Cyber Saturday - Maria Castillo (Azteca Champion) vs. Mistress Paige

Time spent practicing her portrait headshots in front of her mirror back home was all being thoroughly rewarded as Paige dabbled in one creatively seducing expression after another for all of the ringside photographers snapping up their camera's fill. Pursed lips, flirtatious winks, even faux yawning over conquering the Azteca champion with astonishing ease. There was little room for debate in that regard considering Mistress Paige has maintained dominant control and was currently in the driver's seat of this match, a seat whose cushion just so happen to be the Reaper's blathering facials. "Ara Ara~...Feisty aren't you, my pugnacious Reaper? Further obedience training may be necessary before I have you groveling at your Mistress' feet~..." Paige cooed with circled hip swivels to practically have a grind party on Maria's captive countenance, afterward collapsing to the side and trapping her foe's head between her warm thighs with the Reaper's predicament hardly improving.

Although Paige prefers the theatrically extravagant and ostentatious when it comes to pleasing her audience, she certainly had no issues with having the match's momentum come to a stilted halt in this particular instance. She suspected her fans had no issues with witnessing her adversary becoming gradually subdued between the villainess' lovely thighs~...Maria apparently did though, as she scarecely managed to hook her foot over the adjacent ropes. "Aww, Killjoy..." Paige pouted with faux irritation as she released her headscissors, afterward accompanying Maria to the outside of the ring by yanking on her arm before snapping on a side headlock. Taking her for a stroll towards the other side of the ring where the stripper poll and Paige's impending victory awaited.

Vexing though it was to have Maria somehow escape her dire situation and courageously overcome the continuously stacked odds against her, Paige certainly couldn't fault the downtrodden reaper from putting on such an exemplary performance as the valiant heroine dauntlessly struggling onward against the dastardly seductress. In a different time, Paige may have even offered Maria a chance to flex her acting chops with a guest appearance on her old sentai show given that she had no qualms with pyrotechnics firing off behind her and learning synchronously posing techniques.

"Shame that our decadent dance must come to a premature end so abruptly, but I'd rather my dark angel still have some vivacious life left in you when you're twirling around on that stripper pole~...Spotlights centered and pulsating beats as you-" Paige's impassioned envisioning of Maria's sultry downfall continued as she cranked on the side headlock mushed against the theatrical dominatrix's cushioned warmth, but was upended by the Reaper dramatically thrusting Paige forward. The yelping vaudevillian comedically stumbling headfirst into the stripper pole, now swirl-eyed with drunken steps taken.

Suffice to say that being belligerently impaired while in the immediate vicinity of a stripper pole wasn't exactly uncharted territory for the Intergalactic Dominatrix. Paige's familiarity with the situation ending there though as she balked from the Lucha-Reaper's embrace from behind. Paige's hands grasping out at nothing before being pitched backward head over heels, landing with a splaying crash onto her shoulders and back of her neck with eyes tightened shut and gritted teeth on impact. A dazed and confused vaudevillian slumping onto her front side straight across from Maria, whom the audience finally started rallying behind with faint chants beginning to emanate louder from them. Paige pawing onto the apron as well for a guided tugging back to her feet, although still rattled and at a more lethargic pace than the Azteca Champion.

Rousing adulation continuing to swell up within the masses as the Lucha-Reaper's rebellious offense started making real headway, showcasing the first signs of resistance towards the Vaudevillians seductive entanglements that had wreaked havoc upon her sensibilities up until this point. A certain sentiment Paige herself could now sympathize with considering she'd just been dunked backwards just now, scarcely able to straighten herself out thanks to the adjacent ring apron. The battered Mistress swiveling in place towards Maria and the underside of her boot-*CRACK*-clacked against the bottom of Paige's jaw with spittle kicked right out of her mouth. Diverting Paige's half-lidded gaze to the rooflights and rigidly standing upright before starting to backpedal in a drunkened stupor until she'd eventually collapse spreadeagled onto the filth strewn table. Beer drinks splashing over in the process...