Blanco Sombre and Holly Matheson vs. S+M - Ménage à Quatre

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Slave Match
Match Stipulation: A tag team elimination match, with a few twists. First, the match can only be won by submitting one teammate and making the other orgasm in that order. Second, after the first wrestler is eliminated, the match changes to a tornado tag with no disqualification, allowing the team with two members (S+M, most likely) to gang up on the remaining opponwnr and work them over. Finally, it’s a POW match, with both members of the opposing team becoming property of the winners for a 24-hour period.

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Sabine was in a good mood. She was rarely not in a good mood, but today? Especially so.

Setting this match-up had taken no small amount of cajoling. While LAW officials were not opposed to experimenting, S+M were an untested commodity, with only a singles match under their, and one that had ended in a losing effort. Letting them try a new match against two of their more established talents was a big ask, and even Sabine was not so arrogant as not to see the risk she was asking them to take.

Thankfully, Sabine knew how to be quite convincing and could work the levers of politics when need be. It took a little arguing, a little intimidating, a little sweet talking, and a little threatening, but she was able to get the job done. Now S+M found themselves making their way down the ramp for their matches, stepping side by side as their music played in the background, their every footfall in time with the beat.

The Red Baroness

The Morrigan

Sabine remained as calm as always, bearing her usual smile. The Morrigan was much the same, though it had taken no small effort to get her that way after her loss to Blanco. That would always sting, and it was only when Sabine made clear all the possibilities that this tag match could hold that she eased up. Needless to say, she had plans for Blanco and his lady love, ones that would be indulged but with some limitations.

”I’m happy to see you in good spirits, dear. But remember the plan.” Sabine made her way up the steps, properly entering the ring, while Morrigan was content to simply hop on the apron and roll her way under the bottom rope. ”Blanco is yours to play with as you please, but I expect a light touch with Holly. A lighter touch, at least.”

”Pfft, we’ll see.” The Morrigan popped to her feet and bounced on her heels, getting limber as their music started to wind down. “As long as I get my fun, things’re fine. But if his little lady sticks her oar in, tries to interrupt? All bets are off.”

Sabine leaned against the turnbuckle and crossed her legs, making herself comfortable during the wait. She had never much liked expending energy before the fight started, preferring to go in light and work her way up. Unconventional, but it typically worked in her favor. ”I don’t see that as a problem. If Blanco is the man I believe him to be, he’ll strive to keep Holly at a distance and handle things himself. Easy prey. Once we’ve cast him aside, controlling her will be a simple matter.”

The Morrigan chuckled and rolled her neck about. ”Well, fuck, put some real thought into this. That Brit’s tits must’ve got you mesmerized.”

The Red Baroness folded her arms under her chest and licked her lips as she looked up the ramp, gazing towards the ramp from the shade of her cap. ”Something like that.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco and Holly emerged on the entrance ramp together, drawing cheers from the crowd. Blanco had been drawing fans since his re-emergence in LAW, but this was the first time that the British Bombshell was being seen in action in a while. The British Bombshell stood tall, smiling and waving to the fans, a familiar sight in her snug white ring gear … even if it was a bit more snug than it had been before her time off. It looked as though all the time Blanco had spent in the gym ensuring that he’d cut a striking figure in his tight white trunks, he’d been doing so without Holly.

Spoiler

The couple squeezed one another’s hands, then made their way down the entrance ramp. Bouncing with each step, they made their way briskly to the ring. Holly glared up at their opponents, while Blanco greeted fans. Reaching the edge of the ring, Blanco held Holly’s hand as she went up the steel steps, before he jumped up onto the apron himself. The couple wiped their boots on the apron, then struck a pose. Holly tucked her body flush against Blanco’s, the luchador pulling the Brit tight. They smiled and flexed for the fans, then Holly leaned back over the rope. With a little help from Blanco, Holly rolled over the top rope, kicking her legs high into the air before her boots came down on a successful flip! Holly held her arms high, looking more than a little pleased with herself at the entrance. Blanco followed close behind by vaulting over the ropes, hopping on his feet as he landed.

“Just like last time, Mister,” Holly said, not taking her eyes off their opponents. “Just beat her down, pin her to the mat, and we’ll head on home.”

“Sounds good to me,” Blanco said, stretching his legs by leaning back while gripping the ropes. “I have a few new moves I’m looking forward to trying out, and I’m sure Morrigan is going to be an excellent person to test them out on …”

The couple looked smooth and confident in their movements, and Holly was eager to show what she could do without the Loser’s Championship around her neck. What she didn’t understand was what this match was all about. The couple had still been in gorilla, Holly making certain she didn’t have a wedgie in her trunks before they made their entrance and had missed the announcer’s explanation. Holly wasn’t sure why a simple tag match had taken so long to book …

“You start them off, Mister,” Holly said. “Get them nice and winded for me, I’ll pack them up like I did that tart, Ossi …” Holly grinned, happily referencing one of her precious few wins in LAW.

“Sounds like a gameplan,” Blanco said, smiling and nodding. “Or as close as I ever get to one …” Blanco held down the middle rope, allowing Holly to step between the ropes and take her place on the apron. Blanco turned back toward the center of the ring, wondering who he would be starting things off against.

[BlackAkuma]

”Her tits are awesome.”

”They are indeed.”

S+M looked on as their opponents came down the ramp, sticking close to each other, holding hands, innocent and adorable. It was inspiring in a way, Sabine couldn't deny it. True, lasting relationships were so rare in wrestling, and even rarer in a place like LAW, where casual sex and licentious behavior were the order of the day. It was hard to imagine any relationship lasting for a real length of time, let alone thriving, and yet, here they were. Happy, committed, strong.

But untested love was worthless. Even the more sacred bones had to be strained from time to time if only to prove their integrity. Today, Sabine intended to present such a test.

She looked on as they did their routine, content to sit back and watch as the crowd showered them without adoration. Holly seemed to be in high spirits, bright and beaming in a way that few would suspect given her track record. Wisely, that exuberance didn’t seem to mean that she was starting off, however - no, Blanco would be doing those honors.

The Morrigan was ready to go, already bouncing, but Sabine stilled her with a hand on the shoulder as she side-eyed their opponents. ”Let me start against him.” That got a frustrated huff from her bruiser of a partner, but she was quick to douse the fire. ”I know, I know. You’ll have your pound of flesh soon, I promise. But they seem to have something of a plan, banking on his experience to work against you. Let’s throw them off, if only for a couple minutes.”

She didn’t seem keen on the idea, but Morrigan let it go with a gruff grunt and stepped back to the ropes. ”Fine. A couple minutes.” She held up her fingers. ”Two, just two.”

”Just two.” She gave Morrigan a nod, then turned about to face Blanco. She strolled forward with her arms up as the referee prepared to ring the bell, eager to lock up with him, but not without planting a few seeds, first.

”Greetings, Blanco. You seem quite confident, and I'm curious as to why this is.” She leaned forward, whispering just loud enough for the two of them to hear. ”Tell me, do you recall what happened the last time you tangled with a redheaded German dominatrix?”

[Luncha_Libre]

Looking across the ring, Blanco nodded as he saw Sabine was the one starting the match off. This was good and bad- he’d beaten Morrigan before, while Sabine was a total unknown, but at least he wasn’t going to have to take the brunt of Morrigan’s anger right off the bat. The luchador looked Sabine up and down, trying to get a read on her. Admittedly, Blanco hadn’t fought many topless women … well, not entirely true, there were a few times, back when he was young and needed the money, or just got talked into it. This was different, though.

“Ah, yeah …” Blanco nodded, as Sabine teased him over his loss to Eileen Somers. “Well, let’s just say I learned a few things from that one …” Blanco winced, remembering being sexually humiliated in the center of the ring, prompting Holly to try and ‘save’ him … only to get it worse than he had. From behind, Blanco could feel Holly glaring daggers into the ring, could practically hear her hands gripping the ropes in her corner at the reminder. Blanco tried to shake it off, letting the mind games wash over him.

The bell rang, and Blanco lunged into a lock up. Trying to keep an eye on where his hands were going, Blanco would attempt to shift his grip, trying to get a wrist lock on Sabine and twist her arm to immobilize her … while keeping her at a bit of a distance.

“There you go, Mister!” Holly called out from the corner, slapping the turnbuckle. “Just take her down to the mat and show her who’s boss! You’ve got this!” Holly smiled, waving to the fans and trying to rally them behind her team in the earliest stages of the match. Some of the fans started to clap along, as Blanco looked to secure the wrist lock and work that hold, trying to crank Sabine’s arm and keep her from getting the drop on him in the opening exchange.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, yes, he remembered. A painful memory, too.

Sabine had rewatched that match a couple of times in the lead-up to Blanco’s match with Morrigan, both for education and pleasure. It hadn't just given her a good idea of what the man was capable of but instructed her on his mental limits, how best to approach him, and what she could use to rile him up for maximum effect. She was confident in her approach, though not without a slight, cautious eye, knowing there were moments in that bout where he had seized the upper hand. Restrained optimism was called for.

”Have you, now?” She wiggled her fingers and closed as the referee moved back and called for the bell, starting the match in earnest. ”Let’s put that to the test, shall we?”

The two collided and vied for position straightaway, with Blanco showing he had little appetite to try and outmuscle her. They had only briefly touched before he seized her wrist and twisted it about with a deft move. Slick. It would’ve worked wonders on Morrigan with her inexperience.

But Sabine was not Morrigan.

”Eins.” She dipped and rolled forward, taking the pressure off her arm.

”Zwei.” She popped to her feet.

”Drei.” She ducked his arm, spun about, and promptly reversed the hold, putting Blanco in the same position she had just been in. A standard counter executed with practiced poise. She suspected he wouldn’t have any more trouble with it than she had, but it was more about sending a message than anything.

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco watched as Sabine readied herself, going down to the mat in the wrist lock but hardly stopping. The luchador had been in this exchange many times before, knowing what to expect. However, his mind was still grappling with the memories that she’d stirred up of being trapped beneath Eileen some time ago, a mix of shame and arousal starting to fog his mind for a moment. Blanco shook it off as Sabine hit ‘drei,’ spinning around and whipping him into the reversal of his hold!

“Look out, Mister!” Holly called out from ringside, concern on her face. The British Bombshell wasn’t used to a good back and forth, having rarely if ever had one herself, and she had no idea what she was looking at. What she did know, however, was that she wasn’t too fond of Sabine bringing up past losses to buxom redheads, especially when her man was currently fighting another buxom redhead in far less clothing than the last one. Holly gripped the rope, waiting to see how things would play out.

For his part, Blanco rolled through the reversal. The luchador tried to keep his body fluid at all times, knowing that movement was key to keeping himself alive against larger, stronger opponents, and this was no different. Still, Sabine was impressive enough that Blanco knew he didn’t want to do this forever. Hitting his shoulder and rolling through the hold, Blanco kept low instead of trying to land another reversal. With the pressure off his shoulder, Blanco popped his wrist to try and free himself. With his free hand, however, he reached out and gripped the back of Sabine’s knee from his position on the mat, yanking hard and going for a trip that would send the German dominatrix down to the canvas. If he could manage that, Blanco would follow through by throwing himself forward, trying to splash Sabine across the chest to knock some of the wind out of her!

[BlackAkuma]

Try as she might to keep her sultry facade, Sabine couldn't help but be thrilled as she landed the reversal on Blanco. It might not have seemed like much, but one of her great fears had been that, in LAW, she would be relegated to basic matches, only taking on men with a poor understanding of wrestling fundamentals in sexual matches. While she certainly craved those and planned to excel in them, she wanted to show her technical skills, as well. Blanco seemed like a prime candidate for that.

As if to reinforce her beliefs, he didn’t stay trapped in the hold for long, quickly rolling through and releasing the pressure. Sabine would’ve been content to continue their dance on their feet, but it seemed like her foe had wiser ideas - instead, he targeted her legs and caught her with a trip, knocking her down at the knees. She let out a surprised, undignified squawk and hit the mat.

She was only stunned for a second, but for a swift man like Blanco, that was twice as much time as he needed. Sabine had only begun to sit up before he came in again, leaping towards him for a splash. She saw it coming, but she wasn’t nearly so quick as to avoid it or get her knees up in time - no, this she would have to endure.

He came down hard, chest to chest, and she grunted as the impact drove the air from her body. The referee took a step in as if she expected a pinfall. She needn’t have bothered, however, as Sabine was quick to bring her shoulders up. She planted her feet on the mat and bridged hard, attempting to Blanco off her in a burst of explosive energy before he could capitalize on his position, then roll to her feet and create space. ”Eager to be on top, aren’t we? Unsurprising.”

[Luncha_Libre]

“That’s usually how pins work,” Blanco said a mixture of confusion and amusement in his voice. If the innuendo went over his head, however, it didn’t go over Holly’s. The British Bombshell already wasn’t feeling great about her man grappling with a buxom redhead that was basically half naked, but it was the business the couple were in. Gritting her teeth, Holly glared daggers at Sabine while clenching the rope.

“Ooo-er, watch yourself,” Holly shouted, “or I’ll have to come in there and teach you a thing or two, myself!” The British Bombshell leaned over the rope, her ample bust hanging over the tope rope as she stood on her tip toes, looking tense and ready to tag in. The British Bombshell hopped up and down on her heels, body jiggling a bit with anticipation. Blanco, meanwhile, kept on the move, not nearly ready to tag out of the ring just yet.

He hadn’t expected a real pin off that simple splash, even if the ref was obligated to come in and count. Getting Sabine to make the effort to kick out, however, was the real goal. The action was picking up and the fans were getting invested, and fortunately Blanco was starting to find his groove. Despite not rising to the bait of Sabine’s innuendo, however, there were some obvious responses to getting rolled across her ample, nearly-naked chest, which could eventually grow into a problem. Nonetheless, Blanco kept on the move.

Jumping up the moment Blanco sprung to his feet, the luchador whipped one leg up into the air as Sabine rolled to her feet. Turning his body as he leapt forward to close the distance, Blanco aimed to fire off a fast enzuigiri kick to the side of Sabine’s head. Throwing his weight into the kick, Blanco fired it off with practiced precision and enough power to stun if he was able to connect!

[BlackAkuma]

As much as Sabine was getting into the match, she couldn't help but smirk at Holly’s reaction. She’d suspected that the Brit would stick her oar in once they were rolling, no doubt put in considerable distress by her love’s contact with her. The German’s attire had a way of taking her opponent off guard, even in a league like LAW, and Blanco had already shown that he was not immune to the natural reactions that a man would have in such situations. It was a weapon she would be employing against him extensively as the match went on.

She didn’t respond to Holly, of course, save for a wink and smirk her way as she rose to her feet. The Morrigan, of course, was far less restrained. ”Oi, Brit!” She yelled across the ring, her boisterous Irish brogue carrying over the crowd’s rumbling. ”What’re you going to do if you get in, huh? Show her the best way to get your ass pinned?”

As much as Sabine would’ve loved to join the taunting, she had the more pressing matter to focus on, as Blanco sought to press his advantage. She had only just gotten to her feet and spun about to face him, when he came her way again, this time leaping up in the telltale motion for an enziguiri. It was quick and excellently executed, but Sabine’s reflexes served her well - she was able to duck in time to avoid it, with the kick coming so close to contact that it tipped her hat to the side.

Sabine pulled her hat back down, keeping her wild hair contained, as she rushed forward with open arms, coming at Blanco from behind after he came down from the kick. She wrapped her arms around waist and pulled him close, mashing his back against her chest, but it was a sensation he would not long enjoy.

Sabine planted her feet, jerked back and attempted to show Blanco that no one could do a German Suplex better than an actual German, as she tried to bring him up, over, and down with devastating force.

If she pulled it off, she would hold him afterwards, clutching his waist tight. She had plans…

[Luncha_Libre]

“You’re going to see what I can do, you slag!” Holly scowled, face flushing red down to her upper chest as she listened to Morrigan mocking her. Embarrassed at being called out by the boisterous Irish woman, Holly couldn’t wait to get into the ring and show the world why she was no longer the Loser’s Champion. When she returned her attention to the two in the ring, however, her eyes widened in shock and horror at the sudden twist in the match playing out! Holly's confidence was starting to take a hit from Morrigan's mockery, but the action in the ring made the British Bombshell clasp her hand over her mouth in shock.

“Damn!” Blanco hissed as his kick hit nothing but hat. Coming out of the swing, Blanco landed on unsteady feet. He started to right himself, but his commitment to the swing meant that his back was wide open for Sabine to mount him from behind, hooking him around his slender waist and pulling his body flush up against her nearly-nude curves!

“Aaghh …” Blanco moaned, both from the sudden rush of hot flesh against him, and frustration at getting caught! The luchador normally would have tried to flip through the suplex, but Sabine’s grip was tight, and there was the extra matter of his hard manhood getting in the way! His member ‘hooked’ on Sabine’s arm, the luchador knew that was going to limit his mobility. Knowing he was pretty much screwed on this one, Blanco opted to wrap his arms around his head and lower back as Sabine yanked him up and over to brace himself, so that when he came crashing down his limbs would absorb some of the impact!

“Aaaagh!” Blanco cried out, legs splayed out overhead and his shoulders against the canvas. His body rocked off the canvas, making Holly cry out in shock, rocking on the apron, body jiggling a bit at the ring-rocking impact. Blanco bounced, his legs flailing in the air as Sabine planted him upside down. The slender luchador squirmed in Sabine’s grip, legs lulling from one side to the other in a daze. Sabine’s arms kept him held tight, however, keeping Blanco from rolling off to the side to try and recover. Clearly, the dominatrix was not done with him yet!