Fame or Shame - Brooke Betancourt (D) vs Susie Barnett (D) - Double Debut Hentai Humiliation Match

Hentai Humiliation Match
Victory Condition: Forcing your opponent to verbally submit while they are placed in a humiliating hold. The winning wrestler must accept the submission to end the match.
Special Rules: Hentai moves are allowed and encouraged. Eight sex toys (two on each side) hang about 3 feet above the top rope, just inside the ring. Every few minutes, two random tethers are released, dropping their toys onto the ring, but they can also be pulled off beforehand by a wrestler.
The toys are:

1. Vibrating dildo
   
2. Ball gag
   
3. Handcuffs
   
4. Double dildo
   
5. Paddle
   
6. Strap-on dildo
   
7. Anal beads
   
8. Wearable vibrator
   

Brooke stood at the mouth of the tunnel with so much in front of her. Literally speaking, the most noticeable elements before her were the raised bridge and the ring it led to. Metaphorically speaking, what also stood before her was what walking down that bridge and into that ring would mean for Brooke: the start of her AFW career. The road to stardom -- something more than just niche magazine covers and pigeonholing agents -- was finally just a step ahead.

Tonight's Match Attire:

Of course, she couldn't ignore the gritting of her teeth and blooming heat across her face as her eyes met the elephant in the room. Eight sex toys hung conspicuously above the ring; at this distance, she could just barely make out their shapes. Dildos, restraints, and more were held by what she knew were timed latches, which could also release at a wrestler's pull. If she was lucky, she'd be using them on another girl -- another debutant -- soon enough. If she was especially unlucky, though, then those toys would be on or in her in no time at all. Ordinarily, she wouldn't mind that, but she had an image to protect. And of course, this match was all about protecting your image; if she or her opponent-to-be decided that some hold or position was too humiliating, she could end the match by submitting.

As she stood, ruminating in her own thoughts and trying to ignore the slight dampness starting to creep between her legs, a producer approached Brooke from backstage and held up ten fingers. Huffing out a breath that she didn't know she was holding, she started to jump in place, getting herself limbered up for the match. Ten seconds passed, and...

Brooke's Entrance Theme - Ready Aim Fire:

Putting on an attempt at a confident smile to ward off the butterflies in her stomach, Brooke strode down the bridge, eyes focused straight ahead at the ring (and definitely not at the toys above it). Hopping through the ropes, Brooke took an introductory lap around the ring, waving to the crowd around her as they cheered -- whether in support or in the hopes that she'd be getting fucked soon, she didn't know. She'd been a part of crowds this large before, but never before had so many people turned out just to see her. This wasn't just an autograph signing or fashion show. This was an international phenomenon, a sex-charged arena where stars were born.

And as she waited in her corner for her opponent to join her, Brooke only had one thing on her mind:

"Welcome to the big leagues, Brooke."

Susie hummed a pleasant tune to herself as she adjusted her neck bow in the locker room mirror, drowning out the faint buzz that was her opponent's entrance music debuting in the arena outside with her own melodic voice. She checked herself one last time top to bottom, admiring her choice in scantily clad attire. She wore nothing but a yellow crop top that ended just beneath her breasts, and red bikini bottoms that fit snugly around her crotch. She gave her assets a playful jiggle in the mirror and finished off with a perky wink before heading out the locker room doors, whistling the same playful tune as before.

There was a jubilant spring in her step tonight, but considering the circumstances in which she would be debuting, this was no surprise. She be gracing the ring tonight in a hentai match, and just not any old regular one either, but a humiliation match of all things, complete with all sorts of toys and gizmos that could either send a girl moaning in pleasure or crying in shame. The thrill of it all was just so exciting, but there was no denying that debuting in such an extreme match could backfire on her reputation. Leaving a girl a cum-covered mess would make for a great career-starter, but being that girl on the other hand... well, she could only hope her opponent was cute enough to make it all worth it. She nervously tapped her toes on the cool concrete floor, waiting impatiently for her signal to introduce herself to the world.

Finally it was Susie's turn for her music to introduce her into the arena. With a silent queue from the nearby stage hand, Susie threw open the curtain and made her way down the entrance ramp for the first time in her career. She was greeted with the hoots and hollers of the crowd, welcoming the fresh face into the big leagues. She happily high-fived nearby fans as she skipped her way to the ring steps, wearing a bright and eager smile as she did.

Mach 20!:

'Schoolgirl Susie':

The craziness that was about to be this match soon began to take shape in the form of 8 looming toys hanging menacingly just above the ring in front of her. Susie stopped just short of the steps, sucking in a nervous gulp before climbing up and slipping her way in-between the middle ropes and into the ring. She slowly made her way to the center of the canvas, still staring at the toys as she walked by them. She wondered which one she'd use first, or which would be the first to be used on her...

Her attention returned back to the ring, and perhaps even more importantly, to the cutie who stood in front of her. Susie could tell that she was bigger than her, but it was nothing skill couldn't compensate for assuming her opponent had a decent amount of it. She took a few seconds to allow her eyes to drift from head to toe, admiring the gentle curves and slim physique of her opponent and soon-to-be fuck-toy. Her eyes were the real catch-all however, gleaming with a level of excitement and anticipation that matched her own. Susie could tell that this match was going to be exhilarating, really exhilarating.

"Hi!, I'm Susie Barnett! Remember that when you're moaning my name in ecstasy" the blonde haired girl said with a teasing smile, extending her arm out for a friendly shake and slight bow as soon as her opponent met her in the center of the ring. "This is some match we got ourselves in huh?" she said with chuckle, hinting with an upwards nod towards the toys that dangled overhead. "Just try not to be too disappointed when I leave you a crying mess at the end of this, alright?" Susie taunted with a gentle poke at her opponent's shoulder before distancing herself in preparation for the match. "But hey, I'll at least try and make it pleasurable for ya, how's that?" Susie winked, with even the nearby crowd seeming to enjoy the light-hearted taunts she was throwing at her opponent.

Brooke watched as her opponent walked down the entrance ramp, practically skipping with enthusiasm as she greeted the crowd. "She's quite the showgirl, huh? Reminds me of a certain coworker of mine," she muttered, her mind immediately drawn to one of her Team Stanza teammates. "Hopefully she doesn't hit as hard..."

As the blonde entered the ring and gave Brooke a better look at her, she immediately started appraising the girl, calling to memory the mental checklist that her manager had drilled into her. The girl seemed to have a few inches and more than a couple pounds on her, but if her training in judo was good for anything, that wouldn't be too much of an issue for Brooke. Still, if her opponent was a striker, she'd have some serious length to contend with. Brooke thought the bows and crop top looked cute on her, but she gulped as she noticed her mind pulling her towards a more... immediately relevant evaluation of the girl's looks. Her opponent had a comparatively generous pair of boobs, though Brooke's own ass was more than a match for the taller girl's. Still, she was very pretty. If the circumstances were different, maybe Brooke wouldn't mind letting the blonde have her way with her for a night. Unfortunately, those circumstances were what they were, and whatever she wanted out of her, Brooke would have to take.

Shaking herself out of her own head upon seeing her opponent expectantly walk to the center of the ring, Brooke stepped forward to meet her. Blue met purple as the Downrange Diva locked eyes with her rival for the evening. When she opened her mouth to respond to Susie's playful taunts, Brooke gulped down any trepidation she might have had so as not to show the blonde any weakness.

"Brooke," she finally replied, taking the blonde's hand. "Brooke Betancourt. And yeah, this is one hell of a debut we've got picked out for us." If Susie was particularly perceptive, she'd notice a slight Southern US accent. It wasn't particularly strong (in fact, her accent trainers had tried to make it stronger), but Brooke couldn't hide both her heritage and her nervousness. She chose the latter.

When she pulled away from Susie, Brooke felt as if her shoulder and palm were burning with the lingering feeling of her opponent's touch. It was just a poke and a handshake, but Brooke just couldn't shake the knowledge that those touches, innocuous as they were, were just the first of many times they'd be touching each other tonight. Even then, though, the touch itself wasn't the issue. Even the promise of future touches wasn't a problem for her. After all, she'd had sex with women before. She'd just never... wrestled with them for it. With it? Using it? All of the above? Whatever the case, the ridiculousness of what she was about to do with the girl in front of her hit her all at once, and the blush under her freckled face only grew. And just when she'd managed to get it to a manageable level, to boot.

As she backed into her corner, Brooke willed a playful, confident grin onto her lips. "But you're a confident one, aren't ya? I wonder how long it'll take me to get you singing a different tune..."

When the bell rang out, Brooke knew there was no turning back. In no time at all, either she or Susie would be begging for mercy, and she was going to do all she can to make sure that it wasn't her. Crouching into an athletic stance, Brooke cautiously approached her opponent, keeping Susie at a distance as she faked grabs left and right in an attempt to get her opponent to overcommit.

A slight wave of relief washed over Susie as Brooke delivered her response. She seemed friendly but competitive; just the type of gal Susie loved to tussle with. Even cuter were her attempts to mask her slight Texas drawl, which was something that was quickly picked up by Susie. "Well, I guess we'll just have wait and see, won't we partner?" Susie responded rhetorically, making sure to enunciate that last word with an exaggerated southern accent. Secretly, Susie admired how cute her opponent's verbal cadence was, especially in comparison to her own boring standard American dialect. Hopefully they'd still be on good enough terms after she was done beating and humiliating her to let her know how adorable she found it all...

DING-DING-DING

The sound of the opening bell quickly startled Susie back into focus, prompting her to scramble into her fighting stance. She placed her left leg out in front of her with her knee slightly bent, followed by her right leg placed firmly behind her with her foot pointed outwards so that it was perpendicular to her other leg. Her arms hung loosely by her side, already balled into fists and ready to swing should Brooke get too close. It was a standard opening stance in Taekwondo, one that provided excellent maneuverability and striking opportunities no matter what her opponent tried first. And judging by the crouched and open stance of her opponent,  it was pretty clear that Brooke was planning for a much more up close and personal approach.

Susie smile relaxed slightly as her mentality reverted back to a more focused one. Her eyes danced around her opponent's body, looking to see which limb would twitch first in anticipation for an opening attack. Surely enough, Brooke's arm shot out forwards, before suddenly retracting. The same would happen with her other arm, each limb taking turn at baiting Susie into reacting first. She kept herself at a distance though, bouncing on her toes and swatting away any grabs that got to close. The last thing she wanted was an opening grappling session, but judging by Brooke's choice of stance, it seemed the brunette was gunning for one.  

Instead, Susie bid her time, reacting to each grab defensively and with caution. She waited until her opponent reached in for yet another grab before finally deciding to make her move. With Brooke slightly leaned in, Susie would shoot her front leg up and forward, aiming the ball of her foot directly into the chin of her crouched opponent! A classic teep kick, a pretty basic move by most standards but capable of bringing an unsuspecting opponent straight to the mat if the timing was just right. Judging by Brooke's crouched position and low center of gravity, Susie wasn't too sure if it would be enough to have that effect, but if the kick connected, it would certainly be enough to keep the girl at bay, at least for now.

In her early days training to be a wrestler for AFW, Brooke had been taught that needlessly shooting in for a grapple was an easy way to get knocked out. And less than five seconds into her career, she learned exactly why that was. Brooke had only just registered Susie raising her foot -- not even noticing her own reflexive flinch away -- when it made contact, planting itself on Brooke's face. Luckily, she'd managed to pull far enough away so that the kick wasn't at full force. Still, it was certainly strong enough to stagger her, and Brooke's back knee found itself touching the mat, almost as if she was doing a reverse lunge.

"Oww..." she whined, part out of genuine surprise and part to buy herself a second to think. "Okay, so no lock-up, then." Brooke considered her options. Clearly, staying where she was wasn't an option; Susie had the reach advantage and would just keep using the kicks she was evidently skilled in. Trying to fake her out hadn't borne results; Susie was evidently practiced enough to stand her ground. The only way to move the match forward -- and maybe even in her favor -- would be to get them in a new position.

So, why not make the same mistake twice?

Launching off of her back foot, Brooke started a much more committed attempt at a grapple. As she lunged towards the blonde, one hand reached towards the neckline of Susie's top, and the other shot out to shove at her shoulder.

And just like that, the first attack of the match and her career had gone her way. It all happened so fast, barely giving Brooke enough time to pull back let alone dodge the attack all together. her kick connected, albeit not with the amount of force she had intended but enough to achieve the desired affect. Her opponent stumbled briefly before quickly regaining her balancing by planting her knee into the mat. Susie's whole body twitched, ready to keep going on the offensive, but she stopped just short of acting on her inclinations. Instead she relaxed her pose and looked down at her opponent with a satisfied smile, teasingly wagging her finger while making sharp tsk noises with her tongue in disapproval.

"I wouldn't try that again if I were you" Susie mocked.

Unfortunately for her, that was exactly what Brooke intended on doing. The brown haired girl made a quick recovery, lunging forward until she was within arm's reach of Susie. Unable to anticipate what was coming next, Susie tried to sidestep the attack, but wasn't quick enough to avoid Brooke's prying fingers latching on to the hem of her top. Another arm shot out, this time pushing against her shoulder in an attempt to unbalance the blonde fighter. Her body leaned in the direction Brooke's grip demanded it to, almost giving in entirely before Susie quickly regained her footing.

She had to act fast, or risk giving up her favorable position so early into the match. She shot one leg out behind her, planting her foot so that it grounded itself against the mat. Her body buckled against Brooke's weight, but she was able to say on her feet by using her back foot as an anchor. She swung both her hands behind Brooke's head, attempting to latch onto the back of the girl's neck and force her into a crouched position with her head pushed up against Susie's chest. If she had managed to get the brunette right where she wanted her, she would then transition her planted leg so that it was sent flying upwards, knee pointed like a knife's tip straight into the gut of Brooke!

Brooke grunted in pain, her eyes shooting wide open as Susie's knee was jabbed into her gut. "Ack -- guh..." Brooke tried as hard as she could to yell a stream of obscenities at her opponent, but all that came out was a mess of groans and coughs. Her wind was more than knocked out of her, and she crumpled to the ground, falling to a hand and two knees.

With her remaining arm wrapped around her stomach, Brooke hazarded a glance up at her opponent. One eye was winced closed and the other was welling up with tears, and her teeth were grit. The look she gave Susie was meant to deliver a pained, exasperated "What the hell?" before Brooke set to looking around her instead. Looking above and behind her, Brooke's eyes locked on a paddle, one of the toys set to hang above the ring for this match.

Flopping onto her side, she reached towards the paddle and started to crawl across the mat to get to it. So much would have to go right for this to work -- Brooke would have to catch her breath, make it all the way to the ropes, and climb up them while Susie just watched -- but still, it was her only chance right now. In the few seconds following the knee, Brooke obviously couldn't get very far, nor did she realize how dangerous it was to expose her back to a foe with such early superiority!

All semblance of strength seemed to dissipate from Brooke's grip as soon as Susie's knee made contact with her soft underbelly. Susie let her knee linger a little longer, digging it's way into her malleable gut before releasing the grasp on her neck and observing the effectiveness of the attack. It was even more devastating than she had anticipated. The brunette collapsed to the ground, reduced to a wheezing mess as she tried to regain the air that had been knocked out of her lungs. Perhaps the greatest sign of Brooke's distress was the wounded look she gave her, one that made Susie herself wince with a slight twinge of regret.

But now wasn't the time to be sorry. They both knew what they were signing up for when they stepped into the ring tonight: Pain and humiliation, both of which Brooke was getting in droves at the moment, and Susie wasn't intending on changing that anytime soon. She mouthed a small 'I'm sorry' before quickly shaking away her remorseful expression and replacing it with a much more gleeful one.

"C'mon Brooke, now isn't the time for tears. That comes later!" Susie said with he signature wink, watching as Brooke's focus slowly drifted up and behind her. Susie's eyes followed her opponent's gaze until they locked onto the target in question: A wooden paddle dangling menacingly above, complete with a leather grip, smooth oak finish, and even the words SLUT and WHORE engraved on either side in big bold font. Why on earth Brooke would draw her attention to that while she was so weakened was beyond her, but Susie was certainly glad that she did.

"Huh, or maybe it is..." Susie said quietly, determined on making sure that toy fell into the right hands and was put to good use. Her attention turned back to Brooke, who was no longer wheezing at her feet but instead crawling towards the rope in the direction of the paddle. Susie's mouth curled as she watched the pathetic display. She really must have hurt the poor girl for her to try something so desperately futile. With a heavy sigh she made her way to Brooke, walking with slow and heavy footsteps so that her opponent would know she was approaching her from behind.

By the time Brooke had almost made it to the ropes, it was already too late. Susie quickly swerved in front of her, blocking the path between her and the toy which she desperately desired. "Sorry partner, but no way you thought I'd let you have it this easily, now did you?"

Susie wouldn't even give her time to respond, instead swinging her right leg upwards with impressive speed and force until her toes hung inches from her own head. Feeling yet another twinge of guilt, Susie squinted her eyes an looked away with a cringed expression as she unleashed her leg straight downwards, sending her heel crashing into her opponent's back in what could only be described as an absolutely brutal axe kick. If the kick connected, Susie would then begin making her way to the paddle, first using Brooke's downed body as a stepping stone, then the ropes to climb her way up. She stretched her arm outwards, grabbing onto the paddle's handle before releasing the toy from it's tether with a satisfying click. She began making her way down again towards the hopefully still in-pain brunette, her mind racing with fun ways to use her new weapon.

Susie's heel slammed into the small of her back, forcing yet another yelp from Brooke's pain-wracked body. Still, as she bounced off the surface of the mat, she managed to catch herself by propping her arms up. To be sure, the axe kick hurt more than the knee did, but Brooke was still able to recover her bearings a bit faster this time around. After all, she couldn’t just give up after getting hit twice, no matter how much of her wind was knocked out of her. She came here to win, and that was exactly what she was going to try to do!

Grimacing as she rose to a single knee, Brooke watched as Susie fiddled with the latch around the paddle. Soon, that paddle would be off of its rope, and the blonde clearly had malicious designs on how to use the tool. Not to mention her raw strength and penchant for teasing, which was a dangerous pair of traits for an opponent with a paddle! Brooke might have drawn Susie's attention to the sexual weapon, but if she let her rival have the toy so easily, things would rapidly go from bad to worse. And so, taking a deep breath and putting on a defiant face, Brooke rose unsteadily and stepped towards her opponent.

“Getting slapped around by you was real fun and all,” she grunted out sarcastically, still shaking off the last dregs of pain. She took a few more hurried steps towards the ropes, hoping to catch Susie on her way down.

Reaching out once more, she hoped to wrap her arms around Susie's waist and fall straight backwards, using her weight against her in a makeshift suplex!

“But I think it’s time I showed you what I can do!”

With the first toy of the match firmly in her grasp and her opponent having just been crushed underneath her heel, there was nothing stopping her from carrying on her dominating display over Brooke. Or so she thought, at least until she heard a pained but defiant voice squeak out from beneath her. Susie hadn't even made it halfway down yet, but she stopped her decent and peered over her shoulder to see Brooke now on her feet, and already taking a few shaky steps towards the ropes. Susie's brows furrowed with worry, thinking to just jump the rest of the way down but by that time is was already too late: Brooke's arms coiled themselves against the schoolgirls waist, lifting her clean off the ropes and into the air.

"Whu - WHUAAA" Susie wailed as she was flung into the air, landing upside down with maximum impact straight into the mat! The blow shook the whole ring, and caused Susie's grip on the paddle to go with it! The wooden toy found itself flying in the air before coming to a sliding stop just at the edge of the ring opposite the two girls.

She rubbed the back of her neck with one hand, groaning as her vision waned in front of her. All she could make out was the blurred outline of Brooke, peering over her after a successfully executed suplex. The paddle was even more faint, slowly comin in and out of focus as Susie desperately tried to make sense of her surroundings again. She propped herself up on one knee, praying that her opponent would go for the now freed toy and buy Susie a little time to regain her bearings.