Smack My Bitch Up (Melanie Isabella Andrews vs Ivan Rodriguez)

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Hentai Humiliation (with a Prisoner of War stipulation)
Victory Conditions: Securing the opponent's submission via sexual humiliation. The loser will become the prisoner of the victor for 24 hours.
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Melanie Isabella Andrews

This is ridiculous. Forced to change in a fucking janitor's closet. And for what? Because some bitch's phone broke? The nerve these little girls had, demanding not only an apology, but a replacement! If she cared that much about it, she never should've brought it out. Kept it in her locker. Or hell, never have brought it to the arena in the first place.

They would receive neither, and Melanie would subsequently have her locker emptied, and she'd be kicked out. And what's worse, when she took the matter to management, they all but laughed her out of the office like she was some fresh-faced nobody. But that's okay. They can go ahead and piss her off. It'll just be more energy to put towards beating the shit out of the man they have her facing tonight. Hentai Humiliation with a POW cherry on top. Twenty-four hours for her to do whatever the hell she wanted when she wins. It's exactly the kind of game she would've been looking for anyway.

That it's a man she's up against told her that somebody up in the chain had her interests in mind. She's had her eye on LAW since a little after its inception, so she knew that this was going to be a day off. The men in this promotion, as they are in general, are worthless. Good only for the entertainment value inherent in squash matches. It's no wonder why they're kept away from the serious competition: The title scenes, tournaments, the big events; they probably couldn't lace their own boots without help, let alone survive a legitimate match against a real wrestler. Especially against a boss ass bitch like her.

There's a lot that she can do with twenty-four hours. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Her

was played when she closed in on the curtain. The brainrotted audience showered her with more hate than they did last week. Again, fuck 'em. She still wasn't letting it break her stride, and she advanced to the ring with a large measure of a top girl's swagger, but there was purpose in her steps as well.

"M.I.A., I go H-A-M. Who's the HBIC?"

Why, I am. She pointed towards herself with both thumbs, paying the little people who disagreed little mind.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Hentai Humiliation match! Introducing first, standing at five feet and four inches, and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, from Miami, Florida...! Melanieeee Isabellaaaaaa Annnndrewwws!"

After entering the ring, she'd climb up to the second rope, giving the crowd -- and the Schadenfreudian fuckwits watching from behind a screen -- a good, long look at her, gesturing towards herself again in time with the lyrics.

"M.I.A., I go H-A-M. Who's the HBIC?"

Why, I am.

After stepping down, the HBIC would lean back into a corner and get settled, waiting for her bitch boy to be to enter the ring.

[MR. Q]

A POW match

Ivan shook his head in the backstage. What kind of fuck up matches is Mr. Q putting him up to. At this point, might as well call him a man-whore with how his getting passed around at this point.

Welp, at least it pays and it's for the boys and girls back home.

Just think of the money and keep your eyes on the prize.

If he can.

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Walking down the ramp with his usual entrance and the same crowd, for real. It's the same people as always. Must be stalkers. The scary part is that they are old women.

Shivers.

Entering the ring, Ivan sighs as he sees his opponent.

Finally someone ordinary. No obvious gimmick, no outlandish attire or an expensive one. Just plain sports attire.

No more extra expenses! God finally gave him mercy.

His actually crying tears of joy right now.