You Could Be Mine (Starring Renee Cooper and Suzuya Jukodo)

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Victory Conditions: Forcing an orgasm, pinning the opponent, and saying the words "Klaatu, Barada, Nikto". In that order, and without interruption; if the opponent kicks out before the words are said, the process must be repeated.
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Starring Renee Cooper as Xisara

(Xisara is pronounced "gee-sah-ruh".)

Emilia was eager to get to this. The concept of matches framed as short, improvised films and scenes with generalized scripts was getting traction in LAW. And it was with great pride that the owners of Morasanu Productions could say that they were the ones to kick it off with "Even In Death". Other projects were being made not too long after: "Red Castle 3", "The Spy Who Loved Me", "War With The Whorelord"...After learning that Hardwood Productions had connections to the porn industry, Alix mentioned having a mind to start up her own studio to follow this developing trend.

The search for talent was going to get hot soon; Emilia could feel it. Valentina Song and Prayuth Sakda in particular have done a lot to get the people watching. The Morasanu sisters were looking to get a hold of the latter so their product could enjoy the star power his name grants as well. His Muay Thai background begged for a picture with Phoebe.

There were other names on the board as well: Eveline was talking to Dizzy about making an appearance, and Emilia had a mind to reach out to Starboy. And some had come along for auditions. One of these talents -- and the woman that she would be working with tonight -- was Suzuya Jukodo, who did pretty well for her first shot at acting. It wasn't too much of a surprise, however: Pro wrestling -- scripted and combat variants, both -- had always gone hand-in-hand with acting. That deeply ingrained, almost inherent aspect was one of the biggest draws to Emilia.

Suzuya was a pleasure to converse with. Cheery. Flirty, but respectful. Eager. She was the sort of person who could keep a set's energy up through a long day. A most invaluable quality. Emilia was able to glean that she wouldn't be up for one of the darker projects she'd written -- projects that would allow her to indulge her more...unconventional passions -- but that wasn't an issue. A look at her records suggested that the two may work well on screen.

That is to say, that she and Renee Cooper may work well on screen. As far as the other woman knew, Emilia Morasanu was simply one of the co-owners of the production. Someone who was in with The Coterie -- a friend to the bunch -- but wasn't in the wrestling world proper. A fan of the sport who was working especially closely with them to bring something new to the world of cinema. So often we've seen wrestlers going off to Hollywood. What if Hollywood came to the wrestlers?

Cue the introduction of Renee Cooper. Chemist. Though she prefers the term "witch", to speak generally. A practitioner of supernatural arts, some of a darker sort that was responsible for her conversion to vampirism. Session wrestler. Aspiring actress. It was a funny kick to the younger Romanian, role playing as a role player.

Renee was intended to be a sort of Daeva Asphodel-lite. One of the more sociable minds present in Sybil's Collective, but closer to normalcy. A personality that was one of the closest to her own, with a few touches applied here and there to make her her own person.

Renee was introduced as another wrestler who presented a passing audition. And to that effect, she'd actually shot one of her own, with Eveline overseeing it.

Talks with Suzuya continued to progress smoothly under that identity, with her being unaware that she was booked to work with the very woman who hired her on. It's amazing how much a bit of

(This is Renee's voice. In comparison, this is what Emilia sounds like speaking normally:)

and some makeup can do. And hair dye; she experimented with different colors, liking how she looked as the blonde she first appeared as. But today, she would wear her natural black coloring, feeling that it was a better fit for the character Renee would be playing today.

It was a simple script, with more left up to improvisation than what's been seen this far. Less pressure on the first time actresses, Emilia would say for the two. But it made more room for creativity. Depending on how deep Suzuya's own creative juices ran, this could be either a masterpiece or a disaster. But it was a risk that she was ready to take. Their personalities gelled well enough. They had common ground in their liking for fantasy. And like her, Renee was more of a mat-based wrestler.

There was something special about doing business that way; forsaking strikes -- with perhaps the occasional exception of a good spanking, or something of that ilk as an exception -- and properly locking horns with one's opponent. Suzuya, it seemed, liked to crush hers into submission. Renee had been trained to win the day with superior technique. A classic contrast that's always provided an exciting spectacle, given the right players.

It would begin on a spacious living room floor. Wrestling mat laid out, a symbol drawn in the middle, candles lighting the darkness. An incantation would summon Xisara, a succubus. Renee would enter the circle, assuming a

for a good establishing shot, rising with a slow, theatrical pace, as though she were emerging from it. A couple stagehands would take their cue to remove her wings, which were meant to disappear into her back, as easily as Wolverine's claws into his wrist. Editors would make the necessary cuts and add in some special effects in post.

Xisara would take notice of Vanna Hellsing for but a second or two before her red eyes scanned the room. Failing to find what she was searching for, they returned to her. She put her hands on her hips, eyebrow raised. Clearly, she wasn't the sight the demoness was expecting on her arrival to Earth.

"Okay. No old farts, scrawny teenagers, or groups of college kids." A quick nod would show satisfaction with that development. "So far, so good. But you don't have the look or feel of a hunter or a mage, so let me guess: Cheating boyfriend you want me to kill?"

[Winter]

Suzuya Jukodo always knew she had that movie star stuff.

Actually, she would have never made it as an actual movie star - she didn't have the patience to learn lines, she would have turned the movie set into as much of a sex factory as a typical college dorm being around so many hotties, and her body did not exactly match the mold of a Japanese starlet. In all honesty, she had only considered a career on the non-wrestling screen seriously twice in her life. Before she found the job at the gas station, she had considered porn. Once she got sick of that job, she had considered porn again. She had ultimately never taken the plunge. For one, she never felt motivated enough to try it, and for two, enough smart people told her about the dangers with some of those lesser production companies. Suzuya hadn't exactly known how to find an "in" to the Nintendo or Toyota of Japanese porn producers.

...But for a company like LAW? LAW porned out everyone and their mother, literally, but no one would call them unprofessional or even dangerous. Suzuya had a chance to act up a storm without the risk of getting trafficked or having her face fucked all crazy-like. ….Ehhh, she could get into the latter. But she wouldn't have to pretend to be miserable and helpless while truly being miserable and helpless while it happened.

Those more serious thoughts, though, paddled in too-deep waters for the greenette who eagerly bounced back and forth on her feet while she watched the crew putting the finishing touches on the set. When she had stuck with that job at the gas station, before she had found wrestling and gotten fit, she had kicked up her legs many a day when none of her bosses could bother her and absorbed an... ungodly amount of movies on her phone. When she had gotten bored of Japanese movies, she had turned to Western movies, and she had seen so many - so many - that she had nearly perfected her English watching them. And while Suzuya would admit that she didn't do so great with all the book-y learning stuff, she possessed an equally ungodly amount of pop culture knowledge and had seen a gazillion different performances.

Plus, she had a lack of inhibitions, like an actress needed. She already played up her own personality in the ring - how hard could it be to become the kind of porn-y, overdramatized version of someone else?

Not that hard! They had liked her acting. One thing led to another, and Suzuya had her first role.

She tried to reel in her giddiness - something she hadn't bothered to do much in her life - so she could do the actual acting bit. Of course, they didn't need Japan Academy-level acting here, so she didn't feel much pressure... not that Suzuya ever felt any pressure. If she played her part, titillated the viewers, and remembered the gist of her lines and the rough plan for the match, she would nail it.

Eventually, the stagehands began to disperse, leaving her to step up onto the mats. The greenette had to stop and gleam for a moment, winking at one of the cameras, but she soon grabbed the vaguely-arcane-looking prop book and strolled into place within the summoning circle. She did not look all that out of place in the “living room.” After all, Vanna Hellsing - yes, the not copyright-infringing descendant of that one guy - happened to be a relatively normal young woman in addition to being an inexperienced demon huntress trying to summon and defeat her first demon to impress her family, and the relatively casual attire she wore made that all the clearer.

Suzuya dropped to her knees, held the book high, and as the cameras began rolling, uttered utter gobbledygook in English to “finish” the “summoning.” It took only a few seconds for the subject to arrive, and Suzuya popped to her feet, feigning shock and awe convincingly enough as the stagehands and her “opponent” appeared where she had crouched.

…Her extremely hot opponent. Honto, in that getup she could have fucked whatever part of Suzuya she…

Right, right. Actress. Suzuya continued to look awed and wary - though she had no doubt the brief ogling only added to the scene - but she stood tall as the “demon” questioned her. “I...”, she hesitated, before she swallowed and balled up her fists like a good, determined anime protagonist.

Finally, she pointed at the demon. “No! I brought you here to tell you that you've killed your last boyfriend. In the name of the Hellsing family, I brought you here to put a demon like you away for good!” She gestured with the book again - which did nothing but they would fix it in postproduction - as if she meant to cast a spell of binding.

…Which, naturally, would not work. A disappointed-looking "Vanna" glanced at the book, then at the succubus again.

“...Why... why didn't that work!?"

Suzuya

Wearing

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Xisara spotted those appreciative eyes through her periphery and put her body in tune with her head as she looked around. To offer a little more to look at, with better angles. When her own gaze was fixed on Vanna in turn, her awareness -- and piqued interest -- would be communicated with the slyest upturn at the corner of her mouth. How often do you hear about succubi being called to...ply their trade with female clients?

It fell with that expression of noble intent, concurrent with the rolling of her eyes into her skull. "Okay. Trying to avenge a boyfriend who cheated with you?" Hey, she should use that idea for a future project.

It would have been Xisara's next guess. But before she could put that forward, her summoner made a most interesting revelation. Her eyes sparkled with recognition of the Hellsing name, then they went wide with the realization that this might be her last trip not only to the human world, but to anywhere, period.

Her entire body went tense, and her face wore a veil of strain as the magical binding tightened. The spell made short work of her resistance, bringing her legs together tight. Her arms? Not so much. Her struggle placed them at the front of her body, in the perfect position to squeeze her sizable breasts together. To the point where her skimpy leotard was fighting to contain them. Not helping its fight was all the wriggling she did, almost as though she were trying to find her way out of some rope.

It was a touch Emilia added for her benefit; using what the goth considered her best assets to plant a seed that ought to inspire a more...impassioned performance when the time comes. They came closer and closer and closer with each passing second. Would the next move be the one to make the girls pop free?

No. Not yet, Ms. Jukodo.

But just as it seemed that the answer might be a yes, Xisara relaxed, laughing the tension out of her body as she resumed a regular posture, watching what was to be the bindings dissipating into thin air with a breath of relief. "Abigail, you doll!" A confident smirk emerged to take the place of the fear that had been written on her face seconds ago. She had a ready answer to the question this development raised. "Abigail Hellsing. Your family must still be keeping that story under wraps, even in this supposedly 'enlightened' age." Xisara made a quotation gesture to go along with the word "enlightened". Yeah, "enlightened", her sweet ass, her expression would say. "Still embarrassed after over four hundred years. But I guess you can't really blame your elders for keeping the truth from you. Your powers -- they still pass down only to the women, don't they?"

And now she was planting a seed in character. Kept her tone casual, with an emphasis on familiarity that suggested knowledge Vanna lacked, even when Xisara was asking a question.

"And you were all doing so well, proving to such a rigidly unbelieving society that womankind too was capable of protecting the world from those who threaten it." A careful choice of words: No mention of beating back vampires, werewolves, and others of the ilk categorized as the cursed and damned. "And then she goes and mucks it all up. Oh, did she muck it up!" She laughed at the memory that Renee was formulating, adding a little extra hip sway to a leisurely walk over to the couch behind Vanna, patting the space reserved for her at the end of it after she sat down. A brief show would be made of her crossing her legs. Meant to make her want more, from how soon it came to an end.

"Interested in a little story time? You can even bring your book." There was a look in Xisara's eye. A vibe that could be described as that of a predator at rest. She was composed. Relaxed. But she could pounce at any second, and look out when she does! "I don't bite. Not that hard, anyway."

[Winter]

Kuso, Suzuya wished they had added that routine to her own role.

Renee’s getting to squirm and shake and writhe and shimmy in that outfit, even if the implied bondage remained implied, filled Suzuya with no small amount of jealousy. Of course, getting to ogle Renee while she pretended that lovely bands of light wrapped all around her soothed that jealousy, but still, Suzuya felt entirely overdressed with nothing but her arms, feet, and the outline of her hardening nipples to show off to the cameras so early in the production. At least her ass must have looked nice.

Even with her thoughts falling so far afield, Suzuya bided her time standing and gaping in confusion and worry and awe until the delicious show ended, and only then did she have to summon more reactions and lines from her head. Fear and apprehension did not come easily to Suzuya. She feared little to nothing. She didn’t even fear clowns. She had also built her entire in-ring personality around her own personality, albeit turned up to eleven - that meant she looked to every match, encounter, threat, and predicament with the same spunk and optimism. It took a bit of extra acting to present real fear in the face of her “spell” failing, but she took the act there, all apprehensively sagging jaw and worry twinkling in her pretty brown eyes. Having cute features and a soft voice helped… as did no worries about looking stupid. People who worried about looking stupid she considered stupid, honestly.

Oooh, okay, that had arrived at a great part. Renee had told her about this plan for a whole backstory, and while Suzuya had never proven a good student and had only picked up on about half of it, she had picked up on enough to remember the key plotlines and knew she could run with it. The fear slowly developed into confusion and some small amount of frustration as the “succubus’” tirade continued. It all built into a dramatic exclamation.

“No! You… shut up! You don’t know anything about our family or about… Abigail. She died fighting your type!” She held up the book as if it continued to defend her, trying to strike a balance between defiant and apprehensive. The demon’s offer only made that easier, and her taking a seat left Suzuya on the precipice of jumping in her lap. Instead, she took ginger steps toward her, looking like she wanted to swing the book at her head.

“It’s… all going to be lies,” she declared, but she pointedly avoided any indication that she would not listen, anyway, and continued to creep closer.

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Ah, yes! Yes! Those were good reactions. Maybe a little bit extra, but even "a lot of bit extra" can be true to life. Renee herself would interpret this as Vanna having only just enough faith that the spell would work to try it, with lingering doubts as it did its job, then that feeling of "hey, this can actually work!" Just before her demon slaying dreams are crushed.

And she didn't miss those headlights when she walked past her. Somebody's not wearing a bra. Well, neither was she. A thought that made Renee start to wonder: Was she going commando too? She pushed that back; not the time.

"You call me a liar, and say I know nothing. But if you actually believed that, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we? No, you'd be looking for the nearest sharp object you can find to plunge into my heart." The talk of sticking a blade into her chest would coincide with her sweeping her shiny black locks behind her shoulders, then floating a few fingers over it, coming to an intentional stop just above her cleavage to catch Vanna's eye. "After throwing that at my head, perhaps?" Well, that book certainly wouldn't tickle. "It looks thick enough to crack a horn, I guess. But it may have more use to you than that, and I may be able to help you find it. After all, there's no real reason why we have to be enemies. There were many in your family who believed that -- maybe there still are?" Xisara paused here. It was a good place to get a shot of Vanna's expression. That would give her the answer she sought, better than any words she might offer. "Abigail was the first."

The succubus would raise a hand in a defensive gesture; a silent telling that using the woman's name here wasn't an attempt to draw her ire. She knew she had the woman hooked, but caution was still required.

"Was sind Dämonen anderes als der Mensch und seine Nachkommen, die von einem grausamen, eifersüchtigen und ungerechten Gott in die feurigen Tiefen hinabgestoßen wurden?" The German was a reference, a tip of the hat to Abraham Van Helsing's familiarity with the language. Emilia herself was of German descendent, on her mother's side. Never met the woman, nor her family: She died giving birth to her, and when her family learned that Eveline's mother passed in the same manner, they washed their hands of their father, claiming that he was cursed.

Emilia had always blamed them for him coming to believe that himself. If it wasn't for Elina -- a Romanian-born German who connected to her German roots -- she probably wouldn't have bothered with it. As for where Renee would've picked it up...She'll let that remain a mystery. Every girl needs theirs. Vampire girls, even more so.

"What are demons but man and his descendants, cast down to the fiery depths by a cruel, jealous, and unjust God?" Although Xisara would maintain her composure, there would be no missing the acrimony sizzling off those critical words about the man upstairs in both languages. "A God who sees you fit for a life as nothing more than a servant and incubator. Who would condemn you even if you were the most noble soul to ever live, if you were to simply act upon your desires, no matter how loving." Renee had a lot more that she could've said here, please believe it. But that would've run the risk of making this thing preachy. Not good for business. These two points were the only ones needed anyway, the most potent seeds Xisara could choose to plant.

"And if you're thinking about lying, remember what I am. One of my superpowers is literally to tell, in an instant, which sets of uglies you wanna bump up against. So I know you're one-hundred and ten percent lesbian. Which is great, because you're pretty cute. And you ought to stop trying to force the straight thing. It never works -- just a quick word of advice, but anyway: Abigail. That right there is what opened her mind to the possibility that things weren't exactly what she was taught. There was the expectation that one day, she would settle down with a good man and raise the next generation of Hellsings.

And she did want that. Just not with a man. Your family was sympathetic to that. But the world they fought for in her time...not so much. Certain concessions had to be made, so they wouldn't be deemed agents of the Devil and cast out."

Xisara stopped there, looking as though she'd realized something. "The Hellsings that are with you now: They abide by the rules of the old world, don't they?" Her expression softened, turning sympathetic. "That's why you haven't been true to yourself, isn't it?"

[Winter]

"Don't... tempt me!"

Yep, Suzuya planned to work in as many of those double entendres as possible since she already had a knack for them. She again thanked her laziness back at the gas station for her obsessed absorption of clever and witty lines. Despite the play on words, she did look around the room as if she sought some sort of weapon she could use to jab the demoness in whatever body part most easily allowed for the death of a demoness - probably the ass given the nature of this short production - but she obviously found nothing.

Her body language made it clear that the evildoer's words continued to work at her uncertainty, however. The tension in her shoulders lessened to slump like a girl defeated by indecision - Suzuya knew all about that life - and she returned to clinging to the book rather than lifting it as a potential weapon. The line about Abigail convinced Suzuya to drop her arms entirely, the act of a young, inexperienced "huntress" clearly overcome by curiosity rather than staying smart and keeping all her defenses raised for when everything eventually turned sour. Yeah, she was nailing this role.

She kept that stance during all the German, all the calling into question the nature of huntresses and God himself and everything else... until she deemed it an appropriate time when she had heard "enough." "Fuck... that! Fuck all of this! You think I don't know what your kind does!? Even a silly little girl with a cosmetology degree knows what a succubus does, and you're not going to fool me!" The book became a potential weapon again... and oh, dō demo ii ya, she picked up the lamp too just to look cooler.

They dropped again at the whole "you're a lesbian" angle, and Suzuya even dropped the lamp on the floor, though gingerly enough that it didn't break. Hit her in the side of the foot, though - ow. She didn't wince, only stared at the demoness with her best dumbfounded pout, clearly marking this as one of the few lines that could get through to Vanna Hellsing and make her "seen" or whatever. Suzuya didn't need to get into the whole psychiatry of it to know that if she had pretended for years to want to sex up a bunch of guys while stifling her greater needs, she would have wanted someone to tempt her with the alternative, too.

"You... shut up. You don't know anything about..." She stopped because clearly the previous lines revealed that she did. She had crept so close now that she almost straddled the demoness' crossed legs, and she jabbed a finger into her face, an inch from her nose. "How do you know any of this!? Why!? Who told you!?"

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"You think I don't know what your kind does?"

Renee had another response in mind for that. Something she believed would offer an interesting take on succubi. Maybe she'd explore it a little here, or in another production. Let's see how it works out.

She took note of that extra bit of adhesion to the part: That was a heavy looking lamp. She herself probably would've had to play that off. Overall, so far, so good. Suzuya hadn't mentioned making any home movies (Emilia and Eveline had made several of them together growing up), partaking in theatre in school or anything of the sort. She's just proving herself to be a natural.

It reminded Emilia of another fan-turned-professional. He'd expressed interest in being in one of her movies; maybe she'd put something together for them.

Back to the now. Xisara remained composed as Vanna got in her face, demanding answers. There was a lot more background to offer, but in this moment here, she only needed a few words. "Abigail. Loneliness is a terrible creature." Her expression not only maintained that sympathetic bent, but deepened. "It can take you to some strange places. Like the inside of the very book you used to summon me, as she did."

Renee had the thought to give the space beside her another pat, but...no. Let Vanna chew on that. Give it time to digest. Put that ball in her court.