Locked In (Shelby "Little Dollie" Marwood vs Cleo Hulbury)

[Flamintree]

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Locked In

Rules

Match Modifiers
Hentai, Apartment, One Day Stand

Description
The match takes place in a LAW-provided apartment, beginning when the door and windows lock at 8 am and ending at 8 am the next day. Breaking the walls and windows is prohibited, but anything else goes. Stepping outside the apartment at any time before the match ends counts as forfeiting the match. Food has been provided in a fridge inside the apartment, but no breaks have been allotted for meals. After the twenty four hours have elapsed, the first woman to walk out of the apartment wins. If neither fighter leaves thirty minutes after the match ends, the match ends in a draw.

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Firsts were rare for Shelby, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

As much as the Little Dollie loathed to admit it, she had been getting bored. There wasn't anything wrong with her recent opponents or the matches she'd taken... well, nothing wrong with them as opponents. She was fairly certain that a lot of her colleagues had a lot of wrong going on in their vapid skulls, if they had anything going on in there at all. But that was besides the point. Her point was that the kinds of fights she'd been taking were beginning to wear on her, because they were beginning to get so damn dull. It was always the same thing over and over.

And maybe that was what she needed, she had thought to herself a few days ago. Something that could break the monotony, shake things up and get her in the mood to get back to her usual matches.

When she'd caught wind that LAW was looking for two fighters to compete in a war of attrition type hentai match, it had excited her. Finally, exactly what she was looking for! Something new, a tough duel that would while away at herself and her opponent as they fought for hours on end! It was nothing like her usual matches, which were lucky to stretch out for even an hour. Already, she'd all but began drooling with anticipation at the thought of her duking it out with someone else until they were too tired to fight anymore, only to recover and start going at it all over again. It was perfect! She'd signed up immediately, and only an hour later received the details of where to go and what to prepare.

The Little Dollie

And so here Shelby was, standing outside the door to her new home for the next twenty four hours. As instructed, she had nothing on her save the clothes on her back. Everything else; her phone, a set of clean clothes to change into once this was over, and more had been left at the counter in the lobby. She'd fiddled with the room key she'd been given the whole elevator ride up, but fortunately it seemed to work just fine. After a worrying moment where she'd pressed the card against the electronic lock and nothing had happened, the delayed sound of mechanisms turning was a big relief. She took a second to brace herself for the quality of the room before pushing open the door...

The Room

And being pleasantly surprised. To be honest, she'd been expected to have been shoved into a brick room with walls caked in dried blood and a concrete floor that was harder than a guy seeing her naked. This was a lot nicer than what she'd had in mind, but you wouldn't see her complaining. Her eyes flitted around the room. It didn't look like her opponent was here yet. Shelby hadn't been told who she'd be matched with, but she guessed they weren't someone who'd be showing up as early as her. There was still fifteen minutes before the match was meant to start, anyway, so she should probably take this time to get familiar with place.

The Little Dollie moved to the windows, running her fingers over the glass. It was the hardy kind, she was pretty sure, so she wouldn't have to worry about smashing it unless she tried. Poking her head to the balcony outside, because the match hadn't started yet, she realised that the glass was tinted. She couldn't even see the silhouette of her hand waving through the glass. Well, at least she wouldn't have to worry about anyone but the cameras watching her rolling around naked on the floor with her opponent.

Speaking of her opponent... as Shelby drew back into the apartment and pulled the sliding door shut, she turned her head towards the front door as it began to unlock for the last time today.

[Bare]

Walking steadily through the halls with a quick and determined pace was none other than one Cleo Hulbury. The destination that she was marching towards with such a driven gait? The apartment at the end of the hall, the room where Cleo would be locked into for a full day to do nothing but fight and fuck. Actually not a totally uncommon thing for her, but boy was she looking forward to this one more than any other.

One year ago Cleo had been humiliated by getting eliminated in the first round of the outmatch in oil tourney off a fluke. A fluke that she knew should have never happened and as she saw the rest of it unfold she knew for a fact that she could have won it, especially that final match where the woman that had 'beaten' her Da Xia LOST to some brat named Shelby that called herself a little dolly. Unbelievable in her opinion but today she would get the chance to rectify that.

Because when initially asked about if there was any chance she'd be available to face off against someone in this twenty four hour apartment battle she had initially laughed the idea off... But then her manager had informed her who the opponent was. None other than Shelby Marwood. The winner of the Outmatch in Oil tournament and a woman that Cleo had been determined to face off against and just like that Cleo immediately said yes. So now her she was, wearing a simple, but fashionable athletic based casual ensemble, knowing very well it'd come off either right away or shortly into the match.

Spoiler

Upon reaching the door to the apartment Cleo would look at it for a moment before sucking a breath in and reach forward to unlock the door, turning the knob and opening it to step into the room, fixing her gaze immediately on the woman directly across from her. Immediately a smile would creep across her face as Cleo took a few steps in, closing the door behind her and hearing it lock as she focused on the girl in front of her.

"Well well well, here we are at last... I've been wanting to get my hands on you... Dollie." Cleo let out in a elegant tone that belief the dark intent under it, or the look of intense hunger that burned in her eyes as she locked them into Shelby's own.

[Flamintree]

Oh? Did this girl have beef with her? It wasn't normally something that would catch Shelby off guard, except that she didn't remember seeing her before. Still, that tone alone was enough evidence to convince the Little Dollie that the other was telling the truth. Already, she was getting the vibe that the only reason this stranger wasn't already pulling her hair and biting at her face was because the match hadn't started yet.

Well, there was really only one proper response here. There weren't many things that Shelby loved more than ragebaiting people who had problems with her, and she wasn't sure if the cameras were recording them yet or not. Shelby got the vibes that this was someone who cared a lot about how others saw her, like the Dollie herself, and she thought she had a pretty good idea of what would annoy her. It was better it would be better to be safe than sorry, and getting to goad this bitch before their fight even began was an added bonus.

In the cutesiest voice she could muster, Shelby affixed Cleo with the most punchable expression she was capable of and feigned innocence.

"Sorry, have we met before?"

Her actions did not match up with the almost tooth rotting sweetness in her voice and face. While her words spoke of an innocent girl who would be easy enough to crush, she didn't back down from Cleo's provocation. Instead, she returned it with provocation of her own. Shelby stepped closer and closer until she was face to face with her opponent; well, as face to face as she could be when Cleo was a full seven inches taller than her. Then, perhaps even more vexingly, she pressed her chest against her rival's.

It was a smooth, practised movement that a viewer could easily misconstrue as not realising their proximity. A fellow fighter, on the other hand, would be able to tell exactly what it was, especially from the shift in the Little Dollie's expression from innocence to taunting. This was an unspoken jab, daring Cleo to respond in kind.

[Bare]

Now face to face with the woman she never got the chance to face Cleo felt the anticipation and excitement that had been bubbling in her all day suddenly hit a frothing point. The girl, no, the woman across the room from her had won the outmatched in oil tournament, beating the woman that cheated Cleo out of the opportunity to potentially do so herself and so she was determined to overcome this bitch as a result.

Shelby however was certainly not doing anything to douse Cleo's desires, in fact she was igniting them even further as assumed the most annoying cutesy innocent expression Cleo had ever seen before answering short and sweetly in a way that made Cleo absolutely livid. 'Sorry, have we met before' rang out in Cleo's mind, her fists tightening and body trembling before she took a deep, calming breath and merely fixing her opponent with a steely cold gaze.

"Not officially no... but you took something that should have been mine." Cleo said, watching intently as the woman made her way across the apartment to her. Then even more vexing then her response, the tiny pinkette pressed forward, bumping her chest against Cleo's own.

"Tsk." Cleo hissed out as she then stepped forward while leaning down, pressing her own chest into Shelby's own and looming over her, taking advantage of their height difference to lean over and literally look down at her.

"I don't like to beat around the bush... I want to get started, so this will be my one and only chance for you, take your clothes off now, or I'll have no problem ripping them off." Cleo said before leaning back and pushing her chest out to try and push Shelby back and show her that she was not one to be played with.

[Flamintree]

Ooh, a temper. That was fun.

Cleo's attempt to push her back was met with a significant amount of opposition. Their breasts pressing together for a few seconds before the Little Dollie suddenly drew back. Unless her rival had pretty good control over her balance, she'd probably stumble a little at the sudden lack of resistance against her push.

No matter what happened, Shelby snickered under her breath a little. Heehee... the ol' bait-your-opponent-into-a-fake-test-of-strength-before-denying-them-the-satisfaction play. It always got people mad and, more importantly, was always funny so long as you weren't on the receiving end.

But sadly, she couldn't toy with her foe forever. She had a match to fight and a character to play. She feigned embarrassment, covering her face with her hands and dabbing a bit of makeup onto her cheeks as she did so to feign a fake blush.

"Get n-n-naked? Isn't that like... totally super embarrassing?"

As she pretended to fret, she turned away from the cameras for just a moment. It wasn't long, three seconds at most, but it was enough for her to reveal a small opening between her fingers that showed off her face behind her hands to Cleo alone.

And oh boy, was it a provocative one. Even through the thin gaps between Shelby's fingers, the Paragon of Passion would be able to see more than enough of her self-satisfied expression and the tongue she had sticking out as a taunt. Then, so fast that it seemed like the moment hadn't happened at all, she closed her fingers and brought her hands down to reveal her new makeup-made blush and shy visage.

"But... I guess if y-you think it'll make a better m-match... I can get n-naked for you now... maam."

[Bare]

Pushing against her opponent in the impromptu test of strength proved more difficult than expected, Shelby doing her damnedest to not be moved. 'Wait... that might mean..' Sure enough Shelby would step back suddenly nearly causing Cleo to lose her balance, though thankfully she managed to save herself after stumbling a step. Still she managed to catch herself before looking up with a glare at Shelby.

"Clever girl..." Cleo hissed angrily under her breath while clenching her fist in frustration but Shelby pretended to not notice, putting her hands over her face and feigning embarrassment about the idea of getting naked which made Cleo roll her eyes in annoyance.

Especially when the girl turned towards her and showed an expression of absolute degeneracy which made Cleo practically grit her teeth into dust, all capped off by the brat having the nerve to call Cleo ma'am.

"Oh stop faking you brat. We both know you won the Outmatched in Oil tournament. A accolade that should be mine." Cleo growled, her hands already going to her top and peeling it off before tossing it at Shelby's face disrespectfully before then moving to take off her leggings, never once taking her eyes off her opponent, figuring she wouldn't be opposed to trying to blindsided her while stripping.

[Flamintree]

Aw, her opponent had seen through her first trick. Still, that gave her some valuable info on her rival.

Cleo was a slave to her pride, and had the temper to back it up. The Little Dollie had played a bit of her own hand with that little underhanded tactic, but it was worth it to gather what she had. Pride and anger made for good motivation, but they also made for weak points that Shelby might be able to use to gain the upper hand when this fight really got started.

But enough of that. If she spent all her time thinking, she got an inkling that her foe wouldn't have any qualms just launching herself at her.

Shelby put some distance between herself and Cleo as she began to wiggle out of her hoodie. As she had it halfway down her shoulders, though, she was gifted a prime opportunity to rage bait. Unable to resist the temptation, she tossed her jacket aside and gave her opponent another faux innocent look. As she began to unbutton her shirt to reveal the shape of her breasts underneath, she spoke in that same stupid cutesy voice.

"Oh! That's where you're from!"

She tilted her head, feigning confusion. Well, no, the confusion was semi-real, but she definitely played it up.

"But... I don't remember seeing you. Did you get knocked out in the semifinals?"

Being real, Shelby had no idea if when this woman had been defeated in the tourney, but this stab in the dark seemed pretty riskless. She knew that Cleo hadn't made it to the finals, at least, which meant either Shelby was right or this was even more insulting. Either way, it was a win in the Little Dollie's book.

A win that was only dampened a little by the sports bra that smacked against her face. She flinched, a little taken aback by the suddenness of it, but recovered quickly.

"Gosh, I can see why! You've got some butterfingers on you, madam Cleo!"

She was tempted to throw her own shirt back in Cleo's face as she shed it, but decided against it. Open aggression like that would probably go against her character, and she figure that denying her rival a proper response would probably piss her off even more.

[Bare]

While not much it did give Cleo some measure of satisfaction to see her top smacking Dollie in the face brought at least some form of reaction. Of course it didn't last long before Dollie put her mask back up almost as quickly as it had faltered as the girl seemed to have a light turn on at hearing the mention of the tournament but asked one of the most insulting questions possible. "Did you get knocked out in the semi finals?"

It immediately caused Cleo to fume and feel her skin heat up furiously at the mention, her hands tightening into fists as it took nearly all her focus not to lunge and attack the pink haired girl before her. Plus the words she said after knocking her top down didn't help either as Cleo managed to just barely take in a deep, calming breath to try and keep herself together before flashing a dangerous, not so friendly smile at her opponent.

"Oh trust me... you'll see exactly what these fingers can do... after I beat you into submission!" Cleo hissed out loudly, kicking her tights away from her, leaving her fully nude and already began marching at Dollie as she did the same, and hopefully before she was done she'd rear her arm back and move to land a harsh slap across her face!

[Flamintree]

With her top off, it was a pretty simple matter of unclasping her bra and pulling down her suspender shorts to be down to her underwear. Glancing over at her opponent, she found that the older woman had already stripped down to her birthday suit and was storming towards her. Wuh oh. That didn't give her much time to react, but she made do with what little she'd been given.

Moving quickly, she pushed her panties down her legs to expose her nude body to the cameras and her rival. That wasn't her primary purpose, though. In a fight like this, ranged weapons were rare opportunities, and fortunately for the Little Dollie, she'd just gotten her hands at one. As Cleo thundered towards her, she tossed her panties at her opponent's face in an attempt to blind her.

No matter if her attack was successful or not, she immediately followed up by closing what distance remained and making a grab at her foe's hair. She got the feeling that her rival was the catty type like her, and what better way to start a fight between two bitches than a good bit of hairpulling for the cameras?

[Bare]

Cleo at this point was steaming mad and ready to unleash absolute hell upon her opponent reclaim the honor she felt was due to her from Outmatched In Oil tournament that she felt she was unfairly knocked out of. Not to mention this so-called doll was an expert in ticking Cleo off.

That was why for her, the pinkette getting down to her underwear was good enough for Cleo to march forward and prepare an assault on the lightweight! What Cleo didn't expect however was for Shelby to quickly take off her panties and launch them at Cleo's face!

"GAH! Fucking brat!" Cleo hissed out, getting hit right in the face, immediately closing her eyes and moving to grab the panties off her face, allowing Shelby to come in and grab Cleo by the hair!

"DAMN YOU!" Cleo hissed, her own hand coming up to grab a hand full of Shelby's hair as well! Not only that though, but she still had a hold of the panties Shelby had launched at her, as such Cleo would lift them up, and try pressing them against Shelby's face, hoping to distract and limit her ability to breathe while tugging hard on the girl's hair to try and gain dominance!