hope your attire isn't just for show..." Her right leg raises by the knee slowly as she speaks, just so she could gently place the ball of her foot just under the knot of the belt, her pedicured toes lightly tapping on it. "... I'd I be very disappointed and that's not good with me. Wouldn't be so satisfying when I win now, wouldn't it?" And there comes the full smirk.

Dmitri was honestly not sure what to make of Chloe at first glance. Which, he supposed, wasn’t the right way to go about it, anyway, but he felt like that was a safe thing to do in the AFW. Most of the wrestlers weren’t big on subtlety, and he doubted this one would be a big exception.

As they shook hands, he scanned her over, analyzed, guessed, anticipated. She was a businesswoman - not by gimmick, either. An actual business woman with an actual business. He’d been around them enough to recognize the signs. The posture, the way she talked, the way she carried herself, the confidence, the strength. Which meant the bodyguards weren’t for show. Which meant the getup wasn’t for show.

That, by itself, raised some interesting questions, and he doubted he would be getting answers before he could find a way to access Google. For now, though, his mind was mostly on the way she deftly raised her foot and tapped his groin. Not big on subtlety, no. ”I’ll, uh, try not to disappoint.”

He scratched his head as the referee got in between them, moved them back and called for the bell to ring. Go time. No more distractions. Couldn’t let her get to him like that.

The moment the bell rang Dmitri moved into his fighting stance and started bouncing on the heel of his foot, lightly tapping the mat as he started to circle. He wanted to get a good glance at this woman’s style before he comitted on anything serious, understand what she did with those long legs of hers.

Most opponents would have been first met by Chloe’s dismissal and arrogance that had been shown in her past matches. Heck, she wouldn’t have shook the opponent’s hand. For her, only she mattered and fuck everyone else. Though with someone like Dmitri, her approach was a bit…different in a way.

While she still has the massive haughtiness that she carried around with her, there was a different type of confidence shown with her. Of course, she was a businesswoman. There was a way that people from certain positions carried themselves. In that case, those two would probably get on well enough with him being an accountant. Though just the way she looked at him, and the way she deftly raised her foot just to place it below the knot of the belt, she has her own intentions that probably may not fly in a conference room or an office. Then again, this is a ring, not an office.

“Better not.” The referee came in between them, Chloe not losing balance at all as she would gently lower her foot down to the mats. Amused by his expression, she saw she was starting to get to him. Chloe was not new to the whole mind games thing. Just that she hasn’t had the chance to use it up until now.

The bell rang, joining as she got into a stance….well, kind of a stance. Not mirroring his own stance as it looked like a lazy version of a grappling stance. Her arms weren’t up at chest level, moreso slightly under her lovely bust. Despite the hand placement, she would move around him with such practiced ease. Each placement of her foot was deliberate, speeding up, slowing down, and staying light on her feet as she looked to get a gauge on Dmitri and how he moved to confirm her thoughts. It was oh so tempting to just jump right in and start laying on him, but she remained cautious just for now. It was better safe than sorry, here.

Dmitri wouldn’t have to wait as she moved in, her hands suddenly coming up and going in, looking as if she wants to try grappling with a Taekwondo practitioner, although that was only the illusion. Instead, Chloe whipped her foot straight up towards his face with a quick front snap kick the moment she came in range, aiming to hit him right in the jaw with just the ball of her foot.

Army wasn’t the most experienced man in Tension, but he’d been in the league long enough to know when he was being toyed with, having been on the receiving end of that treatment far more times than he cared to count. That was unquestionably the vibe he was getting from Chloe, now, and he could see how it would work on many guys. She was a beautiful woman, slim and svelte, he could tell that even through the billowy outfit she wore. The hair, the eyes, the look, all designed to drive a man - or a woman, if she went Friction bound - crazy. She was definitely having interesting effects below the waist, ones that made him glad his pants were so spacious.

That being said, it wasn’t going to work on him. He was ready for it, this time.

That’s what he told himself, at least.

Either way, he’d be finding out soon enough, as the bell rang and the match came underway. Dmitri thought she might get aggressive and come in hot - she certainly seemed like the type. Instead, she hung back and kept her distance, content to strut her way around the ring. He turned himself into a more serious mirror of her movements, bouncing on his heels as they circled each other, keeping up with as she sped up and slowed down and sped up again. She was getting a feel for him, an obvious ploy, but one that wasn’t foreign to him, either. He could take things from her movements, too, and he stayed on the lookout.

That was probably the main reason why the thing she tried next only almost worked. She’d been moving in for a weak looking grapple, an odd move to go for, only to switch things up at the last second with a snap kick that would’ve made his own teachers proud to see. He was on guard, and even so, his reflexes just barely managed to save him, letting him jerk his head back in time to avoid the blow by scant inches.

Dmitri acted on instinct and responded in kind, bringing his leg up to lash at Chloe with the same kick, aimed at the same place on her face, with the same speed.

It had only been but a very long while that she'd tried mind games, playing and toying with her opponent. It wasn't that Chloe was new to the idea of it all but didn't have a chance to implement that into a match. Now she has it, and would probably use it as much as she could. Though for now, best use it sparingly. She needed to see what this man can do.

She went with the careful approach, there was no need to rush, especially with someone as skilled as Dmitri was. Going in guns blazing would probably meant that she would get hit. Which is something she would like to avoid. Chloe was but just a little girl. 

A little girl that threw a high kick towards the young male, the weak attempt at a lock up merely just to cover up the fact she looks to try and kick a Taekwondo practitioner. It almost worked. Though his reflexes had saved him from having Chloe's foot crack om his jaw. Her outstretched leg barely giving the audience the showing that Dmitri barely dodged that. The American beauty letting her leg down afterwards. Hmmm..this might be fun after all. 

Though it would have been even more fun had she actually hit him. Now she has to contend with the counter attempt, which she had expected as Dmitri threw the same kick. Same place, same speed. Was he trying to match her? Rather surprising to see considering Chloe aimed to match him in terms of kicks. 

Despite her outward appearance, Chloe is more skilled than her appearance may probably let on, stepping promptly to the side, letting her body lean back some just to narrowly avoid the incoming kick but also attempting some form of counter by delivering a side kick aimed at the midriff of Dmitri. Despite not having any ranking that she could be proud of, Chloe was confident in her own ability in hand to hand combat and wanted to see if that work work on the accountant...

Even as Dmitri responded to her kick with one of his own, he couldn’t help but make note of the one she’d sent his way in the first place. It was well delivered, crisp and clean, the kind that you rarely see from any other sources besides years of training. Had she trained in Taekwondo, too? Some other art? She didn’t strike him as the type, but then again, Tension was a league of deceiving looks, and Chloe was definitely making sure he didn’t see more of her than she wanted to.

Dmitri only pondered that question for half a second, as his foot traveled upwards, came to her face...and missed. Predictable.

What came next was less predictable, though. Instead of just moving backwards and resetting, she chose to respond with a counterattack, moving over to his side with a swift step. Dmitri didn't’ panic, think he’d have enough time to correct his posture and avoid whatever she had coming his way. As it turned out, he was wrong.

She didn’t just dodge, but dodged with the minimum amount space necessary, giving her a lot of time to work with. Chloe struck before he could get his leg back down, hitting him in the stomach and knocking him back a few steps, with the wind flying out of his lung.

Knowing how open he’d be, Dmitri tried to cover his retreat by throwing out another wild kick, a roundhouse that was more meant to make Chloe wary of him, less about actually hitting her.

There have been people in the AFW that were quite deceiving in their looks. Tension was one league that had many examples. Even in Friction, with Chloe being one of the many examples there. It wasn't a new thing though Chloe could see how it might have surprised Dmitri when she kicked like that. The American beauty has been trained, her own form showing more polish and refinement than wannabe black belts from McDojos.

Although she wasn't trained through traditional methods, it still shows.

But she knew her stuff. And despite the fact that Chloe has shown toughness before in her past matches, she also knew that she couldn't be taking hits from people bigger than her. Especially males, who tend to have a bit more physical advantages than females. The blonde was no tank and can't afford to absorb them like a heavy sandbag. So it is safe to say that she knows how to dodge an attack too. Chloe has been in the business long to see the many ways one could do so.

With the way she deftly sidestepped, many are beginning to think that it could mean for an exciting match, Chloe showing she could hold her own, especially against a black belt accountant. No time was wasted, she moved, got her leg up, shot her foot right into the stomach, it was simple, short and hard. It makes sense that way. Just start whittling away at them with some good shots before going with the big stuff. Chloe could get behind that. The opportunity to really show off her stuff will come soon. But she can just enjoy striking at the bigger opponent. The kick felt good when it landed and drilled into his stomach. Perhaps even better with a target higher than that...

The strategy meant that she wouldn't be charging in just straight after. Especially earlier in a match like this and with a still fresh opponent. Lest she gets hit by a counter attack. Chloe wasn't dumb and saw the attack thrown at her being used as a means to create space between them, stopping her in her tracks and sliding back some to avoid it.

For now, she would just slide her right leg back behind, a big smirk on her face, being mighty confident, but still being cautious and on the lookout for whatever he would try next.

It was a good way to follow up, in theory. Dmitri was moving back, seemingly on guard, and most opponents would’ve taken that as an open invitation to slide in and deal some quick damage, looking to take him down before he could get his bearings back. A smart strategy, but not without its flaws, and he was experienced enough to take advantage of them.

At least, he would’ve, if Chloe had taken the bait. She didn’t. Instead she hung back with that dainty foot and those lethal legs of hers and that knowing smile on her face. Not the most comforting feeling, and he couldn’t shake the idea that, even though this match had only just started, she was doing an excellent job wrapping him around her well-manicured finger.

Not comforting. He’d seen guys, too many guys, in Tension wind up enthralled by that sort of thing, and he was trying hard not to get added to the statistic.

He hopped back after the kick and resumed his stance, this time with a weary glare and tighter fists. What was her strategy, here? Was she just going to take potshots at him, wither him away? If so, it wasn’t the worst way to go about things, but he was willing to bet that he could take her hits better than the vice versa. He only knew of one way to verify that, though.

Dmitri inched forward, moved closer, than a little closer still, before he lashed out. Not with a kick this time - no, he stepped in and tried to throw out a couple of quick jabs, wanting to see how well she reacted to attacks that came from above the waist.