Zulime Lafitte vs. Patrice Juilliet

A bed will be placed in the middle of the ring. In order to win the match, one wrestler must win normally, make their opponent cum, and then handcuff them. Other than that, normal rules apply. Loser will become a PoW of the winner.

Zulime was in the dressing room, with a copy of her letter in her hand. She had already read it more than a dozen times, but this time was different. The Riverboat Queen was not trying to make sure that her French grammar was perfect on this go round. Nor was she looking through to ensure that every single word was as insulting as humanly possible like she did that other time. No, she was reading this to give herself motivation. Tonight, there was not going to be a regular match. Hell, there was not even going to be a hentai match. Tonight was going to involve nothing short of an affair of honor, and Zulime knew that she was more than capable of falling through on the litany of threats that she had put in the letter.

She placed the letter facedown on the counter in front of her, and checked herself one more time. Zulime understood that this French fop was all about appearances, and was determined to beat this blonde at her own game. She did her eyelashes herself, and they were nothing short of stunning. Of course, it was not as if her face was going to be getting a lot of the attention. That was part of the plan as well. She stood up, revealing her thick body to no one in particular. The crowd was going to see a lot of it, because her purple lingerie set left very little to the imagination. She opted for a pair of black panty hose that complemented the purple nicely. Shoes seemed a little bit tacky in light of the event.

Turning, she moved towards the door. The Riverboat Queen did not even consider turning back, not even for a split second. She was going to see the night through, come hell or high water. Since the course of the night those few moons ago, she had been preparing herself. Only so many people at the AFW gym would let her practice hentai on them, but that was fine. Zulime had done a fair amount of study on her own. The letter that disappeared behind her had insisted that there would be a hentai component of this match, and Zulime was not going to be timid this evening.

As she walked through the halls, she thought about the last part. The prisoner of war stipulation. It was high time that Patrice learned respect, and Zulime did not mind teaching it to this woman the hard way. Of course, it was not as if they could not share a little bit of fun along the way as well. The thought of it made a wicked grin spread across Zulime's face. Oh yes, tonight was going to end well.

Zulime's music blasted over the loudspeakers, and the Riverboat Queen burst onto the scene. The audience applauded her. She wanted to believe it was because she had won her first few matches without a loss, but part of her recognized they appreciated her for how she looked. Zulime waved to them gracefully as she made her way down to the ring, before hopping up into the squared circle. She walked over to the bed and reclined back on it. The crowd perked up a little bit, as they saw her whole body on display. Zulime just chuckled to herself. Her brown eyes scanned until she found a pair of handcuffs, resting on the top of the turnbuckle. There was one on top of all four corners, now that she really looked. Once again, Zulime chuckled, but this was for her own sake.

I hope this French girl knows what is coming to her, she thought.

So, what did Patrice Juillet know about tonight? Not much, really. She had received a letter though.

That incident at the jazz club? Honestly, Patrice had practically forgotten about it. Turned out, some other person hadn't. One that had been on the rivalling side of an unfortunate altercation. Patrice had gone out that night with zero malicious intention, but a chain of coincidental events had ended her up brawling on the jazz club's dancefloor with a complete stranger. It was an unusual thing to happen for her to say the least, and mostly she just aspired to leave the whole incident behind her.

Apparently, that was not going to happen. According to the letter she had received, not before the two aggressors of that night had settled their score in the AFW arena.

But really, what were the chances of a random pianist at a jazz club actually being a contestant in a wrestling organization? Were musicians usually into the kinds of rough, dirty and sensual fights that took place in AFW? How probable it was that a random chick at a jazz club possessed even the slightest clue on how to actually wrestle? All those chances had to be obviously very low, but still great enough for Patrice to have run into exactly such a person. How unlucky she had been!

Or then again, she could consider herself lucky as well. Patrice had been yearning for getting some action in the AFW arena herself. Getting a chance to show off her skills against Zulime was just good news, right? The Cajun girl had shown intolerable arrogance and obnoxious overconfidence in herself that night, so Patrice had every reason to put her in her place tonight!

But what was bothering the French girl? The stipulations Zulime had laid out in her challenge letter were...shady to say the least. Granted, they were probably nothing that would not have been seen in the AFW arena already before, but they were new things for Patrice. Standard win at first, that was OK. But then there were the amendments of making the opponent cum, the handcuffs, and the POW stipulation... Patrice did not have a crystal clear idea and experience on how to deal with all that.

But then again, she had to just take those as all the more reasons to win tonight! And besides, the stipulations combined could potentially make for a great show... And granted, fun times as well.

By now the French Actress could see her opponent of tonight entering the arena. Or based on the schedule, she had to be the one. What she was actually seeing could not have been farther from how the musician had appeared on the night of the confrontation... Granted, the face looked familiar. But nothing else did. Instead of the sterling dress the pianist had had that night, she was now dressed up in a much more revealing and racy fashion. One that could have gotten her access denied to a jazz club, but well welcomed to a... Well, to a hentai match for instance.

"Thank God I picked the lingerie attire..."

Patrice Juillet - The French Actress:

As her French theme song aired throughout the arena, Patrice started heading towards the ring. And not a bit less gracefully than Zulime had done. If the Cajun girl insisted on supposedly playing the more sophisticated one out of the duo, she would be failing that. Miserably.

Those were at least Patrice's own thoughts. The exact results had to be left on the audience to judge. Frankly, grace was not exactly something that either one of the contestants, or the stipulations of tonight would have been exhaling.

Sliding her body delicately between the ropes inside the ring, Patrice set her sight immediately on the Riverboat Queen reclining on the bed. She proceeded to face her, raising her other knee on the bed while still standing with her other leg. "Bonsoir, mademoiselle. I can see that you're already very eagerly awaiting on the bed. Unfortunately, I have bad news for you. The planned program for tonight has me crushing your body on the mats first, before you'll get to receive the spanking you are apparently desiring for so bad."

There. As long as the French Actress just stuck to the script, she'd be just fine, right?

There she was. Finally, she had emerged. That detestable, loathsome, monstrous whore of a woman had finally shown her face again, and now the game was on. Zulime took great pains to move as gracefully as possible, moving her body so that her back was parallel to the backboard of the bed and her hand was on her chin. All things considered, this woman was quite attractive. That long and slender leg that she had so daintily placed on the bed did garner her attention, but she did the most to pretend it was absolutely nothing to her.

She could not pay attention to that. The words that were spilling out demanded an address, a riposte, and counter-attack. So Zulime began. "Madame, Bonsoir," Zulime waved her hand dismissively, "you will find that a bed ain't an appropriate place for a spankin'. It is place for makin' love, which you will come to know over the course of the evening." The Riverboat Queen sat up. "And I do not find you fit to crush a grape, let alone a queen, so you would do well to keep them petty threats in your head." The Riverboat Queen brushed her hair from her face. "Lest, o' course, you want me to shove them right back down your throat." Zulime was on her knees now, and inched her way towards her opponent.

The Riverboat Queen was careful to show off her body. She was slick, and endowed, and ready. Her large chest preceded her, and heaved up and down as she took great breaths. The crowd was getting into it. They were promised a heaping dose of excitement this evening, and if Zulime knew anything, it was how to put on a show. She knew how they would love it how she swayed her hips, and approached her opponent fearlessly.

"So, madame, you got any more silly things to say, or shall we begin?" She tilted her head to the side, and put her hands on her ample hips. Zulime had said everything that she wanted to say in the letter. The time for words was over. The time for action had come.

Zulime obviously continued sticking to the script with her response. Her verbal reaction was well in line with the events of the night at the jazz club. The arrogance, the demeaning words, and the threats were nothing new anymore. Patrice could just put on her confident and amused smile, conveying the Cajun girl the fact that the effect of her words was extremely close to zero.

But as Patrice was looking at Zulime, she had to note some aspects that had not been part of the script. The most striking one of them was Zulime's appearance. Not only her outfit was completely different from the night before, but the sight of her body brought novel aspects to Patrice's attention too. Her body just looked somehow thicker, stronger, curvier and, admittedly, sexier than the blonde had recalled.

Had she seen her body like this at the jazz club, Patrice would have had absolutely no trouble with believing that she was actually a wrestler. And had she been more pleasant and friendly towards her, Patrice could have considered just letting her show off its capabilities, and how she would have been handling the blonde with it...

Unfortunately, her experiences of Zulime had been anything but friendly and pleasant. They were at war. A war of honor, dignity, strength and skill. Consequently, the only choice Patrice had tonight was to overpower the Cajun girl's body, and defeat her in her own game.

Zulime had approached her already quite much, so Patrice had to inch closer to her opponent too to match her level of fearlessness. By the time Zulime finished talking, the two were already very close to each other. While Zulime was on her knees on the bed, Patrice was still having only her other knee on the cushion, while the other was still sturdily standing on the mat. Thus, the blonde was a bit to the side from the Cajun girl.

Leaning forward towards Zulime's ear, the blonde delivered her response to her question in a deep and gentle tone. "Me? More to say? It doesn't really matter what I have to say. In any case you'll just keep on stubbornly blabbering your own bullshit until you drop..."

But by the time of her last word, Patrice wanted to be locking her arm around Zulime's neck from behind, so that she could then just fall backwards, hoping to force Zulime to fall down from the bed too, with her face impacting the mat in the process. And the blonde was guessing that someone could count that as a DDT...

Zulime's eyes were brown, but they were far from common. They could smile like the prettiest girl on Bourbon Street, and they could show rage like the lowliest street urchin in the Lower Ninth War. Her eyes were the windows to her soul, and she contained multitudes. As she approached the blonde woman, she let her innermost thoughts be known: her desire for honor, her unabashed lust, and her great pride in herself. She had more than a little thickness to her, and she did not mind showing that off to the crowd, and far less to the woman in front of her. As much as she might pretend that she was unaffected by Zulime's biting words, Zulime knew the truth. This woman was intimidated by Zulime.

And Zulime believed that right up until Patrice laid her hands on the Riverboat Queen for the first night since the jazz club. Zulime was still in intimidation mode, despite all of the words she had bandied at the blonde person in front of her, the Riverboat Queen was not quite in the gear to battle. So when Patrice got a hold of her, it was all down hill from there.

Literally.

In a flash, Zulime was dumped on top of her head. She blinked, not quite sure what had just happened. Just a moment ago, she was on the bed, posturing and taunting, and now she was on the mat. Finding that the situation was very much real, Zulime got angry. The move was a good one, even if it was slightly cheap. But it was still the first move of the night, so rising from the move was not exactly difficult. But the force of it made it somewhat less than easy...

Zulime had been eager to get the match going, and Patrice had been happy to fulfill her request. Her way of doing that had probably differed from the one Zulime might have imagined though, but what would a show have been without some surprises? Certainly not the kind that anyone would have cared to be observing for the whole night, which happened to be the length that this show was likely to last tonight.

Of course, the sooner Patrice would defeat Zulime, the better. Another reason to get the match going in the way she did. Her sneaky little DDT succeeded perfectly in driving the Cajun girl's head to the mat, providing the French blonde with the best possible start for the match. And she was sure to capitalize on that.

While Zulime had still been firmly on the bed, Patrice could have sensed her exhaling pride, confidence and determination. All of those were elements the blonde wanted to be beating out of her as soon as possible. The less Zulime would be having faith in her own capabilities, the less her thickness and strength would be an issue...

After their fall, Patrice had been quick to roll around and see what her opponent would be doing. It became obvious that the brunette was determined to get back up again, and the French Actress was at least as determined to prevent her from doing so. The blonde decided to try taking a good hold of Zulime's ankles, while jumping back up onto the bed herself. If her plan worked, she would end up straddling Zulime's shins beneath her, pressing them against the mattress with her legs while pressing the Cajun girl's knees with her hands against the edge of the bed. Zulime's upper body would then still likely be laying on the mat, and that could provide Patrice with an opportunity to say some words while looking down at the Cajun girl from a dominant position.

Zulime was beginning to push herself up when her world shifted. Something had grabbed her ankle, and had placed into onto the bed. The Riverboat Queen was now in a totally indignified position. Usually she liked it when her thick legs and her solid rear were garnering the attention of everyone in the crowd, but that was when she put herself in that position. In her current situation, it was very obvious that the circumstances did not conform to her will. The Riverboat Queen hoped that this would not be a precursor to other activities of the evening.

But she knew that if she wanted the situation to change, she was going to have to make some moves. That was fine. The Riverboat Queen was a proud girl, but she did not mind getting her hands a little bit dirty to make sure that someone else got even dirtier. She pushed herself up a little bit, and tried to move so that she had the perfect range. Long tumbles of her dark hair fell on the sides of her head as she went about her move.

When she had finally felt the right distance, she lashed out. Zulime sent a donkey kick backwards, hoping to catch Patrice right in the jaw, although she was not going to be too picky about where the blow actually landed. Zulime's legs attracted a lot of attention while she was in a dominated position, she was sure, but now this French woman and the rest of the crowd would see what this Cajun girl could do.

Zulime was concentrating. She was not really sure why. It was not like she needed to aim or anything. Still, she needed to focus her power into her leg to knock this bitch back. And that was a good enough reason for her to concentrate, she supposed.

It was clear to Patrice that Zulime's legs were a threat - a fact that made taking control of them an important thing to achieve. And prospects of doing just that seemed to be great, as the blonde's surprise DDT had nailed its target, and the Cajun girl had fallen down beside the bed with a thud. Patrice was obviously the first one back up, and all ready to set her opponent up perfectly for some taunting.

Her plans seemed to go well. She got Zulime's legs on the bed, she got herself in place, she could see a rare view of Zulime's lingerie set, which, by the way, deserved to have its place as number one on Patrice's list of taunts. The Cajun girl's choice of outfit was showy indeed, but definitely more suitable for a night spent somewhere behind closed doors than for a tough wrestling match in front of thousands of people, which she was in fact participating in tonight.

Considering Patrice's own choice of outfit for tonight, there was no doubt that her thoughts were obviously grossly hypocritical. Maybe she was a bit jealous of the Cajun girl's choice of outfit. Maybe.

"So, you think that out- OUCH!!!"

The blonde's words were cut short by Zulime's surprise donkey kick, delivered right to her jaw. Withholding the prospect of some taunting, her dominant position was promptly replaced by a sore jaw. And the said sore jaw was a prompt initiator of anger firing up inside Patrice. Anger, that worked for her to form a quick plan... Even if the Cajun girl had managed to pull her legs away from her kick, she was going to have to get back up again. And when she would be doing that, her body would be greeted by a double kick by the blonde's own legs from the bed.

Well, hoping that she would be getting back up right in front of her, of course...

When Zulime kicked out, she felt the kick colliding with something. The feeling in her feet told her that it was something hard, and some quick deduction told her that Zulime had gotten her right in the jaw. Finally, something to shut that contemptible French woman up. Maybe, if she got really lucky, she would have knocked the woman out right then and there. Zulime did not worry about that. All she focused on was getting up, wheeling around, and showing the blonde woman what a proud daughter of the Mississippi River could do.

Her legs were free, and they thundered to the ground. The Riverboat Queen moved to get up when her movement was suddenly and brutally halted. Two feet slammed into her lower back, causing her to pitch forward. She fell onto her hands and knees. Zulime was a few feet away from the bed now, and had a burning pain in her lower back. That, combined with the dull ache that still ruled her head, meant that she was not sitting pretty. She had to admit to herself that the early stages of the match had not gone the way that she had intended them to.

So Zulime vowed to turn it around, literally. She stood up, and spun on a dime. The Riverboat Queen was now facing her opponent and the bed, and she wasted no time going back at her. Zulime charged forward, covering the space in no time at all. Once she find the right spot, Zulime jumped into the air and extended her shoulder towards the blonde French woman. Like with the kick, she did not particularly care what she hit. As long as she hit something.

The missed chance for some taunting was very regrettable to Patrice. Not only due to the obvious pain in her jaw, but also because she really had wanted an opportunity to say a few words. Or sentences, for that matter... Based on their previous encounter at the jazz club, both of them had clearly the ambition to defeat their opponent not only physically, but verbally as well. And Patrice had no reason to think she would not excel in her attempt at that.

But the unfortunate fact was that they were in a physical fight now. Then again, that was something the French girl could not feel too sour about. Even if there was a bed in it, they were in a wrestling ring anyway, and when she would get Zulime cuffed in her place, there would be plenty of opportunities to deliver whatever taunting she'd please.

Especially, as this little match was starting off very well. As Zulime got up, she was an easy target for Patrice's feet, and the kick brought the Cajun girl on her knees.

"Oh, did you drop? Again? How come, are you drunk? Again?"

Patrice's words worked like magic, as Zulime spun instantly up, charging towards her. Right towards the spot where the blonde's legs were waiting. Again.

It was almost too easy for Patrice to raise her feet to meet the Cajun girl's midsection with another kick as she had jumped up to the air, guaranteeing a hard landing for Zulime. Also, guaranteeing that she did hit something.

So far, this was almost too easy. She could keep on doing this the whole night...