A Flowery Rival (Black Severin vs Elle Alresford)

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Bedroom Match. Standard rules, but with Hentai allowed.
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or KO
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Okay! This was happening, finally! Sort of. Standard rules, but Hentai was allowed, so it was close enough for the man who was currently passing the time doing stretches on the floor, just in front of the extra spacious bed that awaited him and his opponent. He'd plopped in to get a feel for it himself after he arrived. Silk sheets and big, fluffy pillows; he had to! It was a way of confirming this was real.

Black Severin's General Appearance

This is three weeks that he's had to do that, now. But it was three of the craziest weeks he's had in this twenty-one years on this earth. Every one is another surprise, putting him in position to do things he believed he never would and start living like he'd only dreamed of. Like tonight, where he's going to meet up with a beautiful, powerful woman in a lavish hotel room and wrestle with her in what was surely one of the most comfortable beds out there.

Black Severin hadn't had the pleasure of meeting Elle Alresford. Never knew who she was until management had informed him of their match. There wasn't much to see of her in LAW, either; she doesn't seem to have been around for much longer than he was. What he did see, well...

The submissive in him was eager to meet her in that bed, and was saddened by the reality that he couldn't win this thing by letting himself be thrown around. Well, he could, but it wouldn't be getting him to a belt. Not a belt he'd want, anyway.

His rational mind noted her strength and submission ability. She wasn't that fast, though, so he could work from that angle. He wasn't sure just how strong she was, but he was confident in his own strength.

There wasn't much more that passed for strategy in the masked man's mind. Wrestling in a ring was one thing. Wrestling in a bed was quite another. Either way, he was going into this untrained. But not inexperienced, if one counts some sexy nights a couple years back with a girlfriend who was looking into becoming a wrestler herself.

Thoughts of how far into Hell that relationship fell and the last words she said to him -- words that his opponent and possibly the fans themselves could end up saying to him depending on how things go -- were a large part of the reason why he was going through his yoga routine. In the arena, he had entrance music to feel. He could dance the thoughts away. In this room, he had to figure out something else.

The silk robe he'd been issued laid on the bed and the slippers right beside it, leaving him clad in little more than his mask and a tight-fitting pair of leather bondage shorts.

Spoiler

Elbow pads, some athletic tape at the wrists, and that was it. Severin had quite a time deciding on attire for tonight, having no real sight of what was proper for a contest like this. How sexy he should try to look, how wrestling-ready...This was his stab at both.

If only he could see the comments on the livestream. The cameras in the room provided a lot for the viewers at home to feast on as he bent and stretched at different angles. The referee stood off to the side, doing her damnedest to keep her eyes facing the door and look at least somewhat professional, hiding her reddened face from him as he switched to the middle splits.

It was pretty damn awkward at first, but after a while (Severin had made it a point to get here early) of this, he was able to focus and make some steady progress on emptying his mind and ridding it of the anxiety that was threatening to well up inside of him.

Take a deep breath...

[Leira]

If Elle Alresford remained in the deep end for her virgin tour of LAW, nothing could stop her from going to the absolute nth degree to make herself the biggest, sauciest deal in the entire league.

She had not come to LAW to end up in all sexy matches, but she wouldn't start complaining about this job, like, ever. She also didn't care beyond that little bug telling her she was being stereotyped. If people thought of her as the type to push and flaunt though, why should she think it any less than flattering? Elle liked to be flattered. People in charge looked at her, saw the flower motifs, saw the curves, and believed they had money made in a league like this one. She would have to be an ape to come to the league known for hot matches and flinch from those hot matches.

And she didn't see an ape in the mirror. Elle smiled to herself. Fetching, that was a good word for her current look. "So fetch," she said aloud to herself, trying to build that confidence.

If they wanted her in these matches, she would ace the look, and she would smite every ounce of good sense out of this Severin fellow at the same time to ensure she got her win. The flower girl had tracked down some of her best lingerie that wouldn't fall off after one tug, styled her hair, slapped on the right amount of makeup, and painted her nails to hit every mark. She might have also lotioned a bit much after her shower. It was hard to tell when to stop sometimes when it made her skin feel so soft.

She liked the resulting package, and she slid into a pin-up pose in the mirror for that last jolt of confidence before popping out of the dressing room somewhere between a strut and a skip, giving a passing official a reason to stare. Not wasting her energy on him, she zoomed to the bed-wrestling room and, having a ridiculous moment where she treated it like a real bedroom (let no one notice...), she knocked and pulled on the handle to enter.

Right, wait. Slow entry. Seductive. Elle eased at the door until it had just enough of a crack so she could slink in like a lover come for a night of fun. And the ref was the only person at an angle to see her. Shoot.

She pushed in the rest of the way, still failing to find Severin. She had already been told to hurry up because he was ready, so where had he gone?

Oh, there was his foot. Other side of the bed on the floor. Elle scurried over so she could hop up onto the bed and lean over the edge, only letting him see her face. She couldn't see much more than the top of his head and his legs stretched out, either. Flexible guy. Even she had a hard time doing that.

"Heeeelllloooo?"

no shoes, hair tied up and braided

[DSX93]

Severin stopped for a second. Was that a knock he just heard? After contemplating rising to his feet, he decided to stay where he was. He didn't hear anybody coming in or any other audible clues that someone else had entered the room anyway, and maybe she'd like the sight of him doing the splits, wearing as little as he is.

The splits worked for Jean Claude Van Damme. Fingers crossed.

Focus. Breathe. He was making his way into the zone now. It wouldn't last for long, as first a flowery scent that was a like an olfactory massage, followed by movement on the bed would catch his attention. He lifted his head and looked right up into a beautiful pair of green eyes. The kind of eyes that reach out, get a good, solid grasp of you, and pull you right in. Eyes that were dangerous in the wrong hands.

Uh, in the wrong head?

Semantics.

Luscious chestnut tresses that framed her lovely face perfectly. Makeup that was on point, the lipstick especially. Severin's eyes threatened to stick to them when Elle spoke, and then he pulled them about halfway up to her eyes and they got stuck in those instead. Easy like a snap of the fingers.

Her voice. There was a warmth to it that he was already starting to like, literally from the word "hello". It had a worldly feel to it. Like she wasn't so out there that she was untouchable.

"Hello." The word was spoken before he could think. While he was still stupefied by that mixture of a hypnotizing visage, sweet smell, and pleasant voice, which he could hear in his own. Real smooth.

Inside of him grew a sudden need to show off a little more, try to do a little enchanting of his own. Lacking words as always, Severin would instead go with a little peacocking: He pushed himself up into an elevated position on the floor, joining his split legs as he turned his body upside down. Using his hands, he walked over to a spot right beside her on the bed and leaned forward to fill it, stopping for just a second when his feet touched down on silk, completing a wheel pose that would put his gains in the gym right there for her to see. His momentum stopped, he'd utilize more of his core strength to gracefully pull himself the rest of the way into the bed, where he would take a seat on his knees and turn to face her so he could -- oh, Lord!

So he could take on the Herculean task of keeping his eyes up. That body was divine, and that lingerie was putting in more work than the Jamaicans.

Yep, this is going to be a hard match.

"Nice to meet you, Elle." Severin began with a shy smile. With the possibility of looking like a sleazeball that viewed her as a piece of meat present, he didn't care about being smooth anymore. As long as he didn't make that impression, he was good. "Name's Black Severin."

[Leira]

That was the stuff of a showoff, no doubt about it.

Elle had caught that he seemed entirely content with what he saw of her from the neck up. Yep, makeup, on fleek. He got plenty of looks back from her, too. He didn't standout facially beyond a gruff, strong jaw that any woman could appreciate, but she could see most of what lay below, and it looked fit. Guy-fitter-than-her fit. She still couldn't get the whole angle on him since looking at someone from above wasn't exactly what Mother Nature or the Big Guy Upstairs or anyone had intended, and did he ever ensure she saw all of him with his wheeling into place to end up on the bed beside her.

"Whoop!" She overdramatically cried out as she turned over onto his side like he was going to run her over. It would give him a better look at her, and she rested her cheek on her elbow. Get a little blood boiling, a little attention rising. Elle liked what she saw, too, but she did a fine job of keeping her composure most of the time. Certainly didn't want to give up the gig by giving him too much attention without the match getting started. She did give him another quick skim though and tapped her fingers on her hip.

"Oh Iiii know," she sassily retorted when he stated his name. "Good to hear that you already know my name too. Woulda been disappointing to be the afterthought." One leg went to bouncing. All this lack of clothing already had her impatient, and the ref standing across the room awkwardly watching the scene wasn't helping.

"You ready to get started, or do you need to do any more splits?"

[DSX93]

Ooh, the heat was rising, alright! When the bombshell took to laying on her side, keeping eye contact went right out the window. Severin was aware that some women went into these things with a professional, super competitive mindset, approaching lewder affairs like they were just another challenge to overcome. And they kind of were, but that was beside the point.

He was hoping that management had paired him up with someone he could have fun with, and Elle was it. With her giving him the blatant lookover he wanted, he felt emboldened to let his eyes explore her freely, and oh, what a sight! He could see the power in her physique, and he could tell just by looking that it wasn't slight, but there was plenty of womanly softness about her, still. Curves that were everywhere he liked for there to be curves.

Like that ample buxom of hers. Those hips, those juicy thighs...Her everything was killer, but he could not blame her for calling attention to those legs in particular one bit.

"A woman as fine as you being an afterthought?" He shook his head and chuckled, a more genuine smile showing through this time. "That's right up there with saying the Fast and Furious movies are realistic." When it came to flirting, Severin was terrible at initiating. But following along? That, he could do.

And speaking of initiative...

There was a loud, loud voice in his head advising him against the course of action that he was about to take, but great things happened the last time he showed some of that with a beautiful woman in a hotel room, so...

He emptied his head for the second he'd need to make his move and just went for it before he could start thinking again, giving her a gentle push onto her back so he could lift a leg up and over and set it down on the other side of her, his hands planted down at either side of her head. "Yeah..." He began, taking another long look into those gorgeous green eyes, his gaze shifting to those ever so kissable lips every so often. "Ready when you are."

Severin's heart was already starting to pound as the referee approached the two to officially get the match underway.

[Leira]

Oof, he needed a little work on his pillow talk. Elle appreciated what he said, the message behind it, but action movies in an actual sensual situation didn't work too well as subjects, she could say from experience. Nonetheless she added a satisfied shrug with one shoulder to assign the points to him for trying. "There are a lot of curves for maneuvering. If you don't know how to drift, you might end up crashing." Oooh he had set her up for that one though. She didn't always like her saucy competitive talk, but that one probably hit the mark.

Oh it did. With no signal from the ref that they should start, Elle's green eyes widened as he gave her just enough of a shove to push her onto her back. "Hey, you're getting ahead of yours-" Well the words didn't work because he sure got into position to straddle her with all speed and intention. Elle narrowed her eyes at him. Ready when she was? With them like this? She clearly had a guy who thought her some doe-eyed submissive ready for him to have his way with her.

She did have ways to solve that misplaced judgement however. "Just a second...", she delayed, trying to hide the mischief in her eyes by tilting them up as if pondering something in the ceiling.

Her thigh shot up to catch him right in the crotch. She had hit men in the package just often enough to know the difference between force that would genuinely hurt and cripple them and force that would just come as a surprise. No pain, just enough of a jolt to make him think pain would follow. Using her opportunity, she shoved at his chest with her hands and his stomach with her knees to squirt out from under him. The ref, sensing action, called for them to begin.

Elle felt naughty for her actions though. Rather than jump on him, she merely pulled back until she rested on her knees, peering at him with a sly smile so he could get his bearings. "Sorry, it's not going to be that easy, boy."

[DSX93]

Aaaand that's what your dumb ass gets for not thinking.

Severin had heard some crazy stories about how people meet here in LAW: One straddling the other in the gym while they were pushing weights, just right out of nowhere. Walking around in nothing but a speedo, getting mistaken for a flasher, and then getting invited for some hero-villain based roleplay. Hell, some luchador had even walked right up to a woman working out, smacked her in the ass first thing, and got a fun wrestling match out of it instead of a beating. Outlandish, but some of those bystanders had video proof to back their claims up.

So he thought he'd try...that to make things fun.

Terrell Hughes, everyone. Absolutely clueless and more lost than a first-time visitor to Silent Hill.

His eyes went wide when he felt her thigh shoot up right between his legs, which caused him to spring up to give her the space she needed to get away. He expected some punches to follow her pushing him back, and after that stunt, he wouldn't have defended himself. They didn't come, but he was sure that they were in waiting.

Severin responded with a sheepish "Sorry." before getting into a ready position on his knees as well. Elle...didn't look pissed off, though. Could he have somehow managed to avoid making a complete ass out of himself? Not likely, but if Lady Luck had really decided to throw him a lifeline, he was going to take it. "First move's yours."

No more initiative from him.

[Leira]

She had what she wanted ultimately. An even start. He could do all the playing he wanted to if he earned getting her to that point, but Elle simply couldn't abide by being cornered into passivity and submissiveness before the match even started. The brunette would happily pretend she didn't know the meanings of those words if questioned. It was part of her charm.

With a sly smile, she continued to watch him, likely giving the ref emotional whiplash between the sudden near-strike and the subsequent end to all aggression. She watched Severin come to recognition too, and as he apologized, almost puppy-like in his reticence, she figured she had at least sent a message. "Hmmm. I'm certainly not going to say no to that," she admitted at the idea that she could have the first move. Frankly, if he had jumped her again after the reset, she wouldn't have cared an ounce, but she didn't consider looking gift horses in the mouth as a personal policy.

She sucked in a breath, moved her hands to her hips, and studied his body to think of a way of approach. The flower girl couldn't tell which part of her he had seemed to like the most. Well, she had noticed the staring at her lips, but she couldn't exactly make use of those as an offensive strike. Her poor teeth. Later though...

No, after a beat, Elle went with the simple. At least it seemed simple to her. Showing good athleticism, the Californian rocked over until she rested her weight on her palm and knee and lashed out with the other leg, hoping to catch him in the upper chest just well enough to knock him onto his back. Seemed more exciting than just another test of strength anyway which he would probably win.

If she failed, maybe he would like feet and get distracted? Who knew?

[DSX93]

Watching Elle watch him with that wily smile on her face was actually kind of calming. Severin knew that he had to watch out, of course -- a task that was simultaneously easy and difficult -- but he hadn't managed to screw this whole thing up before it even started.

Whether it was intentional or not, her hands led his eyes along a path to her shapely hips. Just for a moment; he wouldn't let himself stare. Good thing he caught himself when he did, because that was when she made her move. She spun round, bending over while she was in motion, and good God, the cake!

The spinning back kick was impressive too. Severin knew from experience that it wasn't the easiest thing to do on your knees. She had great form; there wasn't a doubt in his mind that it would have left him breathless if it connected. After a quick roll towards the Honey Bee's back, Severin lunged for her, looking to wrap his strong arms around her waist before she could recover.

If he could manage that, he'd roll her into a face-down position, taking care to both refrain from being too rough if he could help it and keep her pinned beneath his weight the best he could while he maneuvered towards side control to enact the next step of the plan that sprang to mind.

Trying all the while not to think too much about just how hot all of this was: The cuddly close, half naked contact. How heavenly his opponent smelled. The softer, intimate atmosphere. Quiet, without a sound coming from anything or anyone but the two of them while they wrestled about on the bed. Yeah, the referee was there, but she was good at keeping herself just beneath notice.

[Leira]

Elle supposed most anything she had in mind would be telegraphed. A girl could only hide so much when two people stared at each other and had a squishy mattress to maneuver. Disappointingly, he also apparently didn't care about feet. She knew from experience that some guys would have probably stayed perfectly still for the opportunity to come under a sole assault, but not her opponent. That was a shame considering how easy it would have made everything for her, but nope, she teetered after her outstretched leg missed.

She tried to roll away, but they were too close for her to have the space to do so. She felt him on her back before she could come up with much of an alternative. Well, there was the skin-to-skin contact. They had that initial jolt out of the way, and if Elle had been going to experience any mostly naked-body-contact jitters, the circumstances didn't allow her to think on it much. His weight pressed down upon her back, leaving her scuffing her knees and feet and breathing in a (very clean, thankfully!) mattress.

Taking to a series of effort grunts, Elle tried to fight all the way up onto all fours, but the day she could do that against a man with all the leverage would be a glorious day. This was not that day, so Elle stuck to being the best helicopter of elbows she could be, though those elbows only bluntly knocked against his sides. "Shit!", she too-cutely griped, since she made it much of nowhere.