The Book of Lucia, Chapter IV - Remember That Time?

[Deskfan45]

Three years ago, at an independent wrestling show in New York City...

Hentai Submission Match
Win by sexual submission

At 18 years old, Skylar Jones was among the youngest and fastest rising stars in professional wrestling, who in just two years had won several tournaments and proven herself to be nothing short of a teen prodigy. In spite of having dropped out of High School, she'd been accepted into the Sexual Fighting Academy thanks to her incredible athleticism and wrestling talent. For someone so young, she'd accomplished much, and she had barely even begun. By the time she was done with this sport, she was certain that she would be known as the greatest professional wrestler to ever live, and it wouldn't be close.

In front of a mirror in the locker room, she was finishing up wrapping her chest, fidgeting around a little. This match was a big deal: She was taking on a lady from LAW, the biggest wrestling company in the world, and she didn't know what to expect. She could be some random jobber they sent to do an indie show, or a major star making a special appearance. Whoever she was, Sky needed to be ready to beat her.

Music

Skylar

Her music blaring over the speakers, Skylar came out the curtain filled with swagger and bravado, posing with her arms outstretched and grinning as the audience gave her a mixed, yet deafening reaction. Getting into the ring, she climbed up onto the turnbuckle and flexed her biceps, waiting for her opponent to show her face.

[BlackAkuma]

It was funny what things stuck with you and what didn’t in life. There were so many things that Sister Prudence didn’t recall from her past life. She didn’t remember her first kiss, or her second, but she did recall her third. She remembered all the lyrics to ‘We Didn’t Start The Fire’. She remembered the first ten digits of pi.

And there was that match. Out of all the matches she had before she left LAW, out of all the ones she lost in such humiliating fashion, that one stuck out to her more than most. That woman. That ring.

Fucking Skylar Jones.

Her LAW career had already been going poorly, so she wasn’t exactly in high hopes, but she’d thought that this might be something that could turn her fate around. They were loaning her out to the indies and putting her against a newcomer, so at least she wouldn’t have to worry about cameras catching this if she messed it up. It had felt safe. Safer than usual.

She’d came out a moment after Skylar’s music faded, descending the ramp while her

played. She’d descended the ramp to a mild, muted response and slipped her way into the ring, where she faced her opponent, standing there in what had to be the world’s most generic

”Uh…hi, there.” She’d waved at Skylar and made her way over to her corner, trying not to look like the deer-in-the-headlights she felt like. Trashtalking had never been her thing. ”Let’s have a good match, okay?”