Duct Tape Duel: Katya vs. Sabine

Duct Tape Match: Must tie opponentâ€s arms and legs up using duct tape

Katya took a deep breath and stepped out into the AFW arena, the cheers of the crowd bringing a smile to her face. The Russian wrestler had never fought in a match this big before, but no nerves were showing as she strode confidently towards the ring, playfully blowing kisses to nearby fans. Katya wore her two-piece outfit of red miniskirt and top, and was beautifully made-up as usual. She happily flaunted her good looks as she bent over to duck through the ropes, wiggling her hips seductively for the cameras before stepping into the ring.

Following a few paces behind her down the entrance ramp was Katyaâ€s partner and bodyguard, Oksana. The thick-set fighter walked with folded arms and scanned the crowd with wary eyes, though she still grinned at Katyaâ€s flirty posturing.

The spirited Katya bounded across the ring, arms raised as she psyched herself up for the match, before settling into her corner. Her eyes scanned the canvas, scattered with duct tape dispensers, ready for the wrestlers to start wrapping each other up in it. Katya licked her lips and looked up to the entrance ramp, eagerly awaiting her opponent.

Sabine Shoana was not feeling as positive about her first non-hentai match than Katya was, even frowning when she heard the rules, while tying someone up was fun if they were enthusiastic about it, duct tape was not her favourite binding material in the world, after a bad experiences from using it instead of rope for a bit of bondage during her college days.

Still she couldn't have all her matches be ones where she fingered someone, that would just turn her favourite pastime into work. So putting on her normal seductive smile, her proper wrestling outfit consisting of loose black pants, a top showing a fair bit of cleavage and all her back, she slipped out: crawling down the ramp like a cat who'd discovered a very attractive mouse to play with.

"So you must be Katya," she said as she slid into the ring, eyeing up her opponent "and you're Oksana, right? It's going to be a pleasure meeting you both."

Katya watched Sabineâ€s entrance with interest. She stared unashamedly at the other girl as she crawled into the ring, sucking her lip thoughtfully. The girl she was about to fight had a fair physical advantage over her, taller and with a fit athletic body. She was also very pretty, and Katya smiled lustfully, clearly more than satisfied with her opponent tonight.

The Russian bowed her head respectfully as Sabine greeted her. “Pleasure will be all mine,” she replied in her accented English.

Outside the ring, Oksana muttered something in Russian, but Katya shook her head dismissively.

“Please ignore my friend,” Katya smiled at Sabine. “She is just my, er, bodyguard, and her English is not so good.” Limbering up, Katya walked from her corner towards the centre of the ring. “You can focus your attention on me,” she added with an impish grin.

Sabine smirked as she noticed how her opponent was looking at her as she stood up slowly, watching Katya in turn as she got ready. "This is gonna be fun after all." she said. Hoping that the "bodyguard" stayed out of the match, well at least it was good to know that the Russian had someone to carry her to the back when all tied up in duct tape.

When the bell rung Sabine immediately sunk down low, not to grapple Katya down but to sweep the Russian off her feet with a kick, using her left hand to help her pivot around as the Brazilian stuck her leg out, just to test how ready Katya really was.

Katya had been watching Sabine closely, admittedly more though lust then any wrestling expertise, so was quick to spot the other girlâ€s sudden move. It was a good opening gambit by Sabine, but Katya wasnâ€t quite as ditzy as she sometimes appeared, and had the reflexes to jump the leg sweep with a nimble hop.

The Russian had only just dodged, and her heart was pounding now the fight had begun.

“Sneak!” Katya exclaimed, looking down at Sabine with a pout.

She would reach out to grab the crouching girlâ€s head, hoping to hold it in place while she brought her knee up to connect with it.

"Aww..." Sabine mocked whined as she spun around back to facing Katya, kind of happy to see that she dodged her sweep successfully, only for her to grab the Brazilian's head and raise her knee into Sabine's face.

"Ugh" the dancing Succubi grunted as she was launched back, placing her hands down so she could roll back up to a crouching position, with a bit of gap between the two. "So that's the way you want to play it huh?" She asked, standing up and getting ready for the Russian to make the next move. Sabine had let her guard down once already. Katya was going to be a handful, but that would make seeing her tied up all the much more rewarding for the effort.

Katya cheekily flashed her tongue at Sabine as the other girl recovered from the opening strike.
“I just want to play fair! Maybe you should not go easy on me, hmm?” she smiled sweetly. “Or you will end all tied up in a pretty package…”

She began to stalk round Sabine but the other fighterâ€s stance was much more cautious now, with no real openings for Katya to exploit. That rarely deterred the Russian, though, so after walking slowly towards Sabine, Katya would simply run the last few steps and jump up to deliver a knee to the gut.

Sabine spotted the last few running steps and spun herself around, dodging to the side and sweeping her low aiming to take out the back of the Russian's legs. Both times they'd gone for sweeps and knees, each time having different results.

"Oh, would you like to see how rough I can get?" The Brazillian asked Katya "Being a package for you does sound nice but I'm sure there's one person around here who would much prefer a cutie like you all tied up... maybe a bow on top."

"Gahh!" Katya exclaimed, somewhat girlishly, as her legs were taken out from under her and she was dropped to the floor with a chastening thud.

She fell painfully on her ass, staring up at the skilful Brazilian. No way was this girl going to fall for simple strikes like that knee jump, Katya realised.

“Rough? Oh, I can take rough,” Katya said determinedly, even as she lay on the canvas, rubbing her backside. But she smiled self-consciously as Sabine called her ‘a cutieâ€.

“And who might that be?” the floored Russian said flirtatiously. As she did so she would try and reach for Sabineâ€s ankle. “You??” If she could reach her opponentâ€s leg she would try and pull her to the canvas also.

"Hmm...Ah!" Sabine yelped. Busy trying to answer Katya she didn't stop the Russian as she pulled her down. "Maybe it's me. Maybe it's someone else." She responded, trying to pull her into a headlock on the ground. "Although you would look good tied up."