Rules: The first girl to get a pinfall on their opponent after forcing her to orgasim wins. No referee will be present in the room to give the girls privacy, however, the match will be recorded from 12 different angles in the hotel room, and will be broadcasted both to officials, along with being Avalible to stream from LAW's main website. The job of counting a pin will fall to the girl who is administering the pin, as she will have to count out the pin as she is placing it. In order to prevent any fast counts however, an official will be watching the match and may void a pinfall if they felt the count was to fast. Open palm hand strikes are allowed, but all other strikes are forbidden. Lastly, underneath the bed there are a box of toys which competitors may use but neither of which have been told about.
Location: A Hotel Bedroom.
Attire: Bra and Panties
Stipulation: POW, the winner will get to take the loser as their prisoner of war for 24 hours after the last pinfall.
The Bedroom
Chloe's Attire
Hearing the cameraman's request, the French girl would alter her position. She was currently laying on her back in the center of a queen size bed in the hotel room LAW had rented out of tonight's match. She would continue move her position until she was laying horizontal with the bedframe. "How about this? Is this good Mark?"
"I think so..." Chloé's speaker phone would blare out, "Mind struggling a bit, as if you were trying to get out of a pin?" The farm girl would nod, as she would start moving her shoulder's back up and down as if she was attempting to get someone off of her. "Aggh.... I guess that will have to work. Its a bit hard to see since the fitted sheet gets in the way a bit, but I guess if you are only able to get your shoulder up by that much, the only way someone would be able to tell is if there was a refree right there looking at it closely, which we can't do here."
It was about 6 o'clock on a Friday night as the French woman sat up looking over to the phone she was talking to the cameraman on. Tonight was her debut night in LAW, and the blonde had found herself nervous about her match, and had arrived to the hotel about 4 hours early, when she had been specifically been told to not come until 30 minutes before the match. As she did, she ran into Mark Trent, a young cameraman that had been tasked with setting up the recording equipment for tonight's match. He had been told to set it up by himself, which was sort of difficult to do since he needed to be in the recording studio to see how the shots and camera angles were being set up, but also needed to be in the hotel room itself to physically place and alter the camera's position. It was quite the challenge to do by yourself, which is why the French woman had offered to help him set up. Keeping in contact with the man via their cellphones, Chloé was able to set up the camera's, and alter them at the request of Mark.
"Oh, is that a problem?" The French girl would ask. "I could simply get rid of it for the night and put it back on once we are done. That would make a clearer shot, right?"
"No way. Yeah, it might make easier to see, but then you ladies will be wrestling directly on the mattress, that would probably scrape up your backs. Also, it would look pretty ran down. Keep in mind, this is LAW, not some back stage porn company. We have to make ourselves look credible."
Alice would take her hand and run it through her long blonde hair which was tied up in a pony tail. She was wearing her glasses right now, hoping that the accessory might take people's eyes off of her purple bra and panties with snowflakes embroidered into the cloth that she was wearing. Right now she wore a cover up that was wrapped around her shoulders to try to protect the girl's modesty and keep her from the cold, but the Marine life major knew she would have to get rid of it once the match started."Its really no problem, but if you think that is for the best, then you got it big man! So what can I help with next?"
"Right now, nothing. We are mostly good at this point, I'm just going to take a once over on all the shots and make sure the lighting is good. I have control of them over at this end, so if you see the lights changing, that on me, not a power outage. So you probably should start doing your warm ups. Your opponent will probably be showing up at anytime. Thanks again for the help."
"It really was my pleasure Mark." The French girl would respond as she would stand up fully and start doing some basic stretches, your basic forward lunges, neck rolls, ankle roles, and arm stretches. As the girl was about half way through her routine, Mark would pipe up. "Hey, Chloé? Mind if I ask you something? Something personal?"
"I mean, depends on how personal we are talking here." Chloé would respond, "But more than likely yes. I mean, we are friends now, aren't we?"
"Oh... um... yeah, I suppose we are." The man would respond, pausing for a moment and taking it in. "Not to sound offensive, but why are you doing this? You said you were new here, and this seems like a pretty dangerous first match to have. You don't seem like a sadist or a masochist, so why a POW match like this... specifically a hentai match?"
"I mean... a girl's got to pay her bills somehow, right?" The French woman would jest, changing her stretch form a lunge, to a sky stretch. "I had a bit of a name from my time in college competing in 'The night games,' but no one would really pay to see me in a regular submission match, you know? And besides, I know my opponent, she's a pretty cool woman, so I think it will be fine.
"From your time at the night games? I thought you said you didn't know anyone when you came into LAW."
"Oh, no! I didn't meet her at the night games, I met her at the HQ right after I signed my contract." The blonde would explain, changing to start to roll her shoulders. "I was trying to figure out what match I wanted to be my debut. I was having a problem with the terminal, and one of my country women reached out to me. She calmed me down from my signing jitters, and offered this match for me. Very soft and easy, no hard strikes, and the pay out is going to be pretty nice!"
"You might be the first woman I know to say that a Prisoner of War match would be soft and easy." Mark would say, pretty surprised about the whole thing. "You do know if you lose you are probably going to be tortured for the next 24 hours, right? And if you win... well that is almost worst since you will have to do horrible things to your fellow French woman, right?"
"Sort of I suppose?" Chloé would respond, thinking about it for a moment. "I mean... a Prisoner of war match is just that the winner can do what they want to the loser for a period of time after the match, right? Well if
the winner doesn't want to do anything to the loser, then the stipulation is basicily non-existent right? The only thing is you just get more compensation if that rule is attached to the match"
"Um... I guess that is true." The Cameraman would point out. "But... I mean, isn't that putting a lot of faith in your opponent? Like... if she ended up wining, then she could suddenly just betray you and do whatever she wants with you, right?"
"That's right." The woman would say, finishing up her stretches and sitting down on the chair near the bed. "So I suppose its a trust game. But don't worry, Sophie is trustworthy."
The French woman would cross her legs and change the phone to hand held mode rather than speaker, turning to a camera that had a clear shot at her and looking right at it, as if she was trying to make eye contact with the writer. "My turn. You got to ask a question, so I get to ask one! Now I'm just going to throw the one you asked back at you. Why are you shooting for LAW? From what I heard, LAW doesn't give the best benefits nor the best compensation to its, cameraman, So why are you hear?"
The phone would go silent for a long second, The French woman had almost thought that she had lost her connection with Mark, before. "W... Wow. No one has really asked me anything about that before. I... I've been here for about three years, and its rare anyone even looked my way."
"Well, I wasn't here for the last three years." Guillaume would remind the Camerman, "And that seems like more of a reason why you shouldn't remain around. So back to the question, why are you shooting for LAW?"
"Well... " The Cameraman would shyly respond. "Well.... I wasn't the best student in film school, and LAW was the only place that would take me in..."
Picking up on the falsehood, the French woman would stand up looking at the Camera that she was sure Mark was using to look at her right now. "Stop, no lying now Mark. That might have been true for a few months, but at this point your experience be far more valuable than just schooling. So why are you here?"
Mark would pause for a second, taking a deep breath before responding. "B.... because its hard to get a girlfriend anywhere these days... and like... this is the only job that lets me be around a whole bunch of babes..."
Chloe would pause for a second, looking at the camera, imagining the look on Mark's face right now, as she would stifle a giggle, which would eventually turn into a chuckle, before she would turn to the bed and have to stop herself from laughing by just shoving her face into a pillow.
"D... Don't you laugh at me!"
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry..." The French woman would say, sitting back up and sticking out her tonge in an innocent apology gestor as she turned to face the Camera she was looking at originally. "Just... you know that is a really bad reason to stay at a company here."
"Yeah, probably." Mark would agree, "I haven't even gotten a chance to talk to one good girl since coming here."
"Oh come-on! You got to make friends with me at least! That is something."
"Yeah, except you have a boyfriend. So, not really the girl I can bring home to my parents."
"True... but how many of the girls here do you think you might be able to be brought home. Like... 75% of us are lesbians, and another 20% are like.... Bi-sexual with a heavy lean towards female. You aren't going to be bringing home many of these girls anyways."
"Ugh! Don't you... I don't know, have a match in like 5 minutes? Should you really be talking to me right now about this?"
"Ugh! Party pooper! Ok. I'll let you off the hook for now, but don't lose my number! I want to talk with you again after the match!" Chloé would say, as the Cameraman would grunt in agreement, and would hang up.
Left with nothing to do before the match, The french woman would take a seat at the chair in the room again, pulling out her phone and sending her boyfriend one last message before waiting on her opponent to make their way into the ring.
