Yajiri Kasamatsu vs Mistress Paige

Standard Match, Hentai Allowed
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission, Countout or KO

“Oh no…”

Yajiri couldn’t believe what she’d gotten herself into. The girl had taken a couple years off from wrestling to focus on college. After graduating she’d taken the next few months to get back into ring shape before making her official comeback. When told they had a match for her, she’d all to eagerly agreed, assuming it would be another simple one-on-one like every other match she’d had. But when she got to the arena tonight and saw the match card, next to hers were two words.

“Hentai Allowed.”

What was Yajiri going to do? She’d never competed in anything like this before. And the fact that her opponent had “Mistress” in her name couldn’t have been anything but a bad omen. But maybe it would be ok. After all, “hentai allowed” didn’t mean this was a hentai match. She still just needed to pin this woman to get her win. Simple, right? Of course she knew that wasn’t the case, but she tried to stay calm and optimistic. Panicking wouldn’t help her here, though that didn’t stop her heart rate from doubling the moment her music began to play over the speakers.

Yajiri:

Taking a deep breath, Yajiri strode through the curtain and marched straight down to the ring. She tried not to look at too many people’s faces. The more aware she was of how many people would be watching, the harder this would be for her.

She rolled under the bottom rope and popped up, bouncing on the balls of her feet then stretching her limbs out while getting settled in her corner. “You can do this,” she silently told herself, once again trying to control her nerves while awaiting the arrival of her opponent.

"Ara Ara Ara~...To be cursed with such an overabundance of sweet cherries for my suckling pleasure, and yet with scarcely the time to savor the taste of each and everyone~..."

Theme Music:

Mistress Paige, The Villainous Seductress:

Tonight's villainous monologuing would be brought to you and the clamoring masses via the reverberating stadium speakers, the spellbinding sounds of the scintillating seductress preceding her flamboyant dramatization of an epic ring entrance. Spiraling spotlights complimenting the corny extravagance of Paige's bombastic theme music that played to the lingering nostalgia of those who recognized the elaborate presentation from Paige's critically unacclaimed superhero sentai show. Those same people, and a growing majority of the AFW fandom, all boarding the hype train behind someone who was quickly becoming a low-key fan sensation in the critical 18-49 year old demographic, including pre-teens who sneakily shirk their bedtimes and stay up late at night to catch some of AFW's more "PG" content. Paige having long since mastered and refined the age old adage of sex sells, and that dominatrixes are generally equivalent to more ratings.

"However...this young flower has an aroma that beckons me forth like a buzzing bee attracted to pollen~..."
"Why that unmistakable fragrance is indeed the smell of fear...fear of becoming one of the fallen~..."

A sluggish elevator platform would arise from beneath the stage as Mistress Paige emerged from the smokey brew with spinning spotlights roaming around the arena before zeroing in and highlighting the shameless dominatrix. A microphone in one hand and riding crop in her other, her silken bodysuit hugging tightly to every ample curvature with black thigh high stockings, boots, and a rubber corset. Every provocative step coming with a sway of her hips and the rigid attention of every cameraman and man in general as her piercing blue eyes honed in on the nebbish rookie as if she were mentally undressing Yajiri with those same eyes.

"Oh but never fear my darling dove, for the loving punishment from my whip is but to teach you servitude, obedience~..."
"...and poison your mind as the darkness from my lips entrances you into becoming a love-sick puppy on your hands and knees, basking in my decadence~..."

Paige was on point with her rhyming scheme today, continuing onward until she took a prolooonged step through the middle and top ropes, stopping to wiggle her butt for the cameras before entering the ring and coming center-stage to lewd whistles and scattered applause. An overly dramatic flick to her flowing hair prolonging the catchphrase everyone was waiting to hear and mimic. But not without turning to face Yajiri with a sultry smile and and a knowing swish to her hips.  

"For I am nothing but a terror and a blight~..."
"The name is Mistress Paige~..."
"And you'd best be ready for a fight~..."

All of Yajiri’s efforts to calm her nerves were undone the instant her opponent’s voice came over the speakers. The first sound of it made her jolt where she stood as if a ghost had appeared in front of her. Immediately after, she was treated to the sight of what many seeing it for the first time would likely describe as one of the more flashy and grandiose entrances of any wrestler they’d seen in some time.

From Yajiri’s point of view, the lights, smoke and rising platform all served as further signs that she was right to be worried. Not that an entrance alone necessarily dictated a wrestler’s skill level. But everything about it emphasized how different this all was to anything she was used to. From her own entrance to her in-ring arsenal, Yajiri was all about the basics. There was nothing basic or standard about this match tonight, nor with the woman seductively sauntering down to the ring. From the body suit to the riding crop, she was everything Yajiri imagined and more when she’d seen “Mistress” in the name of her opponent tonight. She was incredibly gorgeous, and the scandalous nature of her attire made the young Japanese girl blush shyly.

Though clearly intimidated, her eyes drank in the sight of the woman, swallowing a lump in her throat while Paige gave her luscious rump a nice shake for the camera before fully entering the ring. Her foe uttered her signature catchphrase, but what really took Yajiri by surprise was the crowd loudly shouting it right along with the dominatrix. The sudden boom of their voices calling out as one startled her and made her jump again. And then all seemed to be quiet, the eyes of Mistress Paige and the Friction fans all on her. She felt like they were waiting for some kind of response from her to her opponent and her flashy entrance, but what on earth could she possibly even conceive as an answer to that?! While her mind scrambled to decide the appropriate reaction, another noise added to her problems.

Ding!

The bell rang, and suddenly the match was on! Yajiri frantically looked first at the ref, then around to the timekeeper and announcers. No one had a word to say to her, only watching to see what she would do now. It made her feel like a little mouse thrown into a cage with a snake, while everyone else just watched on from outside the glass.

“Th-that was...quite an entrance…” she said, trying her best to seem as calm and collected as possible. “But it’s gonna take more than a fancy show like that to take me down!” With that she put her arms up and, steeling her resolve, rushed in with her arms up, attempting to initiate a lockup with the dominatrix!

You never get a second chance to make a good first impression, Paige's acting coach once advised to her and the rest of the class. A rather obvious bit of tutelage in retrospect, but one that nevertheless latched onto the burgeoning actress as she carried it with her from audition to audition. Her honed flair for the theatrical at the very least making her be remembered by the talent scouts either hiring her or coldly turning her away. This skill for leaving an impactful memory was vital when it came around to sticking out from the other aspiring actresses crowding up the hallways. And lo and behold, it also just so happened to be the perfect way to weasel her way inside the psyche of any unsuspecting foe in the wrestling ring, like a malicious virus being injected into their system that captivates and entrances them to her wicked essence...and if not treated could be lead to their very undoing and mesmerizing enthrallment for all eternity~...Or at least that was how Paige envisioned it while in character. The scandalous mistress striking her pointed pose to the dramatic conclusion to her theme, now patiently waiting for her opponent to offer a heroic rebuttal.

Only for it not to come...just an awkward silence that seemed to drag the moment onward. The referee and officials at ringside having nothing to offer but a shrug to the flabbergasted Yajiri, Paige finally unhinging herself from her pose to begin tapping her bottom lip with her index finger with a quizzical appearance. *Hmm...typical stage-fright. This maaaay be an issue if I want to extract an exquisite performance out of her...but...I think I can work with this~...* Paige internalized with a sinister smirk before casually flicking her riding crop over her shoulder and onto the floor back in her corner. There was little sport to be had in starting the match with such a blatant advantage...not to mention that bit of fun is best saved for later on in the match. At first Paige willingly locked up with the demure Yajiri, interlocking their arms and arching her back with a stiffened rigidity to her sinewy legs into the showdown that appeared to be a stalemate. That is until an abrupt abandonment of the lock-up allowed Paige to sneak behind the rookie for an affirming waistlock, one emphatic tug bringing Yajiri's butt bopping up against Paige's crotch and ear within sultry whispering distance.

"Taking you down will only be half the fun...what I intend to do to you once you're down there will be the other half~..."

An immense wave of relief washed over Yajiri when she saw Paige toss the riding crop aside. If she were lucky enough, maybe she could end this match before that ever actually came into play. That felt like a really big “if” but it was still a glimmer of hope, and that was more than she had when she first came out to the ring. All she had to do was wrestle this her way, and as long as she didn’t give the dominatrix an opening to turn this into a pseudo-hentai match, she had a chance.

For a brief moment it seemed Yajiri’s assessment was justified as Paige came in to lock up with her. This was where the young grappler was at her most comfortable. Maybe she could handle this after all. But…she couldn’t help but notice the fine details of Paige’s body her outfit did such a wonderful job of highlighting, specifically her amazing curves. Yajiri hadn’t ever looked at an opponent the way she was looking at Paige now. And she didn’t even realize she was staring until the dominatrix slipped behind her.

“Ah!” she yelped when she felt her butt press back against her foe’s crotch, blushing at the intimate contact and the realization of why she had hesitated a second ago. From here the escape should’ve been simple: grab the hand, loosen the grip, then spin out into a hold of her own. But the nervous girl, squirming at the sultry voice whispering into her ear, couldn’t get a good hold of Paige’s wrist, and found herself wriggling in her foe’s clutches instead.

“I...won’t let you!” she said, trying to sound stronger than she felt. Maybe even more embarrassing was the fact that in her heart she knew she didn’t hate how this felt...

The fact that Paige was an amateur wrestling champion and could grapple to her heart's content in the ring was a delightful little hidden gem of hers that most competitors wouldn't expect from someone who carries a whip along to her matches. It was how she managed to bamboozle Lucia into thinking she had zero chance against the wolfen celebrity, and partially why she was so assertive in the lock-up and so swift-footed towards transitioning into a roundabout waistlock. Yajiri's leering glances towards Paige's provocative style of dress did not go unnoticed, and that naughty curiosity of hers just made her seem even more like such an endearing plaything for the evening. The domme's mind-games appeared to be underway, Yajiri already beginning to be tainted into her decent towards the debauched...  

"Well I certainly hope you'll try. Why, where's the pleasure to be had if you surrender and roll over without fighting back and having me disciplining you first. Just like training a pet to heel...sit...roll over...mmm...beg~..." Paige uttering sweet nothings into Yajiri's ear to the dulcet tones of her inviting voice, purring from her soft lips with the warmth of her breath wafting against the side of Yajiri's cheek. A bit of distraction from Paige's other actions, namely gradually bending her legs at the knees slightly before slowly righting herself upward. Compelling Yajiri's legs to do the same and evoke the imagery of the rookie willingly being so lewd as to grind her rump all up on Paige's crotch like a drunken dance partner at a club, when it was the domme puppeteering her actions to do so. Further completing the sinful lap dance was Paige trailing one hand up for some tender squeeze-play...

It was a really, really good thing Yajiri didn’t know about Paige’s wrestling background. She was struggling enough as it was just dealing with the dominatrix’s sensual teasing. One of the few things keeping her mentally in this was the hope that maybe her technical skills might be enough to overcome Paige’s erotic tactics. If she knew that on top of already getting in her head and under her skin was also a skilled grappler, well...it’s good she didn’t know.

In any case, the young brunette was having quite a bit of trouble getting out of Paige’s clutches, which she largely attributed to her sultry, teasing words. The thought of being treated like a pet by Paige, fueled by the words spoken seductively into her ear, caused her blush to flare anew. “I’m not..your dog!” she (ironically) barked in defiance.

But if Yajiri was already blushing before, the red shade coloring her face deepened and darkened considerably when Pagie began to manipulate her into rubbing her butt into the dominatrix’s crotch! “H-hey! Stop that!” Yajiri said, before practically squealing in shock and embarrassment when Paige’s hand trailed much further up than the brunette would’ve liked. One hand went to that wrist to try to pry it away while the other made the same effort with Paige’s other wrist. It was likely a futile effort, considering Yajiri was smaller and weaker than her foe, and her arms had little chance of overpowering Paige’s. But this woman was making it damn near impossible to think straight. Yajiri couldn’t make a gameplan like this. She was reacting solely on impulses she wasn’t at all used to feeling in a wrestling match, and it wasn’t doing much at all to help her situation...

The noble, righteous stalwarts never could get the starch out of their shirts in time before Paige started working her "magic" on them, so to speak. The majority of them failing to realize that her seductive mind-games were being employed from the second the vaude-villianess starts striding down the ramp, riding crop in hand and lascivious intentions in her eyes. And it continues onward until Paige no longer needs an apartment to live in considering how firm a residence she will have within her opponent's head. Yajiri's lack of preparedness for what Paige lovingly specializes in basically meant she was coming to a gunfight with a slingshot...and her prospects dwindled even moreso as Paige appreciated Yajiri's warmth and inexplicably bold move on her part to start bumping and grinding against Paige like that.

"Mmm~...Stop what?~...You're the one taking liberties like that, and in front of the whole world no less..." Paige purred into brunette's ear with a sinful pout of feigned innocence as she continued the manipulative motions of making it seem like Yajiri was the one leading the hipful swaying motion against the domme's crotch. Those trailing hands of hers not having long to appreciate the toned physique of her prey before her scrambling panic put an end to that once she began clamping onto Paige's wrists. A vexing irritation that put an end to that bit of tender foreplay for now, but also meant that Yajiri was far too flummoxed to concentrate on the actual wrestling aspect of this match. Paige giggled maliciously before all of her strength was brought to bare on that waistlock before abruptly hauling the brunette upward, and slamming her down ass/tailbone first upon the domme's bent knee in a booming atomic drop.

Just when it seemed Yajiri had blushed as deep and dark as her body was capable of, Paige proved any such thought wrong. The brunette moaned at the words softly spoken into her ear, and her face turned a shade of red it might never have quite experienced before. It was almost as if the domme was doing that deliberately, like she had set a personal score or mark with Yajiri’s blush and wanted to see how far she could push it. Maybe not the most likely presumption, but that was how the young rookie felt at least.

For a mere second after she clung onto Paige’s wrists, everything suddenly stopped. But then that ominous giggle told her she was far from safe. In that incredibly brief span of time Yajiri went from having a small, fleeting sense of hope, to feeling it get yanked right out from under her.

Before she could make any attempt to stop it, she was raised up off the ground, only to be brought right back down onto Paige’s knee with a pained yelp. If the domme let go of her she’d drop to the mat and try to start rolling and sliding toward the ropes, all while her hands instinctively moved to cover and nurse her aching tailbone. But if Paige held onto her throughout, the brunette would simply find herself squirming on the dominatrix’s knee, which anyone could guess would be far from an ideal position for Yajiri.

Never so malicious as to deny her opponent/future plaything the time to recover from an agonizing maneuver...well, today anyway...Paige opted to catch and release Yajiri with a merry smile on her face. The shameful sight of the young hopeful rolling about and feverishly soothing her backside was embarrassing enough all on it's own without any intervention on the vaudevillian's part. How thoughtful of Yajiri to do Paige's job for her while the sinister dominatrix arose and stretched out her back. So far not having taken a lick of offense, but you can be assured the match would not end without a certain someone being subject to sensual tongue play and more before the night is done~...

Paige than dramatically flicking her hair behind her while proceeding to sensually strut towards the languishing rookie like a certified diva, with one leg emphatically crossing the other and a hand propped on her hip until coming across Yajiri having already scavenged her way towards the ropes. A decision she may come to regret, as Paige would waste little time in positioning her opponent's neck over the middle rope and draping her own ample thigh over Yajiri's shoulder and out the ring. It was a blatant rope choke that had until the count of five to be broken, which would be. But not without Paige using her free hands to savagely tug up Yajiri's nostrils and mush together her lips for all manner of humiliating facial expressions for the cameraman at ringside.