Mistress Paige Vs Harumi Hazama: A Seductive Sensation!

A wise man once said, “The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend.” In Mistress Paige’s world of robot henchman, flashy heroes, and high octane fights it was easy to forget what even a small amount of compassion could accomplish. Those sad monsters and ghouls created for the express purpose of fighting the heroes just to get blown up in the end never got to experience such an emotion. From the moment they come into being, their vile masters and cruel creators send them off to a land they don’t know, with a plan the can’t comprehend to fight an overwhelming force single handedly. Though many of those monsters tend to boast some wacky personality, was it not possible that was a coping mechanism? To build themselves up so they don’t panic in the face of such rampant adversity and violence?  How many truly knew the damage they were creating, when all they have ever known was destruction and hate?

That was why Harumi could not just push her conscious aside and mercilessly beat her opponents like other competitors in sports might do. It was so much easier to knock someone’s teeth out and be done with them, but that does not solve the problem and only leaves a negative outlook on life. To leave someone who could be hurting on the inside broken and alone when she could have done something-anything! - to help them at their lowest point was not a feeling Harumi wanted to experience. Sometimes all it takes is a little kindness to turn a dark soul from bad to good, and at that moment, nobody looked so torn, hurt, and alone like Paige did.

Harumi never saw the attack coming. That could be why it turned out to be so effective. The stoic hero was unsure of what results her appeal would net her, but she could never have predicted such a violent outburst. She had underestimated the fury Mistress Paige had at that moment, and once again whatever advantage she had was brutally ripped away by a heartless trick.

Harumi squirmed as Paige pulled herself from the ground like an undead banshee, and casually strolled to the other end of the ring. The Emerald Warrior could hardly keep track of her seductive foe, too busy trying to will the incinerating pain away from her loins, trying to control her breathing so she did not panic or waste what precious energy she had left. The ominous shadow of the treacherous traitor cast itself onto Harumi’s downed form. Harumi knew what Paige wanted to see most, just as Paige knew what those Emerald eyes wanted to witness. Neither competitor would likely get their wish that night, as the hero put on a brave face despite the suffering she was forced to endure.

The words Paige spoke were harsh, biting at Harumi more then the heel the Mistress decided to grind into her face. Paige would never accept Harumi as she was, claiming to be far too infatuated with the world of darkness. Harumi stared into the sky-blue eyes and could see the absolute pleasure Paige got out of beating on her. If Paige caught a glimpse of those green jewels herself, would she recognize the emotion of pity that lingered in them?

“I don’t…think its weakness…to see the good in people, Ms. Paige…it is too easy to brush someone off as being “evil” or “wicked”, like the world is black and white…But nobody is all good or all bad. Deny it all you want, try to prove it to all these people by using me as your tool…but the only one living in a fantasy is you. If you can pretend to be nice, then you can be nice.” It was at that moment Paige presented the Cat-O-Nine tails whip, lightly swinging it in her hands. Harumi simply broke off eye contact, staring straight ahead in defiance, her face like the stone mask it was before.

“I hope that someday, you find somebody you can confide in, and call a friend. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you…”

Mistress Paige then began her torture, whipping Harumi’s backside while laughing maniacally. Each strike was like a blade slicing across the Judoka’s posterior, and Harumi’s eyes scrunched closed just to keep herself from seeing it coming. She was indeed scared of getting smacked again, but she couldn’t let Paige see that. Her insides were still reeling from Paige’s low strike, but the slicing fresh pain was starting to help her get over the previous infliction, dulling one pain in exchange for inflaming another.

Having one's consciousness and tangible soul become wholly corrupted by the injection of such unmitigated darkness was merely the culminating trigger of Paige's descent into madness. Unbeknownst to her, the malicious King Of Darkness himself, Overlord Zed, had masterfully orchestrated Paige's ultimate downfall from behind the scenes until surrendering herself undeniably to him was the only sane decision to make in her insane world. In the negative zone that housed his vile kingdom, basic human concepts such as friendship, affection, remorse, and companionship were incapable of being fostered. And what better place could there be for one whose pure maiden heart was utterly shattered into a million little pieces. A place where she could no longer be devastated by heartbreak again. Corrupting other souls into accepting such beautiful despair into their heart was Paige's specialty as one of the evil overlord's high ranking generals in his villainous army of demons and clay soldier's.

But if Mistress Paige somehow could not lull a hero's soul into her black-hearted embrace, then she would delight in crushing it under her boot heels by any mean's necessary. Never had she encountered so noble-minded and righteous a heroine as the one whimpering at her feet. And while she saw reason to offer the Emerald Heroine kudos for resisting her tempting wiles this entire time, such insolence also deserved to be punished in as despicable and humiliating a manner as possible. Paige's attempt to crush Harumi's virtuous ideals and her futile pursuit of the goodness within Paige's heart was so deliciously satisfying, as was having this paragon of justice now be bowing to her ravishing Mistress with her plump backside lewdly sticking into the air with her face being grinded upon from her boot. The alluring ecstasy of it all practically giving Paige goosebumps as she delighted in whipping that smooth backside of Harumi's, to and fro with maniacal cackling-

"...a friend. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you…....Ms. Paige...”

...until her depraved lashing suddenly ceased, as did her devilish laughter. Torrents of nostalgic images from her long since abandoned memories began overwhelming her thoughts. Mistress Paige abruptly backpedaling with a grimacing snarl, her Cat-O-Nine tails whip sliding out of her hand as she clamped onto her head as if suddenly overcome with a mind-warping migraine. Students...Students calling her Ms. Paige started echoing in her ears from all sides...Young minds whom she took such pride in instilling knowledge and the morals of being upstanding citizens...The joys of being a wholesome teacher and surrogate parent towards those whom had no one else...and than...a lone image...illuminating her mind...

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The joyful, heartwarming, uplifting smile of a woman long since thought dead flashed across the vile domme's psyche. Mistress Paige's legs began quivering as if the ground she stood on, and everything she thought herself to be, was crumbling apart all around her. The blackened cauldron that was her mind was beginning to settle with clear blue distinction as she eventually slumped down to her knees while fiercely clamping onto her head. The empowered words of the Emerald Warrior having not fallen on deaf ears, and were in fact always resonating within the kind soul that had been locked away and starved within the bowels of the darkened prison of her subconscious. Paige scrunched her face in pure anguish, then looking at Harumi with all of her malice having seemingly become subsided...a doe-eyed look of confusion, innocence, and sadness on her face...tears dripping down as Paige continued to battle the evil within for control of herself...

Nobody in the entire audience would disagree that they were certainly getting their moneys worth tonight. Inside the ring was a battle of heated passion, with what was once just a physical battle made for entertainment evolving into two different outlooks of the world clashing together with these combatants as their avatars…

The villainous Mistress Paige, whom lived a happy life until the cold claws of darkness dug its way into her heart. The evil acts of betrayal and loss orchestrated by a vile puppeteer in order to corrode her happy life into one of hurt and sadness, until she could resist the cold, jagged embrace od the dark no more. No longer would she be hurt by others, not before she hurt them first. She would make her own happiness, force others to be her toy the same way the world had forced her to be its play thing!

And the stoic yet naïve Harumi, whom had grown up with the heavy feeling of darkness pushing on her evermore. Her childhood starved of the freedom her soul so desperately craved, and the love she yearned for. How she hated the stoic mask she wore upon her face, yet feared what might happen should she drop it for a moment. How cold and ridged her household had been, and yet it made her physically strong. And yet, what delivered upon the woman her truly darkest thoughts was what many would consider her greatest attribute. Her talent. The darkest gift of all, that one word which wrote off all of her successes, and emphasized all of her failures. That one attribute that kept her alone, and cold for most of her days. Yet, Harumi refused to accept that was all there was to the world. Joy could still be found in even the saddest places. She never wanted anyone to feel the constant stress of cruelty be pushed upon them, as it once did her. If there was only darkness, she was determined to be the strike of a match that lit the way, if only for a little while.

Though the battle was one of two different shades of grey, the crowd would not see it that way. It was a simple “good vs evil” fight, one where the hero was currently in peril, and at the mercy of the cackling coot, her vicious whips cracking loudly against Harumi’s plump posterior.

Each strike from the knotted whip sent a fresh wave of searing pain for the stoic woman, whom was still suffering from her earlier damage, desperately trying to find any sort of respite from Paige’s cruelty. Paige offered her none, only providing her with a humiliating beating and a merciless laugh that resounded deep into the poor girl’s mind, a laugh that would fill her bad dreams for weeks to come.

How far must one fall before they could laugh at someone’s suffering like Paige did?

The heroic woman was trapped. Her head pushed against the floor underneath the seductress’s grinding heel, and her entire lower half was being tortured by her foes cruel whip. The only thing Harumi could do was keep herself from screaming or crying out. It was a task far more difficult with each passing second, and it was one she was beginning to fear failing, as she heard the whip slice the air once again in preparation for yet another strike, Harumi’s brain like an alarm screaming to her sore and sluggish body to move before it hit them again.one again, the body refused, and the woman kept her stoic mask on, waiting for the next blow to strike, her emerald eyes hidden behind lovely eyelashes, unable to watch the weapon come down on her!

And yet, there was nothing. Time seemed to pass, or did it really? The pain made seconds seem like hours, and with every nerve firing of in her brain the severe damage it had received, it was impossible to focus on what was so obscure at the moment.

5 seconds…10 seconds…30 seconds…In that time Paige had removed her heel from Harumi’s head, and the final strike had yet to come. Even the crowd had grown silent, quite whispers of confusion was all Harumi could make out. Perhaps the vile Mistress was waiting for Harumi to open her eyes, wanting to see the emerald jewels look in hope that the pain was over, only to see the villain ready with another strike, and see that hope burn away before a new flash of pain erupted. After all of the dirty trick The Mistress had pulled in the fight, Harumi would not put such a dark hearted one past her.

The judoka knew she had to get up, to try and stand tall for those out there watching and fight back against Paige…but the truth filled her with shame, and brought back so many of the dark feelings she had been trying to dissipate for so long.

She was afraid.

Afraid of being struck with the whip once again. Afraid of being kicked down and called a “worthless hero”. Afraid to see a woman who she tried so hard to help look down on her with hatred and anger, and tell her she was nothing. Harumi’s gentle heart filled with love for the sport and the possibilities that came with it began to grow heavy…Stress, pain, fear, and loneliness all eating away at that love.

A single tear rolled down her cheek. She knew what she had to do, even though she did not want to do it.

She began to ascend, getting one arm underneath her, then the other. The muscles in her lower back and below were on fire from her earlier beatings, but she willed her way through, sitting up on her knees, which felt oddly comfortable. With her eyes closed, it was almost like being back at her father’s dojo…but she was well aware where she was, and it was time to face the monster in waiting.

When Harumi opened her eyes, they were unapologetic, strong, and ready for whatever Mistress Paige had in store for her.

Or so she thought. Much to her surprise, Mistress Paige was not waiting overhead, ready to smack her with her whip or smash her in the face with a mighty blow. Instead, she was on Harumi’s level, somehow having fallen to her knees a few feet away. The woman behind the domino mask did not even look like the same person, tears streaming down her face with such child-like innocence, it was hard to believe that actions he had done mere moments ago. Those innocent eye looked at the judoka with a questioning, confused look.

The emerald eyes that stared back were just as hard as before, but now had a sharp glint to them.

Did Paige really think this low of Harumi? Pulling the same trick twice? The negative feelings seemed to mount inside her, fueled by her pain and humiliation she had received at the hands of this woman. Even the mask stoic expression began to crack, Harumi’s face looking as if it also belonged to someone else, like that of a young girl who had been teased one too many times, and the cruelty was starting to get to her.

But it was not the trick that made Harumi so emotional. It was the fact that even now, after having experiencing it first hand and knowing what Mistress Paige was capable of…she still wanted to help her. The villain did not want her help, but the face she was making now seemed so genuinely scared. A true testament to her acting abilities…

Once again, Harumi found herself torn. If it was a trick, not only would she probably set herself up to be seriously injured by the sadist domme, but she would likely be known throughout the federation as a fool, a moron who fell for the same trick twice in a row. But…what if this was not the same Paige as before? Why did she stop hitting Harumi? Was it really just to try and pull off the same trick twice? Questions and feelings circled in Harumi, whom began to shake with uncertainty.

After a quite moment, Harumi lowered her head, her bangs finally hiding those piercing green eyes. It was as if the entire arena was holding its breath, waiting to see what she would do. The teal attired woman was the only thing moving, and she held the entire crowd’s attention.

Suddenly, she burst forward. The silent samurai cut through the air like a blade, the pain in her legs and rear hardly slowing her down as she quickly approached the downed Ms. Paige like a homing missile. In less then a second, a few feet became a few inches, one intense green eye shining through the long black bangs of Harumi’s lovely hair. Some of the more zealous fans cheered, as it looked as if Harumi was going for a speedy tackle. But what happened next…

Harumi came down hard, the ring shaking slightly from the force she generated. The Judoka’s arms were…wrapped around Paige’s shoulders in a deep embrace? Harumi had dropped to the floor not on top of her foe, but rather right in front of her and brining the hurt young woman in for a tight hug. Harumi’s face was still hidden underneath her bangs, trying to throw her vile feelings away and support the woman in her arms. If Paige was tricking her, then the villain had found her weakness. Harumi would never strike a foe on their knees, nor ignore their tears for something as ultimately meaningless as a “win”.

Harumi would simply stay there, hugging her fiendish foe quietly, gently patting her on the back without saying a word, focusing on the good she could bring to this woman rather then the harm she did to her. Now it was all up to Ms. Paige to choose how this ends…

"tHanK yOu, Ms. PaiGe~......








Echoing voices emanating in the recesses of her subconscious...flickering glimpses of wholesome joyfulness...they were grainy, distorted, and flickering wildly as if on a malfunctioning film projector. Sunny days of a kindly instructor welcoming, educating, and admonishing students as they huddling into class to expand their young and nubile minds. That same bespectacled teacher preparing them for the harsh realities of the world of adulthood to come while still keeping their hopeful sparks burning and aflame towards accomplishing whatever dreams their youthful aspirations they set their minds to. An umbrella being popped open to shield the startled teacher from the pouring rain, that umbrella held by a handsome fellow educator taking the time to stroll beside her and discuss their day. A life so very different from Mistress Paige's...yet she found herself someone attached to the woman in her thoughts who looked so very much like her...yet she knew they couldn't be one in the same. A wretched soul such as hers shunned such wanton acts of affection...but...than why were tears of longing streaming down her cheeks.....whose tears were these?

The Faustian Pact that Paige had written in blood with her malevolent Overlord was becoming undone at a startling pace, and with seemingly no provocation aside from hearing her name being uttered with that teacherly honorific. But unbeknownst to her, throughout this entire the Emerald Warrior's stalwart kindness and virtuous nobility were silently chipping away at the monolithic barrier erected around Mistress' Paige's heart and soul, until finally the proverbial dam was breaking down until a torrent of raw emotions and repressed memories began overflowing her psyche. The agonizing identity crisis unfolding before the audience's eyes somehow becoming more compelling to behold than the actual wrestling match they had paid good money to see, yet were still completely enthralled with the drama unfolding before their eyes. The referee herself seemingly abandoning all of her responsibilities as an official moderator of this clash between good and evil and instead gawking wide-eyed alongside everyone else in the stadium who were leaning forward in their seats.

Gone was the vile temptress taking such lustful delight in bringing the noble hero to heel in humble prostration before the darkened purity of the maniacal dominatrix, licking her lips with unhinged cackling as she disciplined the foolish warrior on the error of her nonsensical devotion to honor and friendship. Every swipe of her whip lashing the sumptuous rump of the fallen hero now quivering and squirming like the wretched maggot Mistress delighted in dragging down into the abyss...but now that person was gone. And in her place was a genuinely frightened looking woman struggling to come to grips with the despicable person she had become...and the vile, nefarious acts she had committed. She was now sharing in the abject fear that had paralyzed Harumi, only with a shattered psyche to compound it. Paige was now on the verge of a meltdown that could irrevocably send her mind over the edge and into a paralytic coma...until the lone actions of a hero brought her back from the brink. The soothing warmth of an embrace from a soul pure of light being the one tangible feeling that Paige focused on and used as a bedrock foundation to steady her belligerent thoughts and emotions. Her stark-wide eyes going half-lidded and her rigid posture melting away as she gradually began sinking into Harumi's arms...the side of her face nuzzled atop the warrior's shoulder, tear drops and calming breaths felt against her neck until she was finally cognizant enough to start forming words with a gentle, peaceful tone of voice...

".....So shines a good deed.....in a weary world. You truly are, incorruptible, aren't you Harumi Hazama?...Such foolishness...caring so much for a hopelessly lost, and corrupted soul, such as mine...*sigh*...What chance did I have against such a pure-hearted being? I have given you my all, but it seems your righteousness has pierced through my veil of darkness. What more can I do against such a stalwart light...except offer my submission."

The referee, who was clinging to every word of the soap-opera drama, suddenly perking up and remembering what her job was, signaling the ringing of the bell after having taken Paige's words as an actual submission...which they were.

When Harumi wrapped her arms around Mistress Paige’s shoulders, she noticed something very strange and worrying about the woman. It was an odd observation, surely one no one would have really noticed under any normal circumstances, and Harumi herself doubted she would have noticed had she not been through so much with this woman. Yet, the judoka was sure her hunch was correct.

Mistress Paige felt…cold. The poor woman who looked to be in immense mental pain felt as if she had been standing in a freezer! The teal woman had no idea what her opponent was going through, and could only do her best to sooth her, holding her tightly and trying to warm her the best she could. Paige looked frightened, almost hurt…there was no way Harumi would not try to help her, to try and make her feel safe, pushing away the fear of the crowd and closing the two off in a world where only the two women were in attendance. A warm world, which only existed inside their soft embrace.

Slowly, very, very slowly…Paige seemed to relax. Her taught muscles softened in the judoka’s arms, her erect posture began to fall deeper into the embrace, and Paige…seemed less cold, slowly getting warmer as time went by. The emerald eye woman would not rush her recovering foe…simply holding her, until finally…she spoke.

What Mistress…Ms. Paige said next made Harumi truly happy. Not because of the submission, Harumi did not even hear the bell go off, but because there in lied a chance, an ember of hope that still burned inside the darkened landscape that was Ms. Paige heart, one that was so hungry and had a desire to grow and outshine the darkness that surrounded it, to warm itself and to warm others. It simply needed a little care.

Harumi pulled back from Ms. Paige, just enough so that she could look into her sky-blue eyes, unaware that her own emerald green orbs were sparkling as they never had before, assisted with small blue tears in each corner of the jewels, and a warm smile.

“Please Ms. Paige…d-don’t talk like that. So long as you have this side of you…the one who cares, who loves, and can cry genuine tears of sorrow for another being…You will never be hopeless! I-“ Harumi finally looked away, a slight red blush grew upon her pale cheeks, “I want to help you. To show you that you are more than what you think you are, to help you when you re hurt, and to…warm you, if you get cold again.”

The young woman did not seem to realize how intimate her words could come across, but it was clear that there were strong feelings in each promise. In those green eyes was a promise and a hope that they could help Ms. Paige, and bring her the happiness…she truly deserved.

The chaotic and crashing waves within Paige's frenzied thoughts soon became a gentle ripple thanks to the comforting embrace of the Emerald Warrior, who did what most heroes would not have had the courage, bravery, and empathy to do. Embrace and forgive an enemy in their greatest time of need. Someone who sought your destruction mere moments ago and had deceived you in the past. Most noble minded do-gooders would have taken this chance to coldly put a lamentable harbinger of malicious evil out of her misery while they had the chance, and such a miserable fate was what one such as Mistress Paige had surely deserved. But only those with true purity of heart could have seen through their own clouded perception towards the cowering victim in all of this...and answered darkness and evil with love and acceptance. A universal equation that Paige had no answer to...and left her at a loss for words and an unwillingness to continue...as well as allow Ms. Paige to resurface after years and years of being veiled in shadow.

"...*sniff*...such a sweet child you are. I wish...I had you as a student..." Paige mournfully remarked while blissfully melting into the soothing warmth of Harumi's embrace as if this were her first exposure to fire after being held in captivity in a cold, sterile prison. "But such tears are wasted, I'm afraid. What you see before you is merely a shadow of a memory...resurrected once more only to be reminded of the loving warmth of a world that has long since past me by. Even as we speak...I can feel the Dark Overlord's branding dragging back down into the depths, and Mistress Paige will be his vassal once more. When we meet again...I'm afraid we will be enemies once more." Paige spoke her heart-rending words with a calming tone and sense of acceptance, than bringing a hand to cup Harumi's chin so she could see the tranquil smile on Paige's face."But hold your head high, my dear. For if a light such as yours can reach a soul as corrupted as mine, then that is cause for rejoice. There are others who can be saved by your righteousness...so go forth, save who you can...and make sure they don't succumb to the darkness as this old fool has. Go on and lead a happy life...and don't mourn...for one who has long since died..." Paige capped off her tearful farewell by gradually bringing their lush lips together for loving interlocking of their lips, humming deeply into them before parting ways and backing up. Ms. Paige rolling under the bottom ropes and backpedaling up the ramp...keeping her azure-colored eyes locked into Harumi...smiling contently until she faded behind the blackened curtains at the top of the ramp.

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As Paige re-entered the gorilla position with her head hung low, scores of fellow wrestlers, officials, trainers, and random executives had gathered around in the bustling crowd. An uncomfortable silence draping over the hushed over and captivated audience. Paige than took a deep breath...raised her head with a beaming smile and arms extended to her side...

"And......SCENE!!!!!!!"

Thunderous applause and cheering adulation swamped the tightened enclosure, those who were truly moved by Paige's Oscar-caliber performance crying profusely and drying their eyes while they clapped their hearts out. Someone than chucking a a bouquet of red roses Paige's way before she caught them in mid-air, clinging onto them tightly as if it were an award statue. The stroll she took than took being littered with gracious appreciation from her loving fans who were shaking her hands, hugging her, and some even offering her phone numbers to talk to people who could potentially lead into movie roles~.....

Harumi meant each and every word she said. She was more than willing to walk every step of the way with Paige and help her become the person she once was. When the world is on one’s shoulders, sometimes the most helpful and pleasant thing to have is someone willing to share the weight with you. Perhaps it was a selfish request…asking someone to change completely and absolutely, even if it was in a way one deemed to be for the better. That thought flashed across Harumi’s mind as she held the vulnerable woman in her embrace, patiently waiting to see what it was Paige desired.

The answer became obvious as Ms. Paige pulled away with a calm smile, but sad eyes. Harumi would have lied if she said her heart did not grow heavy upon laying eyes on that face, as it was the face one makes when they accept that they are about to perish. A peaceful, yet mourning face. It was only through years of practice that Harumi could once again put on that stoic mask that hid the painful feelings she so desperately wanted to let out. Ms. Paige seemed to sense the deep feelings of guilt in the young woman, and made the poor girl see her tranquil smile. The words she spoke was like a master sending their student into the world, with Harumi’s emerald eyes seemingly locked on every feature of Paige’s face, holding onto her every word until…she ended it all with a soft, almost motherly kiss.

It caught the Judoka off guard, but unlike Mistress Paige’s advances she did not resist, only moving a hand towards her lips with rosy cheeks when the teacher finally broke it off. Harumi could not resist watching Ms. Paige leave…in the end, you could not change one’s nature, and Paige accepted her own, as well as Harumi’s.

After she caught one last glimpse of that serene smile go around the corner into the gorilla position. Harumi stood back up, her stoic mask still taut on her features. She exited the ring with practice grace, the crowd cheering for the victor, and receiving a few polite waves from her in response. The judoka repeated Ms. Paige’s words in her head several times…and became more determined then ever to help those who needed it, be they a villain who has strayed from the path, or a hero who is tempted by darkness. She would do as her foe had asked, and try with all her might to keep those from falling into the same sad fate as Mistress Paige.

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Days later, Harumi was screaming in her pillow, her face a bright red not from sadness, but rather embarrassment. She had gotten a copy of her debut, and could not believe some of the things she had said out loud, in front of all those people! Her heartfelt words suddenly became corny dialogue in a drama that pretended to be a wrestling match.

“Gahhh! Judo was never this embarrassing!!!!!”

Match Results:

Winner: Harumi Hazama!