A Masked Double Debut: Destler Bartlett vs Skullface

Match rules: standard
Victory by pin, submission or KO

The Tension arena was bustling with excitement tonight. The card had already been packed full of intense matches, but one of the headline matches had especially caught everyone's interest. Rumor had it, two new fighters would be making their debuts tonight, and already there was a lot of opening speculation on what these two newcomers would be like.

The audience would not need to speculate for long, however, as one of the newcomers soon made his presence known. Red lights began to suddenly strobe the arena, and "The Widow Maker" by Carpenter Brut burst to life on the audio system. At that moment, a tall figure suddenly strode onto the ramp-- a tall, rather slender figure, a black leather jacket and matching pants that seemed to hug his light frame. His head was mostly bare, revealing short-cropped blonde hair, but his face was obscured by a heavy, skull-shaped mask that sat across his eyes. Even so, his leering eyes were visible under that ghoulish mask, as was his mouth, which at that moment was twisted into a fiendish grin.

The newcomer was holding onto a long, twisted piece of metal piping, which he held like a cane as he sauntered down the ramp as though he owned the whole arena. As he reached the ring, he slid under the ropes and stepped towards the center of the ring, twirling his metal club/cane as he gave the audience a theatrical bow. At this point, the announcer introduced the newcomer as coming from parts unknown, weighing it at 148 pounds, and his name, quite simply, as 'Skullface.'

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Casually tossing his cane out of the ring, the man known as Skullface slowly unbuttoned his jacket and threw it into his corner, revealing an incredibly fit bare chest underneath, with well defined chest and arm muscles that defied his slender build. He kept his mask on, however, and continued to smile devlishly as he leaned back against the ropes, waiting to see who his opponent for the night would be...

Soon after Skullface’s music had finally died down. The lights across the arena would suddenly go dark. And a chorus of spotlights would suddenly begin shining all around the audience and arena before finally settling on the top of the ramp. The sound of music slowly starting up until building into a a full theme!

A figure would finally appear at the top of the ramp. Their body fully covered in an all encompassing cloak and hood. Making it impossible to determine if it was a man or woman that was underneath as they made their way down the ramp and to the ring, their strides long yet not too fast to indicate they were running.

Climbing up the steel steps, it looked as if the figure was about to climb into the ring the standard way. In between the middle and top ropes. Yet in a sudden burst of speed, the cloaked figure would suddenly grab hold of the top rope and springboard off of it and into the ring! Flourishing their cape as they did so, the piece of cloth fluttering in the air!

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And what had took its place was a woman of stunning physique! Her pale yet toned body on full display beneath a revealing attire of red, blacks, and yellows! Yet the most defining aspect of her entire outfit was her all encompassing mask. A mask that covered the entirety of her head and leaving only her mouth exposed!

The crowd erupted at the sight of this beauty, and as she settled into the corner behind her. The announcer had shouted her name for all to hear! “And his opponent! The rising Phoenix!”

“DESTLER BARRRTLEEETT!!!”

Ryuji watched with fascination as his robed opponent entered the arena. Right from the outset, he gave his opponent points for presentation: this was a debut, after all, and it was supposed to be memorable, and whoever he was fighting had decided to shroud themselves-- literally in this case-- in secrecy as they made their entrance. A part of him wished that he had thought of it for himself, but then the audience wouldn't have gotten the same "creepy villain" vibe from him.

Ryuji was brought back to reality when his opponent made their grand reveal: instead of sliding into the ring like a normal person, his opponent leapt into the ring, discarding their heavy cloak in the process.

And what was revealed nearly made his jaw drop.

His opponent was, for lack of a better word, stunning. Her body was slender yet athletic, moving with a hypnotic grace as she landed in the ring and stood. Her unmarred, pale skin was almost fully on display in her skimpy red and yellow outfit, fearlessly showing off to the audience. But most striking of all was the mask she wore: even now, she kept something secret about her, and Ryuji found that aura of mystery enthralling.

The audience, naturally, was very enthusiastic about her entrance, and Ryuji couldn't blame them. True, if it were up to him, he might make some adjustments to her outfit (maybe just some simple modifications to the colour patterns), but otherwise, her entrance and appearance were at least an 8/10. Before he even realized it, he was walking up to Destler, arms folded half in villainous amusement, half in approval.

"Nice mask," he said, adopting Skullface's trademark rasping sneer. "Not as good as mine, but not bad either." He leaned a little closer to her. "It would be a shame if you were to lose it in your first match, wouldn't it?"

She knew that she had those watching her confused when she came out with her cloak covering every inch of her. Yet that just made her reveal all the more amazing as the crowd, the referee, and even her opponent himself were awestruck as her cloak fluttered away and her true form was exposed.

Finishing her pose, Destler would fall back against her corner and try a few final stretches. Yet when she saw her opponent begin to make his way towards her, Destler would suddenly find herself walking up to meet him. Her eyes trailing down from his obsidian black mask , to his chiseled bare chest, and the little V shape that he had just below his abs.

Meeting together in the middle of the ring. Destler with her hands on her hips and skullface with his arms crossed. The masked luchadora said nothing, her face remaining as passive as ever. Yet, when the blonde in front of her asked just how much of a shame it would be if she were to lose her mask, the luchadora couldn’t stop the grin from appearing on her lips.

Still remaining silent, Destler would take another step forward. Past the small distance that separated them and pressing herself chest to chest with her male opponent. Her breasts mushrooming just below his pectorals while her head cranked up slightly to look up at him in the eye.

“Funny. And over here I was just about to say the same thing. Well, along with the whole addition of how I’m going to enjoy nailing your mask to my wall. You know. To remember my debut by.” She finally replied. Continuing to stare up into his eyes with her own covered by the mask. That is, until the referee would finally step in to separate the two of them. Destler not resisting as she backed up a few steps and raised her arms. The referee finally calling for the bell to ring.

Ryuji had expected his opponent to respond with anger to his trash talk. Simply commenting on an opponent's outfit was one thing, but he knew that for all masked fighters-- himself included-- the removal of a mask was a huge taboo. It wasn't just a crossed line for luchadors: for Ryuji, at least, the mask was an essential part of his persona. To threaten a masked wrestler like himself or Destler was a grave threat.

That's why he was surprised when Destler responded by walking up to him, so that her breasts pressed up tantalizingly against his bare pectorals, and cooly returned his threat with one of her own. As Destler backed away, Ryuji exhaled the breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding. Destler was simultaneously intimidating and arousing: something told him he was going to enjoy this match.

Then the bell rang. Theatrically, Skullface stretched his arms behind his head as he began to circle Destler, motioning for a lockup. "Big words," he said, "let's see if you can back them up, hmm?"

The moment only lasted for a few seconds before the referee cut in and separated the two of them. But it was enough for both of them to properly gauge one another she supposed. At least enough to know that her opponent was more than willing to follow through on his threats if she didn’t give him a good fight.

That’s fair. After all, she felt the same. So when the bell finally rang, the two of them would immediately raise their arms and begin to circle one another. When she saw Skullface motioning for a lock up, Destler decided to oblige and soon enough the two of them were locked together and vying for an advantage.

Unfortunately though, it would quickly become clear to Destler that her opponent was the superior in the physical department. And if he began to push back, she would start to lose ground at an alarming rate. So in hopes of counteracting this change, Destler would suddenly break the lockup and try to yank Skullface’s head down in a headlock.

The downside (or upside depending on who you ask) was. It pressed the side of his face against the side of her breast.

Ryuji's heart skipped a beat as the bell rang. He was already circling Destler, taking a split second to admire the way the girl moved in the ring as she mirrored his movement-- it was hard not to be hypnotized by those hips of those. That momentary distraction was broken, however, as the two then suddenly tied up aggressively. For a few seconds, the two of them began to push and twist against each other, though little by little Ryuji began to force Destler back.

And then, in the blink of an eye, Destler slipped out of his grasp. The next thing he knew, his head was being squeezed against Destler in a side headlock, the side of her breast gently pushing against his cheek. All things told, there were worst places to be, but the face that the hold was squeezing his skull and neck didn't make it ideal either.

"Enngh..." Ryuji groaned, grabbing at Destler's wrist. He would try to wrench his head free; if he managed that, then he would try to reverse Destler's hold and instead wrench her arm behind her back, twisting her arm in a chickenwing hammerlock. Of course, in the process, his crotch just might end up grinding against her ass...

Destler grunted as she could feel Skullface trying to wrench out of her grip. The hold wasn’t exactly damaging, but it was giving the luchadora time to think as she held her struggling opponent in place. All the while doing her best to ignore how the feeling of his face rubbing and panting against the side of her breast.

Unfortunately however, Destler’s time to think would eventually run out as Skullface would finally manage to pop his head out of her grip and force her arm painfully behind her in a hammerlock. The feeling f which would elicit a pain filled gasp from the masked woman as she immediately tried to shimmy her way out of it.

Thankfully, her mask was there to hide her face. Or else her burning cheeks would be on full display as she felt her opponent’s pelvis press against her rear. But she would quickly shake away that distraction and would try to use her free arm to shoot an elbow behind her. Hopefully her blind shot would stay on target and slam into his ribs.

Ryuji grinned as he finally managed to reverse the hold, escaping from Destler's headlock and managing to twist her arm painfully behind her back. He was rewarded by a low groan from the masked girl as her arm was bent the wrong way; in exchange, though, her shimmying caused her butt to rub almost teasingly against his crotch. He didn't mind, of course, and if anything he was sorely tempted to rub his crotch against her ass right back.

Unfortunately, Destler didn't give him the chance, shooting a hard elbow back that smacked into his ribs. "AUGH!" he gasped, releasing Destler and taking a few steps back. "Ooof...fiesty." Taking a few breaths, Ryuji would suddenly break into a charge, trying to nail Destler with a clothesline as she turned around...assuming, of course, she wasn't fast enough to react in time...

Despite the…”distraction” Destler would remain focused on the match that was happening. Struggling against Skullface’s waistlock before finally shooting a sharp elbow behind herself that would luckily grant her, her freedom. The masked Luchadora instantly spinning herself around so that she could face her opponent, her arms raised in defense.

She would ignore the jabs about her feisty Ed’s and would instead tense herself when she saw Skullface suddenly break out into a charge! The rookie didn’t need to be psychic to know that what he planned to do would not be good for her! So in a surprising and sudden motion, Destler would charge forth as well! However, she would duck underneath the approaching clothesline first. Instead continuing to run to the opposite end of the ring and rebounding off of the ropes! Charging straight towards Skullface’s back, and when she was close enough she would jump and shoot her legs out for a dropkick!!