Caitlyn Davis vs. Sister Lucia - Sin and Punishment

Yes, biting was against the rules. Yes, it was a dirty tactic. But so was trying to breast smother Lucia into unconsciousness, so she was justified in her escape methods. Granted, breast smothering was a legal tactic in wrestling, albeit a silly one, but the rules she aspired to were of a higher, holier nature, and such a lewd attack certainly violated them. Caitlyn could complain all she liked, but Lucia knew the moral high ground was firmly hers.

She would’ve told the woman that, too, if she wasn’t so busy sucking in fresh air.

Lucia caught sight of the referee looking on, quirking her eyebrow at the birthmark, and knew she needed to take direct action before she was caught. The referee couldn’t call the bell on something she didn’t see, but even so, the last thing she needed to do was arouse suspicion. There was already too much arousing going on at the moment for her liking.”I’ve no idea what you’re talking about!”

Lucia rose to one foot, then the other, coming up close to Caitlyn as she did the same. Deciding now was as good a time as any to bring out her best weapon, she suddenly shot upwards to hit her foe with covered forehead, striking out with one of her signature moves - Bad Habits. A good way to start turning the tide back in her favor.

This was...like, exactly why Hooter's dispensed with the marketing tactic of offering free food samples outside their store. Some people just had zero impulse control and started overly-indulging themselves by taking one sample, or in this case, biting down when their were totes so many other ways to put her lips to fun use when in that position. Cait was royally nettled at this moment, as any women would be after having her jubblies chomped on. But when the referee started contemplating believing Lucia's tripe about not knowing what Cait was talking about, the miffed Hoot echoed Haruka's outraged screeching sentiments to disqualify Lucia from outside the ring by Cait herself taking a powerwalk over to the pin-stripped official.

"This is, like, so totally bogus!!! First the lamezoid cheap-shots me out of her prayer, than she totally scarfs down on me, and you do jack all!!! I'm just like...so sure!!!" Cait stomped her sneaker with a bitter scowl and flick of her silver locks while approaching the priestess, leaving a confused referee behind not knowing what to say in the face of all that tubular lingo. But twirling around to face the little nymph came with her slamming their heads together and immediately halting Cait's approach as her head repelled back up to offer a discombobulated look at the roof-lights. A quiver to her thighs before she slumped down to one knee with her other leg elongated to the side, and a flaccid flop taken to her back with a jiggle to her breasts and scratched marking on her forehead.

Now, it was true that the Lord would not likely approve of using his symbol as an aide to headbutt someone, that it could be construed as a vulgar use of his treasured memory. However, Lucia found that certain situations dictated an unorthodox touch, that she, as a lowly mortal, had to work with the opportunities given to her. So when she saw such an opportunity, well…

The results spoke for themselves, at least, dropping her flaxen-haired foe in a flash and giving her a wealth of options to work with. Caitlyn was down and wobbly, and she knew just how to proceed. Retribution was coming, but first, she had to get this woman on her back...a position she was surely familiar with.

”Sow the wind…” Lucia popped to her feet, did a short leap, and wrapped her legs around her opponent’s head, snagging it tight with her thighs.

”...and reap the whirlwind!” From there, she jerked back and put all of her lower body strength into pulling Caitlyn up and over, looking to smash her skull into the canvas with a sharp Hurricanrana Driver.

"...sO that'LL bE tHe Bacon-wraPPed wingS witH raNch dreSSin...weSterN bbQ BurgeR witH friES...and a dieT coKe...coMin righT uP, suGar~..." Cait began faintly recalling a random order from last Friday's dinner rush at her Hooter's restaurant amidst the fogged over haze whirling about her noggin. The exact reason as to why she currently seeing flying baskets of hot wings flying around her head wouldn't become apparent until much later, though she could faintly sense that it was because of the deceitful nun's continued insistence on being a grody little creepazoid with a severe God complex who cheats more than her ex.

Given how knocked loopy Caitlyn was, it seemed like it was only a matter of time before she eventually succumbed to gravity's pull anyway. But the not-so-saintly sister made the waitress' descent a head-banging certainty once Cait felt a pair of smooth thighs squeeze down on the sides of her face. A snapping motion whiplashing Cait's cranium into the canvas with breakneck speed and a sickening thud, the silver-haired Hoot's upper-half springing back up on impact with a dazed look in her eye before she'd flop over to her back to a wiggled jostle of her boobs. "COME ON CAIT!!! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT CHEATIN BIOTCH!!!" Haru colorfully making her voice be heard after having stifled it for long enough.

So satisfying. Driving this sinner’s skull in the mat filled Lucia with a divine strength, gave her a righteous fervor. She swore, she was growing stronger as the match went on, as her convictions proved just and true. The impact was deafening, the effects immediate, her opponent laid low by her assault.

There was only one single thing missing - support from her partner.

When Haru spoke up, cheering Caitlyn on, Lucia glared at her and then shot that same glare at Testament. The large woman was simply staring there with her arms folded, appearing bored by the affairs at hand, as if she were simply waiting for the match to end so she could get her own hands dirty. All well and good, but she could do more than just sit there. She looked between her partner and the jubilant Haru, until Testament finally seemed to pick up the point.

[color:e373=#ffoooo]”Yay.” And she pumped her fist as well. Exhilarating, truly.

Lucia just huffed at the depressing display, deciding it was better to focus on her work. She had a prone opponent to take advantage, and she knew precisely the best way to do it.

She stood up, took half a second to gauge the distance, then broke off in a run to a nearby corner, skipping along the way for an extra boost in the moment. When she reached the turnbuckle, she ran up the pads, and leaped off the top without even bothering to turn around, crossing her arms as she descended from above. From here, she put herself in the Lord’s hands, knowing He would guide her to the target, as He always did when she executed this move - Blind Faith!

What self-respecting former captain of the cheer-leading squad wouldn't know to rally the people behind a noble cause? And right now, no cause was more noble than rousing some life back into her downtrodden BFF. Who was...like, totally getting royally gypped by this very unorthodox orthodox sister. Haru was chomping at the bit to just dash in there and teach that evil little nun a lesson or two about restaurant manners, but she knew better than to let her friendship with Cait blind her into getting the silver-haired Hoot disqualified and make all of her toiling effort up to this point just go straight down the drain. But that didn't mean Haru had to like being side-line like this...as evidenced by her pouting face and thunderous storm clouds hovering above her head.

Meanwhile, Caitlyn herself had just finished serving up the customer's extensive order in her delirious daydreaming...allowing her to finally start regaining some cognizance of where she was in the real world. Mumbling incoherently from out of her placid lifelessness, Cait hiked a leg up at a knee-bended angle and started bobbing her swirling head up and down off the canvas. Valiant attempts to will herself out of her dizzied stupor, but in a flash the houselights above were blotted out for a millisecond before Lucia came splashing back first right across her unprotected breadbasket. "OOOPH!!!" The force of the landing having jostled the ring and smashed all the wind out of Cait's sails as she curled up into a ball with puffed up cheeks while twisting over onto her front, hugging her midsection with wheezing coughs while tapping her toes into the canvas.

As always, the lord guided Lucia to where she wanted to go.

There was truly no feeling quite like executing the move. The exuberance as she ran up the ropes. The exhilaration as she went flying, untethered from gravity. The sheer, crunching impact as her back collided with her opponent’s front, smashing them hard into the ring. It was all such a rush, and she sighed as she went flipping off of her target, rolling over just in time to view the lovely display of her foe racked with pain.

It was time to go for a pin, but that alone would not suffice. No, she needed to punish this sinner with something fitting, something that would allow her to reflect on her wayward, backsliding ways. To dominate with her best features.

As Caitlyn wallowed, Lucia crawled over and grabbed her shoulder, forcing it back down to the floor. She brought one leg over her foe’s head, stretched it out, and did a split above the Hoot’s head, one that had hips dropped down flush on the woman’s face. At the same time, she pressed her chest down with both hands, pinning her to the mat with an effective and embarrassing pinning maneuver.

The referee dropped down for the count, as Lucia looked over her shoulder and smiled. ”Enjoy.”

Caitlyn had, like zero idea what just totally blasted all of the wind out of her sails, but she felt safe in assuming it was that same conniving little sister who'd been the total bane of her existence up to this point anyway. Coughing up a storm and breathing chortled gasps gave a succinct indication of just how devastating that high-flying maneuver was, but if Caitlyn had any say in it's naming, she rather it be referred to as "Blind Luck". Because that's the only reason Lucia somehow managed to come splashing down on her without looking, and it was the only reason the cheating floozy was even winning this match in the first place.

Still, the frazzled Hoot was so fatigued and rattled by the last few minutes that she was beginning to contemplate tagging out...before reminding herself that this was a singles match. Old tag-team instincts would totally not avail her here...but before she could think of any actually legal strategy, she felt herself being twisted over and offered a fleeting glimpse of the roof-lights above before the view would just become total ass. Literally, regretfully. The Holy Woman's sanctimonious butt mushed atop the Hoot's bristling face, swelled breasts fondled by the despicable nun getting as far as a "2!" count. When the sweltered breath against Lucia's crotch was halted to what felt like a tongue against her backside...before a clenching bite showed the nun how much Cait "enjoyed" it.

Some might have questioned Lucia’s methods, here. If the annoyed, exasperated look that Testament made was any sign, she would count herself among such a vaunted number, no doubt seeing such a pin as a wasteful and overtly sexual gesture, the very sort of debasement they were seeking to villify.

And, to be sure, such a sentiment wouldn’t be wrong. But it would miss the point. What better way to show such a loose woman as Caitlyn the error of her ways than to have those ways shoved into her face before a defeat? This was all a part of pushing her to the proper past, in making her repent, and Lucia was sure that sealing her victory in such a way would bring about the desired effect.

So she sat, proud and smiling, as she waited for the referee’s count.

And then the wench bit her butt.

Lucia let out an undignified shriek at the sharp pain on her posterier and immediately jumped off her perch to rub her ripped rump. ”You harlot! You bit me!” She sat on her side and winced, dealing with the pain, but not before she showed her appreciation in the most blunt way possible - by shooting her leg out, kicking Caitlin in the side.

Meanwhile, the referee had her own commentary on the matter. ”Okay, the next time I hear about biting, you’re both disqualified!” She groaned and rose back to her feet, giving them space to resume. ”What is with you two?”

Just...ugh. How else could the hospitable Hooters hostess describe the last few minutes of being on the receiving end of one offensive wallop after another from this sinful sister. Who could justify being a closet perv all she wanted, but Caitlyn didn't recall any mentioning of this type of kink fueled gratification in the good book. At least not any version she heard of. Cait's so-called "sinfulness" being mashed down on to her and quite literally rubbing her mewling face in it, flummoxed and blushing though she was from Lucia squishing down on her boobs to a jiggling jostle that had Cait squirming about. But to no tangible results as the Hoot seemed well and thoroughly on the cusp of becoming the first victory for this rotten sister to gloat about vanquishing...

That was until Cait remembered how Lucia got out of her own similar predicament, the Hooter's sign flashing above her head once the idea came to mind with Cait biting into these pale hammocks. "Blegh!!! Ugh, you're such an uggo creepazoid!!!" The Hoot breathed in all of the fresh air she could after sitting up, readjusting her top while the referee started chastising them like a pair of cat-fighting siblings. "But like, SHE started it-" Lucia's kick to her side interrupted the waitress mid-retort, tossing Caitlyn over before beginning to stand back up but in a crouched stance on one knee. Appearing winded from the kick and holding her side, once Lucia started to approach her the riled up Hoot would gnash her teeth and spring forward with a gut checking spear right to the evil sister's abdomen.