Aiden Murray vs ??? - The Audition

Match Type: Lumberjack Collar Match
Victory Conditions: The first wrestler to lock a collar around the neck of the other will be the winner. Wrestlers at ringside are tasked with getting either competitor back into the ring if they leave it, and may physically engage to any extent they deem necessary in the process.
Special Rules: The winner will claim ownership of the loser indefinitely.

This still didn’t feel real. Not the match he was about to compete in, and not the amazing visit with Veronica that had set this all up. He had walked into the therapist’s office expecting a standard psych evaluation, and somehow it had turned into by far the best domination session he had ever experienced, which was no small feat. Hardly a moment had passed since that Aiden hadn’t been thinking about that unforgettable day. And in those few moments where he wasn’t thinking about that, he had been thinking about tonight.

Even beyond the stipulations, this was no ordinary match he was scheduled for tonight. It was a match made by Veronica, exercising the power to book Aiden’s matches as per their agreement. And it was against someone who could potentially become his mistress tonight, someone the therapist had claimed would be just as fit for the role as the stunning therapist herself. Praise of that magnitude made Aiden profoundly excited to meet this woman. But he also couldn’t help but wonder if it was even possible to clear a bar as high as the one Veronica had set, though she had seemed quite confident that wouldn’t be an issue. That helped to ease his anxieties somewhat.

His mind had been a swirling cluster of thoughts like these as he had paced back and forth backstage near the curtain for several minutes now, though the wait had felt like an eternity. Finally, Aiden’s heart almost seemed to skip a beat when he recognized the opening notes of his entrance theme, letting him know the time had come. Deep breath in, deep breath out. “Alright… Don’t think too much, Aiden... Just go out there and do your stuff, and you’ll be fine…” he told himself, taking one more big breath to relax himself before he strode out onto the stage.

Theme:

Aiden:

With the big smile he wore and the confidence he held in his posture, anyone seeing Aiden now never wouldn’t have guessed he had been feeling so nervous about tonight. Waving to some of the fans and slapping hands with a few along the front row as he made his way down the ramp, he came to the end and nimbly hopped up onto the apron. He grabbed the top rope, crouched a bit, then catapulted himself into a full front flip, coming down to land easily on his feet. The acrobatic display earned Aiden a wave of fresh cheers, which put a smile on his face as he walked into his corner. He pulled off his jacket and shirt, dropping them outside the ring just by the corner, then turned his eyes toward the stage and locked them there. Any moment now he would finally get to see the woman whose prowess as a mistress Veronica had so confidently praised. And Aiden was going to do everything in his power to impress her and win her favor.

The anticipation was intense, each second feeling like an hour as he awaited the woman’s arrival...

“This deal right here is bullshit, and you absolutely suck. Just want to make sure you know that.”

It took Rose a moment to muster any response, too busy looking at the big screen above their heads to give her partner much thought for a few moments. The two of them were watching as Aiden Murray - made his appearance, strutting his way down to the ring, looking tall and proud . He had good reason to be, too - the man was handsome, well-built, stacked. He was going quite a lot of attention amongs the straight female and gay male crowd in the AFW, and Rose could sympathize. While she wasn’t too picky about her victim’s when it came to physique, she had to say that he was quite a standout. When this match had been offered to her, she had painted the mental picture of some skinny, whiny, weak little punk, the kind of man that even the frailest domme could dominate. This was the rare time she was glad to be proven wrong.

A shame her partner didn’t see it that way. ”Seriously. Explain again - why can’t we just make this a handicap?”

Rose finally sighed and spun about on her heel, facing towards Thorn. The brute of a woman wasn’t too far off, just busy slamming her fist into a sandbag they had set up in the gorilla position, a little something to help warm up before the match started. She was throwing the punches a little too harder than she thought it was meant for, though. Putting some actual aggression into it. ”Come on. You’re not really mad about all this, are you?” She started strutting Thorn’s way, deliberately planting her heel with each step. ”You didn’t care one bit about this before. What changed?”

”I found out the guy was hot, that’s what changed.” She pointed at the screen. ”Look at him. He’s got fucking abs. Got better abs than me.” She thumped her stomach, as if that proved her point, then gawked as Aiden flipped his way into the ring in a dazzling display. Rose probably could’ve counted the men in Tension capable of doing that move with one hand. “Look at that! Fuck. Can’t you just let us switch up? Me inside, you inside?”

Rose shook her head and reached up to pull her hat on tighter. ”Too late, now. But don’t worry, I’ll send him out of the ring a few times. You’ll get your playtime. And once he’s mine-”

”Ours.” Thorn snapped that one on quick, throwing a hot glare her way.

”Ours, excuse me.” She did her best to keep back a giggle. Her partner was too cute like this. ”Once I win and take him back, you’ll have all the time in the world with him. Once he’s healed up, naturally.”

”Yeah, yeah. Holding you hard to that shit.” Thorn finally sagged, easing up and deflating as she accepted the situation. It was never that serious, she just needed to vent. ”Give me a straight weekend with him, though. Solid two days.”

”Bello, quite doable.” She thumbed towards the curtain as Aiden’s music faded and hers began. ”Now. Shall we go meet our new pet?”

A moment later and the pair were making their way down the ramp, Rose out in front while Thorn stalked from behind, moving to the slow, sensual sounds of her theme music. The lights grew dim and rose petals blew along their path, drifting in the wind as she approached. She held a collar and leash in her hand and at her side, letting it lazily drag along the floor as she went.

She gave it all, you gave her shit
She coulda done just anything, or anyone
'Cause she's a goddess, you never got this...

The crowd was suitably hyped - though she and Thorn hadn’t made too many appearances, in the small time they’d been running they managed to amass a fairly decent fanbase, with many in the crowd still remembering their dominant and lewd victory over Bangarang. Two tall, powerful, barely clothed and provocative women - they were Tension at its core, depending on who you asked, and they certainly ticked more than a few boxes on more than a few lists.

Rose appreciated the support, but paid it little heed. She wasn’t one to play to the audience, and even if she were, she wouldn’t have been today. No, her focus was only on the ring and the man inside, and her gaze never broke from him as she strolled down the ring, heels lightly tapping along the metal, her eyes gleaming from underneath her visor.

You put her down, you liked her hopeless
To walk around feeling unnoticed, you shoulda crowned her
'Cause she's a goddess, you never got this…

Thorn broke away when they reached the bottom of the ramp and started a slow circuit around the ring, staring up at Aiden with her good eye and licking her lips as she moved through the gloom. Rose, on the other hand, made her way up the steps and onto the apron, walking along the edge of the ring, sliding a couple of her fingers along the top rope as she went. When she reached the middle, she brought her leg over the middle rope and slithered her way inside, showing off the curve of her bare back as she rubbed along the rope.

She entered the ring and stood there for a moment, leaning against the ropes as she got a better look at Aiden from head to toe. Veronica hadn’t lied and Thorn wasn’t off - he was a wonderful specimen, a full bodied man. Even if their paths hadn’t pulled them together, she would’ve wanted a match like this against him at some point. A body like this wouldn’t stay unclaimed for long.

Now you gotta deal with this glitch on your shoulder
Fuckin' with a goddess, and you get a little colder…

”Yes. Yes.” Rose finally walked towards him as her music started to die down, and only stopped her stroll right before him, as she handed off the collar and leash to the referee with the bare minimum regard. The two of them were about the same height, or close enough that she could look him in the eye dead on and see every feature, make out even the tiniest details. And he did have lovely eyes. A deep, blackish blue.

”Aiden Murray. Ciao.” She leaned forward, putting their faces mere inches away. “We finally meet. It’s a pleasure.”

Aiden may have been the quietest in the arena when the two women emerged onto the stage, but there wasn’t a single soul in the building tonight whose excitement could hope to match his own. He had seen Rose and Thorn’s match against Bangarang. More than once. Needless to say, he appreciated their work. But there was a difference between seeing them on a screen, and being the sole, real target of Rose’s gaze. Aiden felt like he had frozen in place while her eyes lingered on him, as if moving might break some silent command that he didn’t dare to violate. The match hadn’t even started yet. Hell, neither of them had even entered the ring yet, and Aiden was already feeling a near-instinctive urge to submit himself to their will. A part of Aiden had come into this worried that Veronica might have set the bar too high. But now, each step they took toward the ring eroded at those fears, so much so that he almost felt stupid for having ever doubted the therapist’s judgement.

Thorn was the first to split off, beginning to circle the ring from the outside. Aiden noticed her stare, and the tongue lashing over her lips. He was reminded of the closing moments of the Bangarang match, where Thorn had ridden Lyla’s face, smothering her unconscious while the girl licked her sex voraciously, and then ultimately climaxing on her. Aiden would have loved to be in that exact spot himself. Now he had a good feeling that if all went well tonight, he just might get to experience it after all.

His eyes then shifted to Rose, who was ascending the steps and sauntering along the apron. It almost seemed odd that her pants, despite appearing to be fairly baggy, still managed to show and accentuate the figure of her legs and hips. And those boots… He distinctly remembered how she had scraped them across Ellie’s face, but only after resting her boot on the girl’s face as if it were a mere footstool. Some might’ve found it odd that he looked at her lower half before the upper, considering how little of the latter was covered. But Aiden was a lower body guy. Legs, feet, hips and ass, in no particular order, were where his eyes tended to wander first when looking at an attractive woman. That said, when his eyes did move up to her torso, he was more than pleased with what he saw. Seeing the collar being handed off to the ref, it had taken a small effort not to just let her put it on him now. He wouldn’t, because Veronica had stressed that a sincere effort in the match on his part was essential if he wanted any chance of impressing Rose. A pair of very thin, narrow straps that came right over the dominatrix’s nipples were the only bit of covering on her entire upper body. Not a thing was left to the imagination, and Aiden found himself fighting an urge to lick his own lips at the welcoming sight of her breasts. Her eyes seemed to pierce through his very soul while they scrutinized him.

“The pleasure’s all mine,” he replied with a smile, though he found doing so took more effort than he would’ve expected. Trying to focus in the presence of this woman, especially under these circumstances, was far from a simple task. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Can’t wait to find out just how much of it is true.”

The referee was just about to separate them so she could call for the opening bell. But just then, Aiden noticed that Thorn was still the only one at ringside despite the lumberjack stipulation for the match. An oversight, perhaps? No, not likely. Veronica had made this match herself, which told him this was deliberate. Was it a power play designed to tell Aiden that Thorn was all that was needed to keep him contained and under control? Or, was this merely a way to allow the larger woman to get directly involved without fear of accidentally disqualifying her partner? Whatever the case, he’d have to figure it out on the fly. It was time to kick things off!

DING!

When Veronica had described Aiden to Rose, she’d gotten the impression of him as a sturdy man, strong, fit and capable, but she wasn’t sure what to make of him on a personal level. Oh, the therapist had spoken of him with glowing terms, and that certainly carried some weight, but there was only one way to see if there could be chemistry. A lack of that could ruin this right away. She had known more than a few D/s where neither partner did anything wrong, where they were both suitable, reasonable people - but they simply didn’t click. Not all types were compatible.

But right away, from the first sentence Aiden spoke, she could tell that wouldn’t be the case. Maybe even before that.

She had been studying him carefully from the moment she came into the ring, taking note of where his interests laid, trying to gauge what he thought of all this. Impressed, no doubts there, but impressed by what? He had interest in Thorn, trying to parse what her role would be in all this, but his focus came back to the more pertinent matter soon enough.

There was lust in Aiden’s eyes, a hunger as he looked her over, but there was something else, something she didn’t always see in her subs. Respect was here, an appreciation for who she was, and the words he spoke only made the inkling more real. ”The pleasure is all yours, yes - if I allow it. Only if.” She kept her smile, her poise, but laced her voice with force. The kind of authoritative, commanding tone she’d honed over a decade.

Stepping back, she caught his glances towards Thorn, who was still busy eyefucking him from ringside ash she circled. “And if you’re concerned about Thorn - I’ll only feed you to her if you bore me. I’m sure that won’t be a problem, will it?”

As fun as all this teasing was, it couldn’t last. The bell rang, the match began and Rose decided to hit the ground running - quite literally. Her typical modus operandi was to begin in a slow crawl to feel her foe out, but she decided to forego that to see how well he kept his guard up. How well he handled pressure.

Rose charged in with arms open to force him into a tie-up, plowing forward with a rush of full strength. Her goal was twofold - first, to push him all the way to the turnbuckle and pin him there., but also to feel his chest against her own, to press her breasts against his pecs, to let her hot breath waft into his ear.

Aiden had met and experienced dominatrixes of just about every level of quality. Naturally, the importance of the physical aspect could not be overstated. However, equally important, if not even moreso, was believability. Aiden had had a few sessions ruined by a dominatrix who did all the right things physically but insisted on speaking like a high school theater actor reciting lines they had memorized. The same issue was prevalent in femdom videos, which was why he often muted them when watching.

Then there were women like Veronica, who had ordered him to worship her feet as naturally as she had asked him to take a seat when he had first walked in her office. That was the key. Some just had it naturally, or worked to perfect themselves in the role. To say that Rose was the same as Veronica would not have been accurate. The two women had different energies about them that Aiden couldn’t quite articulate yet, but would no doubt spend a lot of time pondering later. Regardless, he could tell the confidence radiating from Rose as she walked and filling her voice as she spoke was genuine. She wasn’t playing a dominatrix for the crowd or for the show. This was who she was.

Her comment about Thorn brought a chuckle from the Canadian. “Not at all,” he replied, and then his lips had just started to form an “m” sound before he cut himself off. Aiden had almost finished that response by addressing Rose as “mistress,” but had to remind himself there was still a match to wrestle before they would be at that point.

When the bell rang Aiden put his hands up and initially started to circle his foe, but was surprised when she decided to rush in toward him instead. More often than not, wrestling seductresses opted to start slow, giving the opponent some time to drink in their looks and curves while they slowly sauntered around before getting into the action. But Rose wasn’t trying to do what anyone expected of her. She was making the decisions, wanting to dictate the pace from the start, choosing when they would engage. Left with little choice but to comply, Aiden lunged his arms out and locked up with Rose’s. Feeling her breasts push against his frame was profoundly distracting. Not at all opposed to the thought of being driven back and pinned against the corner like this, Aiden found himself forced back a couple steps before he finally stopped.

He was reminded of his spar with Veronica, and how he had given her the opening to trap him in a rear naked choke to see what she would do with it. Aiden had loved what came after. But he also remembered Veronica cautioning him that he would need to try his best if he wanted Rose to accept him. Doubling his resistance, he grunted while pushing back, trying to drive the dominatrix back toward the middle of the ring.

Aiden’s little near slip hadn’t gone unnoticed by Rose, her head tilting to the side a few degrees with a curious glance. Veronica had told him the man was a natural submissive, but that could’ve meant a great many things. No two slaves were the same, after all, and this one - this potential one - was already slipping into the role. On some level, she had won before the bell even rang. He was hooked on her claws. In deep. There was so much she could work on with that.

She had wanted to know how well Aiden handled sudden pressure, how well he could do on his feet, and he was gifted with that answer right away. She plowed into him, drove him back hard. He was forced to move back, but not as far as she expected, only getting a couple of feet before he slammed on the brakes. Rose was about to push even harder, dedicating more of her strength to the effort, when he surged forward forced her away, returning them to the center of the ring.

”Oy, Rose!” Thorn called out from the sidelines, giving the apron a slap along with it. ”Turn him to the side a little, want a good look at his ass.” Rose huffed a laugh out, then complied, wrenching Aiden hard with a sudden jolt to put her back towards her partner. ”Thanks, appreciate it.”

Right. Back to business.

Rose was reasonably certain she was the stronger between the two of them, but Aiden was no weakling, boasted enough power to make overcoming him a waste of an effort. ”Determination. That’s what I want to see.” She moved in closer now, pressing her lips beside his ear. ”But can you keep up?” A light nibble on his lobe. The smallest touch. ”Can you…”

Rose pushed up and ducked down with a quick switch, letting go of the grapple with arm. He ducked under Aiden and tried to come out behind him with the other arm still in her clutches, looking to put him into a hammerlock.

If he had been asked before the bout to guess who was physically stronger between him and Rose, Aiden likely would have guessed that advantage was his. They were the same height, but Aiden was pretty sure he was heavier. And, such an assumption was one often made by men who had as little experience wrestling women competitively as Aiden had. He had made a similar assumption when sparring with Veronica. And while Aiden perhaps could have put a stronger effort in then, he had still learned just how greatly he had underestimated the therapist’s strength when she knocked him out cold with a rear naked choke, and nearly crushed his midsection with her body scissor. Rose was likely also stronger than he would’ve guessed just looking at her. But this time, Aiden didn’t intend to make it so easy to punish him for a miscalculation like that.

Once the Canadian began to push back, managing to bring them back out to the middle of the ring. But that’s where Rose bore down and cut his progress off, bringing them to an apparent stalemate. Aiden understood this meant it likely he had gotten this far more by surprising Rose than by overpowering her. And he was then briefly distracted by Thorn’s playful comment, and Rose’s abrupt turn to move him in position to give her the angle she wanted. Aiden couldn’t help but blush a little, even while letting out a small chuckle. It was flattering, funny, and a little embarrassing all at once, though he tried to stay focused.

But Rose didn’t make that easy. The way she leaned in, speaking into his ear with that hypnotizing voice of hers before lightly nibbling on his lobe, it all made his mind focus on everything it shouldn’t be focusing on. Like how great it felt having her chest press so firmly against his own, or the pleasing feeling of being complimented by her, and all the different ways a woman like this could “reward” him for earning her approval tonight or in the future. He hardly even noticed her moving again until she had already grabbed his arm, and by then it was far too late to stop her from securing the hammerlock.

Aiden grimaced while his arm was bent back, but the silver lining behind Rose applying the hold was that it helped snap him back into focus. Normally the go-to move here would be to reach between his legs, grab one of Rose’s, and try to pull it out from under her. But a gut feeling told him that might be too predictable. “Alright then…” he muttered under his breath. Then he abruptly dropped down while twisting his body sideways through the air. While doing so he stuck one leg out in front of Rose’s legs while throwing the other behind them, trying to use the motion to trip her forward with a drop toe hold.

Rose didn’t merely apply the hammerlock, she also put herself in a prime position to deal with any contingencies. Legs spread wide, base solid, she wouldn’t be so easy to catch with a quick reach between her legs. And if he tried, well, she did have an arm back there that wasn’t busy holding him in place. If, say, an adventurous hand were to present itself in an awkward position, said hand might find itself pulled by the wrist, leaving him in a less-than-flattering state.

God, she wanted him to try it.

In the meanwhile, though, she was content to hold him like this, keeping the man under her control. She could feel the power raging through his body, all the effort it took to hold him like this, even in such a dominant position. He wasn’t the strongest man Rose had ever come across, but he was athletic all across the board, a body that worked well in tandem, with little room for improvement. There was much to admire, here, and she needed her own way to vent the growing steam.

Wrenching the hold tight, she leaned forward and left her lips close to his ear. Her eyes met with him in the periphery of their vision. ”You’re going to scream my name before this is over.” Rose’s words were hungry, fiery, wild. ”Over and over.”

It was a promise, and one she intended to keep, but not a simple one. If that wasn’t clear before, the point would be drive home as Aiden escaped her hold with a slick drop toe hold, catching her leg and flipping her forward. It had been a while since Rose was caught in this move, with so few wrestlers being technically proficient these days, and there was no ignoring the reality - he caught her off guard. She fell forward, so fast that her hat nearly left her head, and it was only a split-second reflex that allowed her hands to come up in time to cushion her fall. Even so, it was an awkward position, one that gave Aiden her back to do with as he pleased, and she knew better than to stay there for long. Scrambling, she tried to pull her legs free and rise, so that she would at least be in a better position for whatever he would follow up with.

The words spoken into Aiden’s ear were like an enchanting spell, one powerful enough that he almost lost focus on his situation. Her sultry voice contained genuine desire, determination even. This didn’t sound at all like something said merely for the purpose of throwing him off his game and getting him flustered. To Aiden, it sounded more like Rose was already planning and envisioning all the different ways she would dominate him once he belonged to her. There was a serious temptation again to let up, lower his guard and just take whatever Rose wanted to give him, knowing he would probably enjoy every single second of it.

But lust can go as quickly as it comes. And if Aiden gave in too quickly, he’d run the risk of boring the dominatrix and killing any interest she had in “making him scream her name.” As difficult as it was for him, he had to stay the course and keep putting his full effort into this match.

The drop toe hold succeeded in tripping Rose to the mat, but Aiden wasn’t foolish enough to believe she’d just stay there and wait for him to capitalize. As the dominatrix was picking herself up, Aiden too was quickly scurrying back to his feet. He hurried to her back just before she was fully vertical, trying to wrap his arms around her waist.

“Sounds like fun! Guess we’ll find out if you can really make that happen,” he said, responding to her comment. Even though they both knew he very much wanted the dominatrix’s prophecy to become reality, Aiden hoped his challenging words would reflect his intentions to keep this competitive and fun for Rose. As if emphasizing the thought, Aiden would then begin to tightly squeeze his arms around the woman’s waist, applying a reverse bear hug.

Rose was almost always smiling to some degree - sometimes a small grin, sometimes a full one, often a malicious curl. This night was no exception, either, as her face had been bearing a soft, happy look all night long. It was often part of her allure, a way to always seem in control even if things were turning out of her hands. In wrestling, much like in BDSM, perception could go a long way.

But here, it wasn’t an act - not fully, anyway. She was quite enjoying herself.

In part, this match was a way to have some genuine challenge for once. She so rarely had a chance to put her full wrestling training to use, these days, so often dabbling in seduction and subterfuge. She didn’t mind, of course, but it was important that she stay sharp, that she didn’t forget the barebones she was raised on, and Aiden was already showing his worth in that regard.

The drop toehold. Simple. Effective. It took her off guard and it really shouldn’t have, the sort of basic move that was a staple in any well-rounded wrestler’s repertoire, and one she didn’t see too often in the AFW. He executed it well, too, and used the moment to get her from behind, snagging her up in a tight bearhug that drove the air out of her body.

She grimaced, clenched her teeth at the pain, but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant. Strong arms around her waist, abs pressed against her back, rippling chest along her shoulder blades...yes, yes, she could grow accustomed to this.

”Yes.” She bit her lip and reached down, running her hands along the sides of his hip and caressing those taut, tight muscles. ”Yes, we will.”

Rose planted her feet and backpedaled, driving back with all the force she could muster to ram Aiden into the nearest turnbuckle and sandwich him there. Their time there wouldn’t be wasted, either - she would take the opportunity to drag her ass along his lap, teasing him with a quick, grinding dance, even as the referee tried to pull them apart.