Adrianna Scanabissi vs. Aspasia El-Shenawy - On The Mend

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai Bedroom Brawl
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission or knockout after orgasm

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Asp had to be honest, at least with herself - she was in no mood for this.

A strange thing to think, as she found herself standing at the entrance to this luscious, luxurious room, the sort of posh, upperclass style that she would expect from anything that LAW was footing the bill for. A plush, spacious bedroom suite, one that was made for elegance and style, with all the accouterments. A soft, velvety carpet, wooden, carved chairs and tables, a dining area with a stove and a microwave, and a table fit for four.

It was all excellent, immaculate, and she would’ve been happ for the sight - just not tonight. Not now. Not after Safiyah.

The weeks after her crushing defeat at the hands of her fellow Egyptians had been nothing short of miserable, one of the worst periods that Asp could remember. Her physical wounds had taken some time to recover from, but at the end of the day, they hadn't been all that serious - nothing that a few days in a hospital bed couldn't fix, and it was far better than her previous visit. She’d been given a clean bill of health, no lasting worries.

On the outside. Inside, internally, the situation was far more complex. Her match against Safiyah was supposed to be something triumphant, a glorious declaration to the world that she was not to be bullied, that she couldn't be intimidated and broken. And yet, that was precisely what happened. Safiyah had defeated her on a level that she couldn't have fathomed beforehand, deconstructed her and left her lying in pieces, a shattered shell of a woman. It was a mortifying experience, one that she was still suffering from, even a month later. Waking up in cold sweats, the dreams, the nightmares…

She wasn’t sure what to do with herself anymore, wasn’t sure where she needed to go as a wrestler. But she knew one thing: She couldn't progress by doing nothing at all. She needed matches, she needed money, and she needed to be back in the ring, so to speak. And thus, here she was.

With a soft sigh, Asp stepped into the room and nodded towards the referee, a young woman sitting in the corner with a striped bikini. There was no sign of her opponent yet, but that was all to the good. She could use the time to compose herself, find her center. Asp made her way over to the closet and slipped out of her jacket, revealing the dark attire

beneath. Something she wore specifically for her match with Safiyah…

…no. No, push those thoughts away. Only this match mattered, only this room only today.

Anxious for her opponent and the distraction she would bring, Asp sat on the bed with crossed legs and began to breathe deeply, hoping to calm her body and her mind along with it as she waited for her opponent’s return.

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna was not one to rush. Even as the cameras rolled and the broadcast ticked live, she entered not with fanfare but with the weight of quiet command. No theme music. No grandiose theatrics. Just the rhythmic click of her designer heels echoed off the polished wood at the threshold, as if the suite itself acknowledged her presence.

Her poised gait sculpted her silhouette, as always, in decadence—a pearlescent white, blue and black top, unbuttoned to a daring plunge, tucked into sleek, high-waisted slacks of obsidian silk that clung to her every inch. She wore the scent of jasmine and amber like a weapon. Luxury not as a statement, but as a declaration of who belonged, and who merely aspired. The moment she stepped past the threshold, the room, for all its splendor, paled in comparison to her.

Her eyes, sharp as polished glass—flicked immediately to the woman on the bed.

Asp.

There she was, trying to disappear into her own breathing, legs crossed in monkish poise, eyes closed, shoulders tensed beneath the memory of something recent and raw. Adrianna could see it plainly, somewhere beneath the surface composure, a wound still weeping. She didn’t know the details yet, but she didn’t need to. She could taste vulnerability like wine. The kind of ruin that leaves echoes in the soul. And it suited her opponent far better than Asp could ever hope to admit.

Adrianna crossed the room with slow grace, every step deliberated, every movement a brushstroke in a painting of effortless authority. She did not pace. She approached. She did not hesitate. She arrived.

With a quiet flourish, she took her seat—not on the bed, of course, but on the velvet-backed armchair positioned directly before it. Legs crossed, back straight, chin tilted just enough to peer down her nose. No more than a breath passed before her lips parted, ruby red and shaped into a single word, spoken with silk and steel.

“Kneel.”

Not barked. Not yelled. It didn't need to be. Her voice had the weight of inevitability.

She leaned back slowly, eyes never leaving Asp’s. Watching. Studying. Daring her to pretend she hadn’t heard. Adrianna’s fingers came together in a soft, contemplative clasp beneath her chin, the smile that ghosted across her lips not kind, but knowing.

The room, so carefully curated for comfort, now hummed with quiet tension. An invitation laid bare, veiled as a command. A test of pride. Of resolve. Of a new beginning.

[BlackAkuma]

At first glance, Asp didn’t know what to make of Adriana. Not mentally, at least.

Physically, she could say the woman was a beauty - gorgeous. Those were a dime a dozen in LAW, true, but she couldn’t recall many who had such a regal air about them. She carried herself like a queen, as if she entered this room and instantly owned it, as if this wasn’t a battlefield but her playground. A quiet, calm confidence that few could use and even fewer could use well.

That was all well and good and even expected. What Asp did not expect, however, was the way she decided to begin these proceedings. She kept her seat on the bed, finishing up her meditations while her foe approached. For a moment, she tensed, thinking aggression would be the play, but no - Adriana merely came over and took a seat, as if there were no more than a customary meeting.

That, and she said a word. An interesting word. ‘Kneel’.

Asp blinked and tipped her head to the side, taking the briefest of moments to contemplate the order. There was no threat behind it, no malice, and such a tone wouldn’t have been effective if she’d tried it. But the audacity of such a move intrigued her, so bold of her to think she could order around a woman she had only just met. Then again, perhaps that was the idea - a test to see how Asp would react—moving pieces on the Chessboard. Interesting.

While Asp’s first reflex was to refuse, curiosity bubbled deep from within, a desire to see what game Adriana sought to play. That side of her won out, for the moment, and she slipped off the bed to follow orders - one knee on the floor, down before her opponent, while she looked up and stared deep into her opponent’s eyes.

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna’s lips curved into the softest smile as Asp obeyed, the weight of that simple motion settling over the air like velvet. The room, once neutral, now belonged to her entirely, not by force but by acceptance. There was no greater pleasure than this, the sight of another lowering themselves before her. It was not just obedience, it was acknowledgment, the unspoken admission that she commanded a gravity that could not be denied. Her chin tilted ever so slightly, eyes lowering to meet the woman who now kneeled at her feet, studying the shift of her body and the tension riding under her skin.

“Brava,” she breathed, the word rolling off her tongue like silk, her accent carrying each syllable as if it were meant to be savored. She reached forward, fingers gliding through the air until they found Asp’s chin, a feather-light touch that tilted her gaze upward just a fraction more. The brunette drank in the sight of those eyes meeting hers, not with weakness but with curiosity, defiance carefully measured beneath restraint. That tension, that balance between yielding and resisting, delighted her more than any display of brute strength could.

Her voice dropped lower, calm and unwavering, every word carried on a current of quiet authority. “You did not come here to fight.” she said, not as a question but as a truth laid bare between them. It was not a guess. It was not a probe. It was an observation, one she left in the air like a challenge, daring Asp to deny it if she wished. The smile never left her lips, but her touch fell away, leaving the space between them charged, the weight of her presence pressing down without the need for force. “So tell me then… what did you come here for?”

[BlackAkuma]

It was a queer moment, in every sense of the word. The match technically had begun, and nothing was stopping them from starting their battle. Asp didn’t know this woman, had never met her before, so there were undoubtedly no ties holding her back, no reason they should’ve been standing in a ceremony like this. If they weren’t there to fight, what were they there to do.

A good question. She was glad that Adriana asked.

Asp didn’t answer, not at first. Instead, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, savoring the woman’s sweet, honeyed scent. She moved in close - close enough to strike, close enough to hurt, close enough to kiss, and for a second she seemed poised to do any of those things - but she didn’t. For now, she simply leaned and placed her hands on Adriana’s thighs, running her fingers along the flesh and savoring the sensation.

”Fixing.” Her dark, half-lidded eyes locked with Adriana’s. ”Something is broken within me. It needs mending. I need to be made whole.”

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna did not stir when Asp came closer. Closer than most would dare, closer than most would ever be allowed. She felt the warmth of her opponent’s breath as surely as the weight of her hands upon her thighs, fingers grazing silk and flesh in a gesture that was equal parts reverence and plea. Numerous women tried to mask their intentions with bravado, or drowned themselves in false defiance. Asp did neither. She sought openly, vulnerably. And Adrianna welcomed it.

The misty amethyst gaze half-lidded, Adrianna tilted her head ever so slightly, studying Asp as though she were some exquisite puzzle piece placed in her lap. There was nothing hurried in her demeanor, no sign of being taken off guard. If anything, the intimacy was accepted as inevitable, as natural as breath.

Her dark lashes lowered, gaze burning steadily into Asp’s as the confession slipped from her lips. Broken. Mending. Whole. Such words were not tossed idly into the air, and Adrianna knew the weight they carried. To admit them aloud in this setting was as vulnerable a surrender as any hold could force from the body. She tilted her head, letting silence hang just long enough to make Asp feel the gravity of what she had confessed, before finally breaking it with a voice smooth and measured. “Ah… so that is what you seek.”

Her hand lifted, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing beneath Asp’s chin again as if she were a sculptor examining her material. “Tell me then, amore… what part of you is so fractured? Is it your heart? Your pride…or something deeper still?” The question was velvet over steel, a coaxing lure disguised as indulgence, though every syllable tightened the invisible leash she was already drawing around her kneeling guest. “And when you speak of being made whole…” she leaned closer, her breath feathering warm against Asp’s lips, “…do you mean the glories of old, clinging to what you once were? Or is it that you believe in something greater, something new?”

[BlackAkuma]

This was not what Asp had expected from this match, though, being honest, she couldn't say what she had thought this was going to be like. Another match? Perhaps. She had felt so adrift after the Safiyah fiasco that the idea of just having a simple sexcapade sounded quaint. But now that she was here, in this room, facing her opponent…

Something was off. Matches weren’t for therapy, but if her opponent was offering…

She breathed deep, taking Adriana’s breath in and tasting it, inhaling and exhaling to get an unfettered taste of her opponent. She was a dominant sort, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. There was something comfortable in being dominated, in being controlled.

Asp contemplated Adriana’s question for a moment, giving it serious thought, before she spoke again. ”I had a match, against a woman much like myself. A kindred spirit, or so I thought. After I won this match, however, the woman turned on me - violently. I was put into a situation I had never fathomed before, where I feared for my life. It was my lowest point.”

She brought her lips to Adriana’s thigh and place a few tentative kisses along it, the beginnings of proper worship. ”I challenged her, seeking revenge. I felt righteous, justified, alive…and she defeated me. Humiliated me. Exposed me. Made me wish I had never even bothered.” Asp closed her eyes as the memory worked its way through her. It was like reopening an old wound, picking at a scab that refused to heal.

”It has been a trying affair.” An understatement, but not inaccurate.

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna listened. That was the first thing. She listened, and she allowed Asp to pour herself out. Not because she was powerless to stop it, or even because she was transfixed by the touch of lips against her thigh, but because she relished it. There was an art to silence, to holding still and letting another reveal themselves piece by piece, until all their jagged edges were laid bare.

The kisses were tender, reverent, almost worshipful, but what Adrianna savored the most was not the touch. It was the story unfolding between them. The rise, the fall, the bitterness of betrayal, the weight of failure pressing against Asp’s words until they trembled on her tongue. Adrianna could feel the confession vibrating against her skin, the shame and hunger bleeding out together.

Her hand slipped down, fingers curling beneath Asp’s chin, lifting her face away from its retreat into memory so those dark, wounded eyes were forced to meet her lilac ones. No harshness in the motion, simple authority, as if to remind Asp that she would be allowed to grieve, but only on Adrianna’s terms.

“Mm...” she hummed, low and knowing, a velvet purr wrapped around sharpened steel. “You speak as though she took something from you. But tell me…” Her thumb brushed slowly across Asp’s lower lip, teasing, probing. “Did she really steal it? Or did you give it away? Willingly. Desperately. Because part of you longed to see what would happen when you broke.”

Adrianna leaned closer, their foreheads almost touching now, her breath mingling with Asp’s shaky exhale. “That is the truth you are dancing around, darling. You think you came here for revenge, or for mending. But perhaps…” Her smile deepened, serpentine. “…perhaps you came here because you want someone to do it again. To ruin you properly. To unmake you until there is nothing left but the part that kneels.”

Her touch lingered a moment longer, fingers trailing along Asp’s cheek before she reclined back in her chair once more, crossing her legs with unhurried grace. “So tell me. Which is it?”

[BlackAkuma]

Adrianna was a good listener. Asp had been around enough bad ones to know. People who pretended to care what you said, but then let their body language show how little they actually did - the eyes wandered, the legs were restless, the feet tapped. She had always hated that - she would much prefer someone tell her they were bored by her and leave than to have them sit and feign interest.

That was not the case with Adrianna. While she could not divine this woman’s intent, she could tell that it was genuine, that this was a matter she took seriously, much more than mere manipulation. There was something therapeutic in the way she spoke, which drew Asp in, like a fly to honey.

Asp let herself be manipulated, as Adrinna brought her face up and moved them together with an intimacy she hadn't expected and spoke again, asking her cutting questions. There was a hypnotic cadence to her voice, one that tickled the ear, and with her so close, so tempting, the ideas began to run wild.

”You might be right.” Asp allowed, after a moment of thought. ”Maybe that is what I’m looking for. A new experience. A chance to be remade. Maybe fate put us on the same path for that very reason. I do not know.”

Asp moved in closer still, pressing their foreheads together, nose touching, tasting Adrianna’s breath on her tongue. ”But I do know how to find out.”

No more foreplay, no more waiting. Asp dove in and went for the kiss, pressing their mouths together for a heated embrace. She moved in, pushing her back onto the bed, her hands roaming over the woman’s body.

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna accepted the kiss as if it were tribute, without flinching or surprise, as though it would come. Asp’s lips pressed hungrily to hers, her body surging forward, driving her toward the bed with an urgency that belonged more to confession than conquest. Hands roamed, heat swelled, the room seemed to shrink until there was only breath, skin, and the spark of collision.

Yet Adrianna did not falter under the pressure. She allowed herself to be borne back against the mattress, her spine arching, hair fanning across the pillows in an effortless cascade, but she never surrendered her poise. Even pinned, she looked like a queen in repose, amused by the audacity of a supplicant who thought boldness alone could seize a crown.

Her mouth answered the kiss with measured fire, her lips molding to Asp’s but never yielding fully, each return press deliberate, controlled, as though she were conducting the pace rather than being overtaken by it. Her hands slid upward in languid arcs—one tracing the curve of Asp’s back, the other slipping to cradle the nape, tightening just enough to make the embrace feel less like passion and more like possession.

When the break came, it was Adrianna who chose it, tilting her head and drawing just far enough away to let her voice slip between them, sultry and cool against the fever of Asp’s mouth.

“Ah… so that is how you choose to test me…” she murmured, her tone a soft blade wrapped in velvet. Amethyst eyes burned with quiet delight, every inch of her gaze savoring Asp’s hunger as though it were a delicacy meant for her alone. “You think to remake yourself by consuming me? By taking?”

Her lips grazed Asp’s cheek, her words now breathed directly into her ear, low and intimate. “You may find the fire you reach for is one that consumes you instead. And I promise…” her nails grazed lightly down Asp’s spine, “…I burn slowly.”

Then, with a languid twist of her hips, Adrianna shifted beneath her opponent—not escaping, not resisting, but weaving the momentum back into her own rhythm, her own stagecraft. For now, she would permit Asp’s initiative, but only to observe how far Asp dared to go before she tightened the silken leash.