Queens Meet Queen

”Hello, Friction.” Rose’s sultry voice echoed across the arena, gifting the audience with her Italian tones. ”We’re back.”

Before this moment, it had been a rather substandard episode of Friction. No title matches were scheduled, none of the bigger names were on the card. There had only been one hentai match despite the show already reaching its second hour, and that one had been pitably short, ending when one girl barely put up a fight and got steamrolled. That was fine for the bondage fans, but those wanting an actual match came away, sadly, disappointed.

Fans were starting to leave early, heading for the exits. Management was panicking, fingers were being pointed, and there was a desperate push to get something in the ring, anything, that could spark a little interest.

Rose and Thorn, to the rescue.

The two of them hadn’t even been in attendance for anything specific, they’d just come to watch like everyone else. They were officially Tension talent, but they enjoyed the site of lovely ladies whipping each other around the ring as much as anyone else, and they couldn't find anything better to do with their Saturday night. All they’d wanted was to watch the show, have a few drinks, maybe pick up someone and have a little fun with them at the house. Simple evening.

Instead, they’d been spotted and offered overtime pay if they did a callout for a match. It was a desperate move to bring the audience back and salvage the show, but not a bad one - after all, the two of them had put on a tantalizing show several months ago, when they tore apart the debuting Bangarang in steamy, sensual, sadistic fashion. The idea of a repeat would be enough to put horny butts back in seats.

So, after a quick change of attire, they were here, standing in the middle of the ring, microphones in hand and every eye turned their way. Perfect.

The two of them were getting quite a reaction, which brought a smile to Rose’s face and a smirk to Thorn’s. ”I see we’re remembered. That’s good to see, isn’t it, Thorn?”

”Oh, it’s fucking great, Rose.” The brawny brawler leaned over the ropes and smacked her lips, giving a wink to a particularly eager guy in the front row. ”All that energy. You all must’ve really gotten off on seeing us fuck those pretty young things’ brains out, huh?”

That got a rousing applause from the crowd, a strong affirmative, and Thorn couldn’t help but shiver at the memory of it. It was the main reason she’d agreed to go along for this unplanned work on her day off. ”Do you know what I think, Thorn?”

”Yeah, but we’ll say otherwise for the bit.”

”I think,” She strode forward with her finger pointed to the sky. ”That we should try to recapture the magic. Another match. Another girl. Another hot, sweaty time. But who?”

Thorn nodded and stepped away from the ropes as she tapped her chin, pretending to ponder the question. ”A good question.” She bent over with a come hither stare, aimed at the nearest cameraman, giving him - and the rest of the world - quite a show. ”Someone in the back is just chomping at the bit to come out and play. Maybe you think you stand a chance, want to make a name for yourself. Maybe you like a little pain. Just come on out, say hello. We won’t bite.”

”We’ll scratch, slap, spank, whip, squeeze, smother, choke, slam, bend and break.” Rose blew a few hairs away from her face, making sure her look of feigned innocence wasn’t missed. ”But bite? No, not tonight.”

And there was the bait. Now Rose and Thorn waited, curious to see who’d come nibbling.

An open challenge? How thoughtful of these Tension talent, to try and save this middling show with their star power alone.

Ah, star power was such a lovely thing. Put eyes on the ring, kept viewers in their seats and made matches that were boring more forgivable.

Oh, and make stars in return. Whenever someone with that sort of popularity lost? It made the winner look so much better, gets more eyes on them... One win is all it took for a wrestler who was doing nothing to be able to do anything. Overlooked wrestlers suddenly got very noticed, dominant wrestlers got to showcase their dominance, those itching for a chance to just get on TV got that and more.

And debuting wrestlers sent the biggest message they could. The challenge was set and the two were waiting for a response, and soon enough,an unknown theme began to blare out to the crowd over the speakers. A bit of confusion, a bit of excitement in the air, when finally, the woman behind the music walked through the curtain and exposed herself.

Spoiler:

"Well well well..." That icy voice spoke into the microphone in hand, music cutting off to let her speak, those brown eyes staring out towards the ring and eyeing Rose and Thorn with malicious intent glimmering within them. "The desperation must be real, if we have you two in the ring. But, it makes you perfect fodder."

"My name is officially Kathleen Hendricks... but please, do not call me that. There are few worthy enough to utter that name. For all of you peasants in the arena, and including the TRASH in the ring, call me... Queen of Domination."

This Queen of Domination stood at around 5'8", 5'9", weighing at 135lbs give or take, and was currently wearing a black leotard, her tall, toned yet lithe frame hidden behind the shiny material, with calf-high boots and wrist tape completing the look. "I'll be honest, I wasn't even scheduled to wrestle tonight. I was suppose to be out here next week, against some nobody peasant, but instead, with that challenge you so kindly put out?" Kathleen continued to talk, her tongue dragging over her teeth and her fingers splayed over her chin. "Now I can actually make my debut MEAN something, by leaving you both incapacitated. So thank you, girls. I hope the pay was worth it."

And with that, she began to walk her way to the ring, giving stink-eyes to the ramp-side fans who were getting too excited looking at her.

Rose didn’t know exactly who would answer the call, but she had her suspicions. The AFW was rife with little subbies who lived for this sort of thing, solely joined to come out and be dominated in the middle of the ring. They lead to some of Friction’s more interesting and lucrative matches, and she knew they would be all too eager to come out and be the meat in their little sandwich.

What happened in reality, however, was quite different than her expectations, and quite a bit more interesting.

Rose and Thorn’s eyebrows rose in unison as a long and lean woman came out from the curtains. A dominatrix like themselves, and they could tell before she even spoke a word from the way she carried herself, the eyes, air of authority that seemed to radiate from her body like heat from a furnace. When she spoke, it only hammered home what they could tell, and they exchanged smirks and glances as she made her way down to the ring.

Bold, this one. She was tall and well-built, but so were they, and they had the numbers on her - you wouldn’t have known that to look at her face, however. Rose found herself scanning every inch of the woman, as if trying to find an inch of her that displeased, but she was coming up short from head to toe.

”Calling dibs.”

Rose hissed as Thorn spoke up and stepped forward, already moving to Kathleen’s front with her hands on hips. She stood over the woman, breasts jutting out and looking down on her, her eyes narrowed in a wicked gleam. Marking her territory.

”Fine, fine.” Rose grumbled but waved it off and took steps away from them, waving a referee over as she strutted towards the corner. ”But don’t be greedy. I expect to have my turn, Thorn.”

Kathleen knew that there would be a few excited girls who wanted to get their debuts in or who were desperate enough to take a 2v1 in order to get any sort of TV time or the tiniest hope of getting a victory, so she knew she had to come out quick. And when she did, she soaked in the atmosphere. Some fans were silent, not knowing who she was, some were excited at the prospect of a new woman on the roster and cheered. It didn't much phase the Queen either way as she tapped on her mic and spoke, accepting the challenge and strutting her way to the ring.

Of course, the Queen could see how things looked. 2 against 1, she'd be easy pickings. Well, just looking at a big brute like Thorn, she looked highly outclassed by the woman, but Kathleen thought differently, seeing her as a mound of muscle and not much else. Once she got her down to the ring, she could put her in agony while those big muscles flailed worthlessly. And Rose, she had the same sort of look about her as Kathleen did. A slim, tall woman who looked inflicting pain on others, a fellow dominatrix she was. She'd be more worthy of her attention, but still, a woman who called herself the 'Queen Of Domination' wasn't exactly humble or unsure of themselves, and the debutee was confident enough in her own ability to defeat the two.

Standing in the ring, it was Thorn first who approached, standing over Kathleen with her hands on her hips and her thick tits jutting out. She sure thought she was hot shit, and it made her gag. As the referee came out to make this match official, the newcomer waited until they were in the ring and trying to separate the two to lift up a hand, reaching out to smack her palm right against the cheek of the bigger woman, before backing up into her own corner.

She was looking to make a statement, and pissing off this big bull was part of that plan.