Rose Gold vs Izzia Oskevic [D]; Izzia's Debut

[SuckerPunch]

Standard Match
Victory Decided by Pin Fall, Submission, Count Out or Disqualification

Spoiler

(Start at 1:21 for replays)

The lights cut out as the electronica of 'Gold' pulses through the arena. The stage fills with smoke, obscuring it's contents even further. As the vocals kick in the directional lights flare to life, cutting through the darkness in dramatic swathes. They scanning the ring and audience, returning them to darkness as soon as they've passed them by. All the while tiny flecks of shiny white, pink, and gold refract the light. The lights all assemble on the ramp and trace their way up it. Among the smoke and glitter the shapely silhouette of a woman waits. Her head down and arms at her sides. Statue still. And the music stops for a few beats. The lights cut once again. However, this time, they return in time with the drop! The arena is illuminated once more.

The woman reveals herself. A single fist is raised triumphantly to the sky, the fans, and the league as a whole. Her head raises, slowly, taking in the moment before opening her dazzling eyes and meeting the cruel world in front of her with a confident, beckoning smile. As if to say:

"Pay attention LAW, Rose Gold is here!"

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Izzia could feel her nerves beginning to jangle as she prepared to enter the ring for her first ever LAW match. The young Polish wrestler was eager to get to grips with her opponent, but she had never wrestled on such a stage before. She tried to take deep breaths and keep herself calm, not wanting to show her nerves to the fans, or to this Rose Gold that she would be facing in a matter of moments. Settling herself, she tugged her long golden fingerless gloves more tightly up her arms and adjusted her burgundy cropped top, low cut to reveal the creamy skin of her cleavage and midriff.

Izzia Oskevic

The first notes of her entrance music, Yeah Right by Cosmic Ninja blurted from the speakers, signalling it was time. Izzia took a final steadying breath, and then the Polish Princess stepped out through the curtain and into the light.

She plastered a winning smile across her youthful features and struck a pose at the top of the ramp, a hand on her hip and other raised high with her index finger extended. Then she swaggered her way down the ramp, doing her best to project an aura of confidence, her burgundy skirt swishing from side to side as she moved. Bounding up onto the ring apron, she turned her back on the ring, hooking her arms over the top ropes and facing the crowds. Then, in a swift fluid motion she flipped herself backwards into the ring, landing neatly and striking another pose for the fans.

But she needed to face her opponent eventually. Trying not to think about her racing heart, she turned and looked at Rose Gold, clenching her fists by her sides and walking over to the middle of the ring. She swallowed hard, looking the other wrestler in the eye.

"Good luck," she said, her heavy Polish accent twanging.

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Rose's music cuts and she's left alone in the ring. Her lithe form leaned against the turnbuckle as she watched the stage she'd just emerged from. Eager. Nervous. To see her opponent. Rose Gold was a woman of two minds. The kind, shy Kelsea Rose. A dedicated student who loved sweets, and had an extremely hard time talking to beautiful women. Whose nervous habit was to clasp her hands over her stomach to comfort herself, as she did now. And Rose Gold, the confident, sensual and primal representation of women's professional wrestling.

As Izzia's music hit and the focus turned to her debut entrance, Rose Gold pushed away from the turnbuckle, leaving Kelsea in the corner and stalking to the center of the ring to take in all her opponent had to offer. Rose Gold was dressed to impress. Standing all of 5'2" with a body built for the business. A sheer bodysuit was worn beneath her ring gear and was practically painted on and showed off her flat, toned tummy. Atop that a stylized midriff baring top. Her breasts were modest but pert. The top forced them together and lifted them, causing them to sway as she shifted her balance from one hip to the other. The window showcasing her cleavage made them easy to appreciate and was not too different from Izzia's.

Finally, she wore a pair of hot-pants that would make a thong blush. Pulled across her hips, they covered only what they needed to and left the curves of her inner thighs tantalizingly exposed. All of her ring gear seemed to be one size too small, leaving very little to the imagination. Even less so when considering her incredibly supple backside. She had an ass made for smothering. Round, supple, and firm.

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Rose couldn't help but admire Izzia's backside as she stood on the ring apron. This was doubly true as she flipped over the ropes, offering (perhaps unintentionally) an alluring glance at what was beneath her skirt. If Izzia looked at Rose as she moved to the center of the ring she might catch her pretty eyes. Swimming beneath them was a look of hunger. Izzia was beautiful, and Rose couldn't wait to get up close to her. Rose approached her, meeting her in the dead center of the ring. Her hips were on full display as she moved with an eager, hot confidence.

"My my, you are lovely. I'm looking forward to our match." She offered as she licked her lips. Then, the bell rang. Rose offered up her hands. Her fingers flexed tauntingly as she offered up a test of strength. The game had begun.

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Izzia watched, wide-eyed as Rose Gold swaggered towards her, her distractingly curvaceous body drawing the Polish Princess's eye as she moved with amazing sensual confidence. For the young Polish wrestler it was both an enticing and intimidating in equal measure. As they came together at the centre of the ring, Izzia could feel Rose's piercing gaze examining every inch of her body. Then Rose Gold complimented the young Pole's appearance, catching her by surprise.

"Err... thank you," Izzia replied hesitantly, still holding Rose's gaze. A moment later the bell rang and she tensed, every muscle in her body tight with nerves.

Izzia eyed Rose Gold warily as the other wrestler, crouched and prepared for a test of strength, wordlessly challenging the rookie wrestler with an enticing look in her eyes. While sheer power was hardly Izzia's forte, she knew full well she couldn't back down from it. She could only try her hardest and hope Rose wouldn't be able to overpower her. Steeling herself, the Polish rookie stepped forward and clasped Rose Gold's hands, pushing into the test of strength with a high-pitched squeak of exertion.

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"Oh honey, don't thank me yet. We've got a long night ahead of us."

Rose's smile moved from predatory to genuine as the rookie seemed taken aback by her compliment. Her reaction made her wonder, had anyone treated Izzia like a woman? Her bashfulness reminded her of Kelsea. Poor, repressed Kelsea. Rose's demeanor broke breifly at the thought of her alter-ego. This was indicated only by a twitch of the eye.

Her frustration spurred her to action. She lunged forward, her fingers tangling with Izzia's as if they were having a romantic walk in the park. She pushed against the other woman's force, tension filling her corded muscles. Rose Gold had always been a combat sports athlete, and that came with a few perks. Perks outside of knowing how to twist and bend her opponents to make them moan. She'd spent most of her professional career playing jiu-jitsu with men, as it was only now becoming common for women to practice.

She forced her way forward, her eye twitching again at Izzia's cute squeak. She was very much like Kelsea. Admittedly, Izzia had the heart to get in the ring, unlike Kelsea. She was committed now to overpowering her rival! As if it was her overpowering the duality of her own personality. Rose would certainly be able to pour the pressure on this little girl. To dominate this test of strength and impose her will.

However, she was doing so with too much gusto. She'd not assumed proper footing and her center of gravity was off.

All things she should have known if she wasn't so distracted!

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Izzia let out another high-pitched gasp as she struggled to hold her ground against Rose Gold, her arms starting to tremble with the strain as it became quickly apparent that her voluptuous opponent had the edge in sheer strength. The young Polish Princess staggered backwards, shaking her head as though trying to deny what was happening, but inexorably, step by step, Rose Gold drove her back.

She tried to stop and hold her ground, only to have her arms pushed straight back to either side of her body, bringing her up close with her beautiful opponent, their bodies almost touching.

"Nnnhh..." Izzia moaned weakly as she felt her legs begin to give way. She needed to get out of this test of strength - she'd already lost it and to keep fighting the inevitable would simply play into Rose Gold's hands. Taking a deep breath, Izzia decided to try and turn the tables on her opponent, banking on Rose's momentum to help her along the way.

In a sudden, fluid motion Izzia stopped pushing and instead fell backwards, keeping a tight grip on Rose's hands as she went. As her back hit the canvas she bunched her legs up to her chest, giving momentary glimpse of the white silk-lined panties beneath her skirt! She didn't have time to dwell on that little indiscretion, however. Instead she pulled Rose Gold forward and stuck both feet up into her opponent's stomach, using her leverage and Rose's momentum to flip her opponent cleanly head over heels to slam onto the mat beyond Izzia.

She clung on, and as Rose went over, Izzia rolled back with her. In a neat, cleanly executed reversal, she rolled backwards to land in a sitting position, straddling Rose Gold squarely over the curvaceous beauty's ample bust, trying to pin Rose's hands to the canvas.

"Got you!" she exclaimed, her triumphant move filling her with much-needed confidence!

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Rose could feel Izzia's bodh yield under her own. It was incredible. The tiny gasps and sighs. She'd have shuddered if her body hadn't been overly tense from the exertion. As Izzia's arms gave way, inch by inch, it brought the two women closer. And finally, her arms were at her sides and Izzia was on her kner's before her. With Rose's face looming over one of her shoulders.

"Mmm. Yes." Was moaned out in a soft breath. A succulant, secret sound for the Polish Princess only.

And then Rose felt her quit. Her body dropped. Izzia's surrender came as expected. Because she was like Kelsea. And Kelsea always surrendered. Whatever would stem the tears and ease the pain.

It all happened too fast. Rose Gold was in her own head. A rookie mistake. Her debut had passed, but she was still new herself. She'd counted her submission before they'd tapped.

Her opponents boot found its' way into her taut tummy and the world went on spin cycle. As her perspective shifted she could hear a familiar chiding voice in her head 'Grow up Rose'. She scoffed before crashing onto her back, the recipient of an incredibly well executed Monkey Flip.

Her breath left her momentarily as the impact with the canvas pushed it out of her in a cute little huff. As she recovered, Izzia followed through with the rest of her plan a d rolled with Rose, mounting her. Her breasts mushroomed under her opponents' weight. From down here, under tbe lights of the arena, she looked practically angelic. Absolutely kissable. She did in fact. Get Her.

Rose offered an appreciative smile. She was in the ring with a competitor and it was time she acknowledged that. And so, Rose opened her soft pink lips and spoke.

"White, huh?"

A gut punch to the insecure. Rose had seen what she'd meant to keep hidden... Did that mean everyone else had too!? They had of course. Much of this match would be clipped on reddit in the morning.

Assuming her ploy worked, Rose would reach up with both arms. Her right underhooking her opponent's left shoulder and her left pulling her opponents head down. Was she bringing her in for a kiss?

Along with the pull, Rose pushed with her feet, bridging on the back of her neck to lift the woman off her and roll her over to her left. If succesful, Rose would be atop Izzia now in a position that closely emulated missionary. A hand controlling her shoulder and a hand behind her head. Izzia's thighs precariously around Rose's midsection. And their pelvis' pressed tightly together. Izzia could feel the heat coming off of Rose through her thin, barely there attire.Their young bodies were pressed into eachother in a rather unsubtle way.

"I hope you don't mind if I top, beautiful." She taunted with their warm cheeks against eachother in a lovers embrace.

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Izzia frowned in confusion as, even in her apparently trapped state, Rose Gold looked thoroughly unperturbed. The voluptuous wrestler looked up at the Polish Princess, smiling with her enticing lips. Then Izzia felt her cheeks flush crimson as her opponent referenced the colour of her panties, indication she'd glimpsed them during the move. The rookie wrestler took in a sharp breath in surprise.

"Wha..." Izzia blurted, releasing her grip and instinctively bringing both hands to push down her skirt. "Wh-wh-what are you talking about?"

But in her embarrassment and surprise, Izzia let her guard down completely, and an instant later Rose Gold's hands flashed up, grabbing the unsuspecting Pole with one arm around the back of her head and the other hooking beneath her left arm. Before Izzia could react, her opponent combined the pull with a sudden bridging of her body and she twisted, easily flipping the slender Polish Princess off to the side and rolling over.

"NO!" Izzia yelped in panic as, before she knew it, the tables had been totally turned and she found herself trapped beneath Rose's delectable frame, the other wrestler's pelvis pressed against hers, her warm body pressing against the rookie. Izzia's breath caught in her throat and her eyes rolled as Rose spoke seductively into her ear. Her thighs pressed against Rose's curvaceous hips but for the moment she couldn't clear her head to think of a counter. For the moment she lay there, feeling Rose's body grind against her.

"Nnnhhh..." Izzia moaned compliantly, wriggling weakly and trying to move her cheek away from Rose Gold's sensual embrace.

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This. This was everything. A beautiful woman was trapped beneath her. She could feel the heat of embarassment. Of arousal in Izzia's cheeks. Izzia's sweet moan of surrender generated a dull ache of need that travelled through Rose as well. Rolling up her spine and concentrating in her breasts. Her nipples hardened noticeably as they ground against her opponent in their tight embrace.

"Mmm. Izzia!" Was drawn from her lips in a breathy, shuddering purr, her lips pressed against the nape of Izzia's neck.

The young sex-kitten instinctively writhed against Izzia, a response to her unconscious demand for more. Their most sensitive places seperated by slight fabric. Fabric that would become more permissive as they grew moist with desire. A secret shared in their sensual contact, but hidden from the hungry eyes of the audience. For now.

"You're so... hot..." She panted in appreciation for the dampness Izzia had stirred in her.

As Rose's hips worked lustfully against her sweet rival, another part of her else conspired against Izzia. The arm that underhooked Izzys' had begun to coil itself around her neck, pulling her shoulder with it and looping itself through the arm that held her head. Rose was slowly working in a head and arm triangle while distracting her with the intoxicating gyrations of her hips. Not to mention the delicious siren song of Rose's breathy moans being drip-fed to Izzy with each thrust.

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Things were not going according to plan for Izzia in her LAW debut, as she lay pinned and aroused beneath Rose Gold's supple frame, her opponent scattering the Polish Princess's thoughts to the wind with her amorous advances. She squirmed weakly in Rose's embrace, the other wrestler grinding against her skirt and panties and filling her mind with deviant thoughts. A tight, high-pitched stutter of breath escaped her lips as Rose continued to arouse her with her body and her words.

But through the fog of confusion and disorientation, Izzia became dimly aware of Rose Gold's arms sliding into position around her head. With Rose's hips still bumping against her it took a moment for the young Pole to grasp what was happening, but eventually she realised that if she didn't act fast she'd be trapped in a head and arm triangle! With the grip tightening and Rose Gold's body pressing closer, she did the only thing she could do.

"Thanks..." she panted "But I'm here to wrestle, beautiful!" And with that, she clamped her supple thighs around Rose Gold's waist, crossing her ankles behind her opponent's back and squeezing for all she was worth in a tight body scissor, hoping to drive the breath from her buxom opponent before she could take any more control of the match!