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

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Stipulations: If Tiki wins, Alice has to surrender her attire to Tiki and exit the ring nude. If Alice wins, Tiki has to fight all her matches wearing an attire chosen by Alice for a year. Disqualifications are not enforced.

Victory Conditions: The loser will submit verbally to the winner, using a phrase such as "I quit" or some other phrase prompted by the winner

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In all of Tiki Lowell's 4 decades plus of wrestling, from scholastic, to amateur, to indies, to world-class promotions, she had never seen entrance ramps this long before. It made sense, considering the arena was being repurposed from an American football stadium for wrestling, meaning that there over a 50 meter distance from the entrance to field and the ring situated at midfield, since one also had the end zones to think about.

That meant as Tiki was announced and made her entrance, she'd have quite the long run to make it into the ring. And she would be running. It was cold and the M&T Bank Arena was an outdoor stadium. LAW had seen to it that the ring was heated to accommodate, and Tiki was making for that warmth as quickly as she could. She'd been in America for a few days before the match, and she'd heard from some of the people with her that many places in the nation had their first snowfall today. Thankfully Baltimore hadn't been one of those places, as the weather stayed dry and a few degrees Celsius over 0, but it was still a cold autumn night nonetheless.

Tiki

For her Halloween costume, Tiki was dressed as a witch of sorts. A Dark Oracle who foretold and manipulated the futures of her opponents to bring about their downfall. She'd give her cape a flourish as she entered the ring, but otherwise kept it mostly wrapped around her body for warmth, trying to protect her body, especially her otherwise bare cleavage, from the cold.

That finally brought Tiki's thoughts to her opponent: Alice Rose. The witch knew that the wrestling elitist would mock ever for being cold, using it as a point of proof that her philosophy was right. Boasting that her refusal to dress up for the Halloween event and fighting in her standard ring attire would grant her the advantage. This was in spite of the fact that Tiki also knew that Alice would be shivering her tits off right alongside the veteran, and that anybody would agree that even the most professional of wrestling attires was not built to handle the elements. Who cares anyway, it's Alice Rose, Tiki thought, her mind drifting to the footage of her she had watched to prepare for this. I'd kick that woman's butt on one leg.

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Alice

As her music hit, Alice Rose couldn't help but feel a shiver down her spine as she stood at the entrance of the long ramp. The cold, crisp air seemed to cut through her wrestling attire, but despite that, her rage towards Tiki fired her up. She had watched Tiki Lowell's entrance, her Dark Oracle costume, and the confidence she exuded. It was clear that her opponent wasn't going to let the cold or the Halloween theme affect her performance.

Alice's eyes locked onto Tiki as the crowd roared in anticipation, and she couldn't help but frown. She was determined to stick to her principles, even if it meant making a bet that had the ultimate risk. She knew Tiki would seize any opportunity to mock her and her approach. As she made her way down the lengthy ramp, the wind sent slight chills, and Alice couldn't help but reflect on her earlier confrontation with Tiki and Ivy. The argument about wrestling attire had been heated, and she had been determined to uphold her beliefs.

With each step she took, Alice's resolve remained unbroken. She was a purist when it came to wrestling, and her attire was a testament to that. Tiki might have had the confidence, but Alice was ready to show her that her dedication to the sport's dignity and tradition would triumph over gimmicks and costumes.

Once Alice entered the ring, she met Tiki's confident gaze with one of her own. The shivers from the cold were merely physical sensations. In her mind, she was focused and determined. Alice was ready to prove that in the ring, it was the wrestling skill and dedication that mattered most. Tiki might think she could win with one leg, but Alice was about to show her that it took more than a gimmick to excel in the squared circle. “I still can’t believe you’re wearing a revealing sheer bodysuit and heels, especially in this weather. You must really enjoy all the attention.”

Alice stood in the center of the ring, her expression resolute. "Tiki, you can wear all of the revealing clothing you want, but remember this: the ring is where our true worth as wrestlers will be determined," she declared, her voice strong despite the shivers running down her spine. "You may be cosplaying as a witch, but I'm dressed to wrestle. Let's see if your cosplay can stand up to my passion for the sport."

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Tiki noticed that Alice seemed more determined rather than demeaning compared to their first meeting. The condescension was still there, to be sure, but the pinkette seemed more focused on proving herself rather than tearing down the veteran. Perhaps it was an effect of Alice's mindset being more locked in for the impending match, but Tiki wouldn't complain if it meant she would be less irritating.

Tiki did notice something as Alice spoke; it felt like she was giving a monologue for a show match. Like the type of speech a person gives before a scene designed to hype of the scenario and the crowd before the action started. If it were any other wrestler, Tiki would assume that she was just playing to the crowd. Between this and how Alice was about her outfit, the greenette almost had to wonder if the whole gatekeeping elitist thing was actually a bit that she was doing as a gimmick.

Then again, Alice and Tiki probably wouldn't be in the ring right now if the pinkette wasn't serious. Obliviousness to how her actions compared to her words was more likely the explanation. Tiki remembered that Alice had said something about a wrestling master who had given Alice her attire and taught the girl her values. The veteran had no clue who this master was, but her first impression of him was that he probably needed to get smacked by somebody.

"What I think you would be well-served to learn more than anything else is that you shouldn't try to restrict passion," Tiki said as she removed her cape and set it outside the ring. Despite the points being argued in this match, the greenette made no attempt to deny that a cape would definitely get in the way. "Different people can express passion in different ways, and you shouldn't get angry at other people's passion just because they express it differently from you."

"Take me for example," Tiki continued. "Despite how I may look, I am 50 years old. I first stepped onto a wrestling mat when I was 8. It's been 4 decades and I've never stopped. Can you seriously look me in the eyes and say I don't have passion for the sport? I've seen a lot in all that time, but I still want to experience more, so I pursue and take part in fun and unique wrestling events when I get the opportunity. And so here I am, dressed as a witch on Halloween about to wrestle in weather barely above freezing. That's my version of passion for wrestling." Tiki doubted she'd change Alice's mind with her little speech. But she felt that it was always at least worth the effort to try to guide those who were coming after her. Even if she only made the opinionated rookie think, she'd be happy. Soon after, the referee called for the bell, and the match was on.

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As Tiki spoke, Alice remained focused, her determination unwavering. She listened to the veteran's words, her shivering body only fueling her desire to prove a point. Her eyes were locked onto Tiki's, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the discussion of passion. To Alice, passion for wrestling wasn't about gimmicks or costumes, but about the art of the sport itself. As Tiki finished speaking, Alice couldn't hide her disbelief. The determination in her eyes was unwavering, but now it was highlighted with exasperation. She took a moment to respond, a hint of disdain in her voice as she couldn't help but respond back.

"Respecting traditions doesn't mean dressing up like it's Halloween every day," Alice retorted, shaking her head. "You've been in this business for over 50 years, and yet you've completely missed how female professional wrestling has changed. It's gone from a respected sport to a spectacle where people parade around in costumes or indulge in that hentai wrestling nonsense." She couldn't help but wonder how someone with Tiki's experience had failed to understand how female professional wrestling was deteriorating.

"Sure, I'm younger than you," Alice continued, her trash-talking spirit unabated, "but I've learned to be more mature and respectful about my passion for wrestling. Age doesn't determine respect, and I'm here to bring dignity back to this ring. You have these perverted men oogling you and I bet you love that attention, huh? You're in my way, and if you can't listen to reason now or even back in the locker room, then I'm going to make you admit it myself. It's time to show you what real wrestling is all about you old hag! I'm not afraid to make an old lady tap out!"

With her frustration laid bare, Alice lunged forward, teasing a clothesline but this would intend to be a distraction as she twisted her body around to go for a high side thrust kick straight at Tiki. Despite her lack of flexibility, Alice would try to get enough height to surprise her. The cold night air didn't deter her; instead, it fueled her fiery resolve to make her point in the ring. Whether her kick found its mark would depend on Tiki's reaction time, but Alice was determined to stand her ground and prove her beliefs right from the start.

High Side Thrust Kick

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"Well it would seem that my entire point has flown further over your head than a Lamar Jackson deep ball," Tiki said. Honestly she had no idea if she was even using that reference correctly, she just knew that deep balls were a thing in American Football and that the player she named was relevant to the team that played in this stadium. But Tiki did have something for Alice that she was much more of an authority to speak on, "A bit of a history lesson before we start; the only reason women's wrestling even existed back in the day was because men wanted to watch half naked women grabbing each other and have it technically not be porn. It's actually a lot closer to want you want nowadays. The only reason it may look otherwise is because the people who do still want to go the more sexual route can get away with a lot more these days."

When the fighting was finally underway, Alice charged at Tiki with her left arm poised for a clothesline that would strike the taller veteran across her bust if it connected. But it wouldn't, because once Alice got close, Tiki would dodge to the side opposite of the pinkette's outstretched arm. It also wouldn't connect because Alice wasn't actually going for a clothesline. She tucked her arm in as she turned her body, cocked her hips, and fired a mighty kick right at Tiki's chin.

Or at least... right at where Tiki's chin had been before she dodged. Alice's foot ended up hitting nothing but the cold Baltimore air. "Free advice from someone who's been training young wrestlers longer than you've been alive," said Tiki as she grabbed Alice by her ankle before kicking her plant leg out from under her, putting the pinkette on the ground save for the leg that was in Tiki's grasp.

Tiki would follow Alice down to the ground, simultaneously giving a lesson as she began to work the stubborn pinkette into her first hold, "If you're going to feint, don't have the fake hit and the real one come in at the same height and angle," Tiki said. "If you do that, your opponent's option to beat the fake attack may very well also cover the real one. In this case, both of your attacks her aimed high, and were frontal attacks coming from your left side. As a result, my dodge to the right covered both."

Tiki's advice was genuine, but she also knew Alice well enough to know that she would just get pissed instead of recognizing the veteran's advice as sound. Though to be fair, Tiki was trying to provoke Alice with how she spoke since she knew that the elitist's temper often worked against her. On that note, Alice would be even more incensed by the hold that the greenette would have her in by the time she was done with her lecture. Tiki will have taken Alice's ankle in both hands and begun twisting it as she pulled the leg in one direction while having trapped Alice's other leg between her own legs and started to stretch it out in the opposite direction. The proper name for the hold was and Ankle Lock Banana Split, Tiki just called it Dragon Splitter.

Dragon Splitter

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"A-ah, come on!" Alice stammered, her voice betraying a hint of panic as Tiki continued to twist and stretch her legs in the Dragon Domination. The compromising position and the skin-on-skin contact made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "This isn't...this isn't wrestling! Don’t look at me!" screamed by Alice to the crowd. Desperation etched across her face as Alice attempted to close her own legs, trying to reduce the awkward spread forced upon her. Each attempt was met with resistance from Tiki's expert hold, the veteran maintaining control with a knowing grin that only fueled Alice's embarrassment.

"I-I don't do this kind of... kind of thing. It's not what I signed up for! How many times do I have to tell each opponent this!?" The strain in her voice was as much from the discomfort of the hold as it was from the awkwardness of the situation. She alternated between futile attempts to grab Tiki for support and reaching desperately for the ropes, which seemed tantalizingly out of reach.

With each failed attempt to escape, Alice's frustration grew, and her face turned a deeper shade of red. "I-I'm not going down like this, I’m not going to lose to some 50-year-old wrestler who never left the past of “entertainment” wrestling" she muttered under her breath. The crowd could sense the tension, unsure of whether Alice would manage to escape the compromising hold or if Tiki would continue to dominate the match. The ring felt like a trap, and Alice was determined to find a way out. She saw the fabric that was wrapped around Tiki’s hips with a long piece of it within reach. She would attempt to grab it to use as leverage in hopes of escaping!

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"You know Alice," said Tiki. "The more you tell the people who are trying to beat you how much you hate having a certain type of move used against you, the more those people are going to do it." As if to illustrate her point, Tiki twisted her body, pulling her legs in one direction while pulling her arms in the other direction, forcing that extra bit of stretch into Alice's crotch.

"Again, I ask you for the umpteenth time," said Tiki. "If you so despise combat sports that have show and entertainment aspects, why fight at LAW of all the promotions in the world? It's genuinely beyond my ability to comprehend." At that point, the veteran felt a tug on her hips. She looked down to notice Alice's hand gripped around her outfit's crotch cover, using it to pull Tiki forward and herself up.

"By God, all that talk about decency yet your first attempt at escape is to pull at the part of my outfit dedicated to protecting the decency of my private areas," Tiki spat. "At this point I'm almost convinced that you intentionally contrast your words and actions as much as humanly possible for the sake of some sort of self-serving rage humor."

Tiki would free her attire by taking one arm from her Dragon Domination to grab Alice's wrist and twist it until she was forced to let go of the cloth. Then the veteran would release her submission hold entirely and stand up so that she could use her grip on Alice's wrist to flip the servant onto her stomach. Tiki would then sit down on Alice's back and lock her into a Reverse Armbar.

Reverse Armbar

"Don't think this hold is quite complete yet, however," Tiki said as she slid her leg back to position Alice's throat over the crook of her knee before pulling her foot up and flexing her leg, squeezing the pinkette's throat. Then Tiki would sit back, tightening the squeeze of her thigh and calf even further while also planting the veteran's butt right onto the side of Alice's face. "And now purely because I know how much you'll hate it..." Tiki said as she took her other foot and started rubbing Alice's armpit with her toes, before pressing down onto Alice's breast with the ball of her foot and groping the flesh with her toes. After a bit of that, Tiki would go back to the pinkette's pit for a bit before going back to the breast to continue her little cycle. All while continuing to bend Alice's elbow backwards with the Reverse Armbar and squeeze her throat into suffocation with her leg.

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Amidst the relentless assault, Alice's voice, though strained, managed to pierce through the discomfort. "This... this isn't wrestling," she gasped, the words escaping between labored breaths. The taunting touch on her breast and the intrusion into her personal space only fueled her embarrassment.

"I won't... I won't be reduced to this," she muttered, a mix of determination and frustration in her voice. Each cycle of Tiki's unconventional moves tested her resolve, but Alice refused to let go of her principles. “You talk about me pulling you clothes.. It’s strategy! First you spread my legs wide open and now you’re doing dirty tricks like this. I don’t want to hear it! I fight at LAW for a brighter future! It’s people like you, dressed up like this, and doing dirty tactics like this. Why don’t you just do softcore porn!?”

As Tiki's foot pressed against her breast again, Alice winced, a flush of embarrassment evident on her face. "I'll endure this... I'll prove that true wrestling doesn't need these... these antics." Her words wavered, but the defiance in her eyes remained. Yet, as the humiliating touches persisted, Alice's voice carried a growing tone of embarrassment. "I-I won't let you break me," she stammered, the weight of the situation becoming more apparent. The crowd's reaction was a mix of shock and uncertainty, unsure of how much more Alice could endure.

The spirit of wrestling she clung to was being tested in ways she hadn't anticipated, and the question lingered in the air: how much more could Alice endure before her resilience reached its breaking point? Alice would try to get on her knees, trying to buckle Tiki off of her. If things went according to plan, she would try to slip away once she found an opening while using Tiki's thigh strap as leverage and if successful, would try to lock a full nelson!

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"Oh, so pulling on my clothes as leverage to escape is strategy," Tiki said. "Well the very same applies to what I'm doing." Not that it was needed, but the veteran dug her foot a little deeper into Alice's breast to illustrate her point. "It is an observable fact that you possess a weakness to erotic attacks on both a physical and mental level. And exploiting an opponent's weaknesses is the most basic strategy in existence."

It was around this point that Alice started pulling her legs in, trying to use her knees to buck and trash around so that she could force Tiki off of her back. With her size and strength advantage, the veteran was able to stay on top of the servant, though Alice was able to somewhat challenge Tiki's balance and control, so the greenette sought to shift her attack.

Alice's escape attempt had lifted her hips high up into the air, so they naturally became a target for Tiki to attack. She let go of Alice's arm and neck as she shifted her body to wrap her arms around the Lightweight's waist. Tiki would then stand up, lifting Alice up along with her in an upside down position set up for a Piledriver.

Tiki had her thighs on either side of Alice's head, ready to slam the elitist girl into the mat. But Tiki didn't go for it yet. Keeping Alice in place with one arm, the veteran slid her arm up behind the servant's leg, pushing it down while Tiki dug her thumb underneath the crotch of Alice's leotard. She's work her thumb inside until she had enough space to get a good grip with the rest of her hand. Once Tiki had that, then she would bring her other hand up and do the same thing.

From there, Tiki only had one course of action. She began to bounce Alice up and down by the thin crotch of her leotard. Being held upside down, the pinkette's breasts would begin bouncing around wildly. "Watch your chest," said Tiki. "Or else gravity may very well make it bounce right out for the world too see!" Whenever Tiki's hands started to feel tired, she'd finally go for the Piledriver. Leaping up as she bounced Alice up, the veteran would slam her down into the mat once she came back down.