Handicap Match: Victoria Archer vs Hellfire

Match Type: Tornado Handicap
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, KO or Disqualification
Special Rules: Hentai Allowed

Victoria nervously paced backstage. She had been much happier earlier, when she had been told she was scheduled for a match against someone making their debut. But dismay had set in when she arrived at the arena tonight and learned there were more details for her bout than had been disclosed initially. She would indeed be facing a debuting opponent tonight, but now she knew she would be facing not one, but two women tonight on her own. And the rules would allow both to be in the ring with her at the same time. And, hentai was allowed.

For all of her training, all the years she had spent perfecting her technique in several different martial arts, few would know it from observing her career in AFW thus far. Her Achilles' Heel had been exposed in her first matches in this league, and evidently both management and the crowd loved seeing it exploited. Every match she had competed in had been designed to do exactly that, and it was evident tonight would be no different.

“I’m going to focus. I won’t let it get to me this time,” she told herself aloud for what felt like the thousandth time now. She had gone through similar attempts to focus and motivate herself before most of her other matches. It rarely worked, but it felt better than just standing still and letting her body get overly tense with anxiety. She was about to face her fears and weaknesses once again. But who knows? Maybe tonight will be the night she overcomes that dreaded obstacle.

Music:

Victoria:

That was the thought she tried to keep in mind as she heard her entrance music begin to play. She let out a deep, relaxing exhale before striding through the curtain and onto the entranceway. The blonde was greeted by a rather boisterous collection of cheers from the audience. But Victoria knew they were less cheering for her than they were for the thought of her being sexually humiliated and dominated for their pleasure once again. She shook her head, trying to keep her thoughts positive as she strode down the aisle, ascended the steel steps next to the ring, and then entered the ring by stepping through between the top and middle rope. Not one for fancy poses, she made her way right into her corner. Victoria kept her eyes on the stage while she awaited the arrival of her opponents, and used this extra time to stretch her limbs out and attempt to get herself to relax a bit.

Deus Ex Machina:

“ON̛E҉̛!́ ͠͡Ţ̵̢W̢͝O͡!̢”


͝”G҉O̵͞O̡̨D̸҉̧BY͠҉̀E!͜͠”

The battle cry from a damned realm exploded across the arena. Fires escaped in flaming pillars down the length of the ramp as a smoldering flame from the entrance glowed dimly from the center. As the tempo rose, the flames grew with smoke rising and steeping down the length of the walkway and embracing those cluttered along the walkway barricade with a simmering embrace. Then, from the shadows and smoke and fire, two figures emerged forth from the orange glow to the rousing cheers and howls of a manic mass audience eager to bear witness to the perdition of one unfortunate soul.

Hellfire:

Succubus strutted with one hand at her hip and the other at her lips, blowing kisses to one side and then the other with a bounce to each step. Her efforts to present each of her curves to the spotlight in the clearest view possible soaked her with increasing adoration. It was clear that there was a favorite for tonight’s match and its...particular set of rules. Mystic was of a noticeably different mindset. The occultist had her arms crossed behind her straightened back as she walked in a forward march down the ramp. Her eyes were half-open and somewhat distant as if the world around simply didn’t exist for all she cared. Even the one or two fans that called out to her amongst the sea of swooning for her fellow succubi went completely ignored. Well, aside from a passing glare behind her sharp, red-eyed gaze that served as a curse in itself.

When the duo reached the rope, Succubus immediately climbed the edge and leaped up into a vault over the rope. Mystic entered beside her a second after she struck her pose, stepping between the middle and top rope. Succubus seemed to be the only one enjoying their first spotlight as a tag team for some time. She was all grins and smiles, right up until she looked across the ring and noticed a busty, tall blonde in a skintight suit with a zipper that practically had her initials engraved on it.

Then she became a little distracted. “Who is this?”

Mystic folded her arms and nodded the blonde’s way. “That is our opponent. Victoria Archer. She’s strong. We will have a good use for her.”

“Yes. We. Will.” Even as the two of them broke off to the right, Succubus kept her eyes on the American the whole way to their friendly corner. Mystic twisted one arm over the other, throwing some last-minute stretches in as they came to a stop. “I want her first. I’ll tag you when we’re good to go.”

Mystic nodded her head and put her hands at her hips, taking a glance over at Victoria. "Agreed, though she might not give you that opportunity. Her fight card described her as a martial artist, so I would advise you to keep your distance and out of arm's reach. Strike from her blind spots and don't attempt to keep grounded for long. Once we have an idea for how she moves, it will be easier to-"

It just occurred to Ami that Succubus hadn’t looked at her partner once since they’d gotten here. Mystic let out a long sigh and slapped her upside the head. "Ah! Bitch!"

"Focus. I didn't have to agree to this charade." Mystic pointed across the ring. "Go now. I will remain here when you are in need."

Before her partner could voice another word, Mystic had already slipped between the ropes and begun settling into her spot at the turnbuckle. Succubus let her off with a simple click of her tongue and brought her attention forward again. Her mood changed immediately. The imp of the ring walked forward to the center of the ring where she would meet her adversary. Her intentions practically flashed across the smile on her lips, even as she looked up at the woman a full foot taller than herself.

“Oh! Sorry, Vic. I was just takin’ a guess at how that zipper works.” Succubus tapped a finger to her chin, her smile stretching with a malicious edge with a chuckle. “Looks like it’ll be a bit of a snag.”

Victoria couldn’t help but flinch at the sudden and unexpected pyrotechnics display. Normally the sight of fire, explosions or the like wouldn’t bother her particularly much, but this had just happened to startle her while she was in the middle of trying not to think about the possibilities the hentai stipulation allowed in this match… And of course trying not to think about it only made her think about it even more.

Once her opponents had arrived and made their way to the ring, one of the few things about the matchup that gave Victoria a glimmer of hope was the clear size advantage she had over the two of them. But, having been humiliated at the hands of the Bratt Pack before, even that wasn’t something she’d put too much stock in. It was still two-on-one, with tornado tag rules. Regardless of size, the odds were against her.

The blonde quietly appreciated the time Hellfire took to talk among themselves. Every moment spent not being double-teamed and groped was another moment she could spend calming her nerves. Victoria was then surprised, and a little suspicious, when only Succubus stepped forward while her partner went to go wait in the corner. Hearing the taunting words, Victoria brought a hand up protectively over her zipper.

“I’ll end this before either of you get the chance,” she replied defiantly, wishing she believed it. The ref called for the bell to start the match, and Victoria put her fists up while taking a lunging step back away. Gradually she inched toward Succubus, all while keeping her eyes on the girl. Once Victoria was in range - or if Succubus jumped the gun and tried to attack first, Victoria would then lash out with her right leg, aiming a sudden, lightning-quick side thrust kick at the girl’s belly.

It was good for Succubus that her opponent was absolutely terrible at reading the situation. Let’s see, let’s see. Avoiding eye contact, breathing unevenly, playing with the fingertips. Wow. It didn’t even take Succubus’ amount of personal experience to see those heightened nerves, all hidden behind that strong stance and those flimsy promises. Someone was carrying some baggage, eh? Perfect.

Not to underplay the sight that was Ms. Archer. She was even better up close. Athletically built, but curvy and filling out that bodysuit where it mattered. A woman with some class and an especially rare treat she didn’t get to indulge often.

"'Either of us?' Oh no no no, Vic. I want you all to myself." Succubus winked up at the woman, the imp slowly running the tip of her tongue across the length of her mischievous smile. The instant the bell rang out, she would raise her hands and drop into her grappling stance. Where Victoria bounced away and kept her distance, Succubus would inch forward into her space and back her to the ropes. Her eyes traveled the tall blonde’s body up and down; watching for openings, careful of sudden movements, thinking of her next move before she made it.

At least, that’s what Succubus should have been doing. Partway, the imp’s rosy gaze centered on Victoria’s chest…and stayed there.

"Look at those girls bounce. How do you expect to fight with those things in the-?" Succubus spat out her own guts as the heel of Victoria's boot struck her in the gut. The former Wrestle Angel had stumbled into her opponent's range without realizing it. Before she even had time to react, the impish wrestler was sent flying onto her back, hitting the canvas with a skid before she rolled onto her knees and clutched her gut breathless.

In the adjacent corner, Mystic pressed a hand to her forehead and sighed away her sympathy.

Victoria couldn’t have imagined a better way to, no pun intended, kick this match off. Yes, she was a nervous wreck, and everyone could plainly see it in her. But she hadn’t been flustered, and hadn’t fully lost her composure. Unbeknownst to the American, Mystic had been giving her partner quite sound advice just before the opening bell. It was a silent stroke of luck that Succubus had completely ignored that advice and played right into Victoria’s advantage. And as a bonus, the comedic timing of her kick cutting off Succubus’s teasing banter actually helped the blonde relax a bit.

Seeing a nice opportunity in front of her, Victoria quickly stalked over to the downed girl, grabbing her by the ankle. She gave Mystic a passing glance just to make sure she wouldn’t be rushing to Succubus’s aid, then brought her attention back to her immediate target.

With a slight grunt she yanked up on the leg, trying to quickly elevate Succubus’s lower body until she was almost upside down. At a glance, many in the crowd suspected she would drive the girl’s knee into the mat to wound the leg. But Victoria had a different idea. Instead, she’d swing her leg in and aim another explosive kick at the gut of the smaller girl just before gravity could pull her back down to the mat!

When Victoria stole a glance at Mystic, the skeptic returned her look with nothing but stoic eyes and still lips. She simply crossed her arms, watching as her partner was slowly lifted from the floor. The American had no reason to worry about her interfering. This was the decision that Mystic's teammate had made. As far as the Magician was concerned, Succubus alone would have to bear the consequences until the sum had been paid. If this was her fate, so be it.

And Succubus could say with confidence that she was, indeed, paying for it. Mystic was the one who had done all the research on this match, which her partner had…mostly paid attention to. Even with the heads up, Manabe couldn’t say the result for her would be much different.

Blondie here was fast. Faster than most wrestlers she knew. Faster than Haruka Date, her old league’s premier striker, which was saying something given the fucking size of this woman. Not a good position to start from. The Imp couldn’t have been on her back for longer than a few seconds, but that was all the time Victoria had needed to lift her up and away.

"H-hey hey! Who do you think you're grabbing?!" Her arms flailed as she left the floor and was left dangling by her ankle like a doll in the hands of an overexcited child. Not a feeling she wanted to get used to. Her attempts to kick Victoria’s hand away went largely ignored. Even Succubus wasn’t sure what that was supposed to accomplish. The Wrestle Angel couldn't even guess what was about to hit her until it already did.

Victoria's toned leg was suddenly in her gut, punting the smaller wrestler across the ring like a soccer ball. She hit the canvas back first and fell into a tumble, coming to a stop by the ropes. Succubus’ hand reached out and gripped the bottom rung, coughing the rest of her heart onto the floor as she attempted to rise onto unsteady feet. "Gotta be freaking kidding me…"

If Victoria could read minds, she would’ve been quite flattered by the comparison. Haruka Date had been someone she looked up to and admired when she first started following wrestling. The significance of being thought of in the same league would not have been lost on her, much less that of being considered even faster than The Silent Phoenix.

In any case, Victoria was quite pleased with how this was going so far. Landing a pair of strong kicks to Succubus right off the bat had the smaller girl shaken. And with Mystic seemingly content to watch on from the corner, it appeared the blonde didn’t have to worry about reinforcements coming.

Looking to keep the streak of momentum going, Victoria closed in on her dazed enemy. She reached an arm out to try to pull the girl into a front headlock before backing a step or two away from the ropes. From there the tall American would lean down, drape one of Succubus’s arms over her shoulder, grab onto her waistband, then attempt to hoist her up into the air and slam her back down with a vertical suplex.

So far this match was going about the way everyone in attendance expected things to go. Those who were aware of Victoria’s less-than-stellar WLD knew that she was capable in a stand-up fight, and even those seeing her for the first time only had to look at the enormous disparity between the competitors. Their physique, their attitudes. The distance between them was palpable.

On the sidelines, Mystic remained stoic with folded arms and tapping her finger impatiently. Her brows were furrowed and radiating contempt as her teammate seemingly struggled to recover on the ropes. However, the occultist didn’t appear anxious or worried. If anything, the frustration in her face seemed targeted solely at Manabe. Why? Because she understood better than anyone that Succubus wasn’t a fake. She had been blessed by karma. She was a wrestler.

Before Succubus could pull herself up, Victoria had seized her by the head and stuffed her into a headlock. The world swirled upside down once again as she was raised high into the air and came down with a splash beside Victoria. A harsh groan escaped her throat as her spine reeled from the impact. It was a solid suplex and the pain was written across Succubus’ face.

Her mouth was agape as she was left breathless for a moment on the floor. Her eyes were shut tightly for a moment as the intense vibrations coarse through her, forcing her lips to curl into a sudden grin.

“Ohh, man...you're….you're good..." She rasped, the tone in her words drifting somewhere between pained, winded, and aroused. Her toes curled tightly inside of her shoes, biting her lip sensually as she spared a glance to her opponent. "You're so good."