Safiyah Neferet vs. Cleo Hulbury - Model Behaviour

[Lightman]

Match Type: Standard Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory is achieved by forcing the opponent to orgasm.
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Do people still do matches like this?

Safiyah shouldn’t complain. She wanted a debut match, and she’s getting a debut match. All those emails sent to the higher-ups-that-be weren’t for nothing. Which is good, because the last thing she wanted was to be twiddling her thumbs doing nothing while management overlooked and forgot about the newest signing.

However, a part of her couldn’t help but baulk at the fact that it was a standard hentai match. First to cum, to be exact. It’s not a new commodity, far from it. It’s a standard rule for newcomers in the realm of hentai wrestling. But the Egyptian wished that she could experience much more than a single orgasm. Others have got hentai submission, KO, heck, oil matches even. Offering many chances to enjoy extracting a woman’s sweet nectar, making their bodies yield to each subsequent orgasm as the canvas becomes flooded with their sex honey.

Now, she must be content with just one orgasm. Just one, and the match is over. 

A silly thought to have, she’d admit. And despite her reservations, Safiyah was genuinely excited about her debut. Though her face didn’t show it. She stood with one leg spread out on the locker room bench, her back arched forward and her hamstring stretched out to the fullest extent, all while her fingers clasped onto her toes with relative ease. She repeated the stretch on the other leg, barely showing even a subtle sign of exertion. It was the last stretch in her standard pre-match routine, complete with all the basics that would get most of her muscles relaxed for the extreme contortions they were about to pull off. And from what Safiyah had gathered about her opponent, it seemed there would be plenty of flexibility from both sides of tonight’s fight. She’d heard the name Cleo Hulbury rattled off a few times in passing since she’d joined the federation. Some of it in adoration, some of it in spite. It was clear she was a woman with some unique tastes and, though she hadn’t had too many bouts just yet, she certainly knew how to leave a lasting impression. If Safiyah was honest with herself, she was curious to see what the fuss was about. Surely, a woman invited by Starship Adult Entertainment for the Outmatched in Oil tournament would prove to be satisfying.

Otherwise, she’ll need to take this so-called ‘Paragon of Passion’ backstage for some…additional enjoyment.

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Safiyah

Safiyah would be remiss if she kept the crowd waiting and as soon as her theme started playing, a gold hue filled the arena, accompanied by some white and blue lights. The Azure Cobra burst through the curtain with both arms splayed out, taking a few moments to bask in the warm lights and welcoming cheer of the sizable crowd. Damn, it felt good to finally be in the big leagues! Her toned figure glistened in the arena lights as she descended the ramp, fans giving cheers and catcalls in equal measure. Her motions had a rhythmic sway, her hips swinging to the beat, almost serpentine-like as she made her way down the ring. Golden heels clacked along the rampway as if she were a trained model. Safiyah enjoyed the attention, and with the exquisite two-piece she was wearing, showing off that luscious form, she really couldn’t blame them.

Her form carried her up to the ring, where she would climb to the apron and seductively snaked from between the ropes. Her gilded feet carefully twisted and turned in their sockets as she greeted the fans with outstretched arms, highlighting her generous curves, much to the crowd’s delight. Satisfied with her reception, Safiyah slowly made her way to her corner, making sure to add an extra bounce with each step just to showcase her best assets. She spun around on her heel and rested her back against the corner turnbuckle, her arms draped along the top ropes as she raised a leg to rest on the top rope, slipping her feet out of those heels. All the while she stared out into the opposing entrance curtain, eager to see this so-called Paragon of Passion.

[Bare]

Cleo hummed softly backstage as she reclined back in her seat, phone in hand as she watched previous matches of her opponent with mild interest. If there had been one thing that Cleo had learned since coming to LAW it was to not underestimate your opponents. People were here for a reason and more often than not it was because they were skilled. Even someone as confident in herself as Cleo could admit this and as a result she was being smarter, studying her foes before her matches and making... preparations as a result.

Firstly, ever the fashionista, Cleo decided to wear some... special attire tonight to reflect her opponent's culture, and maybe even show her up in the process while showing herself off. Oh Cleo just couldn't wait to see the reactions she'd be getting. Secondly however was a bit more... underhanded was probably the closest word, though she'd probably prefer clever. But it was a neccessary insurance, especially given this match type. Looking down at the male crew member she had recruited to help her in applying said insurance onto her feet Cleo would whistle to get his attention as he looked up. A medical mask adorning his face and gloves on his hands so as to not feel the effects of what he was putting on her feet. "I think thats all the time we'll have left boo, now come up here and let me give you you're reward for assisting me." Cleo purred out while wagging her finger at the man who eagerly got up and moved to kiss Cleo... Only for the woman to smirk as she grabbed him and pushed him down in front of her.

Moving quickly she would ensnare her legs around him. One foot behind his head to keep him in place while the other pressed heel first into his throat, hr toes resting over his now exposed mouth. "Mmmph... what are you...oooh.. Ughhh! Nghhhh! Cleoooo!" Before long he had an erection and moaned, making Cleo smirk as she moved her legs about, gently rubbing her toes over his face until before long... "Ahhhhhhh yesssssss!" The man moaned as he orgasmed, before passing out, whether from the force of climax or by her chok sh didn't know nor care. All that mattered was that she had her answer. "Oh yes.. this aphrodisiac oil will do veryyyy nicely." Cleo purred out as she dropped the man and turned in her feet. Sliding her feet into the special heels she got just for tonight. Standing up and making her way out of the dressing room Cleo would sashay down the hallway, smirking as sh did so before making it to the entrance ramp, rolling her neck before her entrance music came on, signaling hr to come out.

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Strutting out from the back at first to boos it would shift to cheers almost immediately as Cleo tossed off a robe she was wearing. Revaling the elegant and revealing bikini she wore, and properly showing off the golden bangles and bands on her arms. Not only that but the spotlight that shown down caused thm and the egyptian styled headpiece she wore along with the golden heels she wore for the match against her Egyptian opponent.

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Taking a moment to raise her arms up and bask in the spotlight and adulation of the crowd it wouldn't be long before Cleo came down, strutting along the ramp with a smile, poised and confident as could be. Nearing the ring she would walk up the steps and to the center of the outside apron, bending low before tossing her hair back, sliding her hand up her thigh and sides as she rose back up, looking positively smoldering before she kicked off her heels and then slipped between the ropes and into the ring, taking her head piece off and laying it on the corner before turning to her opponent with her hands on her hips. "Well? I hope you enjoyed my special look for tonight. I must say it looked good on me... In fact I'd say the aesthetic is better on me than it is on you." Cleo said in a faux polite tone that betrayed the shade she was throwing towards her opponent.

[Lightman]

Admittedly, Saifyah didn’t know the inner workings of a true wrestling show. The thing she wasn’t sure of was the time it took for her music to die down and her opponent’s music to begin. A slight wince replaced Safiyah’s smile as the audience’s cheers slowly morphed into boos. At least they weren’t directed at her.

Though once she saw her opponent, she could somewhat ascertain as to why. In terms of her body, there wasn’t anything she hated. Tall, dark, lean and physically fit to slender perfection. Enough to stop the Azure Cobra in her tracks when it came to unclasping the bangle around her ankle. The first heel hadn’t slipped off, and she was already ogling. Not that she’d be judged for doing so. The audience slowly turned their noise into something more favourable. She had heard of some rumours of the audience not caring much about the actions, so long as they were sexy enough. If that’s the case, Safiyah wondered what exactly brought about such a reception.

If she had to choose one thing that it came down to, it would be ‘confidence’. The Egyptian was still a far cry from the quintessential pro-wrestling veteran, but modelling was second nature. Self-presentation was an art; every step had to be methodical and with purpose, every slight movement of the muscle, each idle brush of the finger, and fluttering eyelash. It wasn’t as easy as it looked. And this lady didn’t lack any of that. Though amidst the jeers and hollers, there was one thing that she thought was tacky and that was the two pieces of gold that this lady adorned. Safiyah rolled her eyes, smirking as she saw amusement at the show. A headpiece and some heels, whoop-de-doo. A lazy attempt, if you were to ask her.

With eyes like the Azure Cobra’s, it wasn’t hard to see past the finery to the pleasing form underneath, not that her opponent was trying to hide any of it. Quite the opposite. Safiyah couldn’t help but feel as though she were staring straight at her, issuing an unspoken challenge…

...that would become quite unspoken in the moments after her opponent made her way into the ring. Safiyah narrowed her eyes at the woman, yet couldn’t keep a bemused smile off her lips. Though she couldn’t say that confidence was unfounded. This lady was stunning. She radiated a lustful air that was somewhat elegant and characteristic of that arrogant attitude. Given it’s not her first rodeo, and the rules set up for tonight, this chick was awfully comfortable with her current position. That faith came from experience, surely. Safiyah was curious to see some of it.

Safiyah didn’t respond straight away, her leg lowering towards the floor before she would take a slow step forward. Which then turned into a sudden burst of forward momentum as she began to flip and trick towards her. Handstands, cartwheels, pushing off with trained perfection, corkscrewing in the air before she would land very close to her opponent. One thing she would notice was the loud boom upon impact and then the aftermath, as Safiyah’s heel would be resting on the turnbuckle. Just inches away from this lady’s shoulder.

“You know, I’d call it flattery…if it wasn’t for the fact it’s half-assed.”Safiyah grinned, her face dangerously close to the taller opponent. “Should be common knowledge, but you gotta go all in or don’t bother at all. Surely this isn’t your first time here?” She chuckled, her leg moving up slightly so that she could rest it on Cleo’s shoulder, not breaking her stride of conversation. “Then again, shouldn’t be surprising. Not the first time something gets stolen and they don’t know what to do with it.” A slight nod to Cleo’s apparent British accent. Safiyah began to unclasp and slip off her heel, just teasingly putting a striptease right at Cleo’s head.

“Then again, I gotta hand it to you. You helped to show off the authentic experience. So with that, I appreciate that.” Once she was done with one leg, she’d bring the other leg on Cleo’s other shoulder. The Azure Cobra kept up with the pleasantries, though her speech had a distinct bit of venom laced in. “Because the crowd is gonna see the difference between a cheap counterfeit with no appreciation of the culture and the real deal~.”

Safiyah would let the other heel drop to the floor by Cleo’s side before her raised leg would swing inwards, looking to swipe Cleo’s facial features with the exposed sole! With the pleasantries dropped in such a manner, Safiyah cartwheeled and flipped away before Cleo could even think of reacting.

[Bare]

Cleo had made hr marvelous entrance to quite the fanfare from the fans, even if they despised her personality, no one could deny her sheer attractiveness she possessed. Except for one at least in the form of her opponent Safiyah's apparent distaste for her which Cleo could tell just from the woman's expression when she entered. Yet she was looking to continue it even further as the woman did sudden and surprising flip series towards Cleo, until she was right in front of her, one leg raised up and over Cleo's shoulder where it made impact with a loud impact resounding out as a result.

Not that it made Cleo so much as flinch though as she looked her opponent right in the eyes. Not backing down even a moment to her upstart of an opponent. "Oh my mistake, I didn't realize I should have stopped at party city for some extra accessories.. in fact, is that a prop from yugioh or something?" Cleo asked mockingly while the head piece Safiya wore before bringing her hand back around to sweep through her hair... subtly taking a small vial she had hidden there and keeping it hidden as she draped her arm back before continuing to talk.

"Or perhaps... you're just jealous I pull it off better yeah?" Cleo asked with a dangerous smirk, before subtly dropping a few drops of the vial onto her opponent's foot before raising an eyebrow as the other leg came up along with her opponent declaring she would show the crowd the real genuine representation of her culture, and of course mentioning Cleo's own taking hers. Of course she did.

"Heh, really now? Well we'll see, they certainly seem to already appreciate my take more, but who knows, maybe they'll like yours more while you're moaning out my name begging to orgasm." Cleo said mockingly dropping another few drops on her opponent's other foot before discretely letting the vial drop and placing her hands her opponent's feet, gently rubbing them with a smirk on her face, clearly intending it as a mocking gesture when in reality she was lathering what she had dropped onto her feet into th woman's soles.

"Don't worry though, I'll make it feel REALLY good, just like this does." Cleo said, dropping her hands before noticing one of Safiyah's feet rais up suddenly and move, causing Cleo to jerk back and lean against the corner, narrowly avoiding the swipe of her opponent's foot before she cartwheeled away from her. "Clever." Cleo muttered out with a roll of her eyes before pushing off the corner and raised her hands up in preparation to clash with her opponent the moment the bell rang to start the match.

[Lightman]

Safiyah was conflicted. 

On one hand, there was no denying just how good-looking Cleo was. Considering the kind of reaction she got from her entrance, that alone was a good indicator. However, one could argue that the crowd would touch themselves at the sight of anyone who is remotely considered “beautiful”, “hot,” or “sexy”. Still, she had the kind of body that would get her tingling, just like that little skirmish back at the gym. Dark skin, proper, slightly unorthodox, if subtly elegant about her appearance.

In the other, Cleo really turned that down a few notches just by the attitude alone. It wasn’t enough that she had to be a bitch about her Egyptian roots, just the air that she brings here. Safiyah should have known that there would be those that she’d face that would cause some dislike, something to bring the mood down. Though she hoped that it would be less often in hentai matches!

“Woooooooowwww, all that money you get in matches and you admitted that you go for cheap stuff. How sad.” Safiyah didn’t seem as bothered by the Yu-Gi-Oh reference. “You do know you get paid a lot here? Or maybe you’re just not the top draw around here. Not to worry, I’ll help you get that breakout match. The very thing to get the big bucks! A shame you’ll be losing, but you’ll look good! Reckon you can pull off the losing role better than whatever you’re wearing.”

Safiyah flipped away, her foot unfortunately didn’t hit its mark. But she could easily see that it made her flinch, jerking back just to avoid getting swiped hard. No matter, the lines had been drawn and all Safiyah could think of was taking this woman down.

“Girl, making me feel good is such a low bar over here. You’re not that special.” The Azure Cobra landed with one leg, the other leg chambered up and coiled, as if ready to strike. “Though what will make you stand out is the crowd seeing those juices flow like the River Nile~. At least that’s just as much as you could offer other than any cheap counterfeit party tricks you got along with that get-up.”

[Bare]

Cleo wasn't exactly happy with that swipe by her opponent that made her flinch. It was a crime almost with how it made her look but so be it. If that's how things were going to be she already had a plan for what she would be doing and she was going to insure that it went off smoothly. Watching as her opponent returned to her original position and coiled her leg up while mocking her Cleo would offer a small, mocking smirk of her own right back at Safiyah.

"Please, everything I'm wearing is top of the line, it goes more to show how backwards your own eyes are if nothing else, poor thing, but don't worry, once we're through you'll have a far better idea of what's great and whats trash.. starting with what you're wearing." Cleo shot back while taking a few strides out from her corner towards the center of the ring, expecting Safiyah to do the same as customary before the start of the match.

The moment Safiyah was close enough Cleo would suddenly throw her leg forward, being sure to stop just short of her opponent's face so that the sole of Cleo's foot was hovering just a few inches away from Safiyah. "You should know plenty of low bars, but do me a favor and take a good look. This is what I offer, that which will become the object of your adoration and worship, as much as you may deny you'll learn that your place... is under this."

As she spoke Cleo would wave her foot a little at her opponent before slowly lowering her leg back down to the mat and standing up straight with a smirk on her face. "It's just a matter of time." Cleo said as she raised her fists up along with one leg, entering into a fighting stance as preparation for when the bell rang!

[Lightman]

“Are you suuuuuuuurrre?” Safiyah scoffed as she balanced on one leg, getting in a few tricky, yet spectacular-looking stretches that would get the crowd excited. “People can lie, you know. My mother knows her way around fabrics, so I can tell by the quality. Just like those cheap props you got going on.” Her mother wasn't someone who worked in that industry, but she had an eye for quality. The way she can keep a calm conversation while putting herself in those positions is a marvel to the eyes of all. No doubt Cleo is feeling the same. Perhaps already filled with feelings of inadequacy.

“Besides, even if that was top of the line, it really says more about such tacky taste. Proof that people will flaunt anything if it has an expensive tag on it.” Falling into a handstand, she would slowly let a leg fall to the ground before the other followed suit. Eventually, the time would call the two together, Safiyah walking with confident strides, her hips swaying with practised, exotic grace. Ever the better model than Cleo is. She would face the taller woman, placing her hands on her supple hips. Even as she got close, Safiyah stood unflinchingly as Cleo shot a foot out straight at her. The Azure Cobra wouldn’t put it past her doing a cheap shot before the bell rang, but it was her way of “intimidation”, similar to Safiyah’s own theatrics moments before. Regardless, Safiyah is forced to stare at the bottom of Cleo’s foot.

As Cleo babbled on, Safiyah’s heterochromatic gaze would roll so hard that they almost saw the back of her head, gesturing a yawn and not paying attention to what the Englishwoman had to say. It was all too boring for the Egyptian. While Cleo would wave her foot a little, Safiyah would part it away, just so that she could focus those blue and yellow eyes on Cleo’s.

“Sorry, just…I have this health condition, where I start to fall asleep during boring moments. It’s a unique form of narcolepsy. Clinically diagnosed too. Don't judge.” She feigned a yawn again. Disrespectful at this point, but to Safiyah, Cleo didn’t deserve respect. “Could you summarise all that in a sentence? Or you could, well, not make me fall asleep? Trying to mimic me ain’t helping matters, Miss Counterfeit.”

Safiyah would let Cleo’s leg lower down to the mat, seeing the British woman settle into a stance. Upon seeing that, Safiyah let a deep breath of boredom, all the while her long leg quickly and gracefully swings up in the air and over the model’s raised knee. The Azure Cobra delivers a series of sharp, rapid, mini hook/roundhouse kicks to the side of Cleo’s face. Nothing hard, mind you, but enough for her foot to tap across Cleo’s cheeks repeatedly in a teasing manner.

“Since you are so intent on copying everything about me, let’s see how well you can mirror every move I make. It shouldn’t be too hard, you guys have studied us for many years. Unless if you fell asleep during history class. Though looking at you, I doubt school was something you got far in.” As soon as the bell rang, Safiyah’s leg stopped its movements, snapping down towards the raised knee, planting her sole on top of it. “In that case, here’s all you missed out!”

All of a sudden, Safiyah would leap up in the air, using Cleo’s knee as a step to rise in the air, firing a series of kicks towards the model, one firing underneath the chin with the ball of her foot, the other seeking to smash the heel on the cheek while ending with a third, looking to plant her sole hard and flat onto those pretty face of hers!

[Bare]

Cleo smirked confidently at Safiyah as she rose her leg up and held it aloft just in front of Safiyah's face making a promise of what she would do to the woman and how she would dominate her. Not that the Egyptian woman would back down so easily to her. Merely continuing to mock Cleo, even more so by calling her a counterfeiter and calling her words boring to hear. Something that made Cleo frown deeply as she put her foot down and glared angrily at the woman and was about to respond, only for the woman's own foot to raise up and start smacking Cleo back and forth across the face!

Growling softly and clenching her fists Cleo would contain herself, knowing that now was not the time to lose her cool, that this would give Safiyah a sense of security and confidence, even if she wanted to lash out with every fiber of her being right now. Besides... A challenge was made. A challenge to do everything that her opponent did but better. A task Cleo was very much up to the challenge for.

Luckily the bell soon rang, prompting an end to Safiyah's ceaseless mini kicks and a return of her leg to the mat. Watching as Safiyah took to the air and close distance to her Cleo would choose now to act, pushing backwards, curling her body inwards as she looked to place her hands on the mat under her, trying to push backwards to back flip away from Safiyah to avoid her series of kicks...

And if successful Cleo would spring right back at her Egyptian opponent, leaping up as she neared, swinging her leg around to strike Safiyah right on the cheek, bringing her leg down a bit before swinging back up to arch her leg up and smack her heel against the bottom of Safiyah's chin in a kind of kick based uppercut. If successful than Cleo would pull her leg in before shooting out to try and land a scissor kick directly into Safiyah's stomach!

[Lightman]

Despite it being a debut, Safiyah knew the kind of mental battles wrestlers employ while in the ring. Both have been taunting each other, all while not showing their true feelings. The Egyptian wouldn’t have minded if Cleo was nice and pleasant to be with, as shown by the different women she had met thus far. But with Cleo, it was a different matter. The Paragon of Passion wasn’t going to be kind to the debutant. The Azure Cobra isn’t a person to back down either, clearly the type to give as much as she’s receiving.

Despite all the venom-laced words and the disrespectful actions, Safiyah was paying attention to the model. She might not have paid attention during her brief lessons, but assessing small cues was something she had picked up. To her credit, loathe as she is to do so, Cleo hasn’t been showing any tells after Safiyah’s taunting. And keeping a leg up for that long wasn’t an easy task, as many average people think. The Egyptian wondered just what kind of opponent Cleo was. Safiyah didn’t read or watch much of her past archives, aside from what people have said, which meant that she was completely going in blind.

Regardless, a challenge was made, and Safiyah was set to rise to it. Quite literally, she used Cleo’s knee as a step to lift herself up and throw attacks on her way. What Safiyah had expected was Cleo to be caught unawares and completely upstaged by her fancy acrobatics, smacking her face with her feet. What she didn’t expect was Cleo back flipping away from those attempts, leaving Safiyah to strike nothing but air. Safiyah could only kiss her teeth at the failed attempt, annoyed that this didn’t go as planned.

Though as she landed on her two feet, Cleo wasn’t done yet, leaping towards the Azure Cobra with her own attacks. The Englishwoman’s long legs swung towards the Egyptian. The first attack was only stopped by Safiyah’s forearm smacking against the shin, her front leg moving back as she shuffled back diagonally. Knowing how Cleo seemed to match what Safiyah tried to do, she wouldn’t put it past her, trying her own series of kicks. And sure enough, the former model did throw the second strike.

Had Safiyah not leaned her upper body back, tilting her head away in time, she would have eaten that kick to the chin. Only barely dodging that attack, before her other leg swung up, swiftly rising up in an attempt to intercept the lowering leg of Cleo. Should she do so, Safiyah aims a simple, yet effective front kick, the ball of her feet leading the charge to strike at Cleo’s calf at the peak of the leg’s apex, attempting to knock her whole body off askew.

[Bare]

Cleo was determined to upstage this rookie and prove that she was nothing to her, just as the Egyptian's insults were to her. In fact her desire to win was even greater now, it was more about winning or losing, it was a matter of pride all together.

Cleo needed to win, and luckily for her she had taken all the steps necessary to secure that win. All she had to do was focus on landing some solid kicks to her opponent, something that seemed to be a specialty of her opponent as well, but for Cleo that was perfect since it would allow her to further prove her superiority over Safiyah by beating her at her own game.

Managing to have dodged the Egyptian's initial series of kicks and secure her standing Cleo wasted no time launching herself back at her opponent, swinging her legs about, trying to clip her opponent at the very least. Unfortunately however Safiyah was fairly quick on her face and managed to lean back and avoid Cleo's attempts for the most part, relying on a kick of her own to knock Cleo's leg down and send her careening down towards the mat.

Pushing her hands out in front of her Cleo would quickly catch herself while bringing one of her own legs down on the mat, pushing herself and rolling forwards to get back onto her feet and turn to face her opponent with a glare. "Well aren't you capable?" Cleo asked mockingly as she got back up to a fully standing position and began to slowly circle her opponent with her hands raised in preparation.

Darting forward suddenly however Cleo would swing her leg about as if going for a standing kick to Safiyah's leg. Only Cleo would pull her limb up sharply to try and send a high kick at Safiyah's face. Regardless if the blow was successful in connecting however Cleo would start to pull back and them repeatedly kick forward for a quick flurry of kicks aimed at Safiyah's face and chest!

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