Other Nickname: The Black Widow
Age: 34
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'9
Weight: 160
Alignment: Tweener
Nationality: Egyptian
Born In: Cairo, Egypt
Hometown: Princeton, New Jersey
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Distant. If there was only one word that people could choose to describe Dalia, that would be the one. Even those she's warm to will be kept at arm's length, falling into that paradox of getting to know her while never really knowing her, a consequence of her cynicism and self-reliance. She also has a strong liking for structure, being easy to upset when things don't go to plan and agreements are broken.
She also knows how to get into people's heads and find out what makes them tick when she feels the need, and isn't above using her looks to get her way.
She also knows how to get into people's heads and find out what makes them tick when she feels the need, and isn't above using her looks to get her way.
Important Note: Please keep in mind that a character's views are not necessarily my own.
Part 1(WARNING: Contains dark themes based around toxic religiosity)
Dalia Nadeen Mahmoud, born Dalia Osahar Mustafa, was born into a strict religious home, in an environment that wasn't friendly to girls and women, to say the least. She was subjected to constant abuse, being hit or even beaten for the smallest of things, like dancing, eating what turned out to be pork, and arguing about wearing a hijab. Despite the horrid treatment, she would end up falling in line. Up until her teenage years, that is, where she realized that she happened to have a thing for girls as well, thanks to a close friend who was also into her.
She kept those desires to herself, however, as badly as she wanted to act on them. Ashamed and struggling, afraid of facing God's wrath if she gave in. But when this friend made a move, she couldn't resist. Unfortunately, her brother would happen across them and catch them in the act. After being dragged home, she would be brutalized by him, beaten to the point where she could feel herself starting to float away. When their parents returned to the home, he reported what he saw. Dalia would then be kicked out and left to fend for herself.
But she would not be homeless for long. Shafira Ishaq Rahal, her aunt, and Mahmoud, her uncle-in-law, would happen to check in with the family that same day, and after learning of what they did, would make an excuse to leave and begin a search for her niece, finding her in the care of a nearby sympathetic shop owner who had already called an ambulance. They followed along and stayed by her side during her recovery. Disgusted and horrified at what had been done to her, even more so in learning that Dalia believed she deserved it, Shafira was determined not only to take her in, but to bring her around to a freer way of thinking, like her sister Nadeen was trying to do with the masses.
It started slow, first with the showing of a household that was ran cooperatively with her husband, rather than her having to defer to his judgement in all matters. Their family partook in media that would've been considered sinful in Dalia's home. Panya and Moushira, their daughters, weren't forced to wear hijabs, although it was required of them outside, for their safety. They could dance. Sometimes, they would even argue with their parents, without consequence!
Dalia believed that she was living with a bunch of heretics, that God's wrath would descend upon them all like it had her, but as she was outnumbered, with no other place to go, she didn't dare express so much as a single word of defiance. Not until Shafira and Mahmoud started holding deep, philosophical conversations that were intended to challenge the beliefs that had been ingrained into her. As respectful as the two kept it, it would still get heated sometimes, mainly on Dalia's part. But the exercise would always have her thinking.
After two months had passed without some form of divine retribution, Dalia began to relax, enjoying the softer, open, loving atmosphere that her aunt and her family provided. She still had her faith, but she was questioning it now. Wondering if maybe it just wasn't for her. She was a regular teenage girl: She wanted to get out there and explore the world, see what it had to offer. She wanted to look pretty. She wanted to date boys (girls too, but she found she liked them more), and choose who and when she married. She wanted to be independent. Live life on her own terms.
But their environment made that nearly impossible, and resentment began to stir.
Things came to a head when a protest, organized and led by her aunt Nadeen ended in tragedy. She and her fellow protesters were met with a mob of opposing citizens, and with a lack of police presence, things quickly got very ugly. People were beaten, some to a severe degree. A few women were sexually assaulted. And in the midst of the chaos, Nadeen would end up being trampled. And that shining light -- an example human being: a champion of women's and LGBT rights, the right to be irreligious -- would be snuffed out.
That was the day that Dalia would reject religion entirely, developing a deep contempt for Islam in particular. And the day after Nadeen's funeral, Shafira and Mahmoud took steps towards moving the family abroad. They decided on Princeton, New Jersey, where Mahmoud would become a professor, as he was in Egypt. It took some adjusting for Dalia, who didn't know as much English as the others. But she would have Panya and and Moushira to help her along.
Dalia was quite bright academically, so she was able to work her way into Princeton as well. Things would get quite interesting for her there...
She kept those desires to herself, however, as badly as she wanted to act on them. Ashamed and struggling, afraid of facing God's wrath if she gave in. But when this friend made a move, she couldn't resist. Unfortunately, her brother would happen across them and catch them in the act. After being dragged home, she would be brutalized by him, beaten to the point where she could feel herself starting to float away. When their parents returned to the home, he reported what he saw. Dalia would then be kicked out and left to fend for herself.
But she would not be homeless for long. Shafira Ishaq Rahal, her aunt, and Mahmoud, her uncle-in-law, would happen to check in with the family that same day, and after learning of what they did, would make an excuse to leave and begin a search for her niece, finding her in the care of a nearby sympathetic shop owner who had already called an ambulance. They followed along and stayed by her side during her recovery. Disgusted and horrified at what had been done to her, even more so in learning that Dalia believed she deserved it, Shafira was determined not only to take her in, but to bring her around to a freer way of thinking, like her sister Nadeen was trying to do with the masses.
It started slow, first with the showing of a household that was ran cooperatively with her husband, rather than her having to defer to his judgement in all matters. Their family partook in media that would've been considered sinful in Dalia's home. Panya and Moushira, their daughters, weren't forced to wear hijabs, although it was required of them outside, for their safety. They could dance. Sometimes, they would even argue with their parents, without consequence!
Dalia believed that she was living with a bunch of heretics, that God's wrath would descend upon them all like it had her, but as she was outnumbered, with no other place to go, she didn't dare express so much as a single word of defiance. Not until Shafira and Mahmoud started holding deep, philosophical conversations that were intended to challenge the beliefs that had been ingrained into her. As respectful as the two kept it, it would still get heated sometimes, mainly on Dalia's part. But the exercise would always have her thinking.
After two months had passed without some form of divine retribution, Dalia began to relax, enjoying the softer, open, loving atmosphere that her aunt and her family provided. She still had her faith, but she was questioning it now. Wondering if maybe it just wasn't for her. She was a regular teenage girl: She wanted to get out there and explore the world, see what it had to offer. She wanted to look pretty. She wanted to date boys (girls too, but she found she liked them more), and choose who and when she married. She wanted to be independent. Live life on her own terms.
But their environment made that nearly impossible, and resentment began to stir.
Things came to a head when a protest, organized and led by her aunt Nadeen ended in tragedy. She and her fellow protesters were met with a mob of opposing citizens, and with a lack of police presence, things quickly got very ugly. People were beaten, some to a severe degree. A few women were sexually assaulted. And in the midst of the chaos, Nadeen would end up being trampled. And that shining light -- an example human being: a champion of women's and LGBT rights, the right to be irreligious -- would be snuffed out.
That was the day that Dalia would reject religion entirely, developing a deep contempt for Islam in particular. And the day after Nadeen's funeral, Shafira and Mahmoud took steps towards moving the family abroad. They decided on Princeton, New Jersey, where Mahmoud would become a professor, as he was in Egypt. It took some adjusting for Dalia, who didn't know as much English as the others. But she would have Panya and and Moushira to help her along.
Dalia was quite bright academically, so she was able to work her way into Princeton as well. Things would get quite interesting for her there...
Part 2 (WARNING: Contains details of abuse)
With the language barrier having been lowered, Dalia was able to make more friends. One of them being Julie Kornberg, who would go on to be three firsts and a lead-in to a fourth for her: Her introduction to mat wrestling, to sex, love, and she would later bring her into a sexfighting club that she was a member of.
She loved it. The wrestling offered her a way to defend herself, and the grappling was fun. Especially when she ended up on top. And the sex? She relished the thought of being able to explore that aspect of her womanhood. Dove right into it, and couldn't get enough of it. For her, it was not only good fun, but also a means of rebelling. Against her family, against the rest of the backward bigots back in her homeland, and everyone who thought like them.
The thought of it drove her to change her name when she learned that she could: She shed her father and grandfather's names and took on that of her late aunt's and her kindly uncle-in-law, who had done the most in pulling her out of the fundamentalist mentality that she was falling into.
Dalia would later leave the club when it came to light that not only was Julie cheating on her with another woman on campus, but the others were well aware of it. No one said a word of it, and a couple members would even cover for her.
There would be other people that she'd meet on the way to a degree in finances. Nothing that would last, but each experience would teach her something about herself. Perhaps most importantly, she would learn that she liked to be in charge in the bedroom. Little did she know at the time how life changing that discovery would be.
After earning her degree, Dalia would set out for the Atlantic City, to take a shot at making it on her own. Making her own mark and getting her slice of the pie. Along the way, she would come across a place that would give her the thing she was missing from her life: The Erotic Combat Club. A nightclub that featured sexfighting as its main attraction. After catching a few shows and speaking with the owner, Richard Zednik, she would figure out away to juggle the competition and her office job.
She would find a lot of success and popularity there. Having been trained in a grappling art, she had a major advantage over most others who were there when she stepped in the door. Through them, she would develop what would become a beloved brand of dominance: She was like a Black Widow (which would become her first nickname), casting a web that her opponents wouldn't see until it was too late. Lured in with her sensuality and mind games, captured in her legs, and stuck in a struggle that for most would be pointless in the end. Some would give up and let her do whatever, and others would beg her for more. She liked playing with the ones who begged, and the crowd liked to watch it happen.
There were only two people present who would give her problems: The then champion Serina Levesque II, and Eric Eros, the rising star. Both were terrible experiences in their own way.
Serina was disliked by most. A few had a healthy respect for her, but the only two who actually liked her were Richard and Alix Jacques. A sweet thing who was one of the ones who begged. A favorite amongst her prey.
Serina had a huge chip on her shoulder. First, she was in it to spite her prudish mother and prove that she possessed the skill necessary to reach the top. And then it also became about establishing dominance and making sure the other fighters knew who they were dealing with, and with that, their place in the club. Most had come up with some reason or another to hold her in disdain, and her surly attitude and open contempt for mostly everyone there, both amongst the roster and the audience didn't help matters.
But the way it was told to her, she was pushed and ended up making the turn towards becoming what she was then. That was the thing that got her respect: She had to put up with disrespect practically from the moment she came in, and responded by effectively making bitches out of everyone who stepped in the ring with her, grabbing the title, and holding it for five years, going undefeated all the while. It was something to admire.
The problem? Serina treated Dalia the same way she treated all but a few: First wrestling her ragged. The blonde was a monster, against whom nothing worked. She had an escape, if not an outright counter to everything she did. It was a losing a battle and Dalia knew it, but her pride kept her from surrendering. That was what her prey was supposed to do, not her!
In the end, she couldn't decide what was worse: The thought of submitting, or the reality of being driven to such a deep state of exhaustion that she was helpless to resist what came next: Serina treated her like she was merely the next person in a line that she'd been working for hours. Just going through the motions. "Get this one off, onto the next."
It was a humiliating experience that she never had the chance to pay her back for. After defeating Eric, she was off to work the independent circuit in vanilla wrestling.
Eric was even worse. So much worse.
He was a charmer. Cocky, but he'd earned it. Like her and Ionia, he'd steamrolled through the rest of the competition, eventually becoming the ECC's next champion. Dalia was the one he got through to claim the belt.
Afterwards, he made all the right moves to convince her to be his girl. He was sweet. Treated her like a queen. And he was even better in the sack than he was in the ring.
But alas, every relationship has its ups and downs. And when the downs came, he got violent. And as was the case with Serina, none of her knowledge would save her. Whereas Serina was technical, Eric was able to simply power through everything. He was a big man, unstoppable. Standing tall and brave even when she came at him with a knife, disarming her with ease. The beating that followed took her back to her childhood. And like she had then, she gave in. What else could she do? She'd made the mistake of letting him know where she lived, and he wasn't afraid to break in. He knew where she worked.
After that first time, when she showed up to compete in the club the next night, bruises and all after he fast talked a cop into leaving the night prior, he put on another performance that had everyone convinced that he was the perfect boyfriend, so loving and concerned. She felt so defeated that she abandoned her plan to tell them what he'd done. And of course, he beat her later that night. He'd already "convinced" her to take some time off from both the club and her job, so why not, right?
It was like she was right back in Egypt, living with her family again.
Dalia would stop going to the club entirely for a time, never doing as much as going near it until after Eric went and got himself arrested: He hit a bar to celebrate a title defense, got drunk, and ended up hurting somebody in a fight. He would be locked away for a few months.
Just a few months.
Now that he wasn't tracking her movements, Dalia went and purchased a gun and started practicing in a shooting range. She knew that he'd be coming for her when he was out, and when he did, she wanted to make sure she wouldn't miss.
When she returned, things would be as they normally were for the most part. But her lack of concern for Eric's incarceration would clue Richard in to their relationship not being what it appeared to be. It took some time, but eventually, she would confide in him. After learning of what he did, he terminated Eric's employment. He would definitely be coming for her now.
Dalia was on edge when he was released. Carried her gun everywhere she went, hiding it away in her purse. Constantly looking over her shoulder, and having a week of sleepless nights. When that week was up, it happened.
Eric had been told that he'd been fired and was no longer welcome in the club a couple days prior. That night, he got himself loaded again, decked both of the bouncers, and made his way in, knocking out anyone who got in the way. Sexfighting was all he had left, and Dalia had gone and took it from him. He didn't care what happened to him that night. Just as long as he made her pay.
He found her in the locker room, having just finished changing after another loss. The week was taking its toll. He believed he had her, even after seeing what she had in her purse. Her trembling hands had him convinced in his inebriated bravado than she wouldn't pull the trigger.
She did.
The gunshot didn't kill him, but the bullet hit his spine as it sped through his body, taking away his ability to walk. Dalia was terrified after, certain that she was about to be locked away. Fortunately, it wouldn't go down that way. Nobody saw exactly what happened in the locker room, but when the police arrived, Alix and Richard would both testify anyway, happening to tell the events as they occurred. All the other testimonies from eyewitnesses and those he assaulted made the jury see Eric for what he was: A nutcase. As a result, she was acquitted of her charges, and Eric would be locked up again.
Dalia had never been so relieved.
Richard made sure that she knew that she was welcome to return after the dust had settled. A gracious offer, but she needed some time away. Aside from those unfortunate events, Dalia enjoyed working there, but she needed some time away.
She loved it. The wrestling offered her a way to defend herself, and the grappling was fun. Especially when she ended up on top. And the sex? She relished the thought of being able to explore that aspect of her womanhood. Dove right into it, and couldn't get enough of it. For her, it was not only good fun, but also a means of rebelling. Against her family, against the rest of the backward bigots back in her homeland, and everyone who thought like them.
The thought of it drove her to change her name when she learned that she could: She shed her father and grandfather's names and took on that of her late aunt's and her kindly uncle-in-law, who had done the most in pulling her out of the fundamentalist mentality that she was falling into.
Dalia would later leave the club when it came to light that not only was Julie cheating on her with another woman on campus, but the others were well aware of it. No one said a word of it, and a couple members would even cover for her.
There would be other people that she'd meet on the way to a degree in finances. Nothing that would last, but each experience would teach her something about herself. Perhaps most importantly, she would learn that she liked to be in charge in the bedroom. Little did she know at the time how life changing that discovery would be.
After earning her degree, Dalia would set out for the Atlantic City, to take a shot at making it on her own. Making her own mark and getting her slice of the pie. Along the way, she would come across a place that would give her the thing she was missing from her life: The Erotic Combat Club. A nightclub that featured sexfighting as its main attraction. After catching a few shows and speaking with the owner, Richard Zednik, she would figure out away to juggle the competition and her office job.
She would find a lot of success and popularity there. Having been trained in a grappling art, she had a major advantage over most others who were there when she stepped in the door. Through them, she would develop what would become a beloved brand of dominance: She was like a Black Widow (which would become her first nickname), casting a web that her opponents wouldn't see until it was too late. Lured in with her sensuality and mind games, captured in her legs, and stuck in a struggle that for most would be pointless in the end. Some would give up and let her do whatever, and others would beg her for more. She liked playing with the ones who begged, and the crowd liked to watch it happen.
There were only two people present who would give her problems: The then champion Serina Levesque II, and Eric Eros, the rising star. Both were terrible experiences in their own way.
Serina was disliked by most. A few had a healthy respect for her, but the only two who actually liked her were Richard and Alix Jacques. A sweet thing who was one of the ones who begged. A favorite amongst her prey.
Serina had a huge chip on her shoulder. First, she was in it to spite her prudish mother and prove that she possessed the skill necessary to reach the top. And then it also became about establishing dominance and making sure the other fighters knew who they were dealing with, and with that, their place in the club. Most had come up with some reason or another to hold her in disdain, and her surly attitude and open contempt for mostly everyone there, both amongst the roster and the audience didn't help matters.
But the way it was told to her, she was pushed and ended up making the turn towards becoming what she was then. That was the thing that got her respect: She had to put up with disrespect practically from the moment she came in, and responded by effectively making bitches out of everyone who stepped in the ring with her, grabbing the title, and holding it for five years, going undefeated all the while. It was something to admire.
The problem? Serina treated Dalia the same way she treated all but a few: First wrestling her ragged. The blonde was a monster, against whom nothing worked. She had an escape, if not an outright counter to everything she did. It was a losing a battle and Dalia knew it, but her pride kept her from surrendering. That was what her prey was supposed to do, not her!
In the end, she couldn't decide what was worse: The thought of submitting, or the reality of being driven to such a deep state of exhaustion that she was helpless to resist what came next: Serina treated her like she was merely the next person in a line that she'd been working for hours. Just going through the motions. "Get this one off, onto the next."
It was a humiliating experience that she never had the chance to pay her back for. After defeating Eric, she was off to work the independent circuit in vanilla wrestling.
Eric was even worse. So much worse.
He was a charmer. Cocky, but he'd earned it. Like her and Ionia, he'd steamrolled through the rest of the competition, eventually becoming the ECC's next champion. Dalia was the one he got through to claim the belt.
Afterwards, he made all the right moves to convince her to be his girl. He was sweet. Treated her like a queen. And he was even better in the sack than he was in the ring.
But alas, every relationship has its ups and downs. And when the downs came, he got violent. And as was the case with Serina, none of her knowledge would save her. Whereas Serina was technical, Eric was able to simply power through everything. He was a big man, unstoppable. Standing tall and brave even when she came at him with a knife, disarming her with ease. The beating that followed took her back to her childhood. And like she had then, she gave in. What else could she do? She'd made the mistake of letting him know where she lived, and he wasn't afraid to break in. He knew where she worked.
After that first time, when she showed up to compete in the club the next night, bruises and all after he fast talked a cop into leaving the night prior, he put on another performance that had everyone convinced that he was the perfect boyfriend, so loving and concerned. She felt so defeated that she abandoned her plan to tell them what he'd done. And of course, he beat her later that night. He'd already "convinced" her to take some time off from both the club and her job, so why not, right?
It was like she was right back in Egypt, living with her family again.
Dalia would stop going to the club entirely for a time, never doing as much as going near it until after Eric went and got himself arrested: He hit a bar to celebrate a title defense, got drunk, and ended up hurting somebody in a fight. He would be locked away for a few months.
Just a few months.
Now that he wasn't tracking her movements, Dalia went and purchased a gun and started practicing in a shooting range. She knew that he'd be coming for her when he was out, and when he did, she wanted to make sure she wouldn't miss.
When she returned, things would be as they normally were for the most part. But her lack of concern for Eric's incarceration would clue Richard in to their relationship not being what it appeared to be. It took some time, but eventually, she would confide in him. After learning of what he did, he terminated Eric's employment. He would definitely be coming for her now.
Dalia was on edge when he was released. Carried her gun everywhere she went, hiding it away in her purse. Constantly looking over her shoulder, and having a week of sleepless nights. When that week was up, it happened.
Eric had been told that he'd been fired and was no longer welcome in the club a couple days prior. That night, he got himself loaded again, decked both of the bouncers, and made his way in, knocking out anyone who got in the way. Sexfighting was all he had left, and Dalia had gone and took it from him. He didn't care what happened to him that night. Just as long as he made her pay.
He found her in the locker room, having just finished changing after another loss. The week was taking its toll. He believed he had her, even after seeing what she had in her purse. Her trembling hands had him convinced in his inebriated bravado than she wouldn't pull the trigger.
She did.
The gunshot didn't kill him, but the bullet hit his spine as it sped through his body, taking away his ability to walk. Dalia was terrified after, certain that she was about to be locked away. Fortunately, it wouldn't go down that way. Nobody saw exactly what happened in the locker room, but when the police arrived, Alix and Richard would both testify anyway, happening to tell the events as they occurred. All the other testimonies from eyewitnesses and those he assaulted made the jury see Eric for what he was: A nutcase. As a result, she was acquitted of her charges, and Eric would be locked up again.
Dalia had never been so relieved.
Richard made sure that she knew that she was welcome to return after the dust had settled. A gracious offer, but she needed some time away. Aside from those unfortunate events, Dalia enjoyed working there, but she needed some time away.
Part 3
She would also take some time off of her job so she could go back to Princeton for a while. She wanted to be with her real family.
Dalia Nadeen Mahmoud was a survivor. After a few months, she would bounce back. Just in time for the Erotic Combat Club's revamping: Richard had managed to work out a late night television deal, and had even gotten a website set up. The club was renovated, and after its reopening, it would offer a larger variety of match types, including the one that she would come to be famous for: Oil matches.
The club wouldn't be the only thing getting a new look. After learning that the action was going to be broadcasted, Dalia decided to adopt the ring attire she has today, the mixture of skimpy clothing, hairstyle, and exotic accessories being a middle finger to her birthplace. She doubted that anyone there would ever see it, but she got a kick out of doing it anyway.
The oil matches were a tricky going at first, but she took to it. Even came to prefer it, as her steady improvements and eventual mastery allowed her to handle anybody, even the larger competitors who happened to know what they were doing outside of it. After everything that had happened with Eric, Dalia took a special joy in bringing them down.
The competition got tougher as more and more trained fighters trickled in, but she was already bumping it up with her training. Her record wasn't spotless, but she was still good enough to make it to the championship tournament. And after some hard fights, against Alix particularly -- she'd upped her game to a surprising degree -- she would hold the belt herself.
With the club's improvements came better pay. Payment enough to convince her to quit her office job and do this full time. That, and another venture: Over time, she'd garnered a collection of opponents who would come to her asking for some private domination, even offering to pay for it.
After purchasing an oil bed, having decided on her shtick, she would take them up on it. And thus was the beginning of the "Mistress of the Oil". She would attract other clients outside of the ring, with Richard helping to promote her new business.
It was a prosperous time. A happy time.
Years later, a very special client would apply for a session. A client who, after its end, would offer her another job in LAW. Dalia told the man that she would think it over.
It was a tough decision. On one hand, working for LAW would do wonders for her brand. And the figure she was offered by her client was much larger than what she was getting in the ECC. But on the other, she was loyal. Richard had done so much good by her, and she wanted to continue doing her part to make the ECC as big as it can be.
But Richard would talk her into accepting the offer, wanting to see her go on to bigger and better things. With his blessing, she would go on to discuss terms, agreeing to work for them on two conditions: That all of her matches are conducted with classic mat wrestling rules -- she would never be struck again if she could help it -- and that she would never have to perform in the Middle East. Egypt especially. Or any other place where religion is deeply rooted in society, or where women and minorities are treated as horridly as she, her aunt Nadeen, and countless others were. With that agreed on, she signed her name on the dotted line, and after saying her goodbyes, would be off to start the next chapter in her life.
Dalia Nadeen Mahmoud was a survivor. After a few months, she would bounce back. Just in time for the Erotic Combat Club's revamping: Richard had managed to work out a late night television deal, and had even gotten a website set up. The club was renovated, and after its reopening, it would offer a larger variety of match types, including the one that she would come to be famous for: Oil matches.
The club wouldn't be the only thing getting a new look. After learning that the action was going to be broadcasted, Dalia decided to adopt the ring attire she has today, the mixture of skimpy clothing, hairstyle, and exotic accessories being a middle finger to her birthplace. She doubted that anyone there would ever see it, but she got a kick out of doing it anyway.
The oil matches were a tricky going at first, but she took to it. Even came to prefer it, as her steady improvements and eventual mastery allowed her to handle anybody, even the larger competitors who happened to know what they were doing outside of it. After everything that had happened with Eric, Dalia took a special joy in bringing them down.
The competition got tougher as more and more trained fighters trickled in, but she was already bumping it up with her training. Her record wasn't spotless, but she was still good enough to make it to the championship tournament. And after some hard fights, against Alix particularly -- she'd upped her game to a surprising degree -- she would hold the belt herself.
With the club's improvements came better pay. Payment enough to convince her to quit her office job and do this full time. That, and another venture: Over time, she'd garnered a collection of opponents who would come to her asking for some private domination, even offering to pay for it.
After purchasing an oil bed, having decided on her shtick, she would take them up on it. And thus was the beginning of the "Mistress of the Oil". She would attract other clients outside of the ring, with Richard helping to promote her new business.
It was a prosperous time. A happy time.
Years later, a very special client would apply for a session. A client who, after its end, would offer her another job in LAW. Dalia told the man that she would think it over.
It was a tough decision. On one hand, working for LAW would do wonders for her brand. And the figure she was offered by her client was much larger than what she was getting in the ECC. But on the other, she was loyal. Richard had done so much good by her, and she wanted to continue doing her part to make the ECC as big as it can be.
But Richard would talk her into accepting the offer, wanting to see her go on to bigger and better things. With his blessing, she would go on to discuss terms, agreeing to work for them on two conditions: That all of her matches are conducted with classic mat wrestling rules -- she would never be struck again if she could help it -- and that she would never have to perform in the Middle East. Egypt especially. Or any other place where religion is deeply rooted in society, or where women and minorities are treated as horridly as she, her aunt Nadeen, and countless others were. With that agreed on, she signed her name on the dotted line, and after saying her goodbyes, would be off to start the next chapter in her life.
Strategy:
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Dalia has a grappling base that's rooted in mat wrestling, with a strong focus on submission holds. Scissor holds in particular, or anything else involving her legs that she can wrap her head around; most submissions that she employs are simple in execution, requiring little technical knowledge.
She also incorporates a psychological component to her approach in order to get her opponents where she wants them to be: In between her powerful legs, struggling to escape her clutches, working their way to the realization of how futile it is, and finally begging for release. Maybe for more. Or nodding off peacefully to sleep. Either option is good to her.
And of course, there is the matter of what she's most famous for: Oil wrestling. After giving the match type a try during her time in the ECC (Erotic Combat Club), she took to it and devoted herself to its mastery. Eventually, her talent would grow to the point where moving through oil is as second nature to her as moving along regular ground is to the rest of us. In this environment, she utilizes her expertise to tire the opponent out before attempting to get a hold locked in, preferring to play the long game.
She also incorporates a psychological component to her approach in order to get her opponents where she wants them to be: In between her powerful legs, struggling to escape her clutches, working their way to the realization of how futile it is, and finally begging for release. Maybe for more. Or nodding off peacefully to sleep. Either option is good to her.
And of course, there is the matter of what she's most famous for: Oil wrestling. After giving the match type a try during her time in the ECC (Erotic Combat Club), she took to it and devoted herself to its mastery. Eventually, her talent would grow to the point where moving through oil is as second nature to her as moving along regular ground is to the rest of us. In this environment, she utilizes her expertise to tire the opponent out before attempting to get a hold locked in, preferring to play the long game.
Beggar Hentai Match
A Beggar Hentai match is a bout where competitors cannot advance to a certain base sexually (either third or fourth) until the opponent has begged for it. Doing anything among those lines (for example, reaching into the opponent's underwear to perform a handjob for third, or initiating cowgirl or tribbing for fourth) will incur a penalty where the offending competitor must not resist the opponent (who will be allowed to do anything they choose) pleasuring them for a certain amount of time.
Beggar Submission Match
A Beggar Submission match is a bout where, as the name implies, regular submissions are not accepted. The only way the pain will end for the opponent is if they beg for it. Passing out may incur a penalty.
Total Domination Match
A Total Domination match is a bout that combines a Beggar Submission match with a Smother match and Hardstyle Reverse Hentai: Competitors must force the opponent to beg them to release a submission hold or make them pass out with one. Smothers are also acceptable for achieving a KO. A competitor that has been rendered unconscious will be revived before the match continues. After this is done, the competitor who scored the first fall must use their opponent to achieve an orgasm for themselves.
Black Widow's Web Match
A Black Widow's Web match is a submission bout where the competitors have the objective of making their opponent submit three times, with each submission having a penalty:
The first submission will incur the penalty of full body worship. After the second, the opponent will have to service their dominator in any way they please until their orgasm is achieved. After the third, the opponent will be taken as a PoW until the victor decides to release them.
The first submission will incur the penalty of full body worship. After the second, the opponent will have to service their dominator in any way they please until their orgasm is achieved. After the third, the opponent will be taken as a PoW until the victor decides to release them.
Signature and Finishing Moves
Dalia's special moves are simply her favorite maneuvers to her. If it doesn't already have a name, it won't have one at all. She never bothered with that.
If you're in this hold, it's because ya dun goofed. Big time.
Signature Moves
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Hentai Signature Moves
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Finishing Moves (Headscissors)
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Finishing Moves (Bodyscissors)
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Rib Crusher
Finishing Moves
Headsitting Boston Crab
Lotus Lock
Hentai Finishing Moves
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Critical Finishing Moves
Modified Banana Split
If you're in this hold, it's because ya dun goofed. Big time.
Critical Hentai Finishing Moves
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Mara Junot as Sindel
Relationships
Friends
- Alix Jacques
Family
Allies
Crushes
- "No."
Rivals
- Ionia
- Alix Jacques
Enemies
Lovers
- "Never again."
- Alix Jacques
Family
Allies
Crushes
- "No."
Rivals
- Ionia
- Alix Jacques
Enemies
Lovers
- "Never again."
