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

Any aspiring villainess worth her weight in high-heeled leggings knows to pace yourself when ethically debasing and morally tainting the psyche of an unwitting opponent who strays into your fiendish clutches. So it was that Paige opted to slowly trail her hand up the pony-tailed lady's lovely curvature rather than put the short-tempered, lovely little firecracker through the proverbial wringer~...until she decided she'd prefer to stick to brutal tussles instead of sensual nuzzles.

Paige getting thwacked from the spiteful flailing, but managed to catch Sion's arm before she could retract it to safety. "Ngh...Spare the rod it is, than..." The rattled domme uttered while clamping her hand onto the back of Sion's head to cease her infernal squirming before readjusting herself so she would straddle Sion’s middle back. Upon affixing both of Sion’s arms over the top of Paige’s thighs and cupping her hands beneath her cranky foe’s chin, Paige’s deceptively strong biceps would get to work cranking in one hell of a contorting camel clutch.

Relishing her back-bending submission with perverse delight, Paige tugged back on Sion's chin with fierce intensity. Knowingly putting the purple-haired pest on stretched out display for those in the arena to ogle her lithe, supple frame being shamefully contorted with no signs of her being able to escape under own power. Paige sneering maliciously from practically feeling the pain shivering up Sion's backwards angled spine...which to her surprise, practically had her opponent gazing to the ceiling rafters. This made Paige's application of the submission seem that much more brutal...and have the domme's mind become inundated with the possibilities Sion's limberness opened up.

"Ara~...Aren't you the flexible one?~..." Paige snickered down at Sion, whose vision would be of an upside Paige above the swell of her buxom chest. For now she tested that flexibility by firmly tucking Sion's face into the crook of her armpit for an excruciating Dragon Clutch...which the referee would chastise the vaudevillian for considering it was blocking Sion's airway's. Of course Paige, being the devious supervillian she portrays on television, dragged out the full five count before the threat of a disqualification caused her to abruptly shoving Sion face-first to the canvas while maintaining her perched seat atop Sion.

Delighted with the sudden revelation in regards to Sion's limber flexibility, Paige wasted little time in making malicious use out of it by tucking her foe's head backward to an unbearable degree not usually applicable to most other wrestlers. Regrettably short-lived thanks to the attentive official, but even upon it's release, Paige made a mental note further test the limits of Sion's bendability when the time was right. For now she opted to remain perched atop the Egyptian woman...catching Sion's peeking glance though her hair and appreciating that defiant gaze from a fallen for more than Sion could know.

"...*giggle*...those eyes tell me more than words ever could. Come, my lovely flower, the fun has just begin~..." Paige villainously insinuated while motioning herself back to her feet, but with a tugging yank of Sion's ponytail as well. The villianess twisting and positioning her opponent so she was propped up and seated before Paige stepped over her and applied a standing headscissor with frequent flexing of her thighs. At one point bending down to cross one of Sion's legs with the other before tugging back on her free leg in Paige's "Pole Dance" submission technique, earning its title with some hip-swiveling gyrations to the audience's hollering, kinky delight.

As immensely talented a natural born thespian Paige believed she was, the vivacious vixen couldn't deny also having some sassy dance moves up her sleeve as well. Being a background dancer in her early mid-school plays meant making time for dance classes as well as her acting classes, but it afforded Paige some banging hip swivels to her impromptu dance number. The saucy pole dance garnering vast hooted approval for her kinky theatrics before the dominatrix slumped backward to apply the submission portion of her maneuver, elongating Sion's leg far backward to the smirking domme's luscious delight.

"Fun for me, definitely, as a matter of fact~..." Paige remarked with sinister delight while teasingly pinching and wiggling Sions's cheek before tightening the fleshy squeeze being applied in her ankle crossing headscissors. At this point leaning as far back as possible to stretch out her nimble adversary and wear her thin before opting to abandon the submission on her own. Paige hiking up to her feet from one knee before reaching down to tug Sion back to her feet by her ponytail, the mistress than sneaking behind her while attempting to snake both of her arms under Sion's armpits and interlock her hands behind her foe's neck in a Full Nelson application.

Although it may have been a villainous turn of phrase and television trope perhaps done to death, the vaudevillian nevertheless thought of her opponent's entrapped predicament as a helpless fly lured into her parlor and was now caught within her wicked web~...Sion struggling and writhing about to procure whatever degree of freedom she could, even if it would avail her not and serve only to satiate the Domme's perverse longing to witness her prey pitifully resist as she continued working her magic, so to speak. Paige going about dismantling the rebellious purple-haired one with submission after compromising submission, robbing her of alacrity and feeling Sion grow more fatigued with every strenuous second of resistance. Continued onward by the dominatrix hauling Sion up using her pony-tail as a makeshift leash and cinching in a stifling Full Nelson with her foe's arms dangling limply in the air.

"Mmm...Am I still some sort of Saturday Morning villain, Honey Kitten?~...So what would that make you, getting puppeteered and manipulated to whatever this C-grade villainess deems fit?" Paige hummed whimsically while positioning them together from behind, deliberately hugging her hips against Sion's rump to make them seemingly inseparable. At one point she surprisingly opted to abandon the hold from one arm but keep the other arm locked in and making it a Half Nelson. Paige's free hand taking it's time gliding down Sion's slim abdomen until finding the purple-head's inner thigh, caressing and massaging it masterfully before dancing up to her prey's crotch for more of the same, tender, feel-good motions. Paige's game-plan being obvious to anyone with eyes and a libido as her soft cheek mushed up against Sion's, purring and pecking at the side of Sion's lips while enraptured with the sweat-hued warmth from their bump and grind body friction.