M. Card Opener! Fatima Hajizadeh vs Elizabeth Ganevil Grunmada — Divine Duel

[Monsy]

The start of the main card show is WELCOMED by the Princess of Malta on her home turf, facing off against a Goddess of Love! Wrestling is where anything can happen and these two superstars have JUST the recipe: STANDARD (PINFALL/SUBMISSION), HENTAI (ORGASM) and ACCEPTED SUBMISSION!

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The dictator of the Maltese area, Princess Elizabeth’s father, would be sitting on top of the stadium, looking down at the people. By request, moreso by demand, from the Maltese dictator, the announcer would let everyone in the building know to clap for their dictator and cheer on “the hometown princess”.

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Princess Elizabeth Ganevil Grunmada

Announcer:“Making her way to the ring. From the Kingdom of Malta. The princess herself. The hometown hero. Princess Elizabeth Ganevil Grunmada!”

Princess Elizabeth couldn’t believe it. She was fighting in her own native country and her people were cheering for her. In reality, the fans were forced to cheer her on in fear of being executed by the dictator sitting above the fans. She would climb up the steel steps as the LAW referee had to push the ropes down for her so she could get in. She then did a little curtsy to a mild and groaning pop. Princess Elizabeth then waved to her daddy sitting above the stadium and would wait for her opponent to get into the ring.

[Mini_B]

Fatima stood in the locker room, slipping into her classic ring gear—the perfect mix of fierce and goddess. She adjusted her clothes and jewelry, smirked at her reflection, and brushed a strand of hair back of her face. “Been a minute since I stepped in the ring… time to remind them what a real goddess can do” she said softly to herself. Blowing a kiss to the mirror, before leaving the locker room to head backstage of the crowed arena.

Spoiler

The arena lights dimmed as soft pink and gold spotlights shone and shine the entrance. Fatima appeared at the top of the ramp, radiant and commanding, her presence impossible to ignore. The announcer’s voice echoed through the arena. “Now making her way to the ring, the Goddess of Love herself… Fatima Hajizadeh!” She officially reveal herself, but was met with less applause then she anticipated, guess that’s what happen when your opponent dad is dictator. But Fatima would ignore it, and instead focus on the fans who were excited to she her.

She paused, glanced up at the dictator watching from his lofty perch, and smirked. “Keep watching, sweetheart. This goddess doesn’t do second place,” she teased. Slowly walking down the ramp with a confident sway, she climbed the steel steps with ease, barely needing the referee’s help. Stepping through the ropes into the ring. Her eyes locked on Princess Elizabeth.“Good luck sweetheart, no matter what happens, we’re gotta have plenty of fun~” Fatima says with a smile and wink before the bell rings and her LAW 4 match is officially starting.

RING!!

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Princess Elizabeth would immediately run to the corner of Fatima to squash her in her corner. She would then try to use her weight to smother Fatima in the corner. If that were to work, the crowd would unenthusiastically cheer Princess Elizabeth on as they half-assed a chant in support for the Maltese Princess.

“You’re in my home country now, peasant. These people are all behind me and you can’t do anything about it. So how about we let the pageantry end and you start kissing my feet and grovel under me for I am the awesome and beautiful Princess Elizabeth Ganevil Grunmada!”

Princess Elizabeth would let Fatima out of the corner to then start throwing jabs to the face of Fatima. She gave a couple before trying to hit Fatima with her butt with a hip attack.

[Mini_B]

Fatima barely had time to react as Princess Elizabeth slammed into her, crushing her against the corner. The crowd gave a half-hearted cheer, clearly more afraid than excited. The princess leaned in, using her weight to smother Fatima, making it hard to breathe. Fatima grimaced, trying to shift her shoulders, her hands pressed against Elizabeth’s sides. “Ugh—okay, rude,” she muttered, eyes narrowing as she looked for an opening.

As Elizabeth backed up and started throwing jabs, Fatima raised her arms, blocking the first and second, but the third grazed her cheek. She winced, surprised by the sudden aggression, her body tensing. “Alright—okay, this peasant has to teach you some manners”

When Elizabeth turned for the hip attack, Fatima’s eyes widened slightly. “Nope!” she gasped, slipping to the side just in time. The princess’s hip slammed into the turnbuckle instead, leaving her off balance. Fatima, still catching her breath, narrowed her eyes with a grin.

Without wasting a second, Fatima would attempt to slid behind the dazed princess, wrap her arms around her neck and pull her down to the mat in a modified rear naked choke, hooking her legs around Elizabeth’s waist. “Let’s see how royalty handles pressure,” she breathed, squeezing tight.

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Princess Elizabeth would think she was in control but that was a fleeting thought as she would bump her ass on the middle turnbuckle. She yelped and rubbed her ass. That was when she was taken down with a modified rear naked chokehold. Fatima’s legs wrapped around her body as the princess yelled.

“Hey! Get your peasantry hands off of me! Let go of your princess this instant! This is not part of the script my father had the LAW executives give to everyone here! You’re going off script!”

The fans would timidly started cheering for Fatima. However, with the dictator looking down upon them forced the Maltese crowd to start booing Fatima. Meanwhile, Princess Elizabeth would try to roll towards the outside, with her weight giving her a very large advantage. She tried rolling left towards the outside. If she were successful, they would fall on the outside of the ring.

[Mini_B]

Fatima’s expression was calm, eyes half-lidded and lips curled into a playful smirk. She leaned in close, her breath brushing the princess’s cheek as she tightened the hold. “Aww, what’s wrong, your majesty? Thought this was your fairy tale? Hate to break it to you, but I don’t do scripts… I rewrite them.”

The crowd’s timid cheers for Fatima started to grow, but the dictator’s glare quickly silenced them, turning it into an awkward chorus of forced boos. Fatima didn’t care. She shifted slightly, adjusting her grip, grinding just a little deeper into the hold, letting her dominance soak into the moment. Elizabeth tried to roll, her body weight giving her leverage. Fatima clenched tighter, riding the motion, refusing to let go as they tilted and tumbled under the ropes—until they both hit the floor outside with a heavy thud.

The second they landed, Fatima still had her legs locked in, her arm around the princess’s throat, using her weight to stay on top. She leaned in again, whispering just loud enough to be cruel. “Your royal highness is getting all red in the face… isn’t it adorable?” She gave the hold one final squeeze, dragging Elizabeth’s pride just a little further through the dirt.

Then, with a smooth motion, she released the hold, letting the princess collapse to the ringside floor like discarded velvet.Allowing herself watch the so-called princess hit the ground.

Fatima sat back on her knees, brushing her hair out of her face, then reached down and grabbed a handful of Elizabeth’s black hair, yanking her back up with a slow, deliberate pull. A smile broke her face as she excitedly think about what to do next.

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Princess Elizabeth managed to get out of the ring but not out of the rear naked chokehold. She winced when her body hit the floor along with Fatima but she still couldn’t get out of the hold. That was when Princess Elizabeth’s face started turning red and her actually beginning to fade. But Fatima was seeming to give Princess Elizabeth mercy as she was released from the hold. That made the princess start gasping for air as she stared daggers at Fatima.

“You terrible peasant! How dare you choke out your princess! You could’ve killed me! Now you’re gonna get it. My daddy up there is gonna have you executed!”

Princess Elizabeth kept on yapping threats as the crowd continued to groan from listening to her. They just wanted Fatima to shut her up but couldn’t say anything due to the dictator on the high chair. So they begrudgingly started to clap for Princess Elizabeth.

[Mini_B]

Fatima remained crouched beside the fallen princess, watching her gasp and flail on the floor like a fish out of royal water. Her chest rose and fell fast, her face flushed from the choke. Fatima just tilted her head, amusement dancing in her eyes as Elizabeth ranted, spitting threats like they held any weight.

“Oh no,” Fatima said with a mocking pout, “executed? Guess I better make this next part worth it.”

Before Elizabeth could sit up, Fatima grabbed her by the ankle and flipped her onto her stomach with a quick jerk. In one swift, fluid motion, she stepped over and sat back, locking in a deep single-leg Boston crab. Fatima leaned back, increasing the intensity of the move while her free hand wondered playfully down the princess’s thigh. Her fingers teased just at the edge of the soft fabric that clung to Elizabeth’s royal frame, not enough to cross any lines—yet—just enough to make the princess panic. Fatima smirked, voice low and teasing. Then Fatima would begin slowly rubbing, playfully making circles around the fabric that covers the princess’s greasiest treasure.

“Gotta say, Lizzy… for a princess, you’ve got awfully cheap taste in fabric. Wonder what would happen if it slipped a little.”

The crowd murmured, some struggling not to laugh, others daring to clap behind the dictator’s back. The tension built, the boos forced, the praise silenced—but Fatima didn’t need their approval. All she wanted now was to make Elizabeth squirm a little longer.

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Princess Elizabeth was in some deep shit now as her hair got pulled so that Fatima could grab her by the ankle and flipped her over. She then started to scream like a banshee once Fatima locked in a single leg Boston Crab on her. She only screamed more when she felt the slightest touch of Fatima’s peasant hands on her crotch. She then started to yell at Fatima while on her elbows to try and get out of the submission hold, or at least hold off the pain.

“Hey! How dare you use your filthy commoner hands to touch the princess’ family jewels? That is only reserved for my girlfriend and rightful heir Queen Kennedy. She’s gonna break your bones if I don’t break them first! Release me at once you goddamn lewd peasant!”

Princess Elizabeth tried to wiggle out of the Boston Crab as she tried applying her body weight to it. However, the crowd and everyone could see that with her doing that, she was spending a lot of energy and if she were to get out, she would be too exhausted to take advantage of her freedom and possibly be locked up again.