The Maid and Model: Marina Delmare Vs Amon, Black Maid

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Match Type: Standard Hentai Match
Victory Condition: First to have an orgasm is declared the loser

Nervous,y pacing around the room, Marina would constantly looked up at the clock. Every time the hands moved increased her heart rate due to the fact that it was getting closer and closer to her debut match. After so many challenges: a tiresome move, ton of paperwork, and constant arguments with her new landlord, she had finally made it to LAW, where she can finally start fresh after all the shit that happened to her over the last few years. To calm her nerves, she take a few deep breaths and instead focus on her outfit for tonight. Even thought this was something Marina would almost never wear, it felt kinda right like this is where she is meant to be. Almost like it’s giving her the energy to go out and win this match! While starring at herself, a LAW official would give her a 5 minute warning and told her to proceed to the back of the stage for her match. She’d take one last breat before leaving the locker room.

She struggled to find her way around due to her still being new to the layout of the building but would eventually make her way to backstage. There she focus on hyping herself up, ”Focus…Focus Mari….Just have fun and hope for a win tonight….” is what she thought to herself before being interrupted by the sound of her entrance music on the speaker. That was her que to go. And finally, after so long Marina would step into the light shining bright to the entrance of the ramp.

Right away she was met with a gigantic amount of cheers, due to her popular model career overseas, word must have gotten out that she joined LAW. She blow kisses to the audience while doing this model style walk to the ring. Before entering she would find one of the cameras, then grabs it before directly kissing the lense, giving the people watching from home a little gift. After she enter the ring and make her way to one of the corners, there she nervously waits for Amon, her opponent for tonight.

Spoiler

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As she enters the ring, Amon maintains her usual poise and professionalism despite the attention from the audience. Her dark eyes scan the crowd briefly before focusing on her opponent, Marina. The maid's gaze lingers on Marina's revealing model-inspired outfit for a moment, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

"A pleasure to wrestle you tonight," Amon says coolly when she reaches the center of the ring, offering a curt bow. "Let us see who will emerge victorious under these unique rules." Her voice carries an air of detached confidence.

Amon shifts her weight from one leg to the other, her toned thighs flexing slightly beneath the barely-there black bikini. Her opponent is taller than her by an inch but it doesn't dissuade her. She is confident with her own skill and experience. She will make sure she wins in this unconventional wrestling match.

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”ah! Oh…um..yes it’s a pleasure to ummm wrestle with you too” Marina jumped when her opponent had spoken to her, and trying to calm herself down with do a very awkward bow back to her opponent, clearly showing how her nerves were starting to kick. She noticed how strong and confident Amon looked compared to her, “ahhhh….Why did they give me someone so intimidating for my first match” Marina would whine to herself in her mind about the match before it had even began. But while her mind was off somewhere else, the bell dragged her back to reality as it was signaling for the match to begin.

RING

Caught off surprised, Marina would take an awkward defensive position. Since being new to wrestling all together, the only real knowledge she had obtained was on the long flight from home. She waits now for her opponent, as their nexts move will be the deciding point of what she can do next.

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As the match begins, Amon wastes no time capitalizing on Marina's momentary lapse. With a swift and graceful stride, the maid closes the distance between them. Instead of delivering a direct strike, she extends a slender hand towards Marina's chest, aiming to graze the swell of flesh with her fingertips.

"Impressive entrance, mademoiselle. Now let us see how you handle...this." Amon seizes the opening, swiftly shifting her stance as she pulls Marina close. The maid's lithe legs spring into action, driving a firm knee straight into Marina's abdominal area with surprising force in a surprise attack and trickery.

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Marina defense were just as quickly taken down as they were up. Surprised by the speed of her opponent, she barely would be able to stop the strike that came align with the charge. ”Ah! He he, thanks I tr-AHHH!” Just when Marina believe she had actually succeeded in blocking the strike, it reveals the true point of attack: Her stomach. The pain was so much worse than she could have imagined, as she instantly fell to the ground from the pain.

Holding her stomach, she would try to create distance between the two, hoping to get a bit of time to recover before the nexts attacks come. She’d make get way to the opposite corner, there she uses the turnbuckle as a way to brace her. Now all there was to do was recover quickly so she can start making her own progress in this match.

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Amon observes Marina's disheveled state with a mix of amusement and calculating interest. The maid saunters over, her high heels clicking against the mat with each deliberate step. Once Marina has managed to haul herself up using the turnbuckle, Amon approaches, her arms crossed over her chest as if appraising a piece of art.

"Well played, but you're far from done," Amon remarks dryly, her voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction. "Allow me to assist you in recovering...and perhaps hasten your inevitable defeat." Without hesitation, Amon lunges forward, her fingers wrapping around Marina's ankles. With a sudden, powerful tug, she yanks Marina's legs out from under her, sending the model-turned-wrestler crashing face-first onto the mat with a resounding thud.

Amon doesn't waste any time capitalizing on Marina's prone state. She drags the struggling model towards the center of the ring, her muscles flexing as she exerts her strength. Once Marina is positioned to Amon's liking, the maid straddles Marina's lower back, grasping her legs and pulling them upwards with a ruthless efficiency that forces Marina's torso to contort into an agonized C-shape. The Boston Crab is locked in place, showcasing Amon's technical prowess and leaving Marina writhing in discomfort.

"Now, shall we see how well you endure this, mon amour?" Amon purrs, her breath hot against Marina's ear.

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Marina plan of recovery was quickly thwarted as Amon wouldn’t even give her a moment of rest before making her way towards her. ”w-w-wait! Ple-please!” But her begs fell onto empty ears as her opponent snatched her legs with a powerful and sending her into a heavy crash in the ring. “Ahh….ahh!” The crash itself sent shockwaves of pain and agony across her whole body.

But it was far from over, with a second thought it seemed Amond would be right back on top of Marina weakened body. Forced to be dragged across the ring, she’ll try to use her hands as a way to crawl…or just delay the inevitable as it was of no use. Now the real fun began, well at least for Amon. “W-what are y-you do-doing? No…WAit PLEASE!” Marina would soon find out what was about to happen, she begs for Amon to reconsider but it was obvious no matter what she said, it will all end the same way. Then the Boston crab was performed

” ahhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The pain was unbearable! Her back felt like it could break at any moment, and it seemed like the hold was just getting worse as more time passed. She’ll fling her arms around, hoping that it could be her solution to getting out. But after a little longer in the hold, the rope became her only way out. Even though it felt farther then anything before, she used her hands to move her body, with every little push it meant that this hell could end.

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Amon's grip on Marina's legs remains unyielding as she drags the struggling model across the ring, heedless of Marina's pleas and desperate attempts to crawl away. The maid's expression remains stoic, a mask of focused determination etched on her features. When Marina's flailing arms finally find purchase on the ropes, Amon releases her hold, allowing Marina to slump forward in relief.

However, the reprieve is short-lived. Amon swiftly moves behind Marina, her hands already grasping the model's hips. With a sharp tug, she hoists Marina upright, then spins her around to face the ropes once more. This time, Amon's intentions are clear as day. She began raining down elbow strikes at her fellow debutante.

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After such a long struggle, Marina would finally make it to the rope. She grabs on it tightly, making sure the hold was secure enough to clearly show that she must be released from the agonizing hold. ”ah…ah…ah….ah” The relief she felt could have been described as her seeing paradise, but that all quickly changed when her opponent became the next assault.

With a powerful tug from her hips by Amon’ hands, she would find herself not facing the the rope of the ring. Confused on what was happening, Marina would try to climb the ropes, using them as some sort of ladder. But that idea was shot down with a powerful elbow strike to Marina weakened body.”AHH! AHH! AHHH!” The strikes didn’t stop at just one, no instead they came in a pack. Each one increased the pain onto Marina body, as well as her screams from the pain.

Suffering each attack one after another, Marina forced herself to face in the direction of her attacker. Still taking the blunt force, at least it wouldn’t be directed at her back, which was in rough shape after the submission hold done my Amon. She’ll try to use her hands to block some of the attack, while also trying to think of a plan to escape.

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Amon's relentless assault continues unabated, each elbow strike landing with precision and force upon Marina's battered form. The maid's eyes gleam with a sadistic intensity as she watches her opponent stumble and cry out in pain, reveling in the suffering she inflicts.

As Marina tries to shield herself and scramble up the ropes, Amon seizes the opportunity to drive her knee into the model's exposed midriff with a vicious thrust once. Her knee struck her opponents stomach, digging deep to her opponents core.