Mistress Paige Vs Harumi Hazama: A Seductive Sensation!

The referee had only just finished the first count before the vile villainess raised her shoulder, breaking the pin with ease. It was not unexpected, so Harumi didn’t bother acting surprised. The audience seemed excited, loving the dynamic between the Mistress Paige and her heroic adversary. So long as they seemed to be enjoying the bout, Harumi did not mind the pomp and circumstance that went with their performance.

With Paige out of the pin, her eyes like the cloudless skies met Harumi’s emerald orbs. The villains sneer was met only with a dispassionate frown as the feisty villain spoke her complements. The martial artist showed no interest in her praise, knowing her foe was simply trying to distract her. At her foes quick, soft caress, the judoka slapped her hand away, her expression unchanging.

“In the end, I may not be up to you, Mistress. We will see who fate favors in this battle of ours.”

She did not hear whatever it was that Paige mumbled afterwards, her peripheral vision catching movement, something coming in fast!

Mistress Paige was proving to be a far more fearsome a foe then she let on, as the fist that crashed into the velvet soft cheek of Harumi packed an amount of power the martial artist would have never guessed the despicable domme capable of. It was only because of so many years of taking blows that Harumi was not completely sent for a loop, bringing her guard up while sending a palm strike of her own down towards the villain’s mask. Paige’s strike was a surprise, but a hero must not show fear when facing great evil, after all.

Some wrestlers may have normally been offended by their opponent thinking them so little of them that they would attempt to score a pin-fall before fans in attendance could even get settled into their seats. Paige was a bit more even-keeled than that, honestly preferring to be underestimated and to have a few seconds to recuperate over something substantially more painful. Another benefit was that it brought her martial artist adversary up close and personal as their chests heavily pressed together...it was just a shame that Paige had her advances so coldly rebuked when Harumi smacked her hand away.

Paige pouted innocently with pursed lips from her foe's cold-hearted response, as if Harumi was the one acting like the dastardly villain this time around. Although it did provide the perfect distraction to walloping the emerald warrior with a close-fisted strike that briefly deformed her cheek. Harumi responding just as bitterly to that than Paige's sensual touch, a reaction that the villainous Mistress barely managed to guard against with the side of her arm still being in the vicinity of her face. Paige flinched sharply and seethed from the numbing aches cursing through her arm. At least it provided a bit of an adrenalized spark that enabled Paige to reach up, grasp Harumi's wrist, and sharply straighten and extend both of their arms to their side. Enabling Paige to tilt her head up to bring them cheek to cheek, with some soothing words being uttered into Harumi's ear.

"Lucky for me than, that fortune, and fate, favors the bold..." Paige sensually enunciated before slowly and lusciously licking the side of Harumi's face. The despicable domme mewling lewdly from trailing her saliva coated tongue up the side of the martial artist's face, savoring the forbidden taste of her adorably stoic foe before abruptly and strongly shoving Harumi away to attempt rising back to her feet with a mischievous sneer.

The cheek that had taken the cruel villainess’s blow still stung, and no matter how much she tried, Harumi could not ignore the painful throbbing in her face. The domme liked to play a silly, cartoonish villain, but there was still quite a bit of skill hiding underneath that mask and mischievous attitude, enough so that Harumi was going to need to focus a little more on the fight rather than her acting skills.

The palm strike was well trained and effective, but it did not meet its target, instead it smashed into Paige’s defense with a hard impact. Judging by the mistress’s face, it hurt quite a bit, which was a welcome change to the pout the villain had given her earlier. Honestly, Harumi was blown away at how well Paige could stay in character. It was almost creepy that she could take a few good bangs to the head and still come up with some pretty weird, yet villainous stuff to say and do.

A good case in point was Paige’s counter. Like a snake, her arms lashed out and seized the Judoka’s wrist, sharply pulling it to the side and successfully restraining the stoic woman. Try as she might, she could not get her arm free from the woman’s concreate grasp, and was forced to watch as the seductress pulled her face closer and closer…

Harumi turned her head, trying to minimalize contact with the darkness that corrupted Paige, but the domme simply pushed further, until her cheek was resting comfortably on the cheek she had just struck moments before, the hard of steel eyes of the trapped warrior could only glare at the villain’s shoulder as she spoke of fate and fortune.

But then Paige decided to take it a step further.

Harumi’s eyes widened in surprise and horror as she felt something wet drag it’s self across her cheek, leaving a cold trail behind. Paige making disgusting, almost whimpering noises as she did her work before shoving Harumi away hard. The judo girl had little interest of being in close proximity with Paige at the moment, reaching up to feel the cold trail on her cheek, realizing what Paige had just done.

Maybe she did it for the crowd, or maybe she was deep into character, Harumi didn’t care. Acting or not, Paige had gone a step too far, Harumi glaring at her with infuriated eyes as she got back up on her feet, using her sleeve to wipe away the excess saliva.

“You’re truly disgusting.” Was all she said, her tone cutting the thick atmosphere like butter before she launched herself forward like an arrow let loose from its bow. Physical contact was fine, but what Paige did had no place in any sport whatso ever, and Harumi planned on letting her know the only way she knew the villain would understand.

A spinning kick aimed for the head.

Drawing on real-life emotions was always the best way to bring out a peak performance from a fellow thespian. Paige's acting coach saying as much when she was still struggling to cry on command during rehearsal and whenever she was called in to audition for more mainstream acting roles. Paige ended up having to reminisce about her dearly departed cat, Mrs. Butterscotch, when she was eight year's old...or any of the schoolyard bulling she was a victim of during her childhood years as a shy bookworm. She discovered that both of those traumatizing past events tended to get the waterworks flowing should she ever be given the opportunity to audition for a major motion picture...in her head, anyway.

And while she thought Harumi was performing her role as the noble-minded and valiant hero rather adeptly, Paige knew that genuine emotion was where Haru needed to draw from in order to put on a really magnificent showing tonight. And if Paige could indulge herself by satisfying her own carnal desires in the meantime...why, she hardly saw any downsides in making this match more along her speed. The villainous vixen quite literally bringing Harumi down to her depraved level and tasting the bitter sweat of her adorably stoic adversary. Feeling the valiant warrior tense up brought a shiver to Paige's spine before this bitter sweet moment was ended with Mistress promptly making space between them. Her intentions of getting inside the mind of the teal-colored hero being promptly accomplished once she saw the revulsion in Harumi's eyes. The bitterness and hate in Harumi's heart right about now...no number of acting classes were going to bring out a performance like Harumi was now prepared to.

"Mmm~...And you, were truly delicious~..." Paige uttered while stepping up and gliding her fingers along her hips, lusciously licking her lips whilst doing so. "Aww, but why such hostility? I only wanted to kiss your boo-boo and make it all better. I can try again if you like-" Paige's proposal wouldn't be finished before what looked like a green-colored comet came whizzing at her, her half-lidded eyes going wide in shock before barely being able to once again put both arms to defend her face. The spinning kick slamming into her shielding arms and sending the malicious mistress tumbling backward until she found herself cornered against a padded turnbuckle. Paige grimacing while holding the arm that took the brunt of the impact, clearly not in any position to be shielding herself for a while.

Unbelievable. In all the years Harumi had grown up training under her father, the countless matches and spars, the numerous opponents she fought and allies she trained with, nothing like that had ever come close to happening. It wasn’t that Harumi was shy, her outfit could attest to that fact, nor did she never expect something like this to eventually happen. Wrestling was an odd, interesting beast of its own. One moment a competitor could be simply speaking in an interview and in the next have a steel chair ring off their head, it was exciting, unpredictable, and constantly evolving. Those were some of the reasons Harumi had gotten into wrestling.

But this? Right off the bat on her debut? It was a bit too much, too soon. Harumi had been ingrained with the idea that a fighter should always treat their opponent with at least a modicum of respect and dignity. Anything less and it not only reflects bad on you, but the fight as a whole. Sure, Harumi and Paige were acting for the sake of the audiences’ entertainment, but that’s just what it was, acting. Harumi would give it her all in the fight, but licking her face was crossing the line of professionalism. It was something she would never dare to another, especially someone who she just met.

Much of Harumi’s negative feelings went into that spinning kick, and judging by the impact, Paige would certainly feel that kick in the next morning. The sheer force Harumi unintentionally put into the blow had knocked Paige back into a corner. Harumi only took a second to notice Paige gripping her arm before moving in quickly, jumping up high to try and latch her legs around the villain’s neck, then pull her back into a turnbuckle hurricanrana.  

All the while Harumi continued to give Mistress Paige a hard as steel glare, her anger practically radiating off her stoic facial features and swift movements. Every step the Judoka approached had grace yet force behind it. No words were needed. Clearly, she was not done teaching the seductress why she would never accept such a personal gesture in a match. The audience may have thought of it as the hero delivering divine punishment, or simply chuckled at how the match was turning out to be.

One would think Harumi would have been just a tad more grateful for Paige's assistance in helping the emerald-eyed martial artist's acting ability. That kind of in-depth acting tutelage doesn't exactly come cheap, and as a result of it Harumi was now capable of putting on a far more passionate performance than before. Paige, quite frankly, had thought some of Harumi's acting was a bit wooden, and certainly lacked the boiling emotion to back up her words and actions. But after having felt the raw power behind that spinning kick that was sure to leave a bruise in the morning, it was safe to say that Harumi no longer needed any more coaxing or motivation to bring out that righteous fury true heroes needed when facing down the forces of darkness.

In fact...Paige was thinking that she had perhaps given Harumi, a tad too much motivation. It certainly felt that way given the blistering numbness in her left forearm that took the brunt of that thunderous strike, Mistress massaging the point of contact with a wincing glower while hunched over in the corner she barely managed to backpedal into. Luckily for Mistress, she was at least somewhat prepared to counter someone whose main offense so far has been fists and feet seemingly made of iron...all thanks to her first match against her beloved wolfie. Whom Paige would still say has the deadlier strikes, but it was honestly one category she'd rather not be the judge in determining. Paige lifted her head back up and was greeted with the same whizzing green comet dashing straight towards her, the Mistress gasping with widened eyes before feeling the tightened squeeze of her opponent's soft thighs on her cranium.

"Tch...." Paige sucked her teeth in annoyance with both hands clamping onto Harumi's slender legs from now having to suddenly support the Judoka currently seated on her shoulders...at least before she cleanly pitched the nefarious mistress backward to crash land on her spine and backside right in the middle of the ring in a canvas shaking slam. Paige grimaced in pain and rolled over to lay on her front side to help massage her lower lumbar, at some point wearily attempting to shuffle and squirm back to her hands and knees as thousands of fans sang praises for the noble hero's picturesque agility and her pure of heart in the face of evil's sultry temptations.

Speed was a big part of Harumi’s fighting style. She had learned early on in her training that most of the time it does not matter how hard you hit, but how fast you could move. If one was too slow, they could lose precious seconds that could help tip the fight into their favor. Speed was essential for avoiding opponent’s attacks, and the faster one was, the faster they could lock in a hold before their foe can mount a defense. Because of this, Harumi had trained to be as agile as possible, learning to move from one strike to the next much like a dancer goes from one movement to another. It was if everything was choreographed, with Harumi moving from a kick to the post to a hurricanrana as naturally as water flowing through a mountain stream.

And much like water pushing its way through countless rocks upon a mountain, there was little Mistress Paige could to stop her from flipping the villainess onto her back. The villains impact shook the ring, sparking new life in the audience members cheers as Harumi seemed to be beating back the darkness that Paige represented. It seemed the famous actress was right, people loved a battle between the forces of good and evil. It was a tale as old as time after all.

At the moment, Harumi was actually breathing in and out, trying to calm herself down a little bit. Perhaps she went a little overboard? Sure, this was a fight, but still one should respect their opponent, even if Paige’s actions were inexcusable in the stoic woman’s mind. Standing back up and brushing herself off, Harumi assumed a standard judo stance, no longer trying to act along with her counterpart, but simply concentrate on the fight. Her character had been established well enough in her mind, now it was less about theatrics and more about who would win.

Yes, Paige was definitely sensing some genuine hostility from her martial artist adversary. And not what one conjures up in order to add more weight and gravitas to a scene, but the kind that could leave Paige with several more welting bruises should she continue the downward spiral this match was taking. Paige's grappling background and her own experience dealing with overzealous superheroes having prevented her from already taking several probable knockout strikes, but her aching arms couldn't keep tanking through those kind of blows forever. And Paige certainly did not have the agility to dodge them, which left only one other rather painful option.

Harumi simply did not react to her sensual foreplay as Paige would have liked. It's as if this somber and stoic stick in the mud girl had never heard of the concept of "flirtatious fun" in her entire life. It only made Paige pine for the days of her beloved wolfie once more...instead she was here delivering acting lessons and getting flipped overhead for her troubles. Harumi was no fun...an uptight prude that....may have just given her an idea to turn this match around. Mistress Paige rising up to her knees before Harumi while holding the back of her head until her dizzy spell wore off. She than began humbly speaking, hands raised between them to halt the emerald warrior from advancing while keeping her rattled head bowed deeply.

"Wait, Wait...Please stop...you...you were right. I...I sullied our noble competition by taking things too far. I...*sniffle*...had no other choice. You were so clearly the stronger warrior, and in my time of weakness, I resorted to such a cowardly and despicably heinous act. I've brought shame upon both myself, and this hallowed contest between fighters." Paige submissively whimpered with tears beginning to trail down her cheeks, a sniffling wiping of them with her forearm before she meekly shuffled up to her feet. Than extending her right arm for a handshake. "You're noble actions have shown me the folly in my evil ways. Please...*sniff*...allow us to restart this match anew. In honorable combat, with a sign of sportsmanship that demonstrates our mutual respect for eachother~..." Paige cheerfully exclaimed with a wholesome smile and her water eyes still glistening. Her proposal coming off as genuine, honest, heartfelt...

Harumi continued to focus on her breathing, trying her best to calm herself down and bring down her adrenaline levels. Getting too excited could blind her to risks that may be obvious had her mind been clear, and having tasted one of Paige’s punches, Harumi had very little interest from getting hit by the deceptively strong vixen. She needed her mind sharp, Paige had experience but seemed to like to play the showman, something Harumi might be able to use against her if she could think of a way.

The judo hero tensed as her adversary began to rise, the Mistress rubbing the back of her head in a state of confusion. Most might have attacked their opponents, give them little chance to form a comeback or retaliate at all, but Harumi just stood there and waited. She inwardly kicked herself, knowing she was giving up an advantage because of a reason even he thought was silly, but she just could not move. Paige…was on her knees. If she were standing back up, that would be one thing, but she didn’t, she just sat there, until she finally raised he arms in a gesture that meant she wished to talk.

And talk Paige did. She said a whole bunch of sweet things, saying how Harumi was right and that she had taken things a bit too far. The Judoka simply stared at her with her hard eyes, unflinching, unmoving. If she was being honest, Harumi immediately thought of this as a ruse, something to get her in close before Paige got up at tackled her, or something along those lines. Admittedly, she was naïve about a lot of things, but fights were something of a specialty.

Of course, that was before Paige really kicked her acting into high gear, and tears began to stream down her face. Almost immediately, Harumi’s expression softened, and her judo stance became shaky at best. The light red blush on her face more than projected her embarrassment at having made her opponent cry, and she was once again clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

“U-uh…no I just…um…well, so long as you learned from your mistake, then there really is no harm done is there? I…may have over reacted as well. The shame is shared between us, so it’s fine.”

Harumi’s Emerald eyes shot right back towards Mistress Paige as she heard movement, the suddenly apologetic villainess was now standing on her own two feet, and offering a hand towards her with the promise of new beginnings. Harumi looked at the hand, then Paige’s face, still dripping with tears. The crowd outside the ring seemed to shout their opinions. Some said to accept the handshake, others screamed it was a trap.

It very well could be, but still…if Paige is genuine, this could be an important step. Either way, I have to give peace a chance…

With that, Harumi extended her own hand, and clasped Paige with a firm handshake.

“Yes…I suppose…”

...and completely, 100%, fabricated. Who knew that being an accomplished actress of the highest caliber, in her deluded mind anyway, would translate so seamlessly into her newfound wrestling career? In this instance, Paige's aforementioned acting skill of immediately making herself shed tears on command. The waterworks now pouring out as she was seemingly pouring out her heart and soul to the naive emerald hero...it was just a dreadful shame that Mistress' Paige's heart and soul were darker than the blackest void. Paige's college acting coach once commenting that she was exceptionally skilled at over-acting to an unparalleled degree, likening her distinct style to being appropriate to only the most cheesiest of soap operas, telenovelas, and afternoon kids shows. The last suggestion being what made Paige contemplate her first acting gig when they were casting the role of the maniacal seductress.

Paige continuing her Emmy caliber performance onward as she extended her hand, thousands of fans simultaneously sounding off to either warn their hero of the ruse, or encourage her noble ways. Paige herself inwardly knowing she had the trusting warrior duped when she noticed her wavering eyes, blushing cheeks, and adorable response that implied to share blame for the entire scenario. Anyone who was that much of an uptight prude almost always takes people for their word and believes what they say, and Paige's assumption was proved right when she accepted her handshaking invitation. Paige joyfully accepting and reciprocating with an emphatic shake as well, smiling tenderly with sheer elation written on her masked face as she continued shaking...and did not seem to be letting go...

"...*sniff*...For you to forgive a wretched, villainous soul such as mine...your gentle kindness is exceeded only by your insurmountable strength. Maybe you ARE the one to help me mend my despicable ways. But...I just have to know...one small thing....tell me....Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?" Paige's sunny expression darkening as she began getting to her ominously bewitching question, the villainous sparkle in her deep blue eyes and sinister smirk creeping back on her face before abruptly yanking Harumi forward into a gut busting knee strike. Paige intending on leaving the Emerald Warrior utterly breathless before clamping onto her hair to glance up at the sneering dome, before she attempted a walloping uppercut from her closed fist.