Tiki Lowell vs Alice Rose - Verbal Submission/I Quit, No DQ, Wager

[AliceBun]

Alice's face flushed with embarrassment as Tiki's explanation of strategy lingered in the air. The realization that her weaknesses were being exploited both physically and mentally weighed heavily on her. "I-I won't let you get inside my head," Alice stammered, her attempt at defiance undermined by the awkward position she found herself in. “Your clothes aren’t normal attire, that’s why I tugged on it! If you dressed more traditionally, then you wouldn’t have to worry about this! What you’re doing is softcore porn and that’s what I’m trying to stop!”

Determined to break free, Alice began to pull her legs in, attempting to disrupt Tiki's control. The effort challenged the veteran's balance, but Tiki, with her size and strength advantage, managed to stay on top of the situation.

As Tiki shifted her attack, Alice's escape attempt inadvertently set her up for a more compromising position. The veteran wrapped her arms around Alice's waist, lifting her into an upside-down position for a potential Piledriver. Alice's eyes widened as she felt the veteran's thumb maneuvering onto the crotch of her leotard, a flush of embarrassment spreading across her face. "Y-you dirty bitch!"

"No, I won't let you!" Alice protested, her voice strained as she tried to resist. Tiki's hands worked their way, and soon Alice found herself subjected to an undignified bounce, her chest moving unpredictably as the crowd's reactions grew more audible. She'd try to swing her legs to retaliate against Tiki.

Every bounce sent a wave of discomfort through Alice, her determination warring with the sheer awkwardness of the situation. When Tiki's hands finally showed signs of fatigue, the veteran seized the opportunity to execute the Piledriver, slamming Alice down into the mat. The crowd's reaction was a mix of shock and uncertainty, leaving Alice sprawled on the canvas, her spirit bruised but not broken. “Y-you could’ve been one of the greats, but your legacy tainted by feeding into these perverted fans.”

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"Oh it's been too late for that since before this match even started," Tiki taunted when Alice claimed that the veteran wouldn't get inside her head. "Alice, what I've been trying to get through to you, and what you've refused to understand, is that the entire basis that LAW is founded on is that even hardcore porn and legitimate competitive fighting aren't mutually exclusive. To try to stop that is to try to stop LAW itself."

Before long, Tiki was bouncing Alice upside-down by the crotch of her leotard, which managed to force a swear through the Royal Servant's lips. She tried to flail her legs around, but her calves and thighs occasionally bumping and glancing against Tiki's head did little to deter the greenette, and she soon slammed Alice down with a mighty Piledriver.

For all of Tiki's success, she was usually a rather humble woman. But she still had her pride, and she refused to let Alice's claim go unchallenged. "I currently am, and will eventually go down as, one of the greats of women's professional wrestling," she said. "Your opinion doesn't change that. My legacy is of winning. Both my own, and of the many students I've trained in my time, all across the world."

"And you, Alice," Tiki continued as she sat the pinkette up, "will simply be another tiny notch on that belt. Perhaps two if you decide to challenge Ivy after this, perhaps a few more if you happen to cross paths with more of my students in your time as a wrestler. But on your current path, you have no hope of ever comparing to me." As Tiki spoke, she settled behind Alice, and as she finished speaking, locked her into a devastating Leg Spread Sleeperhold that would crush Alice's throat and deny her any chance to refute Tiki's words.

Leg Spread Sleeperhold

[AliceBun]

Alice's attempt to resist the embarrassment and discomfort were met with Tiki's relentless taunts. The veteran's words echoed in her ears, and with each bounce, Alice's frustration grew. The realization that her principles clashed with the very foundation of LAW gnawed at her, but she refused to concede. "I-I won't accept this," Alice gasped, her voice strained as she lay sprawled on the mat. Tiki's explanation seemed to fall on deaf ears as Alice, though humiliated, clung to her unwavering belief in the essence of true wrestling.

As Tiki sat her up, Alice tried to gather herself, her spirit unbroken despite the compromising positions she found herself in. Tiki's claims of greatness and legacy echoed through the arena, but Alice couldn't let her opponent's words go unchallenged.

"I may not fit into your mold of wrestling, but I won't be just another notch on your belt. LAW is at its core a wrestling company. Sure this is what made it popular, it’s not a future worth running towards! Female wrestling needs to be about who is the best, not who is the hottest, who can flaunt their bodies more! It’s people like you that continue waltzing towards this so-called “sexy future” that I’m trying to stop!" Alice retorted, defiance in her eyes despite the evident struggle. "And now look at you, training new students? They should learn how to be proper and how to wrestle right! New, innocent girls who have a brighter future for them and you're throwing it al- mmghmgh!" However, before she could further assert herself, Tiki swiftly shifted, locking Alice into a devastating Leg Spread Sleeperhold.

The air seemed to compress around Alice as her throat was crushed, the veteran's words echoing as if to emphasize her dominance. The crowd's murmurs were drowned out by the overwhelming pressure, and Alice's attempts to fight back, to escape, proved futile against Tiki's unyielding hold. Alice would feel her legs spread again, exposed and strained. She’d try to unhook Tiki’s feet which were accentuated by her heels but every time she tried to, Tiki would hook them back and spread her more. Alice would attempt to throw elbows behind to hit Tiki’s ribs but her strength would slowly fade the longer she was in this hold.

As the pinkette's vision blurred and her struggles weakened, Tiki's words lingered, and the weight of the veteran's legacy seemed to press down on Alice's spirit. Yet, even in the face of this seemingly insurmountable challenge, a spark of determination flickered in her eyes, a silent vow that she would not be defined by this moment. The match had taken a toll, but Alice was far from conceding defeat.

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"Alice, I couldn't care less how you want to wrestle," Tiki said. "My problem is you trying to force everybody else into your mold of a wrestler. You're trying to take anybody who wants to be a sexy wrestler and make them stop and wrestle how you want to. I'm not the one trying to fit wrestlers into a mold, you are."

"As a matter of fact, in 99% of situations, I sincerely do not care whether or not I'm being sexy," Tiki continued. "If you think I am anyways, well then thank you for the compliment I suppose. I only care about it in this match because I'm trying to prove a point to you that sexy wrestling is still a viable way to wrestle if someone wants to."

Tiki choked Alices until she was dazed and fuzzy, then laid the elitist out onto her back. Then the veteran would fold Alice up for a Matchbook pin, but instead off laying down on top of her, Tiki hooked her legs around Alice's legs as if she was going for a Romero Hold, but instead, she bridged over the top of the pinkette and pinned her arms down behind her body.

Spoiler

But Tiki had one more thing in store for Alice. Lowering her ass down onto Alice's ass, it would push the wrestling gatekeeper's body further down onto itself, forcing Alice's breasts down into her face and making the wrestler of purity apply a dreaded Breast Smother onto herself.

[AliceBun]

As Tiki's transitions in to a unique submission hold, the pinkette's struggles grew increasingly futile. Tiki's words echoed through the arena, each statement a testament to the clash of ideologies that had defined their match.

"Your problem, Alice," Tiki's voice cut through the air, "is trying to force everybody else into your mold of a wrestler." The veteran's words held a weight that matched the pressure of the submission hold Alice found herself trapped in. The struggle for dominance had shifted beyond the physical; it had become a battle of ideals. Tiki's assertion that she didn't care about being sexy in most situations clashed with Alice's unwavering belief in a more traditional form of wrestling. Yet, even as Tiki choked her, Alice found a moment to retort, her voice strained but determined. "You say that you don’t care about being sexy, but look at your outfit right now! Heels, a sheer bodysuit, and leaving a lot to the imagination. Do that for your significant other, not to seek attention in a wrestling match!” Alice yelled.

"You're going down the wrong path," Alice gasped, the pressure on her chest and throat making it challenging to speak, but her determination fueled her. "Female wrestling can be dignified, respected, without resorting to... to these tactics. Just because LAW has been doing this since it started doesn’t mean it needs to BE the law. Why do I care so much? I’m here to fight for change because LAW is one of the biggest, if not THE BIGGEST wrestling league in the world. It’s influential for the wrong reasons. I came from a place that treated us ladies with RESPECT.” said Alice. Alice would continue on, trying to escape, trying to will her way out “I don’t want younger girls seeing people like YOU on their TVs or on the internet and go down this path. That's why I do these Verbal Submissions/I Quit Matches. I want people like you to quit this dark path. You’re a good technical wrestler. I’ll give you that. But your ideals, just like this outfit, are full of crap.”

"Your students deserve better than this and should be ashamed of having to be taught by someone like you." said Alice with a sting as she felt herself being rolled up in a Matchbook pin position. Despite her feeble resistance, Alice continued to express her frustration, her voice a muffled protest against the enveloping pressure of Tiki's unique submission. "I don't need to be sexy to prove my worth as a wrestler," she insisted, the words fighting their way through the smothering hold. "You're undermining everything I stand for and-" Alice said before she got cut off by being smothered from her own breasts.

“W-what is this!? I-I can’t move?!” said in a muffled voice only Tiki could hear. Alice was panicking as she never seen this move and felt her entire body was immobilized. She’d try moving her arms, but her hands were pinned down. She’d try moving her legs but they felt knotted with Tiki’s while being spread out in a compromising position. She felt awkward as she felt evert point of body contact with Tiki and knew that she couldn’t do anything to move. As Tiki maintained her dominant position, Alice's struggle persisted—a silent battle against both the physical and ideological forces pressing down on her. The match had become personal, testing not just Alice's physical resilience but her convictions in the face of a wrestling world that seemed determined to challenge every belief she held dear.

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"Oh, and there's your other problem," Tiki said to Alice. "You don't listen to what other people say. You only hear what you want to make your point seem right. I said that I am trying to be sexy in this one specific match for the purpose of proving you wrong and showing that sexy wrestling can be viable for those who like it."

"Have you ever thought of the reverse?" Tiki asked when Alice claimed that LAW was influential for the wrong reasons. "Maybe LAW is the biggest wrestling promotion in the world because they're doing it right. Maybe instead of shamelessly putting out to keep women's wrestling relevant, these women view it as embracing themselves and their sexiness to elevate women's wrestling to new heights."

"I'd happily wager my career that not one of my students feel shame for having me as a mentor," Tiki said, the tone of her voice flattening as something much more personal to her was challenged. "Wrestlers who are my students who are wrestlers who get the best. I wouldn't be a teacher if I gave them anything less."

As for the physical side of this battle, not much had changed. Tiki still held Alice in a dominant position that the servant had little means of escaping. The veteran contemplating letting up and transitioning so they could continue the verbal battle, but Tiki also appreciated the moment of quiet from Alice's god awful takes. So with the soapbox all to her own, Tiki held position and kept talking. "Nobody says that sexiness makes someone more worthy as a wrestler. Nobody is acting like they correlate. It's about fun! It let's people enjoy wrestling more than if it was all strict and stuffy."

[AliceBun]

Tiki's words echoed through the arena, each sentence a reminder of the stark contrast in their beliefs. Alice, immobilized and smothered beneath the veteran, could only listen as Tiki continued her verbal assault. Alice, trapped and unable to respond, felt a pang of frustration. Tiki's words were a relentless onslaught and all Alice can do is give painful moans that were muffled by her own chest in this unique submission.

As Tiki addressed the influence of LAW and the perspective of its wrestlers, Alice's panic increased. She wiggled her body in a desperate attempt to break free, each movement a silent plea for release. The crowd watched, a hushed anticipation hanging in the air as Alice fought against the smothering hold. Tiki's words resonated, challenging Alice's preconceived notions even as she struggled for breath. The pinkette's attempts to free herself intensified, a desperate plea for an opening to escape the unrelenting smother. As the verbal battle raged on, the physical struggle beneath Tiki remained unchanged. The veteran contemplated a shift in position, but for now, she held her dominant stance with Alice in a compromising position.

In the midst of the verbal onslaught, Alice's panic-fueled wiggles grew more intense. By a stroke of luck, her body movements disrupted Tiki's balance just enough. The veteran, caught off guard, toppled to the side, freeing Alice from the smothering hold. Gasping for breath, Alice lay in the center of the mat, the move leaving her physically and emotionally drained as she attempts to recover. "W-what was that hold!?" muttered Alice.

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Tiki wasn't expecting her current hold to finish Alice, in fact she knew it wouldn't considering that the elitist was physically incapable of verbally submitting. So the veteran wasn't too upset when Alice eventually managed to pull, turn, and tug on Tiki in just the right ways that she was able to successfully disrupt her balance and make the greenette fall off to the side.

"I don't know, honestly," admitted Tiki. "When I found that hold when I was researching some ideas for new techniques, it didn't have a name listed with it. But the attacker looks like they're being locked into a Romero Hold, so maybe a Reverse Romero Hold might be an appropriate name?" Tiki was tempted to ask Alice what she thought, since she knew the gatekeeper would likely go off on the smothering aspect of it, but she decided against it. She at least wanted to leave a chance that her words from earlier which had yet to be responded to might have some effect.

Having dominated the whole match, Tiki was curious to see what Alice was actually capable of doing, so she would make no move to attack. Inviting Alice to do so instead. If the pinkette started trying to just batter her with strikes or the like, Tiki would defend herself. But if Alice went for one of her submissions, the veteran would wait to resist until she had it locked in.

[AliceBun]

Alice, having weathered the verbal and physical onslaught, lay on the mat, gathering the remnants of her stamina. Tiki's admission about the unnamed hold provided a brief opening, a moment for Alice to reflect amid the intensity of the match.

As Tiki mused about the potential name for the hold, Alice stirred. Despite her exhaustion, a determined glint flickered in her eyes. The clash of ideals, the relentless pressure to conform, fueled her resolve. With a burst of energy, Alice rose from the mat, the fatigue weighing heavy on her but not enough to snuff out her determination. She knew that Tiki's had most of the control this entire match. It reminded her of her first match with Momoi Satsuki. The start of her downfall from indie darling to jobber in the big leagues in what is shaping to be one of the biggest losing streaks in the league.

Tiki, having dominated the match thus far, welcomed Alice's initiative. Alice looked at Tiki and it reminded her of Momoi. Despite her losses, Alice has been analyzing her matches. She knows her stamina is limited. She also knows that if she charges point blank, it would statistically spell disaster for her. She knew that she needs to pull something unexpected. As tired as she was, she had an idea The pinkette, sacrificing the little stamina she had left, dashed towards Tiki to charge at her at full speed, taking advantage of her strength in agility in order to surprise the veteran. In a sudden move, Alice attempted to seize control, raising her boot up to go for a big boot, aiming to turn the tide with a surprise attack! However, as her foot seemingly got closer to Tiki's face, she would utilize her speed again to spin mid attack to feign the kick and instead throw a strike to her midsection. "My ace in the hole...", said Alice who is running on adrenaline while Tiki was hunched over from the impact. Alice was vindicated as she remembered just charging with a big boot against Momoi only to get that scouted. Alice knew she had to be more strategic and her gamble paid off!

Her target was the veteran's midsection, and with a burst of strength, Alice would attempt to hook her right leg tightly over Tiki's left leg. The crowd watched, the arena humming with anticipation as the unexpected turn of events unfolded. She would then drape her left leg over Tiki's neck while trapping Tiki's right arm underneath her left armpit in order to lock in her finishing move, Alice in Wonderland! "Aww, is someone not ready for a little stwetchy stwetch? You're not going anywhere!" said Alice who was oozing with confidence. "Now, admit that you were wrong! That this act of righteousness that you're trying to be was all a facade and all you truly care for was getting the attention." The clash of ideals had evolved into a physical and strategic confrontation, and despite her weariness, Alice pushed forward, unwilling to surrender to the relentless pressure that sought to mold her into something she vehemently resisted.

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Tiki watched as Alice charged her, more than capable of following the servant's movements. Not so much as flinching at the pinkette's fake boot before bending forward slightly upon Alice's fist impacting her stomach. "A much better feint this time," teased Tiki as Alice prepared to go for her true attack.

"Well let's see it," Tiki said with genuine curiosity and anticipation for what Alice could do when given the opportunity. The pinkette climbed the veteran's back, wrapping limbs around limbs until she eventually was pulling Tiki's head and arms in opposite direction. "Octopus Stretch, eh?" Tiki said with less strain in her voice than Alice would likely want to hear.

"You know, I didn't thin- okay first thing's first," said Tiki, cutting herself off. "You're the one who can't handle the 'stwetchy stwetch.' You're the pro wrestler with zero flexibility, not me. But as I was saying, I didn't think you'd make your signature move of all things into something so lewd!" At this point, I'm convinced you're whole personality is a bit, an act. Really you love getting hot and sexy with it as much as anybody else, you just act all pure and elitist as some kind of heel gimmick."

"I mean look at this," Tiki said before she began her list. "You're pushing my chest right out here, your own chest is put right up there on top of my body, your body is stretched as thin as your leotard trying to control my size, so that thing has to be riding up on your ass for all the crowd to see, and don't think I can't feel that free hand. Just because you aren't groping me with it doesn't mean I don't feel that thing on my butt."

"But okay," Tiki said with a bit of a shrug in spite of her current position. "If you don't want me to go anywhere, I'm fine staying a while. As long as you'd like, really." Even though she knew Alice couldn't see it, the veteran grinned widely. "Stretch me out as much as you want. I'll be plenty fine."