Andromeda Jane vs. Annette Weber - Stargazing

Rules: Standard Rules.
Victory Conditions: Victory obtained through repeated orgasms. The match concludes when one competitor can no longer continue.


Annette had become a rather busy bee these past couple of months. Between her recent award and a slew of matches that couldn’t have gone any better if she had a night alone with each of them, she was taking on some more responsibilities around AFW. Scheduling, merchandise, photoshoots, personalized signatures. Her entire career had suddenly turned into an excess of public relations stunts and bonus signings. She was beyond happy when she finally got the call for another match. That was what brought her to the arena tonight.

To Andromeda.

That must have been the most interesting name that Annette had come across in four years of wrestling and seven years of modeling. AFW was chock-full of unique characters that hungered for the spotlight and seemed eager to take every chance they could to stand out, but something in the back of the Norwegian's head told her this wasn't a moniker. Someone seemed to have a penchant for pointing out the fun ones for her.

It made her curious enough to try a few Google searches and yielded one or two interesting results. Salacious rumors and tales around some hidden online forums painted a very unique picture for the evening's debut. She was excited to see just how many of them were true.

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Annette Weber:

Ann made her way down the ramp towards the ring, soaking in the fanfare along the way that seemed tinged with new energy. It had been some time since she’d been able to enjoy the full arena for a match. She assumed the members in bookings wanted to show off her new look a little bit more now. For Annette, there was only one person tonight that she felt any credence to making a good first impression for. She kept that in mind as she climbed the stairs and stepped into the ring. The model stretched her arms high above her head, waving her hands to the audience at her sides. As she settled into her corner, Ann tightened her belt and bent forward with some last-minute stretches.

She was feeling a little tight for some reason. Whether that was a good or bad sign, she'd find out soon enough.

Andromeda simply could not have asked for anything better. Tonight was a moment of utmost importance for her, and the stage had been set for an absolute stunning debut. Not only did the rules cater to her sensual aptitudes, but tonight's opponent would be one of the more established wrestlers in the league, meaning that her fall would make Andromeda's debut all the more rewarding. Annette. The name sounded sweet and tasteful. She could only hope the woman herself would be just as satisfying. Andromeda would find out soon enough, as she planned to explore every nook and cranny of what tonight's foe would have to offer.

She was methodical wrestler, one who's style was as strategic as it was elegant. She had done her research on this Annette, and was more than satisfied with what she read. She was skilled in BJJ, similar to Andromeda herself. They were of similar build and height, not to mention preferences. As much as her opponent seemed deserving of respect, Andromeda would refuse to give it to her. She was but a pawn in her pursuit of greatness, nothing but the lowest step on the staircase to the top. Everything about this match sided with Andromeda's tastes perfectly, and she was determined to put on a good show for the crowds, a satisfying victory for herself, and humiliating mockery of her opponent.

Soon enough the beginnings of Andromedas career would blare out in the form of her entrance music just outside the entrance curtain. She let out a deep sigh and slowly moved the curtains aside before making her way down the entrance ramp. The lights shone brilliantly on her as she made a slow but elegant descent down the ramp, stopping just halfway to toss off her cape in a flashy style and position herself in an domineering pose, accompanying the gesture with an arrogant smirk as she basked in the hoots and hollers of the crowd.

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Satisfying with her reception, Andromeda completed the rest of her stride until she approached the metal steps that ascended up into the ring. She stopped just short of them, taking of her heels and head ornament and placing them gently on the ground before making her way up the steps, in between the middle ropes, and into the ring. She made her way to the center canvas and placed both her hands on her hips while getting a good look of her opponent. She seemed relaxed and poised, with an attire that left little to the imagination. She was certainty a treat that Andromeda was going to take her time with and thoroughly enjoy.

"My, my, you certainly beautiful darling! Nothing in comparison to me of course, but still delectable to say the least. Your moans will be most satisfying my dear, and I hope you'll take great comfort in knowing that I plan on thoroughly enjoying you." She spoke with a noticeably arrogant tone with a slight touch of sarcasm. She maintained her poise in the center, hand on her hips, eager awaiting opponent's retort.

...if she had to choose one thing that it came down to, it would be ‘confidence’.

Annette had time to ponder what was at the essence of walking down to the ring for the first time. The Norwegian was still a far cry from the quintessential pro-wrestling veteran, but modeling was her second nature. Self-presentation was an art; every step had to be methodical and with purpose, every slight movement of the muscle, each idle brush of the finger, and fluttering eyelash. It wasn’t as easy as it looked. Ann couldn’t count the number of would-be fashion stars that took months, maybe even years of rehearsal just to develop the nerve to step out into the flashing lights and face down the long walk across the runway.

Andromeda didn’t lack for any of that.

Ann’s attention was turned toward the top of the ramp as a new song dominated the airwaves from on high. What transfixed her eyes was the dazzling sight that awaited her at the center peak, clad from head to toe in glittering golden perfection. With eyes like the Norwegian’s, it wasn’t hard to see past the finery to the pleasing form underneath, not that Andromeda was trying to hide any of it. Quite the opposite as a matter of fact. Ann couldn’t help but feel as though she were staring straight at her, issuing an unspoken challenge…

...that would become quite unspoken in the moments after Andromeda made her way into the ring. Ann narrowed her eyes at the woman, yet couldn’t keep a bemused smile off her lips.

Though she couldn’t say that confidence was unfounded. The blonde was stunning. She radiated a lustful air that was somewhat elegant and characteristic of that arrogant attitude. Given it was her first appearance and the rules set up for tonight, Andromeda was awfully comfortable with her current position. That faith came from experience, surely. Ann was curious to see some of it.

“That's a very interesting way to compliment someone." Ann purred as she approached her opponent at the center of the ring, standing before her with a hand at her hip. Her eyes wandered down the blonde's curvaceous frame, attempting to see through the skin-tight fabric that left just enough for the imagination. She reached forward and slowly pressed a finger to the blonde's open chest, running it down the length of the silky valley. "I'm keeping you to that promise then, Ms. Andromeda. Before I make this body mine."

The referee looked between them, only half certain if she should even bother with the rules anymore. A restrained sigh and dismissive hand signaling for the bell made the decision for her.

Andromeda stood proud and defiant, poised as if it were the thousandth time she had entered the ring. Confidence goes along way in this racket, especially in a matchup like this. Every second mattered, from when you first step foot into the arena until you first step out. The psychological game was just as important as the physical one, at least in Andromeda's mind. For weaker foes this always seemed to work flawlessly. Back in the underground circuits, such exorbitant entrances would normally leave an amateur with a worried expression on their face and a notable quiver in their legs. By then the match was practically already decided.

Unfortunately Annette was not nearly as susceptible of an opponent. Quite the opposite in fact. She met Andromeda's assertiveness with a beam of her own, although much more subtly. She didn't need a flashy entrance or dazzling attire to convey her message. No, all it took was confident posturing and a witty rebuttal to Andromeda's own remarks. The look on her face and furrowed brow suggested she was more so surprised if anything, perhaps even slightly curious - anything but intimidated.

The thought annoyed Andromeda, although she somewhat expected it. This wasn't the type of opponent to be scared of an AFW nobody, regardless of what type of entrance she made. No, those types of opponents would come later on, she was sure of it. But as of now, it seems what she hoped to have achieved on a psychological level was going to have to instead by demanded on a physical one.

Annette's imperviousness to Andromeda's little mind games was made all the more apparent by the forwardness of her opponent. Her touch was elegant and caring, coursing through the smoothness of her body, surveying a tiny sample of what Andromeda had to offer. The blonde was impressed that Annette could convey so much with such a simple gesture. She had never been up against someone so forward before. At first she couldn't decide whether to be enraged at her audacity or admire her grace. She finally settled on the latter, realizing the thought of toying with such a forthcoming and playful opponent would make for a much more interesting match.

Andromeda stood her ground as Annette continued to caress her chest, offering not so much as a flinch as the beauty finished up her quick sampling of the blonde's smooth skin. Annette's skin seemed to glow in it's own right, beaming between Annette's largely exposed gi. And to think that in only a few moments time she would get to throw that belt away and devour whatever lay underneath. The thought was incredibly satisfying.

"It's going to take a lot more than that... if you want a chance at all of this" Andromeda accompanied the statement by sweeping her hands across her own body, displaying herself and all her best assets. "Prepare to fight for it sweetheart"

And it seemed she would get her chance soon enough as the ref apathetically signaled for the bell, signaling the start of the match and Andromeda's career in the form of three decisive dings. She immediately placed one leg back and raised both of her arms up with both palms open, inviting Annette to a test of strength to commence the match. She accompanied the gesture with an arrogant smirk and seductive licking of her own lips, eager to size up the first opponent of her career and get more intimate in the process.

Hm. Why did the Norwegian feel reminded of Chloe Mason all of a sudden?

There was a touch or two of similarities she supposed. Blonde, proper, slightly unorthodox if subtly elegant about their appearance. Though her opponent for tonight certainly carried herself like a princess and not undeservedly so. The more Ann’s hand explored and examined the velvety touch of her perfect skin, graced the loose strands of hair, and smelled the hint of lilacs, the more it appeared that Andromeda had stepped straight out from the pages of a storybook gone terribly wrong. There was a touch of high-minded superiority that didn’t feel entirely unearned. As Ann withdrew her hand and used it to brush a silver lock behind her ear, she couldn’t resist a hum of approval to herself.

She was unique.

The woman standing before her now seemed to regard her with all the air and respect she normally would pay to, perhaps, a bug underneath her heel. There was confidence, there was arrogance, and then there was Jane. Annette could only ponder the sort of upbringing that fostered this kind of attitude for someone who appeared as young as herself. Perhaps a high life of luxury and non-stop affirmation on her talent and drop-dead good looks. The latter was certainly the case.

Annette's gaze trailed down Andromeda's body, allowing her eyes to be corralled by the mesmerizing motions as her hands flowed across each and every curve from her petite chest to her perfectly shaped hips and thighs. Indeed, what would she do with all of this? Ann was having an admittedly difficult time deciding, but if the smile forming on her lips were any suggestion, she wasn’t running out of ideas any time soon. Andromeda knew how to flaunt what she had and Annette couldn’t help but take that as yet another silent dare from her ambitious competitor.

“Oh, I’m afraid I’m not much of a fighter.” Ann leaned forward and raised her hands with her palms out, mirroring her opponent with a pose closely reminiscent of her Jiu-Jitsu roots. “Let’s try something more intimate.”

At the sound of the bell, Ann lunged forward and locked hands with the Englishwoman with a clap of their palms. With one leg behind her, Ann sought to push forward, bringing herself eye to eye with the Love Incarnate in a straightforward bid to push her back. The former model wasn’t remarkable when it came to her upper body strength, but between the two of them, she was willing to bet her legs would give her the edge she needed.

Going up against a fellow Jiujiteiro was but another checkmark on the list of many things Andromeda liked about her opponent. Her poise suggested that she was an experienced practitioner much like herself - a fact that would make tonight's challenger all the more enjoyable. Soon their palms came crashing together, their fingers interlocked tightly as they both began to exert considerable force against one another. Andromeda clasped down hard, digging in with her heels as she pushed back with all her might against Annette. She wanted the initial clash to end quickly and decisively, both to move on to the more exciting parts of their bout but also to serve as a slap in the face right of the bat to her opponent. But it seems Annette wasn't as willing to bend so easily.

Whereas Andromeda could sense she had a slight advantage in terms of her upper body strength, Annette reigned supreme in the use of her legs. Her feet were planted firmly against the canvas, both heels deeply dug into the mat. Andromeda could feel the beginning of a slight buckle in her opponent's arms, but despite that, her grounded legs prevented any movement between the two fighters. It seemed the two were in deadlock, each using their strengths to prevent the other from progressing. Eventually one of them was going to have to break, and Andromeda was set in making sure that it wasn't her.

It was hard to tell how long they kept up their fierce display of dominance, but pretty soon Andromeda was sick of the fact that she hadn't yet come out on top. Her face was beginning to show signs of strain as she grounded in her teeth and strengthened her ever-so serious expression. Andromeda wasn't one to take a stalemate with grace, and was instead fully intent on coming out on top way or another, even if it meant playing a little dirty.

"Not much... of a fighter... huh?" Andromeda did her best to hid her strained voice behind a serious tone and a protruding stare.

"Well unfortunately for you darling... I am" The blonde followed up the statement with an immediate change in position. She reeled her elbows back towards herself, hoping to to force her opponent to stumble towards her while they still had their hands interlocked. If andromeda was successful she would then bring her right knee straight up, aiming directly for Annette's midsection and hoping to provide enough damage to break the hold and separate the two.

Andromeda didn't appear intimidating from a glance, or up close even. It was easy to tell that the woman was fit and maintained that wonderful body with careful attention. But nothing dangerous. The two of them were essentially the same size and close to the same build.

Annette's mind only started to change at the moment after the two of them locked up. This close she was able to see the contours pronounce themselves beneath the goddess' skintight leather as the two pushed back against each other in the center of the ring. Ann felt her arms beginning to yield almost immediately. She kept in solid shape at the very least. Something told her that Andromeda had been working towards this moment for quite some time.

But the Norwegian was determined to not surrender a single step toward her and, for the moment, it seemed like she would be able to do just that. The clear difference in their leg strength was made clear for everyone to see as Annette’s quads flexed and the refined muscle along her svelte legs pronounced themselves. She smiled seeing Andromeda struggling to maintain dominance, hiding those vain emotions of hers behind a veneer of confidence. It would probably be a little further until she could weaken her enough to go for a leg sweep.

But then those saccharine words whispered close to her ear warned her of danger, and Ann fell right into it. She stumbled forward into Andromeda's reach as the blonde yanked her forward by the arms into her range. Before she had the chance to recover, there was a knee slamming into her gut. Ann let out a breathless gasp as the air was temporarily kicked from her lungs. She staggered on the spot, hunched over in the blonde tyrant's grip, and temporarily winded from the blow.

Nasty.

A pained expression immediately adorned Annette's face as Andromeda took a moment to admire the results of her effective blow. The knee was a devastating one, combining Annette's own momentum with the swift upward motion of Andromeda's leg. It was a nasty move, that much was made abundantly clear by the refs disapproving glance and the audience's grumbling. Lockups were usually a means of testing each others strengths and weighing each others skills. Tactful maneuvers and shows of strength were usually favored, not cheap bait and switch tactics. Not that Andromeda cared of course. The move was still perfectly legally, and even if it was perhaps slightly frowned upon, it was effective nonetheless.

The result was an opponent who already seemed out of breath and slightly off balance: The prefect victim weakened enough to take advantage of.  Jane didn't hesitate for one second longer, immediately approaching her hunched over opponent and placing a hand firmly on her opponent's luscious locks in order to maintained her bent over position.

"I hope you don't mind me getting a little rough, after all I need you nice and docile for later" Andromeda teased, using her free hand to lean over and slap Annette's behind while she was still bent over from Andromeda's firm grip on her scalp.

She gave a forceful tug, guiding the girl's head underneath her legs until Annette's necks were squeezed tightly between Andromeda's thighs. She then followed up by hooking her arms underneath Annette's, dragging the girl's arms upwards until they were above her head. Andromeda hoped to finish her setup before Annette hand time to respond, and if everything went well without significant resistance, she would begin executing the move.

She quickly pumped a fist outwards and displayed a devious grin towards the crowd before finally launching herself upwards along with her opponent. If she had managed to execute the move successfully, the both of them would soon find themselves coming straight back down in a devastating Pedigree, with Annette headed face-first towards the mat!

The move would leave a Andromeda on her knees, to which she would remain as she twisted the upper half of her body away from her opponent to face the crowd. She would throw her hands up in a satisfied taunt, relishing in the crowd's mixed reaction.

No, Annette wouldn’t say she and Andromeda were getting off on the right foot here. Well, Andromeda certainly was at least. Ann had to mull her situation over.

It was a shame that this woman was so beautiful only to have this sort of behavior completely taint whatever praise it may have earned her. All of the lovely cloth, healthy skin, and enticing aroma in the world couldn’t mend the damage done from a spiteful tongue. Perhaps this was the price Ann was paying for becoming so popular. She should consider herself lucky in hindsight to have lasted this long.

The Norwegian had developed a good eye for pleasant personalities over a long career sharing the spotlight with beautiful women none that were either none too shy regarding their abilities or simply lacked the confidence in themselves to take hold of that inner beauty. Andromeda was safely in the former camp. It was only a matter of time, Ann supposed, before she was made to face off against someone that had her number. The Englishwoman’s entire aura was malignant and seemed steeped in an arrogance that was likely not completely undeserved. At least if the knee in her stomach was anything to attest to.

Annette had little in the way of a proper response to the blow aside from a sputtered gasp. In the same moment she went to retreat, Andromeda had seized her arms away from her and was tucked between the blonde’s lush thighs. The former model wasn’t given enough time to enjoy her new position before her body was slung upright in a feat of strength and promptly slammed against the ground.

Her body met the floor with a splash, bouncing back from the floor for a brief instant before she settled once more facedown and her platinum hair sprawled out all around her. Ann was moving, but only slightly at first. She muffled a groan of pain into the canvas. Her head was too scrambled to properly hear the cheers and jeers that Andromeda saw fit to bask in. Slowly, the Norwegian tucked her legs in close and sought to push herself upright on both knees. From there she could work her way up to one foot, then the other. Whether she would get that far was another story.

Boos and cheers, hollers and hoots, all were music to her ears. She loved the dichotomy of being both loved and despised. She would hate to just be one or the other, to just fit into whatever the crowds monotonic notion of 'good' and 'bad' was. In her mind, whatever was good was whatever won. Spiteful talking backed by physical power were her means to achieve such an end, and so while she cared little about what others thought about her methods, it was nice to know that they didn't go fully unappreciated.

A pedigree was a pretty powerful move, especially one to execute right off the bat. It seemed to have done the trick though, sending her opponent into a rather groggy state. Satisfied with her gloating, she was now fully able to devout her attention to her stumbling opponent. She watched, cross armed and with a delighted smirk on her face as Annette ever so slowly brought herself to her knees before managing to make her way to one foot.

She approached close behind her and began poking at her back with ball of her foot, not enough to tip her over, but certainly enough to halt Annette's ascent and let her opponent know that Andromeda's cruel, taunting presence was looming over her. She pointed teasingly towards her opponent, making silly expressions with her face as she openly mocked her rival for the crowd's enjoyment.

She bent down and looped one hand into between Annette's arm before following through with the other. She would then clasp her fingers together on the back of Annette's neck before slowly rising up, bringing the two of them back on their feet and her opponent trapped in a full nelson. She would then lean in close, brushing her lips against Annette ear, allowing her humid yet pleasantly scented breath to brush against the side of her face.

"You were really up to something when you said you weren't much of a fighter huh?" Andromeda hissed, jerking her opponent a few time before bringing her lips close in once again.

"I guess that makes my job a whole lot easier" Andromeda would whisper, finishing up by running her tongue against her lips before extending extending it out and slowly allowing it to slither along the length of Annette's neck. She would delve in even more, bending over her own clasped finger to plant her lips firmly against Annette's neck. She became consumed by her embrace, slightly loosening her clamped finger to make way for the rest of her head as she began deeply sucking her opponent smooth and tender skin

It was never too early to get a nice taste of your opponent in a match like, and unless her opponent could figure out a way otherwise, she was free to begin devouring Annette like the meal she was.