Madeline Christiansen vs. Madame Guillotine - Regicide/Revolution

[Lightman]

Upon her arrival at LAW, Madeline was mentally prepared for anything and everything. The Brit has seen this federation since its birth, always tuning in to every single match. Therefore, she knows how anything can happen. And yet, there’s always something that will take her by surprise.

It wasn’t the fact that she was placed in a standard match. Madeline knew very well that within LAW, having a strict hentai style can put you at a massive disadvantage more often than not, hence why she took up martial arts to supplement her skills. Although this is the first match, she wouldn’t be contested in the carnal arts. The Englishwoman wasn’t worried that she would be a fish out of water in this style of match. What took her by surprise was who she was facing.

Or to be specific, the person that set up the entire thing. Madame Guillotine, or so she calls herself. That’s not to say the self-imposed nickname isn’t fitting. Her penchant for targeting the necks of opponents can send shivers down someone’s spine. An executioner in living form. And from what Madeline has seen from the small sample size of footage, it’s certainly an apt description.

Apparently, Marceline was also the judge and jury. The Frenchwoman somehow found out about Madeline’s upbringing and seized the opportunity to set this match up. All because Madeline was born as an aristocrat. Considering a few important details that were apparently ignored upon setting up this entire ordeal, Madeline would have been justified in turning this down. Passed by the initial annoyance, and the obvious irony, Madeline saw an opportunity. A challenge. One that would take her to greater heights if she comes out as the victor. The keyword is being if. She couldn’t afford to take this lightly, lest her career end at the blade of the guillotine.

Madeline could hear, no, feel the familiar roar of the crowd as she waits in the gorilla position, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She took one last look at herself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and steeling herself for what lay ahead. Adrenaline courses through her veins, and her heart pounded in her chest. So be it. If Madame Guillotine wanted an aristocrat, Madeline will give her one.

The Grand Reveal

Attire

The curtains parted, revealing a spotlight that illuminated the grand stage. Madeline stepped into the spotlight, gracing the masses that got used to her exploits in the world of hentai. Her tall figure was adorned in an expensive, royal-looking burgundy dress that billowed around her like a regal cloud. A couple of stagehands dressed as servants followed behind her, one carrying a crown filled with jewels and the other a golden scepter. Her sultry nature was gone, replaced with the façade of the aristocracy. Turns out, Madeline can play the part as she strode down the ramp with calculated poise, exaggerating her aristocratic mannerisms, her movements marked by an air of mocking superiority.

With a snap of her fingers, the servants would rush up toward the apron of the ring. One got on all fours, which Madeline would use as a step to reach the ropes, whereas another servant spread the ropes so that she could enter. Madeline stood tall as she entered the ring, her demeanor unwavering, taking in the noise of the crowd. And as she made her way towards the corner, Madeline could only imagine the look on Marceline’s face.

Hopefully, she got what she wanted and then some.

[ReticentCone]

If there was one thing that Marceline loved the most in combat sports, it was the opportunity to put the screw to a rich girl. It wasn't that she thought they were all dainty and weak willed, the girl who beat her up and broke her arm in childhood disabused her of that notion, it was that they almost exclusively had an unearned and annoying confidence to them. The type that could only be born of growing up in a certain type of friction-less privilege. It was always satisfying to squeeze some of that out of them, making them scream and sob.

Then there were those even worse than that, who leaned into the worst of aristocratic privilege. In the backstage, she would watch madeline's entrance with a scowl. Of course she was wearing a large expensive dress, walking down the ramp with 'servants' at her side and even stepped on one to enter the ring. It was so over the top, the french woman knew it was certainly deliberate provocation. If she was trying to specifically annoy Marceline, it worked.

However, that didn't mean she underestimated her. The woman while not as quite as tall as the aristocracker, was around six feet. Though her dress concealed a lot of it, Marceline could infer a solid athletic build, even if it couldn't compare to her own. Soon, it would be time to leave backstage.

Marceline's theme, would then, play.

Which meant it was now time to step out.

She stopped at the top of the ramp and shadow boxed for a few moments before flexing her biceps. Then, she stretched out her right hand to point at Madeline, before bringing it to her neck and making a throat cutting motion, including leaning her head to the side one side afterward.

The French woman would make her way to the ring with a deliberate pace, choosing to climb up the steel steps into the ring. Before the match started, she'd make her way to Madeline.

"You're going to regret your little routine, Madeline." The Aristocracker would say. The tone was performatively angry, but it was easy enough to sense a gleeful excitement underneath.

[Lightman]

Even though the intent was to annoy her upcoming opponent, Madeline definitely enjoyed the royal treatment. Despite the fact that there are some things that both Madeline and Marceline can agree upon, there are a few things that could top the feeling of being superior. Her biological family wouldn’t take too kindly to the kind of antics that Madeline displayed and you wouldn’t see aristocrats going as cartoonish, but it was nice to indulge, even as she gave up that standing a long time ago.

Once the pomp and pageantry has ended, Madame Guillotine would appear soon after. And it was on brand for Marceline to do the throat-slit gesture, to which Madeline could only chuckle. That’s not to say that she took Marceline as a joke, even from the way she moved and shadow-boxed, Madeline could see that body was meant for business. A body that was honed, trained, and forged for the sole purpose of breaking people of Madeline’s kind. Paired with the fact that performance most certainly riled her up, it was a lethal combination.

That didn’t stop Madeline from carrying on playing the part once Madame Guillotine entered the ring and matched her way toward the Englishwoman. And the brunette saw the predatory look in her eyes, the way Marceline couldn’t wait to make an example of her. To have the kind of lamb you desire for the slaughter.

“*AHEM*”

A voice would call out, and the servant that was used as Madeline’s footstool would stand before the two female combatants, scroll in one hand and microphone in the other. “Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, I stand before you today with great honor and privilege to announce the distinguished arrival of true royalty, a paragon of elegance and grace. Prepare yourselves, for all of you are graced by the presence of Her Royal Highness, Madeline Christiansen. First of her name, the Duchess of Canterbury, Lady of Dover Castle, and Countess of Kent. As we gather here today, let us bow our heads in reverence and gratitude for her arrival. Let us stand in awe of the presence of Her Royal Highness, the embodiment of grace, leadership, and unwavering dedication. Let us pay tribute to her noble lineage, her unwavering commitment, and her unwavering grace as she graces us with her attendance. May her endeavors continue to inspire and guide us all toward a brighter future.”

In cue, the other servants would stand in a line, showing much dedication to the roles, as if they truly are in the presence of royalty. “Long live the Duchess, long may she reign!”

“You know, it would be rather unbecoming if you didn’t bow.” Madeline gave a cheeky wink to Madame Guillotine. “Unless you want to take a trip to the tower…” Her hand would gesture the same throat slit motion that Marcelline did, though not as serious or as threatening as how the Frenchwoman did.

[ReticentCone]

It would be hard to overstate how annoying Marceline found madeline's entire display. She had half a mind to punch her servant then and there. Bur marceline managed to keep her cool throughout. Visibly at least. Inside she was a growing pile of anger. She did not underestimate her opponent, far from it, but she would muxh rather she keep things to snide comments about her superiority when she got one over, to this.


But Marceline supposed that was probably the point. Use all of this to cause her to lose focus, then take advantage of that to get in some solid hit that would have implications for the duration of the match. So she mostly ignored it all, until, of course, the bitch had the nerve to demand that she bow. Marceline had already committed to targetting the relentlessly targeting her foe's neck, but now she really wanted to mess it up.

"Keep it up and I'll send you somewhere. It'll even have its own VIP ride. The hospital and an ambulance, respectively." Marceline would say.

[Lightman]

As the whole display went on, Madeline was studying Marceline. Her emerald eyes never left the Frenchwoman, even as her “servant” carried on with the show. The Englishwoman was deliberate in her attempts to rile up Madame Guillotine, and while it can be argued to be a double-edged sword, such mind games open a window to how her opponents tick. What gets them to react, any chinks in their armor.

So far, Marceline didn’t show any visible cues, outside of the usual disapproval of the whole charade. Nothing out of the ordinary as of yet. Yet Madeline had a feeling her opponent didn’t need much to send her over the edge. The aristocratic nature that Madeline was putting on did enrage Marceline, that was for certain. What was intriguing is that it didn’t take the servant’s words to set off the vehemence that’s within the Frenchwoman, but Madeline’s own words.

There it was. The implosion, the spark that set off the volcano of rage. The very thing that Madeline was looking for. Unfortunately for Marceline, Madeline was the type to milk it for all its worth.

"Ahhh, a fine offer, Madame. It heartens me that you desire nothing but the finest care for your Queen." Her index finger taps on the tip of her chin, looking as if she was pondering in thought. That is until the proverbial lightbulb appeared over her head. "You know...I could use someone like you. Such devotion, such admiration shouldn't go to waste. I believe there might be an opening for another position amongst my first-class servants. I promise you that your faithfulness and steadfastness in such a position will bring a bountiful reward. Of that, I give my word."

[ReticentCone]

Marceline by now, knew for sure that that this woman waa puting on an act purely to annoy her and leave her underestimating her opponent. But that didn't mean she cpuldn't play along abit, as it gave her the chance to keep making threats she intended to cash.

"Rest assured that while I'll never serve an aristocrat like you, I will glady send you on your way to the most intensive care you've ever received."

This back and forth couldn't last forever, the show would have to go on. When the bell rung, Marceline would go for a classic lock up to force the woman back toward the ropes and test exactly how strong she was.

[Lightman]

Madeline sighed. Her aristocratic act got some mileage out of it, and it accomplished as it intended. No doubt Marceline had long since caught on to Madeline’s act, and will no doubt try to make her pay for it. “Well, Madame Guillotine, while I am certain that you will try to make that claim a reality…” The brunette would grip on the dress and, with a flourish, the white regal gown came off, exposing what was underneath.

Spoiler

“…I'm afraid this ending won’t play out how you’d wish.” Her demeanour changed into something more serious as her “servants” caught the dress before it touched the ground. Marceline is strong, no doubt about it. However, being put into intensive care won’t be her portion, if Madeline had any say about it.

The bell rang, and Madame Guillotine already dashed towards the Englishwoman. Madeline dared not test the Frenchwoman’s strength, but play to her strengths. Once Marceline secured the lock-up and began to push her opponent back, Madeline gripped Marceline’s arm and shoulder, before leaning back, her weight falling backwards, bringing Marceline with her. Madeline’s foot shoots out and drives towards Marceline’s gut, the Englishwoman seeking to throw her larger opponent to the corner with a tomoe-nage.

[ReticentCone]

Marceline was perhaps a bit too aggressive her tactics and underestimated the skillfulness of her opponent. Obviously, it'd be dumb of Madeline to attempt to match her french foe's strength directly, even for a short while. Playing into what Marceline wanted wouldn't get her anywhere after all.

So when the aristocrat leanbacked and drove her foot into the aristocracker's gut, she'd done nothing to brace herself.

"Guuh!" She exclaimed, the impact its self being painful, to say nothing of the fact that the tomoe-nage was sending her rolling back first into the turnbuckles.

"Urfgh." she said a little quieter discomfort after hitting the corner, now upside down and resting on her neck against the corner. The Frenchwoman would attempt to drop down to her knees and quickly get up to face ger foe again, though it was quite likely that Madeline would interrupt her before she could.

[Lightman]

That worked out much better than Madeline could ever imagined.

While Madeline’s act earlier had the intention of antagonising Madame Guillotine, the Englishwoman had hoped that she would be a smarter foe than that. From how Marceline kept such emotions from boiling over, it seemed like it would have been the case. Alas, they would be her downfall as Marceline would crash into the corner.

Madeline swiftly rose to her feet, seeing Marceline trying to get herself out of the tree of woe position. Madeline wouldn’t let her opponent have any more of a reprieve as she would dash towards the ebony combatant. As soon as Marceline got to her knees, Madeline jumped, seeking to bring both knees directly at the back of her skull. With the momentum hopefully driving Madam Guillotine's face straight to the turnbuckles.

[ReticentCone]

Marceline did manage to flip over her own head and get her feet and knees down on to the canvas, while facing the turnbuckles, before being interrupted, which at least at the time felt like something. But as she tried to use the ropes to climb up to her feet, she felt Madeline's knees drive into the back of her skull and into the turnbuckles.

"AHHHH!" She screamed. Yet neither of the two impacts was the worst of the pain, or scares her the most. That 'honor' cane from the fact that the brutal move suddenly bent & compressed her neck. No matter how powerfully built someone was, their neck was doomed to be one if the weaker links. She knew that well, as someone who always made a point of targetting it, especially against her aristocratic foes.