A Fresh Start! Nic vs. Lady Lizbeth

MATCH TYPE: STANDARD STANDARD/HENTAI
VICTORY BY PINFALL, SUBMISSION, KO, OR ORGASM.
Hentai? Sweet.

It hadn't taken too long, but Nic had managed to score himself a debut match. Sure, he had to give up the reigns some and let his opponent have first pick at the type of match, but it had paid off. Pacing around in the locker room as he waited for the announcement, his tongue kept lashing along his lips as a nervous tick. Look, there was no chance this was any worse than anything he had dealt with before, right? Moments of his past flashed by his eyes, and a grimace formed on his face before he pushed it all away. No, not a chance. Besides, this was going to be fun. His opponent had insisted on hentai rules being allowed, and -- what, was he going to say no? I mean, wasn't that part of the reason he even came to AFW? Aside from the idea of getting a completely fresh start in a world that didn't know him, that was. He pulled himself over to his locker, peering at himself in the mirror. Clad in a pair of leather tights and a fashionably distressed blue coat, he looked about ready to take on the world, and he fucking was.


That's when he was called out, and a grin split his lips open. He rolled his shoulders for a moment as the strains of his opening began to blast over the loudspeakers. He made his way out to pitch-black -- and blue flames erupted from the sides, illuminating him in the glow, revealing the new contender in Tension. The crowd roared, and Nic moved over to the side -- and popped himself onto the railing that lined the audience from the ramp, a simple jump that looked like it took no effort from him as his hands knit behind his head. He could feel the audience members grabbing for his leg, but he just kept on walking, giving a couple of girls a wink and blew a kiss at each of them, before he popped off of the pole. He singled someone out at the front, and walked over as he shrugged out of his jacket. "Here sweetheart, mind holding this for me?" he asked of the cute girl. "I'll be looking for ya after the match, yeah?"

It was only then that he made his way up the staircase next to one of the corners and made his way into the ring, pushing the top rope up so he could slip under it and into the ring. He wasn't quite done though, as he climbed up the cornerpost and flexed those taut biceps for the crowd, giving a wink to the girl in the front row who held onto his jacket. After much more showboating than needed, he jumped off of the cornerpost, so he could stretch himself out and wait for his opponent.

Elisabeth let her breathing slow to the point some unskilled eye would think she was asleep while sitting in the middle of a meditation session. Every time the woman needed to focus and find her center practising her breathing while in a comfortable position always helped her get a down to earth situation. Opening her eyes she let her mind and body come back to reality as she slipped inside her wrestling gear and started with some stretching exercises. This would serve her to get ready for her match and also to test the limits of her attire. The people in the AFW in charge of the wardrobe were incredible as the fabric would fit her like a glove while maintaining flexibility so it also allowed Elisabeth complete freedom of movement.

As she got the final preparations ready, Lizbeth reflected on the brief conversation she had with her manager concerning that night’s match. At first that match was going to be a standard wrestling only, but after some talks Saeko managed to get not only hentai to be allowed but also be one of the victory stipulations. That was a great move coming from her manager and Lizbeth really appreciated that since, who would like to see her wrestle when she could add some sensuality and heat to the match with some lewd action? The just thought of it made her heart skip a beat, but she composed herself.

That night’s match would be a double debut, so Liz’s rival was a complete enigma. She only knew he was a man, bigger and heavier than her, and nothing more. Deciding to put an end to that she walked backstage just to catch some glimpses of her rival’s entrance. He looked really bigger than her, but some details wouldn’t escape Lizbeth, like the man looking gentle and maybe gentlemanly by giving his coat to some woman in the first row of seats. Curiosity was about to get the best of her when she heard her entrance theme start. It was her turn to make her entrance.

Entrance theme:

Lady Lizbeth hits the stage:

As she walked down the ramp and made her way to the ring Lizbeth tried her best to convey some simple message: someone different was arriving at the AFW, someone who wasn’t just the same in a different outfit. The way she moved was dignified and felt like she wasn’t walking but floating to the ring. Everything from the sway of her hips to the stepping of her long legs talked about her class and distinction, attracting all the looks and making the crowd awe at the sight of Lady Lizbeth.

When she finally made to the ring, Liz slipped between the ropes and gave a formal bow to the crowd that got a roaring ovation before turning to the center of the ring and look at her rival for the first time. He was well toned and looked really strong, so overpowering this one was out of the book. Of course Liz knew how to take advantage of stronger rival’s minds. “Good evening dear. My name is Lizbeth. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I heard it is your debut too, so let’s do something glorious, shall we?” she said with an inviting smile as she tried to test if she was capable of wooing that man.

Well, he knew that his opponent was a woman, but goddamn, that was a woman. Nic's eyes raked over Lizbeth's body as she approached, that skintight outfit showing every single one of her assets and accentuating them. His first thought was something along the lines of, Goddamn, now that's a wrestling outfit. She knew how she held herself too, the way she walked and the sway of those hips -- every movement was deliberate, it seemed, and Nic couldn't help but be enchanted. She would be a problem in the ring, that much was clear to him. Sure enough, the crowd went for a standing ovation as she made her way into the ring, and he couldn't blame them. She had done an amazing job, after all, and he couldn't help but clap himself for the woman as she bowed and turned around.

"Lizbeth, huh? I'll call you Liz, how about that?" he remarked simply, his lips pressing together into a grin. "Name's Nic Nightingale, but you can call me Nic. I heard you were the one who pushed for the hentai stips. Gonna make this an interesting one, I bet." He couldn't help but tease her slightly on that little negotiation that had taken place behind closed doors, even if she wasn't the one pushing for it herself. But surely, she'd notice that Nic hadn't let himself stare at that ample rack of hers. Perhaps wooing him over would be a little trickier than it would look. "You don't gotta worry about me, sweetheart. I'll make sure this ain't a match to miss."

With that, the bell would sound off, and he rolled his shoulders and neck lazily. He wasn't the type to underestimate his opponent, but he had to see if that kinda behavior would get to her. Regardless, he would move forward, as if offering her a lockup in the center of the ring.

Liz smiled as she had a good look at her rival for that night. The man packed a more than decent body frame with fit back and chest. He was bulky but not in a way that would make him look ugly. He donned some short pale hair and cold looking eyes that had some mystery to them. She couldn’t help but find her rival’s attitude interesting as the man introduced himself and commended her for pushing some hentai into the equation. Lizbeth was sure both of them would be happy she did in just some minutes.

But Nic’s playful tone directly clashed with his behavior that hinted some cunning strategy inside that mind of his. The man wasn’t falling prey to Lizbeth’s charms and it wasn’t as if that would ruin the woman’s ruse, but it would prove to be harder to woo that man. Instead of that Nic offered her starting their match with a test of strength, showing some wit as he was trying to force a situation in which he couldn’t lose. Because against that big, muscular body there wasn’t much that Lizbeth could do, but she wasn’t throwing the towel just now.

“Aaw, a test of strength?” Lizbeth started walking towards Nic with a playful, thirsty expression on her face. “After all the effort it took to get some hentai in this match you want to start with something as brutish?” One of Liz’s hands would slowly float until it reached Nic’s chest, two of her fingers fidgeting against it. “Isn’t there anything else you want to… test?”

Regardless of his attitude towards hentai in the match, there was one thing that was true -- he sure as hell had no experience in sex wrestling. So the idea of starting the match out with anything like that was the furthest from his mind. Sure, he figured that it would get there at some point; a natural resolution, as it were. In offering his test of strength, he did know he couldn't lose, but he figured that she might have other tricks up her sleeve. Maybe she would use his strength against him somehow, or something. But instead of even entertaining the idea, she asked to test something else, as those fingers danced across his chest.

"-- What, already?" he asked with a teasing tone, lowering his hands for a moment with a grin plastered on his lips. One hand reached over, though, moving to cup her chin for a moment as his face moved in a bit closer. "I'm used to girls being all over me, but d'ya really wanna skip all the foreplay?" His other hand moved, drifting along her ample bosom and her frame, all the way down to her waist. Given the chance, his hand would reach around her hips to keep her in place, their bodies pressing together. This is what she wanted, no? His hand would even go so far as to cup at her rear and squeeze it.

"Like this? This what you're asking?" he asked, that grin still perched on his lips. And, if she didn't do anything to pull herself away, she'd find out exactly why he was grinning so hard: the hard ... suplex he was planning! If she remained in place or didn't stop him, he would move his hand away from her chin and around her, while his other hand slipped down to her thigh so he could easily move to bend back and throw her in a snap suplex.

“Oh but aren’t you all over me already? I thought we had something special here...” Lizbeth pouted at Nic with her puppy eyes trying to work in her woo skills and make the man fall for her so he would stop thinking about the more physical part of fighting and would start in some different kind of physicality. And it looked like it was working since Nic wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer, making both their bodies press against each other highlighting the size difference between the two wrestlers. Liz gasped in approval as she noticed the man giving her butt a gentle squeeze. He would be satisfied because even through her wrestling hear Lizbeth’s curves were more than obvious.

“Definitely, getting close and personal like th- wha?” Lizbeth words were cut short when Nic’s trap sprung and the man got her rival in a snap suplex! “G-haah!” The impact against the mat left Liz rubbing her lower back and gritting her teeth in pain. She just couldn’t believe she had been fooled like that! But Lizbeth ideas wouldn’t end there. She could have started the match without an edge, but she wasn’t throwing the towel so easily. The woman was resolved to keep with her mind games. “You are a bad boy Nic, but I forgive you since you are quite handsome as well… You know, the mat isn’t that uncomfortable. Why don’t you come and give it a try?” Lizbeth was trying to allure her rival so the man would approach her and spring her trap, but only time will show if Nic would take the bite.

Lizbeth was ... interesting in her pursuits, to say the least. He looked a bit surprised as the woman began to try and pout at him, using those puppy dog eyes at him to try and ... well, do what? Was she trying to get him to stop from hurting her? Sure enough, as he pulled her in, she looked a bit more pleased. Sure, she was hot, and the body just didn't seem to fuckin' quit, but Nic wasn't the type to get distracted like that. And certainly not with a woman. The way her body fit against his was pleasing, those breasts pressing into his bare torso, those curves of hers... but his brain didn't linger too much. No, he had more pressing things on his mind -- like the suplex that he was throwing her in!

Sure enough, it managed to catch her almost completely off guard, and he couldn't help but smirk as he turned back at her. "What was that? I couldn't hear ya over the impact!" he taunted, bouncing from one heel to the next as he rolled his shoulders out, figuring that she would pop back up and the match would finally be underway, right? But no, not quite -- she was calling to him, trying to get him to get closer, he guessed? "The mat? Comfortable? Huh, well I suppose that'll make it easier for me to throw you down on it, knowing you like it so much."

Still, something was up. Surely, she wasn't still trying to attract him, to entice him with her sexuality? Rather than walk forward, he took a few steps backwards. This way, he could make a running start, rushing over to her. But rather than throw himself atop her right then and there, he would move to try and almost leap over her, or at least take a large step over her. His aim was instead the ropes to the side of her; this way, he could hop up onto the second rope and try to bounce himself off in a lionsault, right on top of her if she didn't try to avoid the move.

Seeing Lizbeth trying a non violent approach to a wrestling match was something that neared utter contradiction with the very nature of the career she had chosen to pursue, but that was her power. In a world based on conflict she had chosen to follow a very different path and fade all hostilities with, well, love. Liz would face every match with this in mind, keeping her agression to a minimum while showing her rivals how good could it be to make love and not war.

Even if that was a commendable goal and attitude, Lizbeth would need all of her charms and natural allure to woo her rivals in order to make them cease their fighting, and it was clear than most of the times only talking wouldn’t work with most of her combat eager rivals. In order to actually get her rivals on her pocket she needed to get over with the talking and start acting since it looked like Nic liked her teasing but always had some kind of fun teasing retort to her.

In order to get her loving started she needed to fool Nic into getting closer, but the man wasn’t just going to do so without throwing some moves. In fact, the man was toying with her with all his teasing. In the end, Lizbeth noticed what Nic was planning and decided to make a bold move. She would exchange the lionsault Nic was planning for some contact. She wouldn’t try avoiding Nic’s strike, instead, she would get ready and brace for impact because her rival’s size was big and it would get some damage done, but with enough resilience she would be enough to resist the pain and quickly reposition so she could wrap her legs around Nic’s waist and her arms around his neck in a loving manner. “Seems like you finally decided to join me. What now?”, Liz said with a whisper to his ear while hotly gasping from the lionsault, her legs squeezing him while her lips got oh so close to his ear and neck.

Oh, it absolutely was a strange situation that Nic didn't ... quite know what to do with, if he was being quite honest. Sure, AFW was known for its sex wrestling, but she seemed to be avoiding the wrestling part and going all in on the sex. She wasn't responding with any moves, just trying to seemingly seduce him. The woman was certainly beautiful, but he wasn't the type to get distracted from what he was doing because of sex. Well. At least, that's what he thought. He couldn't doubt that a cute boy was known to attract his attention, perhaps even more than a cute girl would, but that was besides the point. He was just sure that this method of fighting with him wouldn't work.

The lionsault landed perfectly, surprisingly enough to Nic. He figured that the woman would have rolled away or done something other than lie there and take it, but she sure did take the brunt of the move, causing the man to grin a bit. But the grin quickly slipped from his face as she wrapped herself around him, those legs slipping around his waist and her arms around his neck to keep him in place, though even those limbs weren't doing that much damage on him. No, they were more firm than hard. Which was when she leaned in to whisper in his ear. A shudder slipped through his body from the feeling. He could practically feel those lips lingering close to his skin, the heat of her breath on his ear, his neck, and his eyes slipped closed for a moment as a small groan came from his lips. He was starting to enjoy it, sure. Even if it wasn't what he typically looked for -- well, he wasn't fucking dead. This shit was hot, feeling those breasts against his back, her lips so close to his skin...

"Mmh -- isn't this a wrestling match?" he asked, moving to try and push himself off of the mat, even if that involved tugging her up with him. His hands would move to try and push himself up. "You're a beautiful woman, but you might wanna try... using some holds. Just sayin'." If he could pull himself up, he would try and push himself to his feet, and even if she was on him, he would try and keep her in place -- so he could turn around and throw himself back into a corner, to use the turnbuckles to get her to release him. Yeah, this was having an effect, all right.

It definitely looked like the seductive, alluring approach Lizbeth decided to take wasn’t working at all against Nic. The man looked just too resolved and focused to let the mature woman’s charms break his concentration and that was proving to be quite the hassle. Lizbeth had trusted her sensual instincts to allure the man and bring the more heavy hitting part of the fight out of the question, but Nic would need some more convincing before he would drop his guard and strikes, and that disappointed Lizbeth to certain point as she expected a much steamier kind of match after pushing hentai on the stipulations. Were her charms not enough? The man acknowledged her as a beauty, but he looked so professional to lower his guard because of that. That was a challenge, and Lizbeth liked a good challenge.

In the end it looked like Lizbeth taking the lionsault had no use at all as Nic was still willing to fight. Even with the woman wrapping around his body, the man managed not only to get on his feet while dragging Lizbeth around, but also to slam himself against a turnbuckle in order to damage the woman and try getting himself released. “Ooomph!” Liz noticed her hold around Nic’s body weakening and at that point clinging to it would only be a hinder to her chances, so she let the man go. “Fine… let’s have it your way then.” Lizbeth adopted a guard pose, looking a little more focused and resolved about having an actual fight in there. She would let Nic be the one dictating the rhythm though as she thought she wouldn’t be able to overpower him with strength but with wit. And even if now she was going to wrestle some she hadn’t forgotten about that approach she still wanted for the match.