Match Type: Hentai Pinning match
Rules: The match takes place inside Evelyn Levesque's private apartment, now equipped with dozens of discreetly hidden cameras. No strikes or weapons are allowed. Victory can only be achieved by bringing your opponent to orgasm, followed by a successful pin for a count of three—within 30 seconds of their climax. If the pin isn't secured in that time, the wrestler must force another orgasm to try again.
Standard submission holds are legal but may only be held for up to five seconds. Verbal submissions do not end the match. Evelyn Levesque
Her appartment
"Ugh, how much longer is this chick going to be?"
It was just after 5 PM in the quiet suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. The sun's dying light filtered through the blinds of Evelyn Levesque's apartment, casting soft shadows across the living room’s modern, minimalist décor. Polished hardwood floors reflected the warm glow of pendant lights hanging over the kitchen island, and a fresh citrus scent lingered in the air.
Evelyn lay sprawled across the plush sectional in the corner of her appartment. Her long, toned legs stretched over the edge, arms lazily resting behind her head. She wore nothing more than a snug white designer sports bra and matching black short-shorts that clung tightly to her curvy hips. Her ample bust softly rising and falling with each exasperated sigh. Her pale skin glowed in the natural light, and her silky platinum blonde hair flew freely behind her.
The only piece of jewelry she wore was a silver chain necklace, from which her wedding ring delicately hung. Despite how dangerous it might be to have it on her, it was a personal artifcat that she refused to part with, even during the more intimate matches. She fiddled with it absentmindedly as she stared at the ceiling, her thoughts split between anticipation and annoyance.
The apartment was in perfect condition. All fragile décor had been tucked away for safekeeping, the dog was secured in the laundry room, and a quick sweep confirmed that every camera was perfectly hidden and ready. She’d made sure of it. Adaku, her fiancée, had practically begged her to keep the place spotless after the chaos of the last match. The cleanup had been brutal to say the least, but Evelyn had found a way to have a little bit of fun with it by intducing her signifcant other and removing any sort of fabric from her body as she did the clean up.
And dispite that beautiful moment the two had just had, here she was again. Waiting for another random challenger to come strutting into her space, ready to roll around in the bed that was meant for her and her beautiful Nigerian fiancée.
Stacy couldn't believe what was happening. A hentai match... at Evelyn Levesque's apartment?! To say she was excited would be an understatement. Excited, but just as nervous. Stacy wore a tight black top, and black yoga pants to match as she made her way to the lavish apartment, stopping to take it all in. "Nothing like my apartment... or any I've even been in...." she laughed awkwardly before shaking her head and regain her focus.
Stacy opened the door after taking a deep breath, her eyes wandering a moment as she admired the kitchen before turning to meet her opponent as Evelyn lie on the couch. "She's so... beautiful...." she thought, red painting her face as she took another deep breath to recenter. This was her moment, she knew a win here with get fans and wrestlers talking, and she intended to win. Evelyn looked as confident as Stacy knew she always was, stretched out and looking slightly annoyed at Stacy's late appearance.
"Fashionably late... when we're done tonight, I think you'll thank me for coming all the same... nice to meet you, Evelyn!" Stacy said with a teasing wink. She bent down to stretch in her tight yoga pants before offering a pre-match handshake. "I can't say I've wrestled in a bedroom, but I'm more than happy to start whenever you're ready... after today, your bed will make you long for me." She winked again, finding her trademark confidence as she enjoyed the soft scent of the apartment.
The sound of the front door creaking open jolted Evelyn from her lounging position. Her heart skipped a beat, and a rush of adrenaline surged through her chest. Who the hell just walked into her home like that?
She sat up quickly, her eyes darting toward the hallway leading to the front entrance. For a brief, panicked moment, her mind raced through possibilities—an intruder? A mistake? Where had she put her pepper spray? Before she could scramble off the couch to search for it, a partially familair figure emerged through the entryway.
The platinum blonde's tense posture softened with recognition, her heartbeat slowing as she exhaled sharply.
"Stacey?" she asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and irritation. Evelyn had never actually met her opponent before, but of course she had seen videos and pictures of her. So even in a state of panic, Sevesque was able to recognize her.
"Wha… do you always just barge into people’s homes without knocking? God, if this were any other house, you’d probably have a gun in your face by now."
She let out a breath, forcing herself to ease up. It wouldn’t help to get under this girl’s skin just yet—especially when her entire job tonight was to bring her opponent to euphoric defeat. Evelyn sat back again, adjusting her posture to be more inviting, crossing her legs in a way that subtly emphasized the toned curves of her thighs.
Stacey stood just a few feet away now, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as her eyes landed on Evelyn's barely covered form. Evelyn noticed it immediately and smirked to herself. Her opponent had that charming, girl-next-door vibe, shoulder-length dark hair, fair clean skin, and a pair of peircing ocean-blue eyes that had a brighter array than even Evelyn's own. She was dressed plainly in a tight black T-shirt and yoga pants. A practical choice, Evelyn supposed, since there was no way to know whether her clothes would survive the night.
Watching the Twenty-Five year old's cheeks turn a deep red mere moments after the dark haired American laid eyes on her, Evelyn resisted the urge to roll her eyes. If it were any other context, she might have smacked the girl and reminded her she was engaged to a woman far more deserveing of Evelyn than her, but proving loyalty to Ada could wait until after she’d embarrassed this flustered little toy on camera.
"Oh, don’t worry about it, we all make mistakes."
Her voice turned warm, even teasing, as she subtly shifted her weight. Her breasts bounced slightly with the motion, an intentional move meant to pull Stacey’s attention downward. She caught the younger woman’s gaze lingering and smiled sweetly.
"It’s nice to meet you, too!"
As Stacey lifted her hand for a polite shake, Evelyn ignored it. Instead, she closed the distance and pulled the American into a soft, but undeniably suggestive hug. Her large breasts pressed firmly into Stacey’s chest as she held the embrace just long enough for her opponent to inhale her signature citrusy fragrance.
"Oh, trust me… this is going to be the best experience you’ve ever had. A few girls have come over to play while my fiancée’s away, and let’s just say… we all had an unforgettable time."
She finally pulled back, offering Stacey a playful wink as she settled a hand on her hip. Her posture was casual, but her eyes were warm and inviting.
"So tell me, Stacey… are you a 'get-down-and-dirty-right-away' kind of girl, or do you prefer a little sweet talk first? I mean, we could always get better acquainted after the match, if you’re more of the 'let's get it over with' type."
Truthfully, Evelyn wasn’t in the mood to draw this out. The sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could have her apartment back to herself and make everything perfect for Ada’s return. But she wasn’t about to rush if Stacey wanted to build a little tension first.
If Stacey seemed interested in chatting, Evelyn would graciously offer her a seat on the couch, leaning forward just enough to keep her opponent’s attention where she wanted it. On the other hand, if the American was eager to get started…
"Perfect! I’ve been dying to get my hands on you. Here, I'll go ahead and show you to the bedroo...... actually, hold that thought. I just had an idea."
Evelyn paused, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her lips. The idea wasn’t just because she didn’t want this stranger rolling around in the bed she shared with her fiancée, though that was definitely part of it. No, it was also inspired by her last match, where an impromptu location change had made for an unexpectedly thrilling encounter.
"So, you said this is your first match on a bed, right? Well… technically, the match usually starts on the bed and it tends to stay there for the majority of its time. That being said, there’s no rule saying it has to. In my last match, my opponent dragged me into the shower. We stayed in the steamy shower for quite a while, and honestly? It some of the hottest, erotic, most intense parts of my whole career."
Her tone turned sultry as she took a step closer, eyes locking with Stacey’s.
"If you’re open to it, we could start there instead. Just an idea… but if you’d rather keep things traditional and stick to the bed, I’m totally fine with that too."
Evelyn tilted her head slightly, giving Stacey a moment to think it over, her expression curious but teasing. She crossed her arms beneath her bust, subtly accentuating her already imposing figure as she waited for an answer.
Stacy took it all in, pondering for a moment as visions of potential coursed through her head. "So much time... with such a beautiful opponent...." She considered out loud. Stacy shook her head. "Let's start in the bedroom... you'll be losing there, too. Of course, where we go during the match, well... you'll have to make it happen yourself." Stacy winked playfully, responding to the suggestion. She was entirely new to this sort of match, and a match at such a fancy place... she couldn't wait to get started.
Stacy couldn't help but be impressed all over again at the confident, imposing Evelyn standing in front of her... but this was her moment. "Lead the way beautiful rich girl, I'll make sure your Fiancée comes home to you wishing you had more of me!" Stacy taunted with a confident laugh.
The Canadian would have to hide her disgust at the joke, and even more so the offer to have such a legendary duel, but she understood how Stacy might prefer to duel the Canadian in the sheets rather than the bathroom. The thought of the girl sharing the same sheets as her and her Fiancée got Levesque's blood boiling, but the woman knew she needed to humor the American... at least for now.
Evelyn would gesture with her head, "OKIDOKI then. Well, lets have ourselves a good time!" before leading the younger wrestler back into her room. The room was much less fancy decorated than the outside. With a smile, the blonde would take her place on the side of her queen size bed, signaling Stacy to enter the bed. "Ready babe?" The Bedroom
Stacy loved the quick look of frustration on the Canadian's face. Clearly she didn't like being teased about her Fiancée... nor did she love the idea of sharing their bed. Perfect. Evelyn quickly recovered, gesturing with an excited tone toward the hall as Stacy was led down the beautiful corridor... to an even more beautiful, cozy bedroom. Stacy was in aww, excitedly smiling as she stretched.
"This is... amazing!" She yelled as Evelyn got on the queen size bed. "More than ready to wrestle a beauty like you on her own bed... show me what you're made of, pretty girl!" Stacy said with a wink. Stacy got onto her side of the bed, then made the first move, attempting to grab Evelyn's hands and overpower her. If successful, Stacy would press the blonde on her back, and quickly go for a headlock in an attempt to wear her down!
The Canadian would slowly make her way to the side of her own bead, planing to slowly seduce the young Stacy into her bed before going on the offense, a tactic that ticked her off having to do, but a tactic that she would never have to follow through on. Instead, the moment the blonde got on the bed, Stacy would grab her and pin her onto the bed.
"H...Hey! Get off me!" The blonde would say, before getting caught into a headlock that would cut of her breathing. The blonde would struggle for a second, before taking a deep breath and just trying to play defense. She didn't need to try to break out of this hold. According to the rules, Stacy only could lock this in for five seconds before letting go. So instead of wasting her energy trying to force her off, the candian thought at this point it would be better to let the American do what she wanted, and focused on breaing free as soon as those 5 seconds were up.
