Lilith vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - One Night Stand

Match Type: Locked In
Victory Conditions: Both wrestlers enter a hotel room, and the door is locked behind them. Each wrestler has a key, and the door to the room has two locks. To win, a wrestler must get the key from their opponent, then use that for the lock on their door to leave the room, at which point they win the match.

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Dmitri Markov Voronov had followed the instructions to the letter. At midnight, he’d come to this place, Tension Heights, an apartment complex that had been used to house Tension wrestlers long before he came along, and went to the room that they’d designated for this ‘match’. Sure enough, the key they gave him worked, the lock slid open, and he entered the ring for this bout, more than a little excited to step inside.

This whole thing was kind of a new opportunity for  him - management had picked him not only to give a debuting wrestler her first match, but to do so in a new match type they were experimenting with. Once they’d accepted the rules, he agreed right away. It seemed like a simple enough setup, something that could be fun, and it didn't put him in awkward disadvantage, like a hentai match would. All he had to do was steal a key off a woman - depending on how capable she  was, he might not even need to really attack her.

Dmitri opened the door, flicked on the lights, and knew something wasn’t right. This wasn’t quite what the setup he’d been expecting.

He’d thought it would be a rather standard apartment, something like the one he lived in, and it was far, far more interesting than that. Dark, red walls instead of the plain beige one. A soft, black carpet that was made of some comforting material, instead of the simple carpet back at his place. Instead of the small, single bed in his apartment, lumpy and in dire need of replacement, there was a large, queen sized bed, lined and covered with silk sheets that matched the walls. A large, leather couch covered the far side of the room beside a few dressers, illuminated by the moonlight peeking through the blinds, there was an adjacent bathroom, that had something bubbling inside - the lights were off, in there, but he was fairly sure it had a jacuzzi.

Snazzy. Yeah, ‘snazzy’ was about the right word.

And, in the middle of it all, the centerpiece of the room, was a large wrestling mat. Just about the only thing he’d expected to be there when management told him about the place. They said it would be like a hotel, but had neglected to mention it would be like a hotel’s honeymoon suite.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him, not wanting to let it a draft as he inspected the place, taking note of everything and trying to figure out how best to work with this setup. Dmitri hadn’t had the most stellar time in Tension. He could admit that. It was kind of hard to ignore it, when he hadn’t picked up more than a single win in his time with the company, and some of those loses had been more than a little embarrassing. The funny thing was, even that single win still put ahead of a lot of guys in the company, men who’d been wrestling for years and never put a single W on their record, but it still wasn’t nearly enough. If he ever wanted to get out of the stereotype of men losing in this company, he had to start making gains. He wished it didn’t have to be at the expense of a new girl, but he’d take it.

This seemed like as good a time as any to start. He took a deep breath and slipped off his jacket, tossing it to the far side of the room, revealing his wrestling attire for the evening. He wore his taekwondo gi, as always, nice and loose and perfect for combat, though he decided to go with the black and white instead of his usual white and green affair. Not that it made much of a practical difference, but if he was looking to start a change with this match, it couldn’t hurt to switch things up.

He tightened his belt and began warming up, throwing a few practice kicks, circling around the mat to test his footwork. It had been a long while since he’d had an official match, but sparring with his sister had kept him loose in these past few months. He was ready for this.

New company, new name, fresh start. She had heard quite a great deal about AFW, it was hard not to. When they weren't paying the way in the industry they were making waves and shaking up things for everyone else. A remarkable mix of talents and brands that came in all shapes, sizes, and flavors but the one she wanted to taste most had been forbidden to her outside the most secret of circles. Here though, it made stars, they celebrated passion with pageantry and prized gold. Had she finally found a place where she could just be herself and not worry about society's moral quandaries with who she was and what she wanted? That was the hope.

The door gave a small click as she turned the key in the lock. She pursed her lips in quiet anticipation, turning the knob to open it just a crack…. Turning the key the other way to preemptively lock it. Aware of the rules surrounding this interesting match she had already decided on a plan. When she finally opened the door enough to slip through the key was nowhere to be found, already tucked away and hidden from view, so when she closed the door behind her heavily, it was already locked.

It was by pure happenstance the room seemed to be crafted in her image. Chocolate brown hair shimmering in the hotel lighting, glowing down across her shoulders. She wore a long black overcoat that draped her body almost entirely, just some faint skin of her lower legs slipped into leather ankle high boots. Deep red eyes gazing across what the room had to offer before settling on it's only other resident, the object of her current desires. She tilted her head in quest observation, taking in everything he had to offer her.

Already she found her mind undressing him, imagining tearing off each piece with her teeth, leaving him laid bare on velvet sheets. Her eyelids lowered as she breathed in a deep with anticipation, leaning herself back against the door. There had only been one rule and that was to escape with the other wrestlers key. She had asked of a plethora of questions of what the two could do to each other or with each other and the sky had been the limit.

"Good evening." She spoke in a soft gentle tone, comforting, caring. Her lips formed a smile as she pushed off the door, slowly starting to work buttons of her overcoat undone. She stepped out of her boots, sliding them against the wall with her bare foot. Shrugging off her jacket, she let it fall around her ankles on the floor revealing she didn't have much in the way of attire beneath. An intricate costume perhaps, but one that left very little to the imagination as it didn't seem to cover much of her body at all.

Lilith:

"I'm Lilith, you'll be spending the evening with me." Her casual observation somehow managed to sound like like a command. She moved from the door with strides accentuated by her exquisitely long legs and an appetizing sashay of this perfect hips. Rather than walking to her opponent, she explored the room, taking in each and every corner trying to decide what she would do in each of them. So many options.

"I suppose we can start when we please." She lingered in the backroom doorway, still dark within. Glancing back over her shoulder her rich crimson eyes twinned mischievously. "Did you wish to search me for the key before we began? If you promise not to be too rough, I'll let you." She reached her arms up, stretching out her full form with a soft moan.

Dmitri heard the rattling from the door and looked around the room, having a few quick thoughts in the brief moment before it opened. His first thought was to stash the key in his jacket pocket, which was laying on the sofa, but that seemed a little obvious - his gi didn’t have pockets or anywhere he could put it, so if she had any sense, that would be the first place she’d look. But the answer was nearby, he suspected - the couch sheets? Yeah, that would do. He moved over and stuffed the key between them, out of sight. There weren’t terribly many places in the room to hide something, she could likely find it without him telling if she had the time to turn it all over, but she wouldn’t be getting the chance.

A little cheap? Yes. But it wasn’t against the rules, and he was really of a mind to win this match and get his Tension career on track. It was just a shame it would have to be at the expense...of…

”Oh.”

Dmitri stood straight up as Lilith entered the room, with more than a little shock at his opponent. There was something queer and otherworldly about her and those red, burning eyes, this haunting look as she scanned the room and centered on him. He was a Tension male with more than enough matches under his belt to be no stranger when it came to seduction, but he found himself getting wrapped up in Lilith before she said a word, just taken aback by the look she gave him. It was hard to read, but he could see the desire, the hunger. It wasn’t something he’d never seen in a woman before, but he couldn’t recall it ever being directed at him.

He found himself staring as she disrobed and kicked off her shoes, proceeding to strut about the room as if she owned it, like she was a host and Dmtitri was simply a rambunctious visitor. ”I’m, ah, Dmitri. Dmitri Markov Voronov. Nice…” Seriously, how was her outfit staying on? It was so loose and flowing, like it would all come sliding off if she took a deep breath. ”...meet you.”

He managed to regain some composure when she came to the doorway, shaking it off and raising his fists into a relaxed version of his stance. Dmitri brought it down, though, when she made it clear that the opening attack wouldn’t be coming from her. Instead, she opened herself up. Let him come in.

Dmitri looked her over, his gaze askance, trying to figure her angle. There was a time when he wouldn’t have suspected much, but that time had long since gone. All the same, he wasn’t the type to attack a woman with a cheap shot, and kicking her now would feel that way. Decisions, decisions.

He rubbed his chin and moved in, slow and cautious, as if Lilith were a bomb that could blow at any second. Thankfully, there weren’t too many places she could hide the key, so he didn’t have much to explore, and he patted her down with soft hands. ”So, ah...welcome to Tension.” No harm in making some quick small talk. ”Your accent - Scottish, right? What city do you come from?”

"You're too kind." She purred softly as Dimitri came up behind her. As his hesitant hands gently pressed to her skin she eased back, leaning herself up against his chest. Her arms reached back, slender fingers finding their way into his hair to gently comb through it as she allowed him to search her, unopposed. He was being careful with her, ever the gentleman. It told her quite a lot about him before they even really exchanged much in conversation.

"You've a very good ear." She paused a beat, sighing softly as she craned her neck back, resting the back of her head on his shoulder while peering up at him with purposes thoughtfully lips. "Strong hands too."

"Town actually, Morar, quite small. Though, of some note to the world, more than it was to any of us." She spoke so softly with them this close, treating this information as if it were a special secret she had saved for just him. With a bat of her lashes, those deep dark sanguine pools she had for eyes seems to envelop Dmitri, leaving them as the only people left on this Earth. Her body shifted up against him under his touch, reacting to it as if it were a lovers embrace rather than a police evidence search.

"And you?" She tilted her head turning her face away, finally releasing him from her gaze as she reclined into him. "I wouldn't have expected that name from the look of you. Roots outside of Japan yet still a native by the way you handle yourself… very curious."

Dmitri perked up when Lilith mentioned his name. While it was hardly the first time someone had commented on it - it happened at least once a day, really -it was the first time someone in the AFW had ever given it a mention. Either foreigners didn’t care or they thought it was it was just a weird stage name.

But he appreciated it. He could have appreciated it even more if she wasn’t grinding away on him.

He bit his lip as she reached up caress his hair, running her fingers like it and backing up against him like they were the closest of lovers. Despite the impression he often gave off, he wasn’t a complete neophyte when it came to sex - he’d had girlfriends, he’d made out, he’d had sex, but none of that was even close to the sort of sensual energy that was coming off Lilith.

”I, ah, yeah.”He whispered back, for what reason he couldn’t fathom, trying to keep his voice level and not doing the best job of it. ”My Parents we’re diplomats for Japan and Russia. Father got first pick on the names, so…” Nope, it wasn’t on her chest, he was fairly sure, time to keep moving. Her could’ve held her crumbled outfit in the palm of one hand, that key could only be so many places. ”I traveled a lot, so I have a good ear for different dialects and languages. Was even in Scotland for a day, a long time ago.”

For the life of him, he couldn’t remembered what his mother’s business had been there. The more he talked about family, the more comfortable he became, the less he thought about what he was doing, and the more his hands stopped searching for the key and started searching for...other things. His hand had found its way to her thigh without his permission, a place where she definitely wasn’t hiding any keys, and began to give her a rub, tracing along the contours of her muscles.

He had a haggard groan took a step back, shaking her spell off as best as he could. He went back into his fighting stance, this time in earnest, and began to bounce on his heels. ”Okay, look. I get what you’re trying to do here, but it’s not going to work.”

The growing bulge in his gi told a different story, but maybe she wouldn’t notice that if he kept moving.

”If you want to skip all this, fine, give me the key or tell me where it is. Otherwise, can we just...you know, start? I appreciate the attention, but this isn’t that kind of match.”

The roaming hands had been a delight even if they hadn't been overly eager at first. As they talked, she could tell Dmitri was becoming more comfortable with her and more acquainted with her body. She revelled in his touch, shifting her body to move into his probes and light gropes. As his fingers began to press along her thighs a bit more greedily, she let out a pleased hum, letting them drift apart so he could fully explore wherever he fancied.

Her lidded eyes popped open as he moved back, causing her to awkwardly wobble in place with no one left to lean on. She blinked her eyes, glancing back over her shoulder through a curtain of her milk chocolatey hair. She tilted her head to the side as he voiced his mind… a small smile playing across her lips.

She turned lightly on the ball of her foot, coming to a gentle stop in her small spin that made the ribbons of cloth around her flutter. She teased a step towards him, extending out one of her legs but not actually moving into it then returned to standing calmly opposite him.

"You seem upset." She commented airily, skirting around the frame of the doorway, prowling the perimeter of the room. She ran her fingers along the wall, jumping it from bits of furniture were present, though her eyes remained transfixed to Dmitri, the center of her world. She came to the bed and asked herself down to sit on its edge, displaying her flexibility with an overly high kicked cross of her legs.

"Before I wrestled, I was something of a masseuse. If you are feeling stressed, I can help work some of those... kinks out.." The offer seemed strangely genuine as Lilith looked up to Dmitri as he stood tall and ready for combat, domineering over the delicate beauty smiling up at him.

"Are you not pleased with me?" She let out a long sigh, plopping back into the sheets. Reaching back she stretched her arms over her head, accentuating all of her curves as she shifted to get comfortable. "If finding the key will make you happy, I can give you a hint… all I need is a kiss." She smiled up at him again, hair billowing out around her face as she lay along the wrinkled sheets like some pin up model.

Dmitri was starting to regret some of his clothing choices. More specifically, he found himself wishing he’d gone with something a little confiding that the compression underwear he had on, like normal boxers. It wouldn’t have been a problem normally, but Lilith was having certain effects on him that were causing the fabric to test its limits, at the expense of one of his favorite body parts.

That his stance required him to be perpendicular wasn’t helping things, either, but he stuck with it as she stepped his way and moved back, keeping her in line as she took a leisurely stroll about the room. There was something hypnotic about the way she moved, like her every step was made to entice him, like every movement in her body was designed to seduce him - if that was the case, it was working.

To make matters worse, the only way he could think to stop her was to attack her, and he wasn’t about to do that. While he’d long since gotten over qualms he had with hitting women, striking one that wasn’t even trying to defend herself, just seemed...wrong.

He wouldn’t go on the offense until she went on the defense. She probably knew that, too.

”I’m not upset.” He let his arms go down as she sat on the bed, though he kept bouncing on his heels, just in case he had to make a quick retreat. Never hurt to be careful. He did find himself considering that massage, though, assuming she wasn’t just using it as a euphemism. He’d been upping his training, which had gotten results, but his muscles were so tight these days.

”I might take you up on the massage. After the match.” He was quick to tack that last point on. ”And I do find you ‘pleasing’. I mean, you’re very, very...pretty.” He tried to find the most innocent word to describe her, but came out with a tone meant for something more lewd. ”But...ah…”

He finally stopped bouncing when she laid down, looking at her as she spread herself out, fully offering her body, daring him to kiss her. It was a trap. Of course it was a trap. It could only have been more of a blatant trap if she had a warning tattooed on her lips. But it was one he had to fall into, if he wanted that key.

It was just a kiss. Not a big deal. It wasn’t like she reeked of motor oil, didn’t bath, and had dried skin or anything like that. She was a beautiful, gorgeous woman that wanted him to kiss her. Just go for it.

Dmitri exhaled and stepped forward, sliding onto the bed and crawling beside her until they were face to face. After a final moment of hesitation, he dipped in and went for a kiss on Lilith, one that had his tongue darting out to explore her mouth, checking quick to see if her implication hadn’t led her astray.

If Lilith had noticed any uncomfortable little details regarding how at attention particular parts of Dimitri body were at the current time, she kept them to herself. Her aim wasn't to embarrass him after all, everything about her seemed to try and make this situation they found themselves in accommodating for the man, within reason.

"After?" She mused softly to herself, tickled with amusement at the thought. She had every intention of spending quite a lot of quality time with him here tonight. Management had assured her that there was no set limit to how long this match go on for… they hadn't thought that far ahead. She had though. "If that is what you desire, I would be more than happy to indulge you. I've been told my hands are quite skillful."

She continued to shift on top of the sheets, testing out various stages of rest as they conversed to find one that suited her comfort most while paying careful attention to which Dmitri seemed to favor. He may have been rather forward about his intentions to have a sporting contest and flee, but there was no denying his interest in what she was offering.

"But what? You can tell me. I'm quite good at keeping secrets." As he stepped up to the edge of the bed she extended a leg out to him, running her toes along the leg of his pants. She had notably perked up when he moved to join her, no longer idly lounging now that there was anticipation for what may come next.

As Dimitri crawled up beside her, she brought her hands lightly to his chest, pressing against him with her palms to test just how sturdy he was. She purred softly, pleased with her findings as her fingers curled along the edges of his gi fold, tugging him closer so the two of them could be pressed against one another. She gazed into his eyes with a desperate sense of longing, as if the two had been apart for years, separated by some great tragedy and had finally been reunited.

She closed her eyes as her soft lips melted into his, craning her neck to press up against him, taking a far more passionate approached their intimate moment than he likely had intended. A sweet little moan rumbled in her mouth as he felt his tongue slip past her lips, allowing him in freely.

There was something off, here. There was a clear taste of something metallic… his tongue bumped into something hard that didn't belong… a key. It was there for just a moment before her tongue entangled with his, dancing her her mouth as she cooed. Her hands had begun trying to work their way into his gi to wrap her arms around him in an embrace, clearly intending to enjoy the moment to its fullest.

Trapped in a steamy hotel room with a barely-clothed sexpot who not only seemed to be okay with you touching her, but actively encouraged it, and was willing to kiss you even though you’d known each other for, maybe, two minutes. Truly, this was a fate that all straight men dreaded.

Lilith didn’t just lay about when he came for her, either. She reached out, touched him, caressed him, and while his hands did reach up to make an effort at pushing them away, he gave up halfway, not even trying. What was the point, right? It was just touching. They’d be touching in a wrestling match, he didn’t have to let himself be so bothered by it. Just relax. Don’t think so much about the way she was working at his gi, the way she was feeling his abs, as if inspecting all that he’d created with his training regimen and approving of the results. All in his head.

He moved pressed his lips to her in what he hadn’t meant to be a kiss, but now that he was doing it, there was no way around it. It was either he get the key with his tongue or he get it with his fingers, and he wasn’t about to just stuff his hand into this woman’s mouth. It worked, too, because he could feel the key in there, roaming about - had she had it in there the whole time, since she entered the room? It hadn’t altered her abilities to speak. How good was she with her tongue?

He got the answer soon enough, as her tongue stopped him pulling the key, swirling around his and introducing wrestling to this wrestling match. She was pulling at him now, trying to make this into a real embrace, hugging at him and pulling him and absorbing him. Lilith was like a drug, and an intoxicating one.

”Just…” He took a breath, then dove back in for the key, rooting around hard for it. ”Look, just…” He tried again, no luck. ”This is a match, will you just-” In again, out again. And at one point did legs think it was a good idea to intertwine with hers?

One kiss had been enough to send her over the moon, coaxing more from Dimitri was something of a dream. Did he even realize what he was doing as their lips joined as one, over and over? His cute little protests between each only served to egg her on even more. She had been giving at first, but each of their meetings found her growing hotter and hungrier for longer exposes.

She needed as much of him as she could muster, at first a brief tangle of their legs had been enough. A gentle bump against him as her hips ground against him, seeking out his earlier shame blindly to introduce herself to it openly. She would toss I. The sheets with him, wrestling to draw him down alongside her rather than command the space over top of her, bringing them both to a place of equal power… in theory anyway.

Their had been one kiss too many when his lips missed their mark, her own had traveled elsewhere to dip past his face to rummage up against his neck with greedy hot kisses that worked their way to his ear. She would wrap her lips around his earlobe, nippling it between puckering suckles, whispering hot words of encouragement to him. "Stay with me."

Her arms shifted inside his gi, elbows nudging the fabric aside, trying to work the cloth over the lip of one of his shoulders in an attempt to begin disrobing him here on the bed. Her legs curled around his, wrapping around one of his thighs as her whole figure swayed in motion against him, a steady current tide rolling in slowly.