A Real Page-Turner: Giselle Beauregard vs Gabriella Soto

[Misfit_Alien]

The 'Cobalt Swan', Giselle Beauregard vs Gabriella Soto
Match Type: "Romance Novel Match."
Win by successfully kissing your opponent for a full ten-count. The referee makes the judgment as to who initiated the kiss when the matter is in question. This match will take place in a bedroom setting. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Bedroom Rules - DQs are on, but count-outs are not. Additionally, lewd/hentai maneuvers are allowed, and kissing must occur inside the bedroom to count.

Spoiler

Tonight's match would be in a more private setting...for tonight...this event would be a 'Bedroom Match'...but not just any match in intimate quarters. By request, a unique ruleset was to be put in place for this bout. The rules were simple. Instead of pinning or submitting your opponent, the only goal tonight was to successfully trap your opponent in a deep, passionate kiss until the count of ten at the referee's discretion. This match was made to highlight a more romantic, intimate style of grappling, the focus remaining on two bodies merging in a sweet, sensual union, with both wrestlers trying their absolute hardest to appease and satisfy one another while trying to maintain dominance in the process. However, this would be a more lighthearted affair, for love was tender and sweet...and such a steamy occasion should not be spoiled by a need for violence.

First to make it to the room, aside from the referee, was a forty-four-year-old woman. She was dressed immaculately in a gorgeous cobalt blue and gold accented attire. Giselle Beauregard was eager to see what kind of excitement awaited her. Upon entering the room, she was IMMEDIATELY taken aback by the beauty of the location she was to rumble in. "Well, well, well...I must say~...this is a lovely setup. Ohhh, this room is absolutely BREATHTAKING. Such a splendid idea, wrestling matches in the bedroom. What a truly novel idea~" Giselle said as she walked around the room, examining the bedroom's facilities and decor, admiring the plush super-sized circular bed. "This place will do nicely!!! Now all that we're missing...is my lovely opponent~!!!" She cheered.

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[HotWheels]

Gabby could admit that, too often in life, she was of two minds.

On one hand, Gabby, who had become fascinated with wrestling mostly because it was like living your own dramatic story, knew that there were more than a few people out there who wanted to tune in primarily to matches like this one she had proposed to LAW's booking team. She knew that she would; a romantic scenario built into a match fit the drama of wrestling perfectly. It was elegant, exciting, and, if Gabby could say so herself, unique. Truthfully, it amounted to quite a few fantasies she had enjoyed over the years...

On the other hand, Gabby would participate in the match, what with all of its seduction and intimacy and, by the end, vigorous kissing. Sometimes, a girl could truly have that proverbial cake and eat it too, but when she had thought this up, it had been while imagining herself eating cake (or eating face in this case) instead of getting tossed into one of these matches herself. Maybe she should not have mentioned that people had complimented her highly on her kissing. With the opportunity here to christen her own match idea by participating in it with essentially a stranger, the nerves were working at her.

But, she would be bold! Daring! She had sworn that to herself before signing with LAW.

Bold and daring didn't stop her from staring at herself in the mirror, adjusting the straps of her lingerie-like attire, before she was signaled that she was due to arrive at the prop bedroom meant for her coming match. Gabby puffed out some air. Yes, bedroom, kissing, lighter-weight rules. It had her hot and bothered in equal parts with her anxiousness, and she was not even sure if the lingerie was the right choice. But for a bedroom match, it fit, right? And she thought she looked good.

"It is the right choice," she said aloud to herself for reassurance, before she, like the sexy leading lady of some period piece, stepped from the dressing room into the quiet hall. That confidence did deflate a little on the walk over, but not enough for her to hesitate more than a couple of seconds before opening the door to the prop bedroom.

Spoiler

She promptly felt underdressed. The half-Latin beauty peered between beautiful room and the back of who she imagined to be a beautiful opponent (she looked very nice from behind, anyway), and promptly, her hand lifted to adjust a strap of her lingerie. For an extra buffer, she cleared her throat. "Mmmm...Gi...selle?", she inquired, to announce herself.

[Misfit_Alien]

Giselle overheard a voice calling out to her from behind. When she heard the fragments of her name being spoken softly in a nervous manner, she quickly surmised that it was the sound of her opponent. A grin began to form on her face as she turned around with a pleasant look, delighted to meet a new 'acquaintance' as she quickly offered a warm greeting in the form of a handshake. "Well, hello there darling~...you're as lovely a meadow of roses. And as fine as a glass of champagne~!!!" Giselle said, grinning and approaching her Latin opponent with a lively attitude. "You're looking positively scrumptious this evening. Such a lovely outfit to match an even lovelier face. I take it you don't just doll yourself up this nicely for ALL your opponents~." She teased, flirting with the woman so casually.

[HotWheels]

Oh.

Oops. Gabby almost felt as ashamed of that mental oh as the might have one that she voiced aloud. That was because it was brought on by finding her opponent at least a decade or so older than her. No, she didn't have wrinkles or anything overt to indicate her age, but Gabby could tell baby-faced people of her age from people that had hit at least a couple of years after thirty and had a more mature cut to their features. The outfit added to the mature look too, to be honest. It was not as if Gabby didn't realize didn't expect people in their thirties or forties (and probably some in their fifties!) wrestled in LAW, but to be honest, most everyone she had seen in training had been as young as her and she had that sort of figure in her mind during her little rush of self-confidence. A woman with a few years of experience? That intimidated her a little.

She worked to avoid showing it as she shook the woman's hand. And received praise. Big praise. Like Gabby would write a story and describe a hot character praise. Trying to do better with that whole "comfortable in her own skin" idea, Gabby resisted the urge to blush and do that strange coiling-up thing a lot of women did when it was obvious people were admiring them; she hid her little bit of sheepishness beneath a shift of her weight onto the opposite foot. The woman's friendliness proved pretty disarming, anyway, easing her nerves. "Thanks," she said, thinking that a good start. "And no, definitely not. I thought this was the right occasion for something like this." It wasn't like her usual outfit covered any more. It was just less lacy and less prone to tearing, so she didn't exactly think of the lingerie too differently.

Giselle's outfit, however... To take the attention off herself, Gabby stepped back and looked at it with a fist folded beneath her chin. "But your look is on another level. I don't know if I want to call it cute or sassy or stunning or all of those at once."

[Misfit_Alien]

"Oh my dear, you flatter me too much...Really, it should be I who praises you...Coming up with this unique idea for a match. Well, I suppose I'll be praising you soon enough in a more physical manner, no?" She said, the tone of her already sultry voice getting that much more promiscuous. She gives Gabrielle a wink, and her hips sway back and forth from left to right. Giselle's motor was already humming, and she couldn't WAIT to get her hands on her opponent. Tonight was going to be an EXPERIENCE...Giselle ensured that the young, inquisitive novelist would have PLENTY to write about. To cover everything that was about to happen to them tonight, you'd need a whole series of books to contain all this blooming eroticism. Love and lust were in the air. It permeated the atmosphere...the innate, carnal desires of the two wrestlers here would be on full display as they engaged in a loving, intimate form of grappling. For dominance and affection, the two would battle and love each other til sunrise...

"Now, unless there's anything left to cover in terms of ground rules, I do believe that we can get things underway...With that in mind~...May I have this dance, my darling?" She said, offering Gabrielle an opening Test of Strength grapple to start the match off once they began.

[HotWheels]

Gabby could have chewed her own tongue out of her mouth when Giselle declared that she would be praising her in a physical manner. Yes, indeed, Gabby had written scenarios like this one out all the time. In order to know how to write those scenes, she had also done...her fair share of, uh, research, too. Gabby felt like she knew as much as she could know about situations that turned risqué, and at the same time, she felt like she knew nothing. Her escapades back home had...well, frankly, calling them escapades would be a stretch. This was an escapade, and she felt a tingle all over at the prospect of getting praised.

But she couldn't stand there actually chewing her tongue, and she summoned a shy grin. The younger Soto sister had learned a long time ago that she could get a lot out of playing cute and bashful. And yes, that was clearly all she was doing. Playing. "Don't threaten me with a good time," she told her. "That better not be an empty promise." She wagged a finger playfully; even that made her shiver. She liked this bold flirting thing.

They couldn't do the flirting thing all night without starting, however. LAW had cameras running, and they probably didn't want to have the whole recording be nothing but the two of them standing across from each other, looking hot. "Nope, that's all there is. Kissing the match away. Were you planning on anything else?", she asked, before she slowly sauntered over to the foot of the bed, feeling a pleasant awareness of her own sexuality, and matched up with Giselle for the test of strength.

They were not all that different in size. Gabby was taller, but she guessed Giselle weighed a little more with those hips. As soon as they laced their hands into place, she was trying to use her few inches of height to push down on Giselle and see if she could cause her to buckle.

[Misfit_Alien]

"The only thing I'm planning on is stealing the world's finest kiss from those lips." Giselle replied, tossing a warmhearted wink toward her younger foe. Once Gabriella was in place, the two interlocked their hands together...and the match was on. They began by vying for control, pressing against one another. While Gabby uses her height advantage, Giselle uses her experience and weight advantage to keep her feet firmly planted on the floor. She didn't want to risk losing the upper hand at the very start of the match, so she tried her best to contest with her youthful adversary. Gabby was strong, but so was Giselle, not to mention Giselle was also resourceful. She begins to feign the act of being overwhelmed by her opponent as she kneels slightly, but with a quick pivot, she pulls Gabby forward into a Side Headlock, wrapping her arms around the younger woman's neck and pressing her face against the side of her breasts. "Aha, gotcha~...I was worried for a second that you might've slipped free. But now that I've got you here..." She teased, smothering one half of Gabby's face against her chest, letting out a few soft moans.

[HotWheels]

Yep, pretty even. Gabby called on her muscles for a little more pushing power, but they didn't have much more to offer. She and Giselle just rocked in place, with neither really gaining the advantage. At least, it seemed that way for several seconds before Gabby felt Giselle starting to give enough for Gabby to press down on her. However, she had learned enough to know that she would just wear herself out trying to force Giselle fully to the floor or onto her back, so she readied herself to thrust out a knee into Giselle's chest to separate them and knock the older vixen down.

But Giselle acted first. Just as Gabby started to shift and try for the knee, Giselle yanked her forward. "Gah!" Her big brown eyes flew wide as she stumbled forward, sinking perfectly into the bend of Giselle's arm like the two of them had planned the move ahead of time. After one blink, she was tucked right in place, getting a cheek full of breast against her face that sent little tingles down her neck and throughout her body. Damn, the woman had done a nice job of making sure she smelled nice.

That was the only positive. Gabby was smushed, and her neck was not doing so hot from the headlock. And her heart was aflutter: that didn't help, either. After a desperate gasp to steady herself, Gabby first tried to pry at the arm with probing fingers. Yeah, that didn't work. Her second option was to try and get her feet under her and drive both her and Giselle back to the bed with a backward push on her heels.

[Misfit_Alien]

Giselle tried her hardest to keep her opponent locked down in place. She could tell that Gabrielle was beginning to buckle under the pressure. After all, she was being assaulted by the Cobalt Swan of all people...and Giselle was striking from more than just one angle. Earlier that afternoon, she washed up and doused herself in an array of pleasant, erotic smells. These scents would set the mood and give her lovely opponent something to get lost in, allowing Giselle a chance or two to distract the woman with her arousing aroma. Furthermore, Giselle was intentional with her movements. Thrusting Gabrielle up against her soft and well-aged body with several sensual moves would get her opponent's motor humming quite nicely. How could one act when their mind was cluttered with lewd thoughts? This was a battle of wits, skill, strength, and sex appeal...above all else. Giselle was quite experienced in all of these categories, and she was set on making this chapter of Gabrielle's career quite the page-turner~

However, her foe wouldn't sit back and let Giselle do all the writing. This story was a collaborative effort, you see. Gabrielle was a fine writer in her own right and would right this momentary lapse in execution by attempting to reset the scenario altogether. With a kick and a push from her heels, the two began to lean backward, but Giselle was adept at adapting and would attempt to try and use the momentum to lift Gabrielle and perform a simple Suplex onto the bed...It wouldn't hurt as much, but perhaps, if things were to go well for the Cobalt Swan, the slam might daze her foe, depending on the landing.

[HotWheels]

Gabby could not remember once getting pulled into a face full of breasts. The couple of women she had been with tended to go for the...well, the things most women liked to do in each other's company, she imagined. That didn't mean this exact scenario hadn't popped into her head a few times. It was just in those cases, she had forgotten the headlock would actually hurt. Giselle might not have looked intimidating on first glance (at least not in a physically imposing sense), but her grip was strong.

Gabby's legs were, fortunately, up to the task. Getting enough of a base when she leaned over to plant both feet on the floor and muster strength from her calves and thighs, the Latina lurched back. Too far back. Giselle let go of her head, and the unexpectedly quick freedom sent Gabby back. Only as far as Giselle's arms, however, and Gabby felt the need to push back again to drive the woman further. That happened, however, to play right into the older woman's hands.

Gabby felt her feet leave the ground, and she knew what was coming. Curse that she couldn't put on more muscle weight. "No no no!" she yelped, before the room spun and she ended up landing on her shoulders.

...On the mattress. Almost having forgotten it was there, Gabby had braced for much worse, but her shoulders sank into cushions and springs and nothing so bad as a ring canvas. That did not stop the landing from utterly disorienting her as she ended up, flexible as she was, with her ass in the air and her legs draping over her own head before she slowly managed to flop back down onto her back.