Lisa Giordanni vs "Mad" Max

Humiliation Match
Winner determined by humiliation submission accepted by the aggressor

Max stood in the locker room with a slight look of disbelief on his face. He knew that he hadn't been in a Tension match since the change, but a Humiliation match? That was humiliating enough to him to begin with...insulting even. Then again, it was in his nature to be a rather humiliating wrestler. His style screamed brawler, but his mental state suggested a perverted punisher of sorts. Nonetheless his true disposition, Max stretched for a while before donning his silver shorts over his silver boxers and muffled up his silver hair. He wasn't sure how physically demanding this was going to be, having never been involved in a humiliation match, but he was going to be prepared.

As he approached the tunnel, Max gave one exhale of breath a more metalized, lyric-less version of "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" filled the arena as he approached the ring, his silver hammer in hand. He carried in his other hand a metal plate that he struck twice every time the "bang bang" or "clang clang" part of the song played. The crowd's reaction was mixed and unsure as he bent the ropes to get into the ring, giving the hammer and plate to the ref to place at the ringside as he waited in his corner for his opponent to arrive.

After Lisa won her first match against another newcomer, AFW enjoyed her dominance over her male opponent so much that the managers decided to put her on a humiliation match.
Altough excited due to her win and curious about how a humiliation match would be ( it sounded kinda fun to her ) she was also a little worried about her opponent. She heard that he was strong, but not only that. She heard he was also mad.
As she put her tight red and white swimsuit, she tought:

"Well, he might be mad. But I won't be scared of him. Just beat him fast, and put him on compromising holds, and he will give up soon."

This idea gave her more confidenec as she walked to the ring under the cheers of the crowd.
Jumped into the ring, gave a wave to the crowd, and then turned to face her opponent.

Max's eyebrows raised up as his busty opponent made her way out onto the ramp in just a tight red and white swimsuit, showing off her curves. He couldn't help but smile and blush as she made her way to the ring, but he shook it off as soon as she got in the ring.

His blush receded and only his smile remained. "So, you're the woman I get to make beg for mercy from whatever my sick mind has for you?" he would say in an attempt to intimidate Lisa while trying to keep himself under control. There would be no need for the violent side of him this match, but there was nothing guaranteed that some of that side's thoughts may trickle out. Max would await a response or for the bell to signify the start of the match at this point.

As Lisa faced her opponent, she got more relaxed.

Ha... he's smaller than me... that's good.

Her confidence grew as she approached him with her dancy, sensual way of walking. Then she heard from her opponent:

"So, you're the woman I get to make beg for mercy from whatever my sick mind has for you?"

Lisa smiles, while keeping her face serious.

Hahahah... oh well, we got a cocky one here! By the time I'm done with you, you'll be crying.

She get's on fighting stance, and the bell rang.

"DING!"

Max may have been shorter, but that was something he had dealt with his whole career wrestling. His smile turned to a grin in response to Lisa's words. "Cocky? You trying to give me ideas of how to make you beg?"

It wouldn't be long after that before the bell rang and the match was on. Max immediately got into a neutral fighting stance, ready to circle Lisa before placing his hands up for a test of strength to try and prove his shortness was only that and nothing more.

As the bell, and the match started, the girl took a fighting stance and watched her opponent's movements.
Lisa came face to face with her ​​opponent in the middle of the ring. The curvy girl was eager to show her strength to that bold kid.

She grabs his hands and begins the test of strength. The brunette, thinking she could take him down easily, was surprised to see that this was being difficult.

"GHH ... he's stronger than I thought!"

Max wasn't planning on letting up as they locked fingers. He pushed back and up at the Italian beauty as they tested each other, neither giving an inch.

"You feeling bad that a little guy is showing you up?" he teased in hopes of getting a rise out of Lisa. Max wasn't too certain how he wanted to follow up the test of strength and was stalling at this point, certain that he was going to be the victor going into the test, but Lisa was putting up quite the fight.

Her opponent's provocations got Lisa's nerves.

Damn... you!

But her arms where failing her, as the boy was pressing them back. She decides to move closer to him, and grab his waist in her bearhug.

Ghh!...

( lol )

((careful of your double post))

Max smirked as he noticed that his words were starting to get to Lisa, but his little victory was to be short-lived as he felt Lisa break their test and immediately get close to put her arms around his waist to bring him in for the bearhug. As Max felt himself being brought off his feet, he tried to wrap his own arms around Lisa to try and apply pressure to her arms to get her to release the hold.

"Aww...Why didn't you tell me you like to dance real close?" he would comment while trying to mask the effects of the hug.