Zulime Lafitte vs. Patrice Juilliet

Zulime eyed her opponent warily. The blonde woman had to have known that she was all but done for, but it would be interesting to see what this woman would do in her final acts as a free woman. Patrice was not going to go down quietly, and Zulime respected that. The blonde actress sent a kick towards Zulime's midsection, but it was painfully slow and terribly weak. The Riverboat Queen caught it without trouble, and looked at Patrice malovelently with Patrice's heel still cupped in her hands. Sure, she had to toss the handcuffs aside to catch the kick, but they were not that far away. Within distance, for sure. But Zulime was not looking at them, she was staring a hole into the actress.

"Fine, suga, we can do it like that." Zulime twisted Patrice's ankle, trying to get the woman to roll over onto her front. From there, Zulime would take a step or two around, and then plop her large rear on top of Patrice. Then she would start bending Patrice's leg back in a single leg Boston crab, leaning back theatrically as she did so. She did not have to run her hand through her long dark hair, but hell, it sure as hell wasn't hurting anything.

Which is something that could not be said for the submission move. It was probably just rubbing it in at this point, but so be it. Zulime did not step into the ring this evening that she may acquire a new friend, especially given all the things that had happened prior to the match. The Cajun girl was not trying to hurt the woman that much, but more to keep the woman in place so that she could reach over and grab one of the handcuffs.

And from there, it would be quite easy. She reached back and attempted to secure one of Patrice's wrists in the handcuffs. The blonde woman surely would know the inevitable then.

Well, at least she tried. This certain kick was going to be far from any highlight section of Patrice's career, but it did serve a purpose. Kinda. Not the purpose of damaging the opponent, but the purpose of upholding defiance. Oh, and apparently also sending the handcuffs flying again! At this point, that had to be considered as a huge plus.

Zulime didn't seem to agree though. The way her eyes were nailed at the French Actress told the whole story. But should Patrice have really cared about that? No. She had no reason to let the Cajun girl get anything easily tonight. Frankly, if anything, it had already been almost too easy for her...

Unfortunately, right now Patrice was no longer in any position to hamper Zulime's progress. Once her leg had gotten caught, that was it. It was effortless for the Riverboat Queen to roll the blonde over to her front, and start locking in the Boston Crab. Which, by the way, hurt, but not really much at all anymore compared to all the other stuff the blonde had just gone through.

And yes, Patrice knew very well that it was all over now. She knew it already before she felt Zulime leaning over to grab the handcuffs once more, and the metal first contacting the skin of her arm. This had been a night of high hopes for the blonde, but as the handcuffs locked around her wrists, her dire fate was becoming finally sealed.

The blonde woman seemed to accept her fate. There were people all across the world who would kill for a night with Zulime, and Patrice had resigned herself to it. Although, a night with the Cajun girl in these circumstances was not going to be fun for anyone. Zulime was going to make damn sure of that. And as she slapped one of the rings of the handcuffs on Patrice, she was just that little bit closer to taking the blonde woman home.

Zulime let her opponent's legs go. After all she had been through, Patrice had probably been through enough. Plus, she wanted to make sure that the blonde woman would be up and at 'em for the remainder of the night's activities. She grabbed at Patrice's arm, not that the blonde was offering much resistance, to keep it in place. Then with great flourish, she grabbed the other ringlet, and looked to apply it to Patrice's other arm.

The Riverboat Queen did not feel like doing this quickly and efficiently. She was straddling Patrice now, and gave the blonde woman a playful hump so that she knew what was to come. If she were successful in her work to win the match, she would push herself off the mat, take a step back, and marvel at her work. This had been a long time coming, and she wanted to take a moment so that she could savor it, just for herself.

And then she would enjoy it with the crowd. She spread her arms wide, looking around, raising an eyebrow to them. The Riverboat Queen was quietly asking them if they wanted more. She was going to have all that she wanted, but they were going to have to be satisfied with just this. But it was quite satisfactory...

Wrestling was supposed to be fun, right? It usually was. Sometimes you won, and yes, sometimes you lost, but there was sheer thrill and joy in the performance alone. There was great satisfaction to be found in the zeal of the crowds, in hearing their admiring and unforgiving reactions to the events of the squared circle. And Patrice was one who loved to deliver what they were yearning for.

But not tonight. Tonight was a catastrophe.

True, it had been quite an extraordinary match. Probably, or most definitely, a sight to see. That was for certain, if only based on the roar right now. So, obviously a success?

But Patrice had had a personal vendetta against her opponent. She had had a mission. Zulime had had to go down. And this end result could have been nothing but a sad failure. Sad, humiliating failure.

The Cajun girl didn't hurry, she took her sweet time. Patrice could tell that. But resistance, defiance, they were just not worth it anymore. Performing right now wasn't even enjoyable anymore, and that already spoke immensely of the blonde's situation. She just wanted to get the hell out of here.

To where though? That was the next, maybe even more excrutiating question.

By now the pair of handcuffs was solidly locked in place around the French girl's wrists. And the only thing she could do now was to wait. Lay on the mat humiliated, beaten and downed, and hope that her quest for tonight was over.

Actually, now that she thought of it... The match was really over, right? And she was pretty close to the ropes... Just a subtle roll away... Could she achieve an inconspicuous exit?

Zulime basked in the glory for a little while. It was quite the show that she had just put on, and Zulime wanted to be appreciated for it as a natural show-woman. She walked around a little bit, letting all four corners of the arena get a full frontal look at the Riverboat Queen. Her smile was infectious, and she let the crowd roar their hearts out. Finally, however, she did have to turn all the way around, back to where it all started.

And there she saw Patrice, trying to scramble away. It was kind of adorable, really. This match was a PoW match, and Zulime had the right to Patrice's body. She was not one to let a hard-earned victory go to waste, especially when the prize was as sweet as the blonde woman in front of her. The Cajun girl chuckled a little bit as she watched the French woman's attempt to escape, quickly gaining ground on her with every passing step.

"You ain't goin' anywhere, sweetie." She reached down and grabbed the woman's foot. Like a cavewoman hauling her prey, she started dragging to the edge of the ring. She sensually dipped between the bottom and middle ropes, and then jumped down to the ring, letting her chest bounce as she did so. Zulime grabbed at Patrice, and attempted to throw her over her shoulder in one fell swoop, showing off the strength that she had showed for most of the evening.

"You and me, ain't we gonna have some fun?" The question seemed like a rhetorical one, but the way Zulime posed it, the threatening intent could not be denied. She bounced a few times, just to rub it in. The Riverboat Queen waved a few more times as she walked up the ramp, and then disappeared into the backstage area...

The match had been quite a showstopper, but not quite in the way Patrice had envisioned it to. Instead of a decisive victory and a thorough payback from the events at the jazz club, the blonde had only got herself thoroughly humiliated. Instead of using her brain and sneaky tactics to script Zulime's demise, the Cajun girl had proved her body's superiority over the blonde's own in every possible way. By now it was evident that Patrice had come to this match tonight woefully unprepared, and the Riverboat Queen had not missed her opportunity to introduce the French Actress the wide range of activities that regularly took place inside the AFW ring.

Trice was beaten, humiliated, exposed and cuffed. She had done her best, but that had not been nearly enough. Honestly, the thing she was desiring the most now was a quiet retreat to backstage, and ample time to lick her wounds.

Not happening. While Zulime did indeed have an interest towards celebrating her victory, she wasn't going to do it at the cost of letting her opponent disappear. Before Trice got where she wanted, she was already being dragged to a whole opposite direction. And instead of walking out of the arena with her own feet, apparently Zulime was going to offer her transportation on her shoulders.

Patrice's escape attempt might not have succeeded, but she had to admit that there was something quite righteous in this situation. Despite her own few moments to shine, Zulime's thicker body had clearly been the dominant one, in every possible way. The blonde had been subjected to the gorgeous curves of the Cajun girl's body, the crushing power of her thighs, the skillful magic of her fingers... And being carried out of the arena like a hapless, cuffed prey was quite a suitable result of all that. And frankly, by now Patrice was really starting to feel like one...


Winner by orgasm, pinfall and handcuffs: Zulime Lafitte
Patrice becomes PoW of Zulime