Scalliwag Meets Rabbit Lord: Edward Sealgair vs Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom

Rules: Normal Match
Victory by Pinfall, Submission, DQ, or Count Out
Hentai Allowed.

Backstage, Tension Arena, before the show started.

Charlotte had hoped that once she strapped on the costume, layered on the makeup, glued on the prosthetic elf ears, something would click, like an electrical circuit closing. I am become Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom, fey countess of the Teatime domain, rabbit-lord by will of the Seelie Court!

She at least looked like the character in the backstage mirror—not a single feather out of place. But Shimmer was prompt in scolding her thoughts: Now now sweetheart! You don’t mean to say character. That’s a silly word for what we are. Charlotte took a deep breath. She was really here. Really, truly at the AFW, and she was wearing the ears, and there were marks in the audience to play up her Teatime Coterie. And they aren’t marks. They’re retainers. Come on now lass...You aren’t playing Shimmerlace. You’re becoming her. That’s the whole point, aye?

Aye.

Shimmerlace could hear the crowd just outside the backstage area—and it was a crowd, dozens at least, who showed up for her debut. And she wouldn’t say dozens more than she’d anticipated, because that thought wouldn’t even occur to her, nor would she think about the frightening reality of performing for the first time in front of potential fans. No, she’d just let her pulse pound, and she’d grin and bounce on the balls of her feet because she was ready. She was ready to suck the marrow out of the evening and have a damn good time. That was the kind of person Shimmerlace was.

And if Shimmer didn’t worry, what would Shimmer think about instead?

Ed. Eddy Boy. "Doonhamer of Dumfries," "The Scalliwag," Edward. Her Scots-Irish opponent. He was a cutie. Beautiful long hair, nice figure, an unbelievable ass...The boy came with what you’d call assets. And in a game like this?

(Shimmer glanced around the backstage area. The boy might already be in the room, tucked away in some corner to surprise her poor little girl’s heart. But no, the room was empty.)

In a game like this, one had no choice but to make sport of a boy’s assets. It might not be nice, but it was like that streamer BoomNoom had shown in her (delightfully HD in its recording) match versus the wee lad. Sometimes, kissing was a strategic necessity. Aye! Shimmerlace nodded, resolute, at herself in the mirror. And perhaps more than kissing, even, might be required.

Just the thought of all this match could be left Shimmer foggy-eyed, thumb nail between her teeth, rocking back and forth on her feet, pink as the rabbit on her logo and grinning all the time.

Well, what was the risk really? Strategic research and moodsetting were called for.  Shimmer gave one more glance around the backstage area, put her combination into her locker, tugged it open, pulled out her phone, and flipped through to the Noomi  vs Edward match saved for convenience on her iCloud.

"So, the studio wants to find a second wrestler, somebody bigger and older than me, to play my future self. But the big twist is, that me from the future is actually the villain, so I'll have to defeat my future, to save the past. That's pretty trippy, don't you think?"

"Uh...yeah? I think?"

It was Fighting Day at the Kyoto Arena, and Edward had been booked in a match, the high flying scottish teenager clad in his black and blue tights, boots, and vest, sitting in a chair in the hallway outside the mixed locker rooms, as his good speedo-obsessed buddy Ryo stood behind him, braiding Edward's long blonde hair for him like a good friend, while also talking endlessly about his upcoming new movie, "Time Speedo" which...was a whole thing apparently.

"You alright Ed? You seem a bit...distracted, considering you've a match coming up."

Ed sighed a little. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just a bit...I dunno. Unhappy with how things have been going for me lately is all."

Indeed, things had been less than ideal for the irish/scottish hybrid as of late. He had taken a few more losses recently, to Valley Doll and Saif. While Valley had agreed to become his trainer and manager after, she had since been forced to return to America on business, leaving their status in limbo.

The few friends he had made in his time in AFW, like Dash the surfer, the adorable Evelyn "Red", and even the mysterious and creepy Saif, had all left Japan recently due to other commitments, leaving Ed rather lonely, and with his losses piling up, his career wasn't looking too great at the moment.


"Well, at least you won't have to worry about your match. My understanding is your facing a new girl. Some cute girl named, get this "Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom", I've no idea what that's supposed to be, I think she's an online personality or something. Should be easy for you." Ryo said, finishing braiding Ed's hair and patting him on the shoulder to let him now, while Ed scoffed in response.

"Easy? Ryo, the last two times I fought with someone new in their first AFW match, it was Noomi and Dash, and both of them beat me. So no matter how new this girl is or how adorable her name is, I gotta expect she's tough. I don't want to get embarrassed...again...out the-do you hear that?"

Edward asked in his notable accent, jerking his head around as he heard something...specific. Granted, there was a lot of noise in the backstage area, as wrestlers and production talent moved around...but this was...someone moaning?

More specifically, he realized as the sound entered his sharp ears, that was him moaning. He recognized the sound of his own voice, of course, something that was only helped by there being very few other irish or scottish men around Tension, making it very easy to pick up on his own accented sounds.

Very confused, and wondering if there was say, something about him on the backstage monitor, Ed got up, waving Ryo off for the moment as he followed the noise a little ways down the hall...where he'd come to the source, a pink haired girl, standing with her back to him, while watching something on her phone, where the noise was coming from.

Ed's eyes widened in surprise. Was...she...watching porn of him? Edward knew he was developing at least a small fanbase...who often yelled that he was cute as he came down to the ring, making him blush, but he didn't think he had any fans that were...into him?

Wait...was there even porn of him available? Ryo did like to record things sometimes, but he always swore they were never uploaded online...

Finally Edward stepped in closer. The girl was far too tall for him to see over her shoulder, but as he listened, he heard his own voice mutter a name...Noomi? She was watching his match against Noomi? That was enough to make him blush, the memories of the humiliating, but highly pleasant, defeat at the streamers mouth and pussy was a...somewhat fond memory.

Still blushing, Ed reached forward, and tapped the taller girl on her shoulder to get her attention, and she'd turn to find Edward awkwardly rubbing the back of his blonde head with one hand, while the other waved and the blushing boy smiled politely.

"Um...Hello! I uh...couldn't help but notice your um...watching one of my matches...are uh...you a fan?"

The really spectacular thing about Noomi was just how fucking in the game she could be. Like here she was, taking Ed’s dick deep enough to tickle her vocal chords, practically juicing his plums in one hand—and she still got in the on point little soundbytes for the stream. "I think it's time… to milk you dry."

Shivers. Fucking shivers.

And then Ed? Poor moaning, shivering, gasping little fella...all curled up with that precious little lamb look and that quiver on his lip and then he’d moan and…

“are uh...you a fan?"

Gentle reminder, Charlotte: What would Shimmerlace do?

Shimmerlace glanced at Ed, then looked back to the phone and nodded. “Uhhuh! And, uh, let me say, boy, I’m just pleased to bits to see you here. Just—just one tic though, this bit...”

"Oh god Noomi! You're so tight, it feels so good!"

Shimmer scooted—little step, little shift—so her shoulder bumped up against Edward, and she shifted the angle of the phone so she and her new friend could watch together.

”This bit’s the best part." Shimmer kept her Belfast-colored stage whisper just loud enough to be heard over the knee-melting mewls of pleasure. “Oh, hey, when this is done, ah. Can I get like an autograph...maybe a wee selfie?”

Edward wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting this tall woman to do when he tapped her shoulder and revealed she had been caught in the act. Maybe she would jump, seem embarrassed or bashful about it, since he certainly would have been.

Instead, this girl took in his appearance as if he was almost...expected to show up, and she seemed completely nonplussed to see him, even sidling up shoulder to shoulder with him to show him her phone.

Having no idea how to reply, Edward just blushed as he watched himself moan and shake all over, mewling in pleasure before he finally submitted to Noomi's tight pussy and came, Edward remembering the intense mix of pleasure and utter humiliation as he re-watched his first defeat in the league.

As the video continued, and Noomi finished Edward off with her KO kiss, the cute teen had to look away, trying to think of what to say in response to this...offense? Awkwardness?

"...Sooo...you wanted an...autograph and a selfie?"

...That was the best he could come up with? Maybe Ryo was right when he joked about Ed being a beta male...

In the last moments, Shimmer's attention strayed from the match. Phone Ed had his advantages, but there were things a girl could only get up close, like the subtle salty smell rising from Edward's bare chest. The word seabreeze crept across Shimmer's mind, adding some imagery to the scene where she rested her head on that smooth chest, his hand combing through her hair...

Anyway, Shimmer kept glancing at him, and when he had to look away all puppy-like—Christ but he was cute. Blushing and...Well, there was a bit of desire in there too. Something needy, almost aggressive under his blush. Something lustful. That’d be for Noomi, wouldn’t it?

Shimmer suddenly found she was shutting off her phone before the match was entirely finished. Ed didn’t seem to notice. "...Sooo...you wanted an...autograph and a selfie?"

“Wait for real, a selfie?  Awh, rapid!”  That’d play amazing on Twitter! Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom meeting the Edward Sealgair—and on the night of her debut! Her coterie retainers would never believe her luck.

And if fate was going to be this kind to her, Shimmer was going to take every bit of mischief it could offer. The girl was bouncing on her heels as she positioned the two of them in frame, grinning, then mugging at the lens as she checked her hair (just the right amount of mess there!), then just before the photo clicked off, she leaned down (he was a short lad weren't he?), put an arm around Ed’s neck and — pop! — aimed to kiss him on the cheek.

While Edward didn't know what the girl was thinking, and wouldn't admit this even if he was asked, his bath blend consisted of rose hips, lavender, and a little Tahitian vanilla as well, to make the best scent possible...Ed liked to smell good.

She also wasn't wrong about Ed's thoughts. He was very much attracted to Noomi. She was cute, had spent the entire match flirting with him and making him feel good, and even though he was humiliated by losing to her...it had easily been the most passionate and erotic experience of his young life so far. Even his bf Ryo hadn't fucked him like that...it was...hard to forget.

But as the girl flipped her phone up and leaned onto Ed, he, wanting to be good to what he could only assume was a fan, leaned into her and smiled up at the camera...until her lips kissed his cheek just seconds before the camera went off, causing his original smile to be replaced as the camera flashed, and once Shimmer checked her photo, she'd see that Ed's emerald eyes were wide in surprise from her kiss, his jaw dropping and a bright red blush coating his face.

That same blush would be on Ed's face as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his blonde head, clearly not used to this situation, (despite his job as fighting fuckboy) and wasn't sure how to respond.

"Uh...heh...sorry about that. I hope I didn't ruin your picture..."

“I can assure you, mister…” A series of electronic ticks and tocks emitted from Shimmer's pink and rabbit-covered phone as she made her adjustments—the girl would up the saturation on the subjects' bodies, add the cat ear filter...Nothing much helped with the flash in Ed’s flash-struck eyes, but no matter. “...No statement uttered by mortal lips could ring more false. I don’t think there’s a power this side of the Gloaming Hedge that could ruin this picture.”

And—Tweet! Shimmer’s new favorite photograph fluttered off to join her other Whistles and Warbles, where it would no doubt go on to garner its meager but hard-earned 20-30 likes. Even after she'd sent it, she lingered on it, smiling to herself. Getting into this AFW business had been nothing but wading through naysayers and dire prophets of ill omen. It's a cutthroat business stacked on all sides by gloryhounds. They'll eat some LARPer like you alive. Yet here she was on her first day stealing and immortalizing a kiss from Edward Sealgair. Let the sharks eat her, she could die happy.

Spoiler:

“Aight boyo! Thanks a dozen for everything, you’ve been ah. Unbelievably cute, I think is the word.” The Seelie Scion was already halfway out the door on her way to her curtain-side mark.  “Catch you in the ring!”

The awkward and confusing situation, (from Ed's perspective at least) continued to be so as this strange tall woman complimented Edward for his participation in her selfie, before waving goodbye and leaving him and Ryo to themselves. She even called him cute!

Blushing, he raised his arm and waved goodbye to the beautiful and strange woman, still rather...bewildered by that entire experience.

Wait...what had she said there at the end?

He was distracted however, from these thoughts, by a tapping on his shoulder, turning to see an giggling Ryo holding up his phone. " *Snicker* Hey buddy, that girl you were just talking to? I found her twitter account. Check out her post."

Ignoring Ryo's giggles, Ed took the phone and looked at it, smiling as he saw the picture the girl had posted of him, enjoying the makeshift kitty ears and whiskers she had applied to the post.

"Heh...I do make a cute kitty..." he said with a small giggle, starting to think he actually rather enjoyed the strange experience...until he read the rest of the tweet, and realized just what the girl's final words had been and meant.

"...Wait...SHE'S MY OPPONENT!?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" came Ryo's response, the hentai jester of Tension clapping his best friend and lover on the shoulder as he chuckled while Ed's emerald green eyes continued to be as wide as saucer plates.

"Yep! That's Shimmer! Found her twitter while you were talking to her. What good luck for you buddy! Your opponents a total babe and seems pretty into you!"

...Clearly, Ed was doomed.

When Shimmerlace suggested bringing into the wrestling world Thistledown the White Rabbit, Charlotte imagined cramped cages in forbidding backstage rooms, poison planted by some malignant cunt with an axe to grind, and other nightmares for the poor beastie.  But AFW proved itself kinder than its reputation. Thistledown would lead a charmed life while in the care of her company handlers: the holding area was so wide as to make Charlotte’s apartment seem diminutive, and Charlotte could only dream of offering the fancy feed AFW fed Thistle as a matter of course.

So when Shimmerlace’s theme burst through the speakers, Thistledown sat on Shimmerlace’s shoulder, munching on a bit of parsley and blinking with mild, animal concern at the bleachers. Kind of bare bleachers ey? In the recordings, seemed like Shimmer never saw the back of a bare seat, but about a third of them were empty here.

Shimmerlace brought more than just Thistledown to the ring. She also brought a specialty smoking pipe—a long, pink-tinted glass tube that in addition to the main hollow column sported a pair of translucent angel wings. As Shimmer jumped into the ring, she took out a lighter and applied it to her pipe. Then she  took a HUFF, held it, and blew out a stream of pink smoke in the shape of a heart towards the audience.

“Top of the hour, human folk of the eastern hemisphere!” Shimmer’s grin cut her face crookedly, wider on the left than the right, in a kind of mischievous smirk. “Thank you for coming. Now I ain’t a good judge of appearance, but Thistledown here tells me you’re all neat and attractive as wee movie stars. Fantastic. I’m just pleased to bits to meet you all. Now just you keep your cold iron on that side the ropes, right?" Shimmer made eye contact with half a dozen members of the audience. Cold iron was always a threat to fey-kind, and she kept her warning here pleasant but serious. Her tone was somewhat undercut, however, when Thistledown stood from her shoulder and planted on her crown a pair of sweet rabbit paws. Shimmer continued speaking unabated. "...And keep your eyes wherever they most fancy, and I’m sure we’ll all be fantastic friends, right?”

By contrast, when Edward's theme played, the flute notes of Omnia's "Fee Ra Huri" blaring through the PA system in the Tension Arena, he didn't come out with any pets, or any kind of flash or personable attitude, walking out quietly with a nervous grimace on his face.

After the discovery that he had, in fact, caught his own opponent watching porn of him backstage and taking a selfie together, Ed had bid farewell to Ryo with a fist bump and made his way to the ring. It was still early in the night, only the first actual match of the night, and as a result, there wasn't many people seated yet, and the ones that were seated didn't make much noise for him.

Sure, there were a few fans clapping for him, but not many. Sadly Edward had yet to make a real mark in the league. His match with Valley Doll had been, by far, the only high profile match of his career, and while that got some eyes on him, he had still lost, and hadn't gained many fans from it, it seemed.

Clad in his blue and lack tights and boots, Edward walked down to the ring and slid under the ropes, the very short 19 year old getting up to his feet and staring across with emerald eyes at his opponent, the taller pink haired Shimmer, who had just effectively made a fool of him, raising an eyebrow at the...bunny rabbit she was holding...

Huh...ok then...

"So...you're actually Shimmer. That was an ...interesting prank...Thats...um...that's actually a REALLY cute bunny..."

He said awkwardly, the blonde distracted from what he had meant to say by the cuteness of the bun-bun, rubbing his arm before moving to take off his blue jacket, the blonde man with braided ponytail hair getting a few cheers from some horny women in the audience as he revealed his bare chest, making him blush a bit before he spoke again, his curiosity suddenly igniting as he recalled her choice of words as she entered the ring, which he had seen on the backstage monitor before coming out.

"W...w-what uh...what was that you were saying about...cold iron? That's...an oddly specific thing to mention, what are you like, a fairy-kin or something?" he asked, more out of curiosity and trying to avoid talking about finding her watching porn of him in public...and then his eyes widened as his brain made connections. An animal friend...strange personality and verbiage, the mentioning of cold iron...her odd behavior...where he had seen that before, in all his late night studies of mythology and folklore of different cultures over the years?

"...Oh my god you're a fairy..." He said with realization, as if it was the last puzzle piece that let him realize just...whatever it was...about this chick.