Caitlyn Davis vs. Sister Lucia - Sin and Punishment

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions:Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.

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”I accept your challenge!”

Lucia declared her acceptance of Caitlin’s challenge and the crowd cheered along with it. She wasn’t so foolhardy as to to think that those cheers were meant for herself, knowing full well that they were throwing their hats in for Caitlin. As she took another look at the busty bruiser, she was only reminded of why that was. The woman was quite a beauty. Voluptuous and vulpine, full-figured and fulsome, with no shame when it came to displaying her most shameful features. A silver-haired Jezebel, a temptress to rival Bathsheba…

Lucia averted her gaze and stood tall as the referee made her way down the ramp, and instead took a few moments to stretch and limber up. While she had trained since she made the decision to return to the ring and was probably in better shape than ever before, she knew that was no substitute for an actual match. There would be ring rust, certainly, but with the Lord’s guidance, she would retain her stride in short order. Besides, even on her worst day, she was certainly more than a match for some silicone-laden slattern.

Before she started, though, she needed to go over a few things with her partner.

”Now-” Lucia spun about and found herself staring into Testament’s breasts, one again forgetting how ridiculously tall the woman was. She took a step back and craned her neck upwards to get a better look at her, closing her eyes as she did so to avoid any unneeded temptations. ”Now, Sister Angela, remember this is my ordeal and my ordeal alone. Do not interfere with this match. Keep your place at ringside, and only hurt the other one if she interferes.”

”Uh-huh.” Testament folded her arms and gave a gruff nod, before she pointed to the other Hoot - the ditzy, black-haired one. ”What about after the match? Can I hurt her, then?”

”Oh, of course!” She chirped and waved it off with a squealing giggle. ”Bring down the wrath on her as soon as I win, I thought that went without saying. Scorched earth. We’ll see how ‘totes cool’ she thinks that is.” She wagged a finger at her towering compatriot. “But until then...”

Testament only gave another nod and began to make her way out of the ring, leaving Lucia to turn and face the harlot on her lonesome. Proud, unafraid, she stepped forward as the referee came between them and gave the signal for the bell to ring. The battle was now on, she was ready for the match, she was-

”Ah!” Sister Lucia held out her hands, hoping to make her foe pause for a moment as a sudden realization dawned on her. ”One moment, please. I almost forgot the most important thing!”

With a soft smile, Sister Lucia dropped to her knees, brought her hands together, closed her eyes and began to murmur, silently praying in the middle of the ring.

"AWRIGHT!!!...LET'S GET THIS PAHTY STAHTED!!! WOOOOO!!!"

Caitlyn excitedly proclaimed with all the valley-girl enthusiasm and air-headed pronunciation of a blitzed frat girl on Spring-Break, twirling her hips in a booty-popping swish to one of the biggest pops of the night. The excitement starved audience being eternally grateful to the big man upstairs himself that tonight's show was finally getting on the road with the distinct possibility of getting an exclusive sneak-peek at one of the hottest bit's of Hooter's titillation around. Combined with the looming threat of having to endure even more of Sister Lucia's coma-inducing scripture readings, it was the safest of bets to say that the silver-haired Hooters waitress with the supple features was the clear and unopposed fan-favorite. Caitlyn handing off her microphone to the referee coming up from sliding into the ring before she and her bestie Haru skipped to their corner. Having their own little pow-wow while Cait started to limber up herself.

"Aww...it's like, so uncool that you volunteered yourself to square off with this uptight loon without even having us do Rock, Paper, Scissors or somethin." Haru pouted while stepping through the middle ropes to stand on the ring apron while Cait stretched her leg with it's ankle perched on the top rope. "...*giggle*...my bad Haru, I'm tre sorry. I just kinda went with the flow there, yah know? But like, if you're feeling froggy, you can always challenge her partner to a match~..." Caitlyn smiled sincerely, jumping up and down on her tip toes to a buoyant, mesmerizing jiggle of her boobs. Haru balking at the suggestion before glancing over towards the Holy Bruiser currently giving her the malicious stink-eye. "...yeeeah, I'm like, so sure. Anyway, G'Luck Cait. Bag this biotch..." One fist-bump later Haru would bounce down to be at ringside, clapping in support...but noticing that Judgment girl across the ring. Hoping to not get on this totes frightening lady's bad-side, Haru attempted to get her attention with a wave, than mouthing the words *I love your hair~..* with a friendly smile.

Caitlyn doing some last minute arm stretches before approaching the middle of the ring in tandem with Sister Lucia, the referee standing beside them while Cait started cracking her knuckles to show she wasn't gonna be some pushover. The bell ringing off in the distance, getting Caityln pumped up for the match and signaling that it was time to throwdown and pray the night away wait what? Caitlyn stopping herself to a flinching surprise at Lucia's insistence on attending to something vitally important...which was having a one-on-one with the big guy upstairs. Caitlyn looking confused stares with the equally baffled referee...who than nodded down in Lucia's direction, reminding Cait that the match was still technically on. "Pfft...like, are you tripping?! I'm not gonna wrestle a girl while she's praying. That's like, a million evil points put against me...and Hooters would like TOTES kill me~..." Caitlyn stood her ground and turned to face Lucia with a raised eyebrow, scratching the back of her silver-maned head with a hand on her orange-jeaned hip...waiting patiently and doing the Christian thing...she guessed.

Caitlyn and the referee talked among themselves.

Lucia kept on praying.

The audience started to boo and hiss - more so than they’d been doing before.

Lucia kept on praying.

She stayed on her knees, penitent and patient, with her eyes closed and her words low. When she spoke to the heavens, her communion gave her a special state of mind, one that put her at ease. It really was essential for the match to come. She hadn’t been in an official match in so long - yes, she’d trained and sparred with Angela, but this was the real thing. Her AFW debut. She needed to be at her best, and that meant making sure she had the blessings she could take.

To her credit, Caitlyn did not attack her while she prayed. But to her fault, the Lord made her aware of an opening that had been made as she was down on her knees. Lucia would not be so heinous as to attack her opponent, while she prayed, but…

”Amen!”

Lucia opened her eyes, stood up and shot her clasped fists into Caitlyn’s face as she rose, hitting her with one, powerful rocketing blow, square on her nose. Was it, perhaps, a little foul to strike an opponent who had paid her a courtesy? Perhaps.

Bartering with the referee about the moral conundrum of attacking an opponent who was willingly lowering her guard to an obscene degree by praying to the man above...was so totally not how Caitlyn envisioned this match kicking off. In a night of absolute firsts, this one sure was a doozy. Caitlyn was all in on allowing opponent's the opportunity to say their prayers and junk before the match, but like, not right smack dab in the middle of it. Still, Cait let the Sister get her devotions in. Not just because it was the obviously morally righteous thing to do in this unorthodox situation...

...but also because the wrath of Hooters public relations would for sure come reigning down on poor Cait and Haru, who's probably be given their walking papers along with a boot to their backside out the door. But no sooner did Cait finish blabbing with the official that Lucia would finish her own 1 on 1 dialoguing with a chipper 'Amen' and a booming whopper of a strike clobbering Cait right in her nose just as she turned to face the kneeling Nun. The Hoot's noggin whipping to the side with a stiff balancing act on her tip toes before Cait collapsing to the side, one hand holding her schnoz as her watery eyes squinted shut. "Rrgh...that was SOY not very Christian-like!!!" Cait bitterly uttered with a nasally inflection.

Was it, perhaps, a bit underhanded to use a prayer as a cover to attack an opponent? Perhaps. Lucia would admit that. A critique could be made there, and she would have to meditate long and hard on her actions. But did that mean that she wasn’t going to profit from them? Oh, mercy, no.

She stood up as Caitlyn fell, hands on hips and a satisfied gleam upon her face. Down already, and not even a minute into the match? Quite a shame. ”You’ll forgive me if I put little stock in your opinion on Christian matters, slattern.” She wagged a finger her opponent’s way before she reached down and grabbed a handful of her white, lustrous hair, the shimmering mane that clearly took pride in. Yanking it hard, she forced her foe to stand back up, deftly working on the larger woman.

The moment Caitlyn was standing straight, Lucia released her hair, only to take a step back, twirl about, and shoot her leg into her the waitress’ blossoming bosom, targeting her breasts with a swift spinning heel kick, looking to not just do damage, but knock her into the nearest corner.

The sinister sister didn't have to take Caitlyn's word for it in regards to whether or not her sucker-punching prayer ender was an underhanded maneuver. Lucia could just listen to the legion of Hooters fans decrying the pious one with visceral booing, among those being the cerulean-haired waitress pitching a fit at ringside from witnessing her partner/bestie get her common courtesy rewarded in so dastardly a manner. Caitlyn scrunching her face whilst caressing her nose to check the damage, thankfully minimal but stunning her regardless as Lucia took it upon herself to continue being an opportunistic skeezoid.

"Ah...OwOwOw...Like, Gawd..." Caitlyn eloquently expressed her frustrations as she unwillingly ascended from the tugging on her hair, patting her hands along Lucia's smooth thighs and hips until the frazzled waitress stood upright before Lucia. But she was nearly robbed of her standing once more via the spinning heel kick walloping her in buoyant breasts and sending her into a backpedaling stumble until eventually slumping against the turnbuckle behind her, winded and with both arms resting along the top ropes. The swaying jiggle to her buxom assets against her tight Hooters top mesmerizing all the red-blooded men in the audience, and practically confirming without a shadow of doubt that bras were not part of the Hooters dress code.

Lucia had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed moving in the ring, but it was all coming back to her in a hurry. The rush of it all. The adrenaline. The lights. The movement. The whole package was an intoxicating tonic, a righteous drug that she had gone far too long without. And to be back in the ring with a worthwhile cause, doing divine will? Doubly exciting. Unlike the lazy servant, she was not going to bury her talent - no, she was going to present it to her master, and the whole world along with Him.

That enlightened fervor flowed through Lucia as she kicked Caitlyn into the nearest corner, and the results were more than satisfactory, putting her foe into an vulnerable position. It was one that she would not let go to waste, either, and she knew just the move to close the distance with.

Lucia took a big leap back, creating even more space between them, then leaped forward into a full somersault, flipping through the air with ease. She built up as much momentum as she could with the tumble, moving at a rapid pace and brought her feet down right in front of her foe. The instant her feet touched the canvas, she exploded and cashed in all the force she had built up, spending it all to ram her elbow into her foe bulbous, bulging, likely fake breasts.

If it were not immediately obvious already, she intended to make them a constant target.

Sheesh...Caitlyn wondered where a lady of the faith learned to kick like that. Twirling spin-kicks certainly wasn't something she expected to be taught at your local normal nunnery, as tre cool as it was to envision. But than again, under-handed sucker-punches weren't exactly your typical sisterly behavior either. Caitlyn was like...so sure, that Lucia must have been booted on her ass out of whatever Catholic boarding schools had her teaching there before they realized what a total mental case they had on their hands. But speculations on where this wicked sister came from were going to have to wait for now, and certainly not when she was slung up against the corner like this.

The rattled waitress still working on getting the ringing out of her ears from almost getting clocked out of her sneakers, but peeking upward with her fuzzed vision straightening out only afforded her a split second glimpse of Lucia's landing before the Sister vaulted backward and stabbed her elbow into the Hoot's supple breasts for a second time. Caitlyn ooophing out the air in her lungs while slouching further into the corner turnbuckle, twisting to her side somewhat with her legs crossed and her arm shielding her sore, tender jumblies. "...Like, OMG...What's your damage, lady!?" Caityln groaned out in regards to what a cheating/capitalizing little betch this supposedly pious sister was.

Lucia’s elbow had a nice, meaty thwack to it, as she laid into her opponent’s generous chest. She would be lying if she said it wasn’t a satisfying sensation, meeting out justice like this, controlling the situation. And why shouldn’t she be happy? Why shouldn’t she enjoy doing the Lord’s work? He loved a cheerful giver, and she had plenty to give this harlot.

”So much for your funbags, you little trollop.” She stepped forward with a proud swagger and a shake to her hips. She was beaming, smiling wide, but the audience only showered her with more hate - which made her smile even brighter. There was no hiding her light, after all, no matter how the world stood against her.

”My damage?” Lucia looked over her shoulder with an indignant pout. ”You’ve some nerve, asking that.”

Leaping back, she grabbed the corner ropes and began to thrust her backside into her foe’s face, ramming her with rapid hip thrusts. The woman had asked about her skimpy attire earlier, and now she would have a firsthand explanation on the reasoning - it was to help her shame her opponents, make the fear the flesh they cherished.  That was certainly the desired effect here, as Lucia sought rub and batter the bubbling beauty with her booty. ”You made the choice to come here and interrupt the Lord’s work. I’m merely showing the world what the wages of such sin are.”

Caitlyn certainly felt her question was well warranted, colorful language or not. Especially given how much of a royal beeyotch this duplicitous lady of the faith was. This not-so-saintly chick refused to let up even for like, a microsecond ever since the beginning of this match. And for some reason she was seriously totes targeting her now tender boobs. Something that was totally starting to irk the peeved waitress as she languished against the corner turnbuckle after taking a slumping seat against it from having the wind taken out of her by the cartwheeling nun being surprisingly more capable in the ring than any typical lady of the faith had any right to be.

The haggard hostess passing her hand through her flowing hair to brush some gray locks out of her eyesight, but was rewarded with a sight far more concerning. One balking gasp later, those heavenly soft curves of Lucia's started being thrust and smeared against the Hoot's customer attracting face. Caitlyn gasping miserably as her generous breasts jiggled with each butt pummeling impact as her sneakered feet desperately scratched against the canvas. The audience's booing uproar ratcheting up a few notches as Cait's bubbly face was now getting wedged against the Sister's saintly smooth ass with her muffled indignation beginning to peter down the longer she endured this degrading humiliation that was apparently "God's Work".