Red Dread Seduction (Black Severin vs Arlise Christiaens)

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Mutual Erotica Match, with modified Kissing Game Rules. Takes place in an LAW-owned apartment.
Victory Conditions: Pinning the opponent down and forcing them to orgasm in the 69 position. All sexual contact involving the genitalia must be made with the opponent being able to reciprocate. Stripping the opponent nude (with an exception to said nudity being Black Severin's mask) will grant a competitor a grace period of one minute in which this rule is ignored; during this one minute, the opponent must not resist and may not apply any stimulation to the stripper.

Kissing Game rules have been modified in order to grant an additional boon: After landing ten kisses on the opponent's lips, a competitor will be allowed to remove one article of clothing without resistance.
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Black Severin

(Note: The pants aren't rolled up at the end.)

Alright. This was bringing Black Severin back to more familiar territory following his loss at the Kings & Queens Tournament. It was something he was of two minds about: On one hand, he really wanted to get back to the Standard matches that he'd begun his career with, and right to work on pushing himself back on track to the Mixed Division Championship. There may be a man holding it, but he was going to have to make his way through a number of women to get at him. He needed to do it right this time. For his fans. For Ryan. And to prove it to himself that he can make it to the top.

It could have been him. He could've been the one to break that barrier. He could've made history as the first man to win a title in LAW, but he let it slip through his fingers. He was almost there. And he wasn't going to forgive himself until he finally pulled it off.

And on the other, it wasn't like this was going to be a night off. Hentai wrestling was still wrestling, and he needed to bring the changes to this too. And when he really thought about it, he realized that it was a better test than a vanilla match would have been. He already hadn't wanted to go too hard against a woman there, but here? Mixing sex with the harsh, demanding physicality that wrestling requires? He was going to have to wake up and face that too.

But there was one problem: He wasn't sure if he really wanted to be mixing sex into the wrestling with the woman that Alix had him booked to face on After Dark this week: Arlise Christiaens. Having seen her interactions with her female opponents in contrast to how she was in her match against Drake Vyril...

With the women, she was affable. With him, she was aloof from the beginning. And it wasn't like he was a bad guy: Severin had looked into him. Before seeing their match together, actually; Bea had come to him to talk about how bad she felt after her own match with him ended the way it did. Her Guerrero tactics had ended up causing a huge misunderstanding. One that she was entirely at fault for, really.

Hell, he would've been pissed if she did that to him too.

Back to the original point. There was some definite ice there. The kicker was the way it ended: Drake did the right thing. He complimented her performance, showed some sportsmanship. Checked in on her. And when it became clear that she wasn't actually into the POW part of the whole thing, he backed off. Whatever fun there was to be had, he wanted reciprocated and mutual.

And in response, she bitched the guy right out of the room. And smiled about it afterwards. Fucking yikes.

It had Severin wondering if maybe he'd been set up for a Hentai match -- one with rules that he drafted up, at that -- with a woman who didn't like men. It's not like LAW is a place that discourages that mentality. It's why he hadn't made himself too comfortable the same way he has in his other bedroom and apartment matches. He wanted to talk with her first. Feel her out.

Maybe it was just a bad night for her. But he was ready to walk if the vibe was wrong. Take it to the main show; get this switched to a Standard bout. No harm, no foul. But he wasn't going out like that in his own damn match.

For the time being, he was hanging out in the

, standing at the window to check out the penthouse view of a snowy New York City. Wine glass filled with fruit punch in hand.

Beautiful. Delicious.

[Winter]

The floodgates had opened.

Arlise Christiaens squinted at herself in the mirror. She did not miss the innuendo in that statement, given she referred to her first LAW hentai encounter leading to her second. Which would no doubt lead to her third. Her fourth... and so on. Perhaps LAW's new plan for her should have come as an insult to some wrestlers with as much pride as Arlise, but she did find it flattering to have achieved what someone in LAW must have deemed a sex symbol. To have succeeded in that role, finally, lifted her spirits, too. Why complain to anyone?

She did have a sneaking suspicion about the motivation behind this match, however. Arlise again squinted as she adjusted her new wrestling attire, which she planned to test for the purpose of its likelihood for wardrobe malfunctions. A hentai match struck her as a good opportunity, given no doubt this "Severin" would be planning to relieve her of most of her clothes. Therein lied her suspicions. Arlise did not have a longstanding record of mixed matches, and her one official mixed match had ended with one of the required stipulations of this match - essentially, a 69. It had taken place in a similar setting. It had caused some drama. Her pragmatism toward sex and frustration at her loss had ruffed some prideful, masculine feathers, and ultimately, nothing had come of the match's aftermath.

She wondered if LAW did not wish to see that reenacted, but with the benefits of this "After Dark" program to lower some of the stakes for the redhead. Again... flattering, but not entirely pleasing, as if they wanted to force a "mood."

Regardless, Arlise tried to avoid thinking about it. She had learned to better maintain her focus, so those irrelevant frills and curiosities - and even the nature of the match itself - no longer drained her confidence. She had practiced her trade in a litany of apartment matches. She found herself surprisingly ready as she utilized the last of her few seconds before heading for the neighboring prop apartment to begin her match. She thought she looked quite desirable indeed in the new gear. With a preparatory sigh, she strolled from the dressing room and strolled to the next door.

...She should, this time, be the one to act as the distraction. With that in mind, she wore her sultriest showbiz smile as she knocked first, hoping to draw eyes, and eased her way into the doorway, one curvy leg leading the way.

"Hello?"

Spoiler

[DSX93]

If there indeed was any intention of replicating the ending of that match, Severin was unaware of it. He just had a booker approach him to discuss a way to jazz things up a little. When he pitched the Mutual Erotica match to Alix, he'd intended for the rules to be left as they were: When things get sexy, there had to be room made for mutual pleasure. Intercourse? Pretty simple. If he started fingering her, he had to let her jerk him off. Oral? Likely to lead to a sixty-nine.

The big-wigs really wanted to see that position. And they had ideas for how to incorporate Kissing Game rules as well: Plant ten kisses on the lips, and you get take something off. Any one article of clothing you choose. And it meshed perfectly with the rule on stripping. Sounded pretty fun to him overall, so he gave the green light.

That they cared for his input at all made him feel like a top guy. He had no real illusions of that, but it was nice. He'd taken another swallow from his glass when he heard a feminine voice that wasn't the referee's.

Here we go.

Of course Arlise would catch the eyes she'd sought on the way in. The referee's, those of the small crew that were finishing up on some final tasks, and you know it, Severin's own when he turned around. It was a matter of fact, like snow being white. Or Goku being stronger than Superman.

Especially when she's rocking an outfit like that. His research revealed that apartment wrestling was her specialty. And yeah, she was certainly dressed for it. And she had a smile that was almost, almost perfect for the occasion. Well, he was sure that it would've been one hundred percent for most others, but not for him.

These days, when he saw a smile, he paid attention to the entirety of it, with some emphasis put on the eyes. The most important pieces, and the things that, when you know to look for it, could make or break the entire thing. It's that final one to complete the jigsaw.

And there was something missing in her assembly; this was a performance. And After Dark's nature had it leaning towards "fake it 'til you make it" nerves over "I don't want to be here, but I'll put up with it" for an explanation: There wasn't a single person on this show who was volunteered for it. Recommended, yes. And they'd all be called in for a meeting. A quick compatibility check, with most, if not all of these meetings being with Alix herself. They'd go over After Dark's mission statement, she'd told him, and go over things that they like or might want to explore, and take it from there.

That's how it went for him. And he trusted that much. The real mystery was what was keeping Arlise's smile incomplete.

Severin's own would be easygoing and friendly. "Yo." He finished the remnants of the Tropicana on the way to her, setting the glass down on a table that was sitting at the side. "I know it's a matter of fact, but I'll say it anyway: You're looking lovely." When the distance between them had been closed, he'd offer her a hand to shake. "Black Severin. Nice to meet you."