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Looking for my first match!
Wed Oct 16, 2024 8:32 pm by CaptainL
Hey there! Just got my first profile approved, and I'm ready to get started at AFW. Hit me up on Discord or DMs if you want to discuss things!
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Match request
Tue Sep 10, 2024 1:09 am by Nurin
Hai saya Nurin and I wish to have my first match here you can pick any of my girls (if you pick one of the hellhounds it will either be handicap or tag) for a match
https://www.afwrpg.com/t23085-nurin-s-girls#582172
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Femdom matches with smothers in mixed matches
Mon Jun 24, 2024 2:01 am by jdo_sss
If anyone has any female characters that needs more wins and uses moves like stinkface, breast smother etc let me know message me on discord thanks
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Madeleine Citronelle, Countess of Exquisite Taste
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Madeleine Citronelle, Countess of Exquisite Taste
Core Character Concept
Sex, Status, Stuff.
Isn’t the alliteration cute? I’m sure it helps the psychiatric students memorize pathological motivators as they prep for their board certification exams. And somehow it never occurs to them how cruel their reductive little mnemonics feel to the human beings they purport to treat. Here’s another gem: “A personality disorder characterized by a grandiose sense of self-importance, lack of empathy, and tendency towards socially exploitative behavior.”
Status. Stuff. Sex.
Yes. I confess—J’avoue, c’est moi! I am a creature of exquisite tastes, tastes that I feed without shame. My gimmick is the vampire because I drink deeply of life’s blood. Some of my supper is indeed “stuff”: The sweet cantatas of Bach, for instance, encoded on glossy vinyl, or the ennui of an Ishiguro novel pressed into fine parchment. And yes. Some of what I crave is sex. And some of my joy comes from reaping the status I earn.
For some of you, this personality profile is somehow enough to prove that I don’t bleed, that I don’t laugh, that I don’t cry...That I don’t feel deeply. But damn the white coats. I do feel deeply. And when I’m done, so will you.
Patient Notes
Sex: Female
Age: 26
Eyes: Blue (usually under red or gold contacts)
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5’4” (a sensitive fact of life for her)
Weight: 152lb, 69 kg (technically overweight; point it out at your own peril)
Nationality: French
Alignment: Heel (Lawful Evil)
Entrance music:
- Gloria:
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyqjN8Au8QI
She’s never seen Babe (fortunately for those in management who suggested this theme), but she appreciates Saint-Saëns as a French composer and adores the Organ Symphony.
Background
From a set of undated, private clinical reflections Madeleine was asked to compile for Dr. Diane Batson, PsyD.
Childhood was difficult. Teasing made me angry, getting angry made the teasing worse. Pretty soon I’d bitten someone, and there was blood and crying. Later there would be spankings. Then around collège (your middle school) I learned enough rules and self-control to coexist with people. The part of me that manages all that, I call her Keeper. You would call her highly neurotic; I’d say she has keen attention to detail in an insane system. Collège is also when I started The Red Book. See, just because Keeper could smile at a thing, that didn’t make what they did right. So when something was done, I made a red note in the red book, which belongs to Brittle, whose expertise is patient planning.
And then, beneath all of that, there’s Grandiose. Who is Grandiose? Grandiose is a creature of exquisite taste and sharp hunger. Hunger for what?
The third movement of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony represents a confrontation between Good and Evil, C major and C minor. The heroine struggles against darkness and defeats it with laughter (in the bass strings). Then she rises through the linking passage mist and bursts forth, like a valkyrie, with golden noise, into the fourth movement...the purest triumph in the entire repertoire. Dooo Mi Soool, Fa Mi Re Do Re Dooo! Listen to that sound. I recommend the Barenboim recording from 1994 Berlin. That sound is Grandiose—what she is and what she wants.
But the world has not always been kind to Grandiose. There have been...lovers' quarrels, professional misunderstandings. I spent so much time learning how to be small around small people, but it was never enough to fit. But why not just leave the small people altogether? That’s where AFW fits in. At AFW, I can let Grandiose simply...breathe. I’m finally going where I’ll be allowed to stand at my real height.
It’s going to be pure Beethoven.
Laptop of one Charlotte Lavigne, C4-78-A8-AF-6F-EB, filepath ‘charlavigne@shimmertop:~/Documents/personal/diary/05-07-2022.odt’
- ”Shimmerlace Background”:
- Charlotte Lavigne is another character on my roster. She’s Madeleine’s ex. Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom is Charlotte's in-ring persona, alter ego, and imaginary friend.
—So, Shimmerlace.
—So, Charlotte.
—I’m shitfaced.
—Thoroughly so, aye. On account, as I understand it, of Maddie joining up with AFW, oh, a week or so after you. And in a whole division ahead of you...On account of “substantial talent.” That you apparently lack.
—FUCKING HELL
—FUCKIN ‘ELL. That’s what you sound like Charlotte. That’s you right now. Calm your tits, right? Look. Drop the baggage at the baggage claim and keep your head on crooked.
—She’s a manipulative, cruel, self-obsessed, dangerous little…
—Aye, a wee cunt. Who sleeps with dolls.
—...the dolls were cute
—Aye. But don’t go telling her that. Or about the sweet lil face she makes when you finish her off~
—CHRIST THAT FACE ow Shimmer my heart why
—All I’m saying, sweet wain, is don’t take her so serious. She’s just a person, same as you, with a seriously pretentious front. Look, I say it’s an opportunity for some real fine pranks against a real deserving target.
—No.
—C’mon! It’s not SO dangerous. If she gets violent, we always got the bedtime dolls for blackmail. And that wee therapist she thought she hid so well. AYE I’M HEADING OFF TO HEAR MOZART (for the fifth time this month), GLAD YOU’RE SUCH AN UNCULTURED RUBE CHARLOTTE AND WILL NEVER ASK TO COME WITH OR SPECIFY WHERE IN FRANCE THEY PLAY MOZART WITH SUCH BIWEEKLY FREQUENCY. Fuckin’ arrogant cunt.
—We’re not using her mental health to blackmail her Shimmer. It’s good and frankly surprising she goes for help. We’re not ruining that. And anyway she doesn’t deserve being messed with.
—Like fuck she don’t! You’re talking about a sadist, dear.
—She likes to act like that, sure. But she’s got her soft spots, you know? Little, cute ways about her, however she tries to cover it up. Like the way she is with stray cats.
—She did have a bit of a savior complex with creatures feline, aye.
—Look I fucking hate her too. Really. I really, really do. But if we go poking the wrong buttons she might blow up and ruin herself, right? Most folks don’t know the right buttons, but we do. And she deserves a chance here same as us. Best thing is just to keep our distance and pretend she’s not here. Alright?...
...Alright, Shimmer?
Fighting Style and Preferred Matches
Physical Statistics
Endurance:★★★★
Strength:★★★★
Speed:★★★
Defense:★★★
Technique:★★★★
Wrestling Statistics
Strikes: ★★★
Submissions: ★★★★
Powerhouse: ★★★
Aerial: ★★
Counters: ★★★★
Madeleine can hold her own through a variety of combat forms, but her favorite style by far is submission wrestling. Details to be added her at a later date.
Favorite Submissions:
- ”Stretch Muffler”:
- ”Hanging Tree Leglock”:
- ”Figure Four LegLock”:
Preferred Matches:
Madeleine’s Preferences: Madeleine schemes to set herself up in matches where she can show off and dominate. Although she would not admit it to herself, that often means angling towards weaker or more vulnerable opponents—and in matches that allow her to be more brutal, such as handicap, hardcore and POW matches. She also is happy to participate in Hentai. Stuff, Sex, and Status, remember?
Madeleine also holds grudges, which she records with meticulous memory in her mental Red Book. She will pursue storylines where she looks to avenge perceived slights.
Writer’s Preferences: Speaking on the meta, I enjoy playing Madeleine dominant (as given above) and want her to maintain a level of credibility that Shimmerlace or my other characters won’t be as concerned about. However, I’m OK with the occasional close loss, and more importantly I’m also interested in storylines that will humiliate Madeleine—she’s the type who will respond colorfully. And anyway, she deserves to be kicked. But I would want the really humiliating losses to be part of a storyline and not something done casually.
Appearance
- Madeleine's Favorite Portrait:
- Main Attire (No Cape):
- Main Attire (Cape):
- Evening Wear Outfit:
- Amused At Someone's Expense:
- After Being Defeated:
- She Has a Crush:
- Hentai Gear (nsfw):
- Shimmerlace Made Her Laugh:
- Out On the Town:
- On a Date:
Personality
// For the most part, I've tried to make Madeleine’s personality apparent throughout. However, I've included an excerpt from a scene in Madeleine’s career to give people a sense of what our style might be like in a thread. The canonicity of these excerpts is somewhat fluid.
- ”Madeleine vs An Enemy”:
Not much about the girl under Madeleine resembled the shark-themed wrestler “Sharptooth.” Madeleine had stripped off the swimsuit, broken off the forearm fins, and punched out the silly jagged mouth piece.
“You don’t seem to mind that ‘Sharptooth’ is scattered around the ring, Shaylin.” Madeleine had the naked girl wrapped around her like a J—the jobber’s breasts against the mat, her calf and thigh crooked around Madeleine’s neck, her hip on Madeleine’s knee. Nerds in the audience would recognize a stretch muffler. “Weren’t you proud of your gimmick?”
“Sharptooth ain’t a costume!” In spite of the purple dildo up to its hilt inside the girl, Shaylin somehow kept her voice steady. “She’s a spirit of the waves! The torpedo of terror, who beelines for booty. You can’t—fuck.”
Madeleine rolled her free thumb over Shaylin’s angry little clit, stimulating her in rhythm with the music. Mozart K. 488 II. One of her personal stipulations to the no-disqualification hentai match was that it would be performed to a fitting score.
“You know, I think you just weren’t that attached to poor Sharptooth.”
Drool had puddled about Shaylin’s lips, and you could almost see the steam rising off her scarlet face.
“Yeah, well, I think your technique is shit and the music’s boring. We all got opinions like buttholes, what’s your point fish-breath?”
“Hm.” Madeleine pressed lightly on the end of the dildo. Shaylin squeaked—almost cute. For being such a slut, she was so delicate down there. “I have two reasons for thinking this.”
Madeleine pulled the dildo out all the way to its tip, then slid it back inside. Even though Madeleine’s grip on hold was light, Shaylin didn’t buck or kick or try to roll. She just let herself be slid into, slid out of, slippery and moaning and heaving and drooling until she was a disgusting fucking mess. The piano slid and twirled around in the air, almost chipper in section B while it flirted with the orchestra.
“First, you agreed to this match. No disqualifications. And you had to know it would go like this, right?”
“I did not!” As Shaylin tried to say this, Madeleine leaned into the hold, tightening the stretch on her victim’s back at the same time that she raised the tempo on fucking the girl. Shaylin’s protest came out as a squeal.
“Come on Shaylin. No you did not know? Know what, that you were going to get squashed? You just admitted you’re losing to the entire audience. No one does that unless they enjoy it. No, dear, you don’t care about ‘Sharptooth.’ You put her on like a cheap set of lingerie because you like how it feels when someone better than you strips it off and leaves you a mewling, nude, characterless mess."
“Fuck…” Shaylin almost gave a serious buck of protest then—or was she just thrusting into the silicone cock? Either way it was useless.
“As for the second reason...Simple. Like anyone else, I can just read your face. Cheap. Fucking. Jobber.”
That almost ruined everything. Shaylin sputtered, tried to find something to retort, but just made a hungry groan instead and tensed so hard for a mortifying second Madeleine thought she’d actually cum. But when she released the hold and let go of the dildo, the heartbroken, desperate look in Shaylin’s face reassured her. The match was still on, and the music had moved to section A’, where the piano slid quietly, with menace, around chromatic half-steps.
Madeleine proffered her black, legging-clad foot to the girl’s face.
“Kiss it, and be forgiven.”
Shaylin stared her foot, then at her face. “...For what?”
By the time Hélène Grimaud had reached Mozart’s bridge passage and the mocking plucked strings, Shaylin was screaming. Madeleine had held the stretch muffler just enough to get access to Shaylin’s cunt. The figure-four lock she gave everything.
For what?
There were many entries in the Red Book for Miss Shaylin Fleck. Sneering at Mozart. Mocking her twintails. Lording over Charlotte after a cheap win. Posting ageist shit on her Twitter about retired champions worth fifty of her.
Enough to deserve humiliation. But the real line she’d crossed, and what brought what was to follow, was when she had kicked that cat on a Thursday evening at 7:56pm after a sparring session with her team.
Shaylin was already twisting and writhing, clutching her face, but Madeleine pressed her foot harder into her groin. The pressure one shin put on the other felt delightful.
“You signed up for a no disqualification match and thought it would all be sex and fun because I sold you on a few kinks? Tsk. And as usual, you’re fixating on the shallow piece. Screaming on and on about the pain. What you’re not thinking about is what would happen if I broke you?”
“W-what?” The girl went ghost-white.
“There it is. You’re realizing the months, minimum, that injury would mean. Months with no pay. And you’re not the most assiduous with your finances, are you? And who knows—injuries like that don’t always heal the way they should. This could be your last match ever.”
Even though she must have known it wouldn’t do anything, Shaylin pounded the mat in submission. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Please please please!”
Madeleine did in fact loosen the hold. And gave a whistle to the crowd. As Shaylin started to calm, a man dressed in an impeccable English butler’s outfit stepped from the crowd and into the ring. He was holding a clip board and pen. The clipboard he placed at her side, the pen in her hand.
“Try anything funny with that pen and I’ll break you,” said Madeleine.
Fear had crept back into Shaylin’s eyes. “What is this?”
“A faceclaim transfer. I want Sharptooth, and unlike you I happen to know people,” she nodded at the man in the suit. “So. The suits upstairs have agreed to it. But I want your signature before we move forward. Make sure we’re doing right by talent. So you get to pick.”
Mozart’s second movement fadded off with a long series of high, icy, stacatto notes. Some in the crowd cheered. Many more booed. Some watched in shocked silence. They would all remember this tomorrow.
“Your gimmick or your leg?”
- Madeleine vs a Friend (re-used from Shimmerlace bio):
- Shimmer backed away from Madeleine, clutching her side, her footwork more a woozy scribble than a zig or a zag. Madeleine’s moves, meanwhile, were water. Until they collided with her. Madeleine’s right hook sailed inches over Shimmer’s ear as the pinkette ducked to the side, but her knee cracked Shimmer’s jaw a second later.
She hit the mat, panting like an animal in heat, smiling all big and goofy. And also bleeding. There was a lot of blood, she thought. Maybe that accounted for the woozy, telescopic warp in her vision.
“Look, Maddie, don’t go and—”
Shimmerlace had been going to follow that up with hold back or anything, but Madeleine’s foot in her ribs garbled the message.
”Fuck.” Eyes clinched shut, Shimmer heard Madeleine’s feet beat against the mat. Badum-padum, a boxer’s jig, rubber on plastic.
“And somehow she does it in heels. Fuckin’ monster.”
When Madeleine’s fingers closed around Shimmer’s ankles, she opened her eyes and took a moment to enjoy the woman looming over her. Shimmer had seen Maddie at her worst. Six a.m. Hair in a nest. Not a drop of caffeine. And even then the beast took its roost in her gladiatrix eyes. Fucking gorgeous, even at six a.m.
But here? The view of her body down below was a frame for her face—a sexy, dominant, athletic frame. Pale thighs, a scarlet, silky leotard around a thin waist, a long crown of regal, golden hair somehow still lovely for all their fighting. But her face...
“If you’re planning to eat me up.” Shimmer had gone still, panting on the mat—not a lot of point squirming now. “I only ask you take your time. Let me get comfortable while I’m being all devoured and such, y’know?”
“Lavigne…”
“Er...Snuggleblossom actually...”
“...That ridiculous stage name is not now, nor has it ever been, a real last name, Lavigne.”
“I mean. It actually is, you would know this—“
“Listen. Worm.”
“Ah. No. See, for that kind of roleplay...” Shimmer tried, with limited success, to scoot away from her concerningly bitter roommate. “...I actually identify as a deer. Well, cervitaur is the, like, fantasy word for it—Maddie it’s not like we’ve never had sex, these are things you know...”
Madeleine stared at Shimmer. Then smirked, jumped, and brought 148 pounds of girl down through her knee into the warm space between Shimmer’s legs.
”Shit!” was what Shimmer had intended to say. What actually came out was a wheeze as she barreled over, clutching herself.Shit shit shit shit fuck shit, cunt. Well at least that last one was appropriate, something in Shimmer mused beneath the ripples of pain. Cock sucking little shit in bloody fucking fuck’s fuck
“I believe this where I get to say something about revenge and its sweetness...” said Madeleine, as she planted her heeled boot on the small of Shimmer’s trembling back. “...Little, what was that lame nonsense? Centaur?”
Even at the time, in a match that had gone much better for the pinkette, Shimmer had thought punting Madeleine might have been unwise. “M-mistakes were made,” Shimmer murmured between gasps.
Madeleine leaned into her knee. “Indeed they were. Just think. Had you been just a modicum more fair, more considerate a week ago, you wouldn’t have to feel this right now.”
“...Now...now Maddie...” Shimmer’s breath started to steady as the pain settled into an ache. “Don’t say—look. I’m not criticizing! Trust me, this feels fucking lovely. All I’m trying to say is, when I punted you, like, I didn’t mean to give you a fetish. Feels like I’ve dirtied you...”
Madeleine used her boot to shove Shimmer on her back.
Then, she got down on a knee and, gentle as a doe nuzzling her fawn, stroked Shimmer’s hair. Her cool fingers, pleasant against a sweat-soaked scalp, sent a shiver through Shimmer even as the pinkette’s body went stiff as plywood.
“Dirtied me…?”
Fuck.
Shimmer scrambled back, but Madeleine kept up effortlessly, grabbing almost gently hold of her subordinate’s costume, lifting and pressing her against the ring post. When Madeleine’s lips met Shimmer’s, it gave her goosebumps. Her tongue brushed her lips, and Shimmer leaned in.
After the kiss, the taste of blood lingered more strongly in Shimmer’s mouth. Her blood, unsettled by Maddie. Shimmer’s mind hazed over as Madeleine’s lips ran from her lips, down her cheek, to her neck.
“I know you like me, Lavigne.” As she whispered, the breath from Madeleine hit just behind Shimmer’s ear and made her gasp. At the same time, her hand slipped inside Shimmer’s costume, inside the athletic bra, and those same cool fingertips brushed her nipple. “But dirtied? Pardon my language, dear, but who the fuck do you suppose me to be?”
This was why Shimmer had joined the AFW. Her joints ached, her back hurt to bend, and her groin still gave the occasional shudder. You would think the body might recoil after that treatment, but if anything it made the skin more sensitive to tender touch, as if it ached for Madeleine’s forgiveness, to be embraced after it was beaten. Shimmer ran her hand up Madeleine’s thigh and cupped the curve of her back.
Madeleine broke off her kisses. “You can’t dirty me.” Madeleine’s posture hardened like iron. Pulling back on the leash. “I know you’d like to imagine with all your games you have that kind of power, Shimmer, but you don’t. You can barely keep up.” To emphasize her point, Madeleine moved from Shimmer’s breast down to cup her groin. She pressed her thumb firmly up and in and then around. Even through fabric, the effect on Shimmerlace was electric. Already flushed and shaking, she moaned. She arched her back, her neck, and tried to pull Madeleine into an embrace, but the blonde pushed her back. No, she seemed to say, the only stimulation I need for you, you can get down there. Her golden hair fell around Shimmer, forming a corridor so all they could see was the other’s face and body.
Though her eyes were closed, Shimmer knew how her face must have looked. Flushed, contorted with almost painful desire. “...You win.” Shimmer’s voice was feathery as she collapsed into her rival’s touch. Then the pinkette cracked her eyes open and saw her reflection in Maddie’s. “...I...admit it." The smirk Madeleine had been wearing faltered as she sensed what was coming. "You’re the better tsundere.”
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Join date : 2022-06-22
Age : 31
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