Safiyah Neferet vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt - Reclaim The Throne

[Lightman]

Match Type: Falls Count Anywhere

Victory Conditions: Achieved by pinfall, which can take place anywhere in the location. No countout or disqualification. Hentai permitted but is not accepted to obtain victory.
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The warm night air clung to Safiyah Neferet’s bronze skin, beads of sweat forming at her collarbone as she stood in the shadows of the grandiose stage that awaited her. The arena—if one could even call it that—was unlike anything she had ever fought in before. Bathed in the glow of golden torchlight and framed by towering palm trees, a grand wrestling ring stood atop an opulent stone platform, surrounded by shimmering pools of crimson wine. Luxurious cabanas draped in rich violet silk lined the edges, their velvety curtains swaying with the evening breeze. A pyramid loomed in the distance, a monument to glory and conquest, while obelisks adorned with ancient hieroglyphs cast long shadows over the battlefield. At the heart of this oasis of indulgence lies the squared circle—its mat pristine, yet soon to be marked by the struggle of two warriors.

Yet, despite the grandeur, a lingering weight sat on her chest. Her last match had been a humiliation—Cleo Hulbury had stripped her of not only victory but of dignity, parading her defeat like a trophy. The sting of that loss still burned, but here she was, standing on the precipice of redemption. This match was her chance to erase the shame, to reclaim the name of the Azure Cobra.

And her opponent? None other than Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt—the so-called Imperial Rose. The embodiment of arrogance wrapped in silk and gold, a woman who dripped with entitlement as though it were her birthright. Safiyah had watched her matches, seen the way she wielded sharp cunning and cruelty like a sharpened blade, breaking opponents in both body and spirit. But tonight, it was different. This was no pristine ballroom where Gwendolyn could waltz to victory; this was a battlefield where every strike would leave a mark, where every hold had the power to end the fight.

The Falls Count Anywhere stipulation played into Safiyah’s hands. No ropes for Gwendolyn to cower behind, no referee to break a hold at her whim. If Safiyah wanted to pin her in the shallows of the wine-filled pool, she could. If she wanted to drag her across the stone and make her beg, she could.

She rolled her shoulders, exhaling sharply. Beneath her confidence, there was doubt—unshakable, crawling under her skin like a curse. But that doubt wouldn’t serve her now. Safiyah clenched her fists, her mismatched eyes burning with resolve. This was her night. And she would not—could not—let it slip through her fingers.

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Theme

Her theme played in the speakers. The open-air carried the sound, unlike the arena where a concealed space bounced it around. From the curtain, Safiyah steps out, bathed in an ethereal glow as the arena erupts into a symphony of cheers. Clad in a revealing white and gold bikini top, the cups were structured enough to offer coverage, yet still be provocative. Gold trim and intricate patterns adorn the fabric, evoking the feel of ancient Egyptian jewellery and armour—a golden collar-like piece connecting at the neckline to add a regal touch. The bottoms added to the elegant design, and the crescent moon-shaped golden ornament reinforces the celestial themes.

The sapphire and gold of the bikini gleam beneath the torches, the toned frame accentuated with every deliberate stride. Barefoot, the Azure Cobra embraced the coolness of the marble floor, feeling every grain against her skin as she slithers into the ring with the grace befitting of the serpentine nickname. The emblem of an ancient eye gleams on her chest, a symbol of watchful resilience. Safiyah’s heterochromatic gaze sweeps across the arena—one eye burning gold like the desert sun, the other deep blue like the Nile under the moonlight.

As far as she is concerned, this is her domain. And she’s not about to let another coloniser take it all away.

[killcarrion]

The flickering dance of torchlit flames becoming an apropos prelude to the salacious ballet soon to be undertaken this moonlit night. An impassioned dalliance between competitors rife with accommodations befitting the exorbitant wealth at the fingertips of one particular combatant. One who spared no expense in any facet of her life, including earlier in the day when a certain pampered imperialist would have been found peacefully lounging back in her beautician’s chair and in a serene state of mind that was in direct contrast with the frenetic buzz of duty-bound employees attending to their noble benefactor's every whim. Understandably, there was no shortage of willing suitors once Gwendolyn made it clear that she was hereby venturing into matches of a more lascivious nature, where the objective could very well mean shepherding your adversary towards a blissful awakening in between the more conventional types of physical domination inherent to the wrestling landscape. Dubious and vastly unlikely though the outcome was in her pretentious mindset, the consequences of being defeated underneath such circumstances was not lost upon the enterprising business magnate. As a matter of fact, she'd surmise that such a vile conclusion was what enticed a certain subset of the fandom the most when news of Gwen's interest in these match types spread.

A typical and rather gauche fairy-tale ending perhaps anticipated moreso considering the match's exotic locale is befitting more towards an Egyptian princess being praised for her beauty by subjugated worshipers than a British noblewoman who regards unwashed peasantry with the utmost of disdain. Hence why Gwendolyn sought to attain these specific conditions in the first place. An adversary yearning to make a name for themselves by thwarting a competitor of heralded prestige and unparalleled skill in the backdrop of such nationalistic pride and practical home advantage...would be the perfect circumstances to achieve victory within for the vainglorious blueblood. Being decimated within her homeland with tactical advantages behind this Safiyah Neferet, has the distinct possibility of instilling degrees of confidence quelling shame no other setting could replicate. And service Gwendolyn's intentions of making an imperious statement out of her illustrious victory this day, even if she has to play the role of the colonizing aggressor this star-sprinkled night. However, Gwendolyn decided earlier into this match's inception that if this was indeed to be a night of adventurous experimentation and imperialistic conquest, than she must earnestly commit to the concept. As if the setting of colossal pyramids and lumbering camels weren't enough to signify that particular fact.

Theme

On opposing sides from wherever Safiyah made her entrance, a shawl of silken curtains would be yanked back to reveal three flower-bearing lady attendants dressed in belly dancing garbs. Tribal clothing with circular gold laced around the seams with royal blue as the overarching color, who'd all begin fluttering the floor with yellow flower petals. The trio stepping towards the ring as they did so as Gwen's elegant overture of an entrance theme started being played with the noblewoman now stepping through the entrance herself. And upon doing so, showcasing her Azure blue swimwear and roses as fitting accessories. Gwendolyn's queenly cadence exemplified with every poised step with arms extended to the side as she basked in her own illustrious magnificence alongside the booing scorn of the LAW faithful. Two of the servants hunching themselves over on hands and knees to form a human staircase with the third widening the gap in between two of the ring ropes. Gwendolyn traipsing from a flower-petaled walkway and upon the back of attendants on her way inside of the ring, all of whom making their exits afterward. "...*giggle*...Do forgive me. I regard the elaborate theatricality as one of the more enjoyable aspects of this profession. I trust you harbor no objections, oh so renowned Azure Cobra?~..." Gwendolyn coyly remarked with a graceful gait taking her towards the middle of the ring.

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