Mistress Paige Vs Harumi Hazama: A Seductive Sensation!

Well, this turned out to be welcomed shock. Harumi did not know what to expect from her debut match, but the last thing she expected was reforming a villain in anyway. Mistress Paige was an interesting character, and Harumi still couldn’t say she knew her that well, but if she was actually willing to make a change in her life and try to do better then Harumi would be there to help her every step of the way. Maybe through time the two could even be friends, though the Judo girl really wasn’t sure she could keep up with the domme’s zany personality nor her over the top theatrics. Of course, the first step to changing her was to trust her…

Despite many of the crowd’s warnings, that is exactly what the teal warrior decided to do. She took Paige’s hand and shook it, putting faith in the fact that the villain could turn over a new leaf. Paige seemed elated at Harumi’s acceptance of her olive branch, smiling like Harumi had never seen anyone smile before…perhaps maybe a little ominous. The judo girl was willing to chalk it up to years of playing the bad guy, but another red flag raised in her head when Paige did not want to seem to let go of the handshake. Harumi had purposefully slowed her arm down as a subtle way to break the gesture off, but Paige either did not notice or care.

Harumi’s face hardened as she realized what was happening, and by the time Paige sked her question, Harumi was back to her cold, stoic state of mind. The movie reference bounced right off of her, and she simply tilted her head, apparently confused at such an odd question and why it was brought up now of all times. In the end, it was just a weird question that was likely meant to set up what happened next. Paige once again fooled Harumi, and she would pay the price for trusting such a deceitful villain.  

Paige tugged on her suddenly, knocking Harumi off balance and making her exposed belly an easy target. The knee that smashed into her abs may as well have been a battering ram for all the power that was behind it, pushing the air out of her lungs with enough force that Harumi made an involuntary grunt. Her one free arm instinctively went to protect her stomach as her brain desperately told her lungs to get more oxygen in her body as soon as possible, but the villain was not done yet. She had only just started her little game. Harumi realized that as soon as the antagonistic mistress grabbed a handful of the judoka’s hair, the domme forcing the hero’s face up so that her cold, merciless stare could observe the pained, yet angry expression on her victim’s face. As if to add insult to injury, Paige ended up smashing Harumi’s jaw with one heck of an uppercut, sending Harumi smashing into the mat with enough force to shake the ring.

It would be a moment before Harumi even moved, rolling onto her side and glaring up at the seductress.

“A trick?” she said through her panting, “I guess I should have seen that coming. Who would have thought? Mistress Paige, Brilliant but Lazy…”

She had taken some nasty blows, but already she was starting to stand back up, not yet ready to back down against such a fiery force of evil. If Paige was going to play dirty, fine. Harumi refused to stoop to that level, and she would just have to beat Paige and all of her dirty little tricks.

Of course, she would need to get on her feet for that.

Paige found that in her many year's playing the most diabolical fiend on children's television, that the more noble-minded and righteously law abiding a hero was...the more susceptible they were to deception and blatant hoodwinking. Someone of such high morals always believing in the inherent good of mankind, and whose actions were therefore easy to predict for the most deceitful of villains. Those brand of suckers,...er, "heroes" always proving to be the perfect patsy to puppeteer towards Paige's own evil ambitions. Such as giving the stalwart hero the choice between chasing down her and her motley crew of monstrous misfits, or saving the runaway school bus full of children from careening off the suddenly appearing cliff-side. Many a cackling getaway was made with that tried and true method of villainous debauchery.

"...trick? More like virtuoso performance, my dear. There was nothing lazy about it. Did you notice how I got myself shedding tears in the blink of an eye? That right there, is the mark of true acting poetry~..." Paige remarked while sneering down at the winded emerald hero, wiping away her fake tears with callous indifference as the crowd around booed her cowardly rouse. Mistress Paige was not one to brag, but she could summon a fair bit of strength behind her blows when needed. Well-toned muscle was hidden beneath all of those lovely curves of hers, and she summoned every bit of strength into her stomach-caving knee strike and accompanying uppercut. Although she would much rather prefer to sensually enrapture her heroic foes, not every hero reacted so submissively to her corrupting touch as her last opponent. So for now, Mistress would give Harumi the brawling fight she wanted, but only after cheating to gain an advantage of course~...

"Oh, don't be so disappointed. I was truly touched by your offer of friendship, you know." Paige uttered while strutting behind Harumi as the emerald warrior attempted to rise upward. The villainous domme offering to aid Harumi's ascension by reaching down to wrap her arms around her waist once she had gotten to her hands and knees. "Mmm~...it really warmed your Mistress' heart, and made me all warm and mushy inside~..." Paige sultrily whispered tantalizingly close into Harumi's ear after hugging her tightly and tugging her back to her feet, rubbing her sumptuous chest against her back as they shared each-other's body warmth. All before hoisting her as high into the air as she could manage, though Harumi's landing would be what she needs to be worried about. Considering that Mistress was intending to deliver a tailbone shattering release Atomic Drop straight to that cute backside of hers~...

Harumi ignored the vile taunts Mistress Paige rained down onto her form, trying her best to fight through the splitting pain the ripped through her stomach and jaw and stand right back up. Paige seemed so cocky, so arrogant after pulling at her foes heart strings and playing on their emotions just to get a cheap shot in and then kick them while they were down. It was truly a villainous act and one that Harumi, despite seeing dirty tricks in fights before, chose to stumble right into. Paige may have thought she was clever, using tears to lower someone’s guard, but in the emeralds warriors’ eyes she was a cowardly woman who was too scared to open up her real feelings towards others. Harumi’s offer of friendship was indeed genuine, something pure and hard to make in front of such a large crowd, but to Paige it was all a game, and what they had discussed amounted to nothing.

Harumi had to force herself up, fight through and endure the suffering Mistress Paige had inflicted upon her, just to show the woman that such a horrendous trick would not work long against one with an iron will and strong morals. It hurt as Harumi straightened her spine, the blow to the gut sent pain deep within her body and making it feel as if she had been stabbed.

But Harumi had taken her eyes off of the Heel for too long. She felt the Paige’s arms wrap tightly around her waist and pull her closer to the seductress. Harumi scowled as Paige whispered in her ear, causing the judoka to pull her head as far away from Paige as possible, all while trying to break the domme’s hold from around her waist. Harumi tugged and pulled, but it was no use! The villain’s fingers were like chains and were unbreakable without a tool.

“Let go…of…me!”

Despite her struggles, there was no escaping the villain’s clutches. She was quickly lifted up into the air, the hero herself letting out a slight gasp of surprise before the world fell down on her. The move, from what Harumi could recall, was called the “Atomic Drop”, which was a fitting name considering it was like a grenade had just went off right on her lower back. Pain filled the air in the form of a shrill scream coming from the emerald warrior herself. Once again, she found herself on the floor, but the pain was so much worse than the blows from before. One hand tried its best to massage the stabbing, burning pain that was pulsing in her tail bone while the other frantically gripped the rings floor. She clamped her teeth shut, grimacing in pain but holding her tongue as best as she could. No matter what, she could not scream anymore. She could give her foe no more satisfaction, else others may follow her dark path and corrupt the sport she held so dear.

So long as she had breath in her lungs, and a will to go on, she would not falter to the dark shadow of temptation. Even if Paige was lost in her ways, Harumi had to try and reach her. Anyone, even the dark seductress, deserved a chance at redemption.

Somewhere deep within the cavernous, darkened expanse of Mistress Paige malicious heart, the minuscule part of her that was once still a good-hearted person did indeed acknowledge the emerald warrior's sincere offer of companionship. The sinister dominatrix's horrendously heart-breaking backstory being a four part mini-series on her super-hero sentai show that ardent fans insist is some of the show's best work. Entailing the story of a humble teacher/aspiring business woman having her soul torn asunder by tragic circumstances, unrequited love, and a precipitous fall after being shoved through a window on the thirtieth floor of an office building on Christmas Eve. To name just a few of the sappy story elements detailing the compelling origin story of Mistress Paige before her soul was forever tainted by the corrupting influence of Overlord Zed~...but as to whether Harumi could miraculously find the flickering spark of goodness left in her heart...was a tale yet be concluded.

For now, Paige was having too much of a delightful time enacting vengeance upon the noble-minded warrior by whispering seductive suggestions in her ear before bringing the hammer down. In this instance, by bringing Harumi back down to the canvas after slamming her rump down upon her waiting bent knee...showcasing Paige's substantial strength once more from how high she had managed to hoist the emerald warrior. Hearing such deliciously agonizing screams of pain from the judoka positively sent shivers down Paige's spine after releasing Harumi to languish before her. The villainous domme licking her lips through her sinful smirk as she stood up once more and began approaching the frazzled hero, now deriving just as much delight from inflicting pain upon the noble warrior than had she been sensually enrapturing her adversary. Still....why not do both?

"Misery, Misery, Misery...that's what you've chosen~..." Mistress nonchalantly uttered while waltzing beside her writhing adversary, allowing her cerulean-eyes to appreciate Harumi's delectable curves before stepping over her to now be facing the judoka's legs. She continued her, perhaps familiar, villainous monologuing as she dropped herself down to now straddle Harumi's lower spine with Paige's knees bent at the side. "I offer you a chance to embrace the darkness in your heart, and service your supreme Mistress while experiencing pleasures you've never dreamed of..." Paige lusciously enunciated while allowing her bewitching hands to gently knead and massage the firm yet plump backside of the stoic martial artist, a soft purring of her lips as her fingers began trailing towards Harumi's inner thighs...before her chipper expression glowered and hands stopped themselves, than shooting forward to tug back Harumi's right ankle under her armpit for a single-leg Boston Crab. "...and you spat in my face!!!!"

Get up! Stand! You have to get up if you want to have any chance at defeating her!

The teal hero was in the worst possible position any person or could be in: near helpless with her back exposed to the enemy. If she lay as she did for much longer, then she was practically begging to be finished. The villainous Paige would do whatever she wanted to her, and the hero would be unable to stop her. She had to move, to stand back up and continue the battle the was raging in the ring at this very moment. The crowd seemed to be on her side, cheering her on while tossing all sorts of admittedly childish jeers at the action-show antagonist. She tried to use the crowd to motivate her to get back up despite the stabbing pain in her lower back. She successfully removed her hand from protecting where her tailbone met Paige’s knee, and began to rise up! Pushing with her arms and slowly rising from the floor as Paige monologued. The crowd grew louder, seeing that the hero may rise after all…

But the dark moonlight that was Paige would not allow such a thing. Instead, the seductress moved over Harumi and then dropped down on her, the sudden weight driving the hero back down to the floor while making a fine cushion for the Mistress. The sudden weight on her back actually made Harumi’s lower back emit a loud, sickly “Crack pop” as her spine was suddenly adjusted, loosening some of the tension the atomic drop has wrought. Of course, the villainous vixen always had a dastardly plan in mind, playing more mind games as she began to massage the Harumi’s generous backside. The hero was helpless to stop it, anything she did now could cause Paige to realize that pain was a better sedative then pleasure. That did not mean the hero enjoyed what was happening to her. The judoka’s face grew so red it could be seen even in the very back rows of the audience, and her steely gaze was focused square on the floor as Paige’s fingers crawled like spiders down the inside of her thighs. It was humiliating beyond belief, and it took all the focus Harumi had left to target one of the ropes and plan her next move.

That was until Paige suddenly turned from sweet to sour, her face dropping any hint of kindness as she reached over and grasped Harumi’s right ankle in the strong grip the judoka was becoming more and more familiar with. It was clear what Paige was up to the minute the teal hero felt her ankle grasp, and she clamped her jaw shut to keep from screaming. It worked, mostly.

“Ghk!”

Normally, the single Boston Crab would not have been too bad, but paired with her damaged lower back it made for a nice follow-up attack on Paige’s part, like hitting an enemy’s critical spot in a game. Harumi tried to ignore the pain and focus on the rope that seemed so far away. She needed to get closer, and the only way to do that would be to crawl over to them, something she doubted Paige would allow unless otherwise preoccupied. Of course, the villain’s attention seemed to be taken up by the task of pulling Harumi’s right legs back further than it was supposed to.

“Y-You? Who play with other people’s emotions like they were nothing more then toys now act as if you have been betrayed?” Harumi sent a defiant glare over her shoulder, as if looking to pierce Paige’s backside and stare right into he blackened heart, “ I know that if I chose to walk the same path as you there would be nothing but misery waiting for me at the end, and deep down I think you know that…I won’t ever join your dark cause, nor partake in your dark deeds! I won’t submit to you!”

With new found determination, Harumi began to claw tooth and nail, using her one available leg to help push her towards the ropes that seemed to just be out of the teal hero’s reach. She pushed closer and closer, despite the searing pain in her right leg, the joint in her hips felt as if it was going to burst at any moment, but still she pushed on until she could reach out her hand… closer…closer, her middle finger just about to grasp the rope, and…

Crafty and conniving in her planning, and manipulatively seducing in her actions...was the phrase coined by the Crimson Ranger when providing a detailed dossier of their rogue gallery to his fellow spandex-clad warrior's. In particular when referring to the bewitching dominatrix employed by the diabolical Overlord Zed in his never-ending campaign to conquer and enslave the summery beach town of Angel Cove, and soon after that...the world. Paige herself demonstrating those specific traits as she toyed with the emerald hero's mind by sensually caressing her curvaceous backside before allowing her roaming fingers to trail towards her inner thigh in prelude of what could be soon to come...all before pulling the proverbial rug out from under Harumi and revealing her malicious intentions. Mistress Paige noticing the chink in Harumi's armor in the form of her tender lower spine, and promptly capitalizing on the teal warrior's weakness. Although Paige would have preferred to continue to lovingly roam the curvaceous softness of her opponent's supple form...past experiences have proven that pushing too many of Harumi's buttons only results in a violent reprisal. So like any deliciously succulent meal, the teal warrior needed to be tenderized first before this goose could truly be cooked~........Paige is very proud of her villainous metaphors.

"...*giggle*...Well, misery does love company, you know~...But your compliance was never a necessary factor. It was merely an olive branch I offer to only the most adorable of heroes who stand before me. But I WILL have you fall from your lofty perch into the abyssal throes of temptation, one way or the other. But it was you...who elected the way...of pain~..." Paige maliciously sneered in response to Harumi's steadfast conviction, all while glancing over her shoulder as if to stare back into the brightened purity of Harumi's heart. The malicious dominatrix tugging Haru's flexing leg backward while leveraging the majority of her weight upon the emerald warrior's lower spine, the strain being brought upon her lower half becoming more unbearable with every second. Their dueling banter indeed distracting Paige long enough to allow Harumi a less arduous trek towards the ropes...but like any seasoned professional scoundrel...Paige planned for such an eventuality. The enraptured audience caught up in Harumi's compelling journey towards freedom...the emerald warrior crawling for every inch afforded to her...a steady stream of applause compelling Harumi onward towards that glistening light in the darkness......only for all hope to be lost as Paige would unfasten the Boston Crab, and drag the emerald warrior back towards the middle of the ring by both legs. The dashed hopes of the audience was palpable as Paige proceeded to prop Harumi on her knees by tugging on her hair, and applied a snug sleeperhold from behind.

"See what all your arduous efforts have gotten you? You toil and struggle in the name of some greater good, when the keys to your happiness have always been at your fingertips~..." Paige lusciously enunciated with Harumi's neck firmly wedged in between her bicep and forearm, embracing her emerald adversary to the point where their sweltering body heat was one and the same, complimenting the softness of Paige's sumptuous breasts compressing against her back and crotch subtly grinding against Harumi's plump backside. "Wouldn't it be soooo much easier to stop denying yourself the pleasures you so secretly crave?~..." Paige's tempting words being sweetly purred into Harumi's ear…

Harumi paid for every inch she made towards the rope. Even distracted, Paige twisted and pulled at the emerald warrior’s leg, torturing her lower back even further, unwilling to let up or even a split second. It was extremely difficult for the hero not to shout out in pain and give the merciless villain what she wanted, the shrill cries of a hero suffering in her grasp. It felt as if her leg was about to pop right out of her hip, and paired with the stabbing pain in her lower back, there was nothing more Harumi would like then to simply smack the mat and end this torture, but she could not. The ropes were so close, and the crowd was calling to her, cheering for her to push through this demons’ painful trial and show her the error of her ways. To simply give up and let all of these people down would be more painful then any hold Paige could inflict on her. So, Harumi continued to pull herself closer and closer to the ropes, trying to focus on getting close enough to grip just one of them and take this ripping pain away from her. She clawed her way just close enough to reach for the rope, her middle finger just about to touch the bottom rope…

But Paige was not one of the fiercest villains simply because of her ferocious might, but her indomitable cunning! The villainess seemed to know exactly what Harumi planned, as she released the hero from the hold. Harumi felt the rope graze her finger just as Mistress Paige gripped onto her legs once more and dragged her back to the center of the ring, the crowd booing her and sighing in defeat as she did so. Harumi, who was so close to grasping her freedom only to have it literally pulled from her grasp, hid her face in her arm as she was dragged. Her face was completely red, both from frustration and embarrassment in her inability to hold on to a piece of rope!

Why? Why wasn’t I able to do it? If I had just pushed a little harder! Struggled a bit more! All of these people were cheering me on just to grab onto a rope and I couldn’t even do that…

It wouldn’t be long before her thoughts were interrupted rather forcefully, having her head tugged up by her hair simply to see a wicked grin looming above her. Harumi’s emerald eyes glared daggers at the villain, but were quickly opened wide in surprise as an arm wrapped around her throat and grew taut, putting her an the familiar sleeperhold she had seen so many times before. Naturally the emerald warrior’s hand immediately went to try and pull herself free from the hold, but once again Paige’s strength was relentless. Harumi pulled and tugged, tried her best to shift around, but all it did was waste oxygen she did not have, Mistress Paige taunting her all the while. A quiet whimper was both born and died in Harumi’s mouth as her brain began to become oxygen starved. Slowly, Harumi struggled less and less, her muscles beginning to relax as the judo girl slowly melted and went limp. Her head lulled forward and her upper body seemed relax, her arms still gripping Paige’s strong bicep, but weakly. It seemed like this might have been the end…

But then suddenly, like a flash of lightning, the Judoka’s head reared backed with an extreme amount of force, looking to crash her skull against the vixen’s face! It seemed she was mostly faking her passing out, much to the happiness of the crowd though it was clear she was not unaffected by the sleeperhold, as her body was still oxygen deprived, and the headbutt seemed to make her both dizzy and slightly sick. If she managed to free herself from that dreaded hold, the emerald warrior would try to stand up on her own two feet, though she would need to do so slowly because of the dizziness.

Harumi may have bought herself time, but it was it enough to recover?

Mistress Paige couldn't remember off the top of her head who originally coined this apt phrase, but being a truly abhorrent and detestable villain was at times no different than being a professional photographer. It meant having the skilled eye for interpreting the scene unfolding, and the stoic patience it took to bide your time and wait for just the right time to strike. Whether it was with the snapping shutter of your camera lens, or with a well-timed laser beam to incinerate the vial containing the live-saving antidote that an exuberant hero was holding high above his head in triumphant relief after having endured innumerable hardships to attain it. Or in this case...bestowing the gift of false hope upon the stalwart hero struggling so valiantly to not succumb to the crippling agony, and just when it seemed like their valorous efforts would reward them with the reprieve they so desperately yearned for....have the unbridled cruelty of the world eviscerate their oh-so-precious fairy-tale morality about hard work always paying off in the end.

The palpable disdain for Paige's cruel manipulation reached new heights as she dragged the emerald hero back towards the very starting point of her arduous crusade for freedom, making all of her grueling efforts for naught. Inflicting such tortuous misery upon such a noble-hearted hero filled Mistress Paige with such malicious glee, a sadistic sneer darkening her face from practically feeling the hopes and aspirations be drained from the emerald warrior as she reaffirmed the stifling sleeperhold. Mistress having enough wrestling foreknowledge to push down on Harumi's head from behind while flexing her bicep to ensure maximum effectiveness, and minimal resistance. The more life was being sapped from the emerald warrior, the more Paige snuggled up to her from behind to make it as oppressively claustrophobic and tenderly sensual as possible. All the world was now seeing their precious hero slowly succumb to the ever creeping darkness...the referee herself getting sorely close to signaling for the bell should see not witness any signs of life from the fallen heroine...which reminded Paige to perhaps relent at the last moment so she could still have free reign over a comatose Harumi...

...who was still fading...fading...fadi-

"RAGGHHH!!!" Paige repelled backward but remained on her knees after getting her head clocked from out of nowhere, both arms abandoning the sleeperhold to shield her already battered visage. Her distorted vision was a swirling mass of malformed images as she coped with the spiking jolts of pain coursing throughout her face, a rejuvenated audience cheering wildly for the resurgent hero's clever ruse in deceiving the malicious villain. Paige hunched over herself as the disorientation started to begin fading into her subconscious, her grimacing head titling up to see the groggy heroine begin steadily ascending to her feet. Her ears were still ringing an obnoxiously loud bell, and breathing through her nose wasn't an option at the moment, but her malicious mind was still working clear as day, as was her thirst for vengeance. The vile villianess rearing back her arm to wind up what would be a devastating uppercut low blow from betwixt Harumi's legs, the matches no DQ ruling ensuring that all the referee could do watch and wince.

Harumi was free from the villains suffocating hold, finally breaking away the physical contact Paige had seemed so determined to maintain throughout the match. It was a bit poetic in a way, as her sudden headbutt was only so effective because of Paige’s crude attempts to seduce her to the villain’s side. Even as Harumi broke free and finally began to get some air in her lungs and blood in her brain, she couldn’t help but think about what Paige had said earlier, about giving up and being rewarded with rest, pleasure, and even happiness. The villain seemed enraptured with the emerald warrior, or at least her body, a fact that Harumi could not think about for too long without getting a bit red in the face over. Yet, upon reviewing Paige’s promises, it was not hard to find them so completely one sided and shallow.

Harumi noticed how Paige constantly pushed against her, made everything as close to sensual as possible as she strangled her or straddled her back. It was clear the only “pleasure” Paige would give her heroic foe was one of which only the villain would enjoy. To see Harumi throwing away her morals simply to escape pain and fall deep into a world of dark lust that would likely sully her reputation and her self-respect, earning the domme more then just a win, but a complete and utter victory with darkness corrupting yet another soul.

But that was why she could not give in, no matter what suffering Mistress Paige inflicted on her she would not reward her disgusting acts of vile disrespect to be awarded with affection. Paige might bend her body, put her nerves through unbearable torment, or even attempt to shatter her mind, but she would never get what she truly seemed to want, the warrior’s purity.

Harumi’s emerald eyes were hard as steel, even after being choked. A hand moved up to massage her windpipe as she cast a glance over her shoulder, seeing Mistress Paige griping her face with a pained look. It seemed Harumi had hit a tender spot, and had it not been for the constant low blows and cruel tricks Paige had already pulled, she may have felt bad for her.

“You know Ms. Paige…you keep saying you want to make me happy,” Harumi started, her voice still strained a bit from the earlier hold, “That you can give me joy like no other. Truth be told, you already did that earlier, when you pretended to learn from your mistakes and see the harm you put onto others, and the cruelty you spread about to the world. When you broke down, I thought you could turn a new leaf if you had someone who would stick by you…help you a bit.” Harumi then began to rise somewhat shakily on her feet, “Despite what we did to each other, I think we could still-“

Harumi was suddenly silenced. The crowd all gave their own little variations of “Ooo” and “Ow” at the sight of Mistress Paige’s worst attack yet. Harumi genuinely felt as if she had been shot, cupping her crotch and falling over like a ragdoll, slowly curling up in a fetal position. The emerald warrior’s back was to the villain, hiding her bright red face and the hot, burning tears that ran down her cheeks as she cradled what felt like a fire rampaging through her insides. The crowd continued to throw Jeers at the villain, this time with new vitriolic spite, but Harumi could not hear them. She couldn’t hear anything really, except for her restrained breaths and her own whimpers of pain.

Paige was smart and made her move. The scorpion had stung the frogs back, but rather then both of them drowning, the scorpion could simply enjoy its paralyzed meal in comfort.

A common misconception about the dynamic involving the never-ending battle between good and evil is that villain's were the only party guilty of indulging in a long-winded monologue. The solemn, poignant words of the emerald warrior reaching Paige's ears and registering in the recesses of her psyche...but even her honest, wholesome, and heartwarming commentary couldn't melt the hate-fueled barrier permeating around the malicious Mistress. A tragic outcome for what could have been a peaceable truce or the planting of a seed of friendship...but Paige's wrathful intoxication from the headbutt dulled her senses and poisoned her mind, just as the ever-creeping dark mana bestowed upon her by Overlord Zed had corrupted her soul and pulsated deeply within her veins. Mistress Paige having earnestly believed that she had finally brought the morally righteous hero to heel and strangled the very life out of her, when her plans to further sow seeds of corruption upon a helpless protagonist were undone in one head rattling moment of resistance...and one that had the infuriating potential to desecrate Paige's Hollywood caliber good looks...again, at least in her deluded mind.

Paige shielded her nose and the grimacing glower beneath it, but nevertheless offered her own swift rebuttal to the hero's plea for peace. Harumi's toned thighs briefly straddling Paige's extended arm before the Judoka lewdly cupped her nethers and had the appropriate reaction of slumping forward in weak-kneed agony. In Paige's mind, one good under-handed counter deserved another. Of course the malicious Mistress was neglecting the fact that this was Harumi's first offense in comparison to the myriad of other times Paige had done something deceitful in this match. Paige simply didn't appreciate the bitter taste of her own medicine as she sluggishly began shuffling back to her feet, coping with head throbbing discomfort as she marched to ringside to retrieve something, before waltzing back to the center of the ring with a sway to her full hips until she stood over the so-called "hero" of this story.

"Tch...how's that for an answer, you pitiful worm. As if I could ever abandon my precious dark master and actually join forces with the likes of you...You're so horribly naive, do you know that? You see the good in people, when there isn't even a shred of it truly there. You're living in a fantasy...and you need to wake up." The vile malicious coldly sneered down and cast an ominous shadow over Harumi, tapping something in the palm of her other hand. "And I know juuuuust how to punish you for your doe-eyed foolishness, and for daring to sully your beloved Mistress' lovely face~...It seems that I may have been spoiling you this entire time by being all cuddly-wuddly, but don't you worry. I have the absolute perfect tool when it comes to disciplining my precious pets~..." Paige ominously imparted all while rearing her leg up and scrunching her boot heel against the side of Harumi's face. The villainous dominatrix winding her arm back and whipping her Cat-O-Nine tails whip against the plump posterior of her lowly adversary!!! A malicious cackling with each stinging swipe left and right as the utterly debasing spectacle unfolded for all the world to see!!!