Selina Lash vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Joy of Submission

This was rapidly turning into the weirdest match Dmitri had ever had in Tension, and that was no small statement. All the strange characters, all the unorthodox situations, and none of them came close to what Selina. A small part of him wished she was a simple as she’d seemed at first, just been a cold, heartless woman - that, he could’ve handled. That, he could’ve understood.

But this?

He could scarcely hear her whispered words over the crowd, but he definitely didn’t like what he was picking up. She seemed scared. Afraid. Alone. Like he was going to hurt her - him, the one who wasn’t covered in spikes and looked like something out of a Hellraiser movie. He backed up as she stood, gave her room, still not sure how to proceed, even as she grabbed the whip. ”Look, if you need a moment, we can just-”

Whatever Selina’s hangups were, she seemed determined to push through them, as she went into a wild panic mode, one that had her whip striking out in all directions. Dmitri cried out as one of the errant strikes caught him in the face, and he was forced back even further from there, raising his hands in defense as lash after lash came his way, some being blocked, some finding their mark, but all of them causing him to retreat. ”Hey, cut it out! Stop!”

There was no chance at getting through to Selina. No matter how loud Dmitri tried to shout, it was becoming clear the strange woman was in a world not shared by anyone else. As her whip lashed out to strike wildly at the man across from her, Selina’s eyes seemed to be glazed, what little skin on her face a bright red hue that contrasted her pasty pale appearance. The constant Cracks and Snaps of the leather snake created a miniature thunderstorm inside the ring. Every slight movement of the demon’s arm was a quick threat, sometimes striking against the fleshy bits of her confused foe, or just barely grazing his retreating form.

Her whispered words barely made it through her mask, and at any moment, the deranged woman looked as if she would break into tears any moment. The whip’s power was held back only by her shyness, her free hand still trying to cover what she could of herself.

As Dmitri began to escape from the Whip’s long reach, Selina began to inch closer. Like a demented death trap, the martial artist was never completely safe, the weapon always maintaining a decent threat threshold, it’s only desire to rend his flesh in as savage a way as possible, held back only due to its master’s lack of power.

But even that was beginning to change. Every step Selina took, her head seemed to come back around to the fight at hand. Her shy form slowly straightened out, her arm slinking away from her form and assisting with the swing of her whip. The violent explosions grew more frequent, but even worse, more accurate.

Dimitri’s screams fell of deaf ears. The cheers of the crowd and the sharp noises of the whip destroyed any volume he had.

Selina’s beating heart was thumping rapidly. At first it was due to everyone staring at her like some sort of freak. Her fear and vulnerability held her heart in a vice-like grip, but as her whip made its merciless violence known, her excitement began to grow ad build in a different direction. The sharp expressions of anguish on Dimitri’s face, his quick growls of pain as her weapon licked his form, all of it made Selina’s blood bubble and boil in a familiar way. Her eyes seemed to reflect her excitement, becoming excited and predatory. Soon, she seemed to be back as to the maniacal being that seemed to want nothing more than to dig into Dimitri like he was a succulent beast. The noises that once sounded like quiet sobs soon evolved into growing laughter. The siren’s once somber and sweet tone began to corrode into a high-pitched wail of demonic laughter as she steadily approached her foe.

“Poor little pig…Were you worried about me?~” she muttered, “How sweet! If you want to make me feel better…Won’t you let me break your bones? The loud crunch of a bone breaking is a noise no one forgets! It’s so deliciously scrumptious that I’m sure you will enjoy it too! Just hold still! HOLD STILL!”

Dmitri didn’t know what the hiring policy was with Tension. There were times when he thought they just picked people out of hat, but, presumably, there was a process to it. Screening, background check. Something to make sure they weren’t hiring people with a history of mental illness, at the bare minimum.

He was going to have to talk with whoever was in charge of that sort of thing - if such a person even existed - when this match was over. Clearly, they’d failed in their duties, because there was no way that a woman like Selina should’ve been hired in the first place.

She seemed to get crazier with each and every strike, falling into a harsh rhythm as they went along. Faster, faster. Harder, harder. The whip struck with a harsh impact, biting at his skin, his gi poor protection against the onslaught.

He made a few attempts to push through, to his credit, trying fight his way towards her, but that was far easier said than done. The whip moved like it had a mind of its own, a creature wholly subservient to the whims of its mistress. Any attempt to advance was just beaten back, any chance at a counterattack. There were only two choices: suffer or retreat.

Dmitri choose the latter.

It wouldn’t score him any points with the audience,!m but he was far past the point of caring too much about that. He waited until she was pulling the rope back for another strike and took his chance then, dropping down to his back and rolling out of the ring.

A temporary fix for the problem, but he’d take it. How fast could she possibly follow him in high heels, anyway?

Dmitri was absolutely sublime! His screams and moans as the whip licked his bare skin and caressed his gi were just right for the seductress.  They were manly, yet had a hint of fear in each one. Like every strike was an acute surprise that kept on jabbing him every other second. His squeals all but gave away his confusion, and the face he was making was just too cute! He was like a confused animal, stumbling around and getting punished for his lack of thought.

Every thunderous SNAP of the whip hid the quiet clicks of Selina’s footsteps as she drew closer and closer towards her prey. He had shown such genuine concern for her… She wanted to reward him~ She just thought she had a rather unique way of doing so.

One more strike with her whip and Dmitri would finally be within arm’s reach! Selina pulled her arm back, ready to make this final whip lash count!

Until Dimitri dropped to the floor and rolled out of the ring. Selina paused, frozen in her tracks as Dmitri went from inside the ring to outside of the ropes, leaving Selina all alone. A few audience members chuckled as Dimitri fled, but many more seemed to understand the awkward situation he was in.

“Dmiiii~triiiiii~” Selina mewled, her eyes staring at him with an intensity that was difficult to match, “Where are you gooooooing? We were having so much fun! Don’t leave nooooow~ I miss you already…”

Selina rolled up her whip quickly, hooking it around her waist before mirroring Dmitri by dropping down to her back and rolling out of the ring. As soon as she found her footing, she spread her arms wide towards him, like she was expecting a loving embrace.

“Cooooommmee here, please~ I want to give you a little…smooch!”

Selina wouldn’t wait for him to make up hi mind. She was already walking towards him, her barley clad body glistening in the lights as ever toned muscles seemed coiled and ready to do something that could turn out to be rather violent.[/b]

It might’ve seemed silly to the audience members, like Dmitri was just being a baby, too timid to even take the hits from a toy whip, but they didn’t quite have the proper perspective to grasp what was going on, here. It wasn’t just the pain from any one lash, but the combination of them all, coming down on him like a flurry of bee stings. There was no way to advance with Selina’s expert skills, the way she swung that whip made it impossible to advance.

So he had no shame in retreating, and with the match’s rules, it wouldn’t be a problems. Falls count anywhere. The ring might as well have been a cage, no point in staying there.

That didn’t mean it would be a full reprieve, though, and sure enough, Selina wasn’t of a mind to leave him alone for too long. He looked over his shoulder to see her dropping down and coming down to the floor nearby, her high heels click-clacking as she approached. Closing in. On the hunt.

His first inkling was to just role back into the ring, keep her moving, and stretch this whole thing as long as he could - but he knew how futile that would be. The rest was good, but he couldn’t dodge her forever. He needed to bring the fight to her.

It had worked out decently enough before, so Dmitri went for a similar tactic as the last time he’d taken her down. She wanted to embrace? He’d embrace. He ducked down and charged her way, looking to slam into her at full speed and bring her down to the mats with him on top. Maybe this time he could work a pin if she started acting weird again, get her while she was confused…

“~Hmm hmm hmm HMMM~ Hmm Hmm Hmm HMMMMM!!~~”

The predatory demon continued to waltz closer and closer towards her prey. Her playful humming growing more and more excited with every step she drew closer. Dmitri seemed so scared and worried, Selina couldn’t help herself! He was like a decadent truffle that was just begging to be eaten! She had to wrap him up and devour all of that negative energy before she burst into a puddle of desire! Is Selina didn’t do it, then it would all go to waste! All of his pent-up feelings of rage, helplessness, despair! She wanted to consume it all and play with whatever husk was left!

The crowd seemed to be on her side, making this hunt all the more tasteful to her palette. Here, the strong, noble hero was about to be consumed by insanity incarnate! And the public? The ones that were supposed to tell who was right and wrong? They cheered for his destruction! Yearned for it almost as much as Selina herself! Like a pack of ravenous carnivores, they seemed to delight in the picture of this man, this hunk of good-looking meat, be torn to shreds by a scantily clad but remarkably beautiful woman. Easy to say, but it was not a hill many would wish to die on.

And yet, the man in the Gi rushed forward, bringing the fight to the serpent like predator that taunted him with every step. He came in low, knowing full well that though his opponent was taller, she could easily be knocked off balance due to her foot wear.  No one doubted he was going to go for some sort of tackle, or perhaps a rising attack such as an uppercut. Selina’s arms were wide open for a hug…her greatest weapon was still wrapped around her hips, the whip dangling uselessly. Surely this would be a simple manner for someone with the professional background like Dmitri.

If only the Demon’s eyes didn’t flicker.

“Disgusting Piggy…” Selina growled behind her mask, “You would dare to bite the one that makes you whole!?”

As quick as Dmitri had begun to sprint towards Selina, she too began to spin. Twisting her body around, she managed to blast off in a powerful spin, with her knee trailing behind her like the ball of a mace. As soon as the martial artist came in to deliver a tackle, Selina would strike.

“Know your Place!!!”

If the move would connect, it would be utterly devastating, and a total crowd pleaser. The likelihood of someone standing after such a vicious strike was low, and if all went according to plan, the young man would be on his back with a serious headache to keep him preoccupied. Selina only planned on making it worse as she would step up to her fallen opponent with a sultry stride, standing over him with a domineering presence before lifting her foot just above Dimitri’s face.

“Now lick it~”

And with those words, a new carnage would begin, as the villain began to stomp on the ex-businessman’s face over and over again! The crowd would cheer for more! More violence! More blood! They were like animals, all of them enjoying Dimitri’s absolute annihilation![/color]

Dmitri knew something was wrong the moment that he saw Selina spinning.

Wrestling could be a weird sort of competitive sport, yes, and it had been a while before he could make sense of it, what with the more practical background he came from. There were so many wrestling moves out there, and they all had such weird names, and they all worked in such strange ways, it could be a little hard to keep track of them all. And it always seemed like new ones were coming out.

He had a faint idea of what Selina was about to do when she spun about. He knew it was a discus maneuver, an attack that he’d seen bigger wrestlers use to build up speed for lariats. It was actually one of the more practical moves he’d seen in the squared circle, not at all unlike his hurricane kick. Similar in the theory.

What he got was something worse - a knee to the face.

He honestly wasn’t sure what happened after that knee connected, but it was easy enough to fill in the blank. His world went black for a second, and when he came back, he was looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes and raging headache to deal with. Not the most enviable position by any stretch of the imagination, and it would only get worse from there.

”No-” He was only able to get that weak protest out before Selina’s foot crashed into his face, hammering it against the floor, leaving him seeing stars. His body jerked about as another came down soon after it and another followed that, smashing away, each one crushing his skull. It wasn’t enough to knock him out, but that was almost a curse by itself - it meant he had to endure the pain as she rearranged his features, mauling him without a single care.

The sadistic, almost primal way Selina giggled to herself as she constantly brought her heel down on Dimitri’s face seemed to hang in the air like a bad stench. Her eyes were wild with manic pleasure as they blazed wildly, focusing only on the man’s deteriorating facial structure as each impact with her shoe made a delicious imprint on his face. Soon her muscles would burn, lactic acid eating away at her as she poured all of her energy into her enjoyment!

Finally, she would stomp. Her heavy breathing interrupting her quiet giggles as she hugged her near bare body tightly, looking down on the gruesome piece of art she had created from her opponent. The sweat on her gleamed in the lights as Dmitri’s grotesque features simply enticed Selina all the more! Where the audience seemed revolted by her actions, she paid them no mind as she reached down and plucked him off the floor by his short black hair.

Her eyes widened in shock, but a quickly curved up into a smile of their own. Dimitri, the sweet man, had remained conscious throughout the entire thing! He really was the best! A complete and total gentleman! Oh, How could someone such as Selina reward such a strong, hardworking man? Someone who went so far and beyond what she required just to make her happy?

It wasn’t too hard to come up with something.

Selina grabbed onto the man’s Gi, and without any thought for his safety, hurled him back into the squared arena. The crowd wasn’t cheering nor jeering anyone anymore. Not after the brutality Selina had displayed against her foe. The quiet seemed to haunt the large open space, but the sadist went about like business as usual. She crawled up the rope’s like a demonic lizard, her eyes focused on Dimitri’s downed form as if he were a fresh carcass ready to be devoured.

The woman would slink over towards his downed form, slowly enveloping him in her touch as she lay her chest atop his own. Her masked face overtook his vision as the referee dropped down next to them, getting ready to count the pin. Few would notice that the referee took care not to be too close to Selina, or her ravenous appetite for violence.

Dmitri was only vaguely aware of what was going around him, his body and mind temporarily running out of sync. There was pain, yes, but it didn’t bother him so much anymore. Just an annoyance, really. Something he didn’t have to pay much attention to.

Should that be distressing to him? He felt that it should’ve been, but on the other hand, it had to be a good thing. From what he could tell, there wasn’t much to like about what was happening in the real word.

Limp and lifeless, Dmitri made no movement as he was yanked up by his hair, held in Selina’s tight grasp, save for the occasional twitch. It was all too easy to hurl him back into the ring, his form flopping about until it was a few feet away from the ropes.

He was, however, aware enough to shiver as she slid up his body, pinning his helpless from. The wrestler in him wanted to try and kick out, but everything else told him that there was only one sensible option here: stay down.

”1…!”

“2…!”

“3…!”

And just like that, it was over. The bell rang, the crowd cheered - sort of, as much as they could in the confusing situation - and Dmitri breathed a haggard sigh of relief, closing his eyes. He was hurt, yes, but glad that it was over, that the torture was done. At least, he sincerely hoped it was.

A question still remained, though, and one that he had to ask while she was close and had the chance. ”What are you?”

As the bell signaling Selina’s victory rang out through the arena, the crowd awkwardly applauded the vile victor as she climbed back onto her feet like a puppet being tugged on its strings. Her black eyes glanced over the crowd, suddenly much more subdued than before. Even with Dimitri still laying on the floor, she simply eyed those around her, like a predator protecting its meal. The referee didn’t even get in close enough to raise Selina’s arm, which didn’t seem to affect the demonic dame’s mood. She silently watched everyone, before turning away to leave, a hand on her cheek as if she were covering a cut…or perhaps something else.

Dmitri really was an amazing fighter. Even after all of the blows he had sustained, he was still conscious and strong enough to speak to his aggressor. Many may have simply let her leave, happy that the sadistic scavenger hadn’t pilfered their bodies while they were too weak to stop her. Instead, his husky, tired voice somehow managed to be caught by Selina’s sharp ears, the woman stopping for just a minute before looking over her shoulder.

Her right eye was no longer black and gold. Her contact had fallen out as she stood up, and revealed the dull grey eye that hid underneath. The grey eye was far more human than those gold eyes that had glared at the audience and Dmitri. It had compassion, shame, and fear all mixed into one look. It was an eye that was not proud of what it had done, but couldn’t stop. And just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared as she quickly closed it in a quick wink, before turning to leave the ring for the final time.

The paramedics would give Dimitri a thorough look before helping him onto his feet and taking him to the medical office. AFW was a world of strange eccentrics, and perhaps this would be one of the fights that would cling tightly to the businessman’s psyche in the years to come.  

Winner: Selina Lash