Sion Eltnam vs Mistress Paige: It's just basic chemistry! (For Killcarrion)

Match Type: Standard.
Win Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, or KO.
Stipulation: Hentai moves/holds/weapons are permitted. The winner gets to keep the loser for the next 24 hours.

Sion was sitting in the back, tightening up her laces and making sure her outfit was all in place. Then she was called up, the purplehead standing up with her bottle in hand and making her way onto the stage. As if on cue, fog machines and lights kicked in, crimson fog filling the stage as she stepped out, flowing down the ramp before Sion finally emerged, flowing smooth and confident down the ramp with measured steps. Sion evaluated the crowds cooly, climbing up into the ring and stepping in between the top and middle ropes, her long braid bouncing behind her as she made her way to her corner, setting her bottle down next to the corner post.

With the crowds cheering around her, Sion gradually tuned it out, turning to look at the stage as she waited for her opponent.

Spoiler:

"Ara Ara Ara~...As a glorious phoenix who erupts from it's ashen remains, so does true evil's corruption bloom from whence it was falsely extinguished by the pitiful light of justice~..."

Theme Music:

Mistress Paige, The Villainous Seductress:

The nefarious musings of the most vile of voluptuous vixens brought the proceedings to a standstill as all eyes were hypnotized by the monolithic Titan-tron showcasing a shadowed outline of the forthcoming villianess posing provocatively. Considering the seemingly effective rehabilitation Mistress Paige had undergone after the tear-jerking conclusion to her last match with a certain emerald-clad heroine, rumors and suspicions had begun to circulate among the AFW fandom as to whether they had actually seen the last of the wicked temptress and her malicious malevolence. For storyline purposes, the unholy resurrection of her sinister character can be attributed to the Dark Overlord's incurable corruption upon her formerly pure-hearted soul having never been truly extinguished and was merely sedated for a short-time....but in reality, there was no way in hell Bethany was going to let her character be written off so early on in her career. Not when her popularity had sky-rocketed since than thanks to her stellar acting chops.


"Ah, to be reborn amidst the oozing cesspool of my master's darkened abyss was indeed a blissful delight~..."
"And as the Blight Of Corruption herself returns, so does her insatiable desire to corrupt another pour unfortunate soul, helpless before my...Mmm, appetite~..."

Amidst the swirling spotlights and knee high-fog at the top of the stage, Mistress Paige would arise thanks to the elevating platform below, all to an energized reaction from those beginning to become engrossed with desirable domme's theatricality. The shimmering sparkle to her sinister sneer being the only glint of white light in the darkness before the entirety of the stage was illuminated, unveiling the luscious dominatrix adorned in her silken body suit with a microphone in her hand and her trademark riding crop in her other. Each step down the ramp having a purposeful sway to her ample hips that caught the attention of most as she waltzed down the ramp and towards the ring.

"Before me I see one who is apparently strong, calm, composed, and with a calculating mindset~..."
"And yet before the day is over, the enrapturing appeal of my corrupting clutches will have her lose all faith in her righteous rationale, until she longs for my darkened embrace, lest she be shivering in a cold sweat~..."

Paige's perfect rhyming scheme continued onward until she had confidently entered the ring with the crowd still backing her entrance with enthusiastic appeal, coming to the center of the ring while locking eyes with her pony-tailed prey for the evening. Paige put an end to her theatrical scene chewing with a dramatic pointing of her rose colored riding crop at Sion, a bombastic gesture that ended her theme music with accompanying lewd whistles and scattered applause echoing around them both.

"For I am nothing but a terror and a blight~..."
"The name is Mistress Paige~..."
"And you'd best be ready for a fight~..."

Despite herself, Sion found herself a little captivated by the performance. Just like Mika's entrance some time back, the woman had the whole song, dance, and even a speech figured out. Not as flashy as the ass-fixated blonde, but interesting in its own way. Really, there was something about it...Something she just couldn't put her finger on...

And then Paige came to the center of the ring with the final part of her villainous monologue, and that was when the final piece clicked into placed. The purplehead's eyes brightened, but her expression remained as cool and collected as she could manage as an idea quickly came to her. Trying to get Paige off balance with a crack at her age would probably go about as well as it had with Eirina, but perhaps something a bit more personal...

"Wait, that was some Saturday Morning villain, right?" Sion said, stepping closer so the mic could pick her up, "Does that mean I'll have to send you blasting off? Well, I'll try."

Paige was just tickled pink to see that her knack for bombastic theatricality hasn't dulled one iota in her prolonged absence from in-ring competition...not that there was any reason to be worried in the first place. Commanding the audience's attention in today's day and age meant prying their eyes away from their cell phones with as gaudy and tantalizing a spectacle she could present, and given her opponent's fixated gaze...it appears the sultry domme hasn't lost her touch in their slightest.

"...*giggle*...Honey, I've done battle with five multi-colored martial artist's imbued with super-powers from an inter-dimensional cosmic entity...I think I can handle lil ol you~..." Paige condescendingly retorted before leaning in and whispering away from the mic. "...and it was actually Monday thru Thursday late afternoons. Best for targeting the afterschool demographic." Paige breaking character with a wink before backpedaling to the sounds of the ring bell chiming off in the distance.

Sion remained firm in the face of Paige's deflection, taking a mental note of the correction for later. Maybe there would be better material to be found in there for future bouts. Before she could try to make something of how close they were, opening bell be damned, the woman quickly backpedaled, just in time for the bell to go off. Her prior experiences with more experienced opponents told her it would be a bad idea to let Paige come to her, so she'd go to Paige, try to keep her off balance.

"Think you can?" she shot back, dashing in at full speed, "Well it's time to find out!"

Sion moved in as if she was going to charge Paige head on, only to try to duck past her so she could bounce off the ropes and go for a dropkick to the woman's back!

Had Mistress Paige not spied the referee beginning to motion for the bell to ring and for the match to officially commence, the dominatrix would have also shared how they were Number #1 in the ratings amongst pre-teens/teenagers. Just a bit of blustering from the vainglorious dominatrix now taking a few steps back to at the very least keep out of striking of the pony-tailed cherry currently giving Paige the evil eye. Such a stoically analytical glare emanating a brazen stone-cold will and termination...ah, Paige's heart was all a flutter at the thought of the kinky delights that could be in store for her tonight~...

Paige's split-second fantasizing was undone by the purple blur zipping by her side with a bit of an uplift to her spiky hair, the mistress turning her piqued interest around her to witness Sion making a clear and present beeline for the ropes instead of what appeared to be her dashing straight towards Paige. Sneaky ploys just so happened to be one of her villainous specialties, so much so that when Sion would bounce off the ropes, she'd see Paige already standing to her side after sidestepping into position. A brief entangling of their arms and a bit of muscle should be enough for Paige to attempt a chucking hip toss that'd have the swift-footed Sion flying right back towards the middle of the ring.

Sion's blood pumped hot in her veins, a sharp contrast to her cold stare watching Paige carefully as she rushed in. Though at first it seemed like her feint had gone off flawlessly, the purplehead's eyes widened as she bounced off the ropes towards Paige, only to find the woman ready for her. A brief and confusing jumble of arms and bodies ensued, too fast for Sion to even consider altering her strategy before she was thrown back to the center.

The purplehead landed with a surprised yelp, stunned by the sudden counter as she bounced off the ring, rolled once, then managed to catch her bearings enough to spring off the mat and back up to her feet. The impact had rattled her, but she didn't let the momentum fade, bouncing off the opposing ropes and rushing right down the middle. Instead of going high, however, the purplehead slid down at the last minute, trying to sweep Paige's legs out from under her with a swift drop toe-hold!

One of the trappings of today's younger generation was becoming far too impatient and hot-tempered from even the slightest provocation, demonstrated soundly by the youthful Sion being set off like a firecracker from even the slightest of embers flicked in her general direction. One benefit to being somewhat more mature in her years was knowing how to wait. Paige allowing Sion to do all of the legwork for her while she ricocheted around the ring to build up all of this aggressive momentum...only for it to get turned right back against her as she was sent careening back towards the middle of the ring.

*My~...isn't she a spirited ball of energy. All full of vim and vigor...*sigh*...What I wouldn't give to somehow be able to bottle up that energy to use at my own disposal.* Paige mused with her hands folded behind her and an innocent, wholesome smile directed towards the scrappy Sion scrambling back up to her feet, the perky actress seemingly unfazed by the purple blur sprinting right at her. Her confidence not entirely unfounded as she hopped forward before her ankles could become caught in between Sion's legs…not that one would notice given Paige’s hammy acting.

“Ah, dearest me…such breakneck speed and skillful legwork, my balance is assuredly lost to me~…” Paige melodramatically emoted with the back of her against her forehead, punctuated by the actress "accidentally" crashing down hard with a booming elbow drop upon Sion's lower back.

Something was wrong, she was sure of it. Just what it was escaped Sion, however, the purplehead executing the drop toehold with blurring swiftness and precision. Paige hadn't even been in motion when she'd gone down for the slide. Yet why hadn't she felt any resistance like she'd expect from actually catching the older woman's legs?

Sion's confusion was finally answered when what felt a miniature anvil dropped square on her back, the purplehead's mouth opening in a silent shout as she arched back. Lava-hot currents of pain arced up and down her spine, Sion trying to roll over and bring a hand to her back, legs kicking at the mat as she grit her teeth. The purplehead looked up through her bangs, trying to keep her eyes on Paige to see what was next, even if she couldn't move much for the moment.

Paige's flagrant flair for the theatrical ensured that she never missed an opportunity to flex her acting muscles, and playing the doe-eyed innocent was a role she scarcely ever gets the chance to indulge herself in. And this was precisely why she was hamming it up by feigning her supposed take-down into a fully intended elbow drop aimed squarely for the small of Sion's spine. Paige shifting back on her knees with the babe in the woods routine still in effect, appearing in wide-eyed astonishment that she managed to "luck" into that.

"Ara?! Oh dear, are you alright? Why, I've simply no idea how that happened..." Paige uttered with her fingers covering the kittenish smile underneath, accompanied with an equally feline-esque crawl towards her languishing opponent before flipping her back onto her front. Straddling Sion before laying herself atop her pony-tailed foe, Paige's warm words being whispered into her ear with one of the domme's hands massaging her spine before sliding to Sion's supple backside. "Ara~...My chances of winning are assuredly slim to none, whatever will I do~..."