Hunter’s Moon: Blake Belmont vs. Zane Lambert

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Match Type: No Disqualifications.
Stipulations: Anything Goes, Weaponry Allowed.
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Knockout.

Drunken revelry and obnoxious Halloween music overwhelmed what would have typically been just another uptight and strait-laced company party filled to the brim with LAW executives making banal small talk. Well, those LAW executives and corporate drones were still all in attendance here tonight, except some were even wearing expensive Halloween costumes to celebrate the festivities, and nigh all of them carried sparkled champagne glasses wherever they roamed as they feasted and imbibed the well catered event to their hearts content. All in celebration of another profitable fiscal semester as Jack-O-Lanterns and candles flickered and tawdry fake spider webs swayed from overhead balconies. Other business entrepreneurs and even Hollywood celebrities were mixed within this seasonal gathering for what high society deemed to be one of the more exclusive social events of the year. "...*sigh*...I have every right to ditch this clown show..." Blake lamented her situation as she peeked from behind the curtain at the corporate fat cats and the absurd DJ decked out as Frankenstein, she herself already dressed in her form-fitting wrestling attire and still not believing that her debut match within the wresting world was going to be as the entertainment for what were ostensibly the business tycoons who ran the entire wrestling federation that she just signed a contract with. And here she thought her debut match was going to be in the middle hour of some whatever TV taping. A small part of her actually may have preferred it, honestly.

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Blake Belmont

Tempted though Blake was to call this whole escapade off for the sake of her pride, her talent agent emphasized just how much of a boon this would be for her fledgling career if she showed up and showed out. Not to mention that the payout for just this one night of work almost made her choke on her herbal tea when she first got the news. Loathe though she was to accept, the promise of frequent bookings and ludicrous payouts were what ultimately tipped the scales in favor of making this Halloween party one to remember. But that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. The signal for her impending entrance came in the form of DJ Frankenstein requesting the audience's attention and announcing "...the night's macabre main event and hellacious highlight of this ghoulish gala~..."Blake pinching her nose from the sheer cringe as her rocking theme started playing throughout the speakers, sighing away her resignations as she stepped through the curtains with a determined gait and bewitching gleam to her amber iris'. A raucous reaction from the party members as they either settled into their seats or crowded up at the railings, the Shadowcat climbing up the steps and seating herself on the top turnbuckle with feline poise with a wafting hand through her hair as lights flickered for her entrance. A nimble leap taken from there back to the ring canvas, taking time to stretch her back in preparation for her adversary's own entrance...

[Bare]

"Go go go go go!"

Unlike his opponent who waited behind the curtain Zane had been mingling with the crowd prior to the match, hyping it up for the high class crowd and after getting acquainted with some younger patrons, apparently some finance investors working for LAW's finance division... well lets just say Zane's inner frat creeped out as he blasted through shots to the cheering of his new buddies, finishing in just over a minute. "Woooooooo!" Zane cried out as he finished emerging to high fives and whoops before the lights shifted and music start. "Yooooo bro I think that's you're opponent!" Came the call from one of the dude bros while Zane turned to look in the direction of the make shift ramp, his eyes immediately lighting up.

"Fucking score!" Zane said with a pump of his fist, at first being a little unsure of the fact he wouldn't know who his opponent would be when initially approached about this. But the party atmosphere and massive payday had been more than enough to win him over. But now? Seeing the absolute BABE he'd be rolling around with he was just counting his lucky stars to have been approached about this. "Wish me luck bros!" Zane cheered as Blake finished her entrance and quickly ran back to the entrance area, just in time for his own entrance music to play, with Zane pretty much running right out to make his entrance!

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Using this particular song for the first time Zane felt it was rather fitting, especially given the theme of the party. Really he just wished he could have worn a costume to match but the top brass insisted that he wear his normal attire. So that's exactly what Zane did, coming onto the entrance ramp, turning and unzipping his jacket down in a teasing way until it was unzipped before strutting down the ramp, smirking cockily as he did so, admittedly having a bit of a pre match buzz going on. Approaching the ring and stepping through the ropes and into the ring he would shimmy his jacket off before tossing it out into the crowd and turning to face Blake with a smirk on his face.

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Looking her up and down from across the ring to check her out up close Zane couldn't help but get even more excited. "Supppp babe. Don't be too scared. I promise to make this fun for the both of us as well as the crowd." Zane said with a wink and flirty tone in his voice, even walking forward a bit till he was in the center of the ring. "In fact... Here's to a great dance m'lady... and hopefully some fun afterwards." Zane said in a exaggerated tone, complete with a grand bow and flourish of his arms while looking up at Blake with a grin on his face, no doubt influenced by some desires involving Blake outside this ring.

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"Yooooo bro I think that's your opponent!"

Blake's ear twitched from faintly overhearing someone within the swath of party guests mention something about an opponent...but dismissing it with a shrug of her shoulders and attributing it to hearing things amidst the rabble of inebriated party goers. Somewhere within this labyrinthine mansion was apparently a subsection of testosterone fueled meatheads making this Halloween party seem more like an all-night kegger. Blake sighed in reservation as the reasons for her ditching this entire fiasco continued to mount by the second, but the taciturn bookworm remained resolute in adhering to her contract and surviving the night with her head held high, dignity untarnished, and obviously a notch in her win column. Besides, she figured that the absolute last thing she needed to be concerned with were all the corporate CEO's hobnobbing amongst themselves and random dude bros chugging down kegs through a plastic tube and a funnel. Especially when she's been given scant little information about her adversary for the night aside that it was some streamer guy with a substantial presence on social media. Not exactly the most flattering description, but Blake opted to not allow herself to be swayed by conjecture since first impressions mean so much these days. Blake seated upon the top turnbuckle when DJ Frankenstein started playing her foe's theme...

Blake not..."hating," the rhythmic tune and chorus of the theme. Even compelled to bob her head to it from time to time. But she was honestly becoming more intrigued as to who her opponent for the night was. Blake allowing herself to briefly imagine that it could be a suave gentleman or charismatic loner type. Someone she briefly fantasized about meeting and sweeping off her feet whenever she was lost within one of her numerous romance novels~...unfortunately, that elaborate thought bubble was sufficiently popped the instance Zane made his flaunting presence know. Blake cocking one eye in baffled confusion at the provocative streamer flaunting himself around the ramp and performing more of an elicit striptease for the ladies rather than an actual wrestling entrance as he unzipped his jacket and hurled into the audience. Someone who apparently took record time in macking on Blake as she approached him in the middle of the ring, who noticed something immediately. "SUP, BABE?...Y-You're joking, right!? Tell me he's joking..." Blake asked the adjacent referee who didn't get a word in edgewise before the vexed catgirl turned back towards Zane. "What are you, 12? And you can't honestly expect to wrestle like this. You're obviously hammered. Knocking back a couple of beers isn't exactly a genius level play before a match you know..." Blake admonished with her arms folded beneath her bountiful bust, scowling through golden iris' as the reasons for her ditching this entire fiasco CONTINUED to accrue...

[Bare]

Entering the ring with all the swagger and energy possible for someone who loved to flaunt as much as he did Zane would look around and smile smugly at the crowd who cheered and hollered with some boos. But the fact he had been partying with some of them prior to the match starting was a definite plus for his favor in terms of how they viewed him. All in all fairly positive for the most part given most of his entrances and how people typically viewed him. All except for one person. That person being the one standing across from him in the ring, Blake Belmont. Who evidently wasn't impressed with his presentation or attempt at flirting and apparently taking it as a prank or something and asking if he was serious about wrestling in his current state.

All of which Zane just waved off with a lackadaisical grin. "Pffft hammered? I've only had two drinks." Zane said but it was definitely more than a few drinks, though admittedly he was more buzzed than he was hammered but he doubted Blake cared for semantics like that, plus Zane's attention would be drawn a bit... lower towards Blake's sizeable chest being pushed up further by her arms crossed under her chest, looking at it for a solid moment before regaining his focus and looking back up into the intense amber eyes of his opponent. "But if you don't like the game I got itz all good baby, I'll show you what I got in the ring instead." Zane said tauntingly towards her while raising his hands up in full preparation to lock up with Blake as the bell rang starting the match.

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"...*sigh*...Certainly hope you're more convincing the next time a cop pulls you over..." Blake soberly remarked in response to her adversary obviously underplaying just how many Solo cups he chugged downed before stepping through those ring ropes tonight, begrudgingly admittedly that he would almost be cute if it wasn't for that gigantic chip on his shoulder. It was times like these that made Blake earnestly consider that she may be the one sane person trying to make sense of an insane world given how much of the audience rallied behind the charismatic streamer with an overblown sense of self-confidence. By now having pieced together that Zane was assuredly amongst those raucous hooligans she overheard earlier, she found herself acting more like a referee than the actual pin-striped official standing beside her now stating that the match was to continue as scheduled. Blake attempting to see eye to eye with Zane about the blatant irresponsibility of his actions...

...unfortunately though, his wandering eyes were more concerned with other matters. Deadpanned apathy awaited the streamer once he was through ogling her swelled bust and did her the polite kindness of remembering where her eyes were. Subtlety was most definitely not, his forte. "This night just keeps getting better, and better. Fine, whatever. Can't say I didn't warn ya, hotshot. I guess this'll be worth it just to teach you to stop calling me babe already..." Blake sighed in reservation that apparently her adversary wasn't about to let a little inebriation prevent him from potentially being stretchered out and waking up in some hospitals drunk tank in the morning. The Shadowcat stretching out her back, entering her own stance as the bell rang and accepting the offered lockup, but only briefly before swiftly transitioning it into a snug side-headlock. Entrapping his cranium between her snuggled softness and tightened bicep with Blake bearing down atop him.

[Bare]

Zane chuckled a bit after refocusing back on Blake's as he heard what the woman said, still taking it with his rather cavalier attitude and not a drop of shame or concern in his voice about the bout ahead. Especially since the ref was backing him up and keeping the match active despite Blake's protest. "Ok ok so babe is off the table... how about kitten instead?" He asked in a playful tone just before they locked up with Blake wasting no time in catching Zane in a side headlock, pressing his face against her bountiful chest, a position he didn't exactly mind whatsoever.

"Ngh..." He let out as a mix between a groan and a moan, his arms coming around her waist, with his hands sliding up her stomach and up to her chest, Zane's hands grabbing and groping her breasts rather tightly, hoping that the sudden squeeze would distract her. If it did he would try to use the chance to pull his head free from her headlock before lifting her up suddenly by her chest, extending his knee in the process to try and bring Blake crashing down tailbone first onto his knee with a atomic drop! Should that move land successfully Zane would give an extra tight squeeze of her chest before throwing himself backward to try and land a follow up boob plex on her!

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Reticent though Blake appeared to be about wrestling with someone who was apparently on the cusp of being three sheets to the wind, she acknowledged that ultimately the decision was out of her considerate hands regardless. Opting to instead look on the bright side of this entire ludicrous situation as an opportunity to claim a decisive victory over an obviously helpless drunkard and take her leave before any of these privileged aristocrats start assuming they even have one iota of a chance smooth talking her into any of these backrooms. She's already spied several inebriated couples wandering into them with bellowed laughter and practically spilling their glasses of champagne. Blake could at least give Zane credit from being upfront about his lecherous intentions instead of hiding behind an Eyes Wide Shut mask and faux nobility, a steadied breath taken as she straightened her stance in the side headlock.

"...*sigh*... Well, it's not particularly original, but I suppose it's a slight improvement over whatever else you could have-" Blake's feline figure stiffened with a halted breath when wriggled hands clawed into her fulsome flesh, startled into releasing the headlock before hoisted and dunked tailbone first onto Zane's outstretched knee. "YIAAH!!!" A quivered jiggle of her backside accompanied torrents of anguish quaking throughout Blake's spine, the Shadowcat only possessing a split second to settle herself on Zane's knee when the world turned upside down from enduring a Boobplex as the humiliating cherry on top. Blake soundly plummeting onto her back and shoulders in mired misery until jostling over herself and sagging against the ropes while facing the frenetic audience now praising Zane with rallied adulation. One hand soothing her miserable rump with Blake in rattled embarrassment and justifiable disorientation...

[Bare]

Buzzed or not Zane had meant what he said when he professed that he was still very much capable of fighting in his current state and Blake was feeling the full effect of what Zane could do and maybe regretting a fair bit underestimating him. Getting back to his feet and smiling ear to ear Zane would do a slow turn drinking in the praise of the crowd before turning to face his opponent and grew even more excited at seeing just what was in front of him. Pointing his hand in a gun shape towards that full moon facing him he would make a motion as if shooting it before breaking into a run, looking like he was about to do some big running attack right to Blake's derriere! Only Zane would actually stop dead in his tracks right as he was within range, instead raising his arm up and then bringing an open palm down hard as possible to slap that big booty with everything he had! Assuming this caused Blake to shoot up off the ropes he would try to reach up and grab her head before she could get too far, turning and with her head in tow before dropping down, trying to land a neck breaker on Blake!

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Thankfully, Blake wasn't the vainglorious or stubborn type who couldn't fathom that they may have made a mistake. Actually, for Blake it may be several mistakes. All beginning with making assumptions about Zane that seemed warranted given his slurred speech, inebriated gait and apropos catcalling. Blake's expectation for a rudimentary pin count victory with her black boot comfortably settled on the heaving pectorals of a hammered dude bro being shattered by the kneaded fondling of her knockers. Now aghast in shock before having her tailbone smashed and suffering the indignity of a boobplex. The Goth Bookworm understandably taken aback and rattled by whatever in the world just happened as she slouched against the ropes, unaware of the obscene theatricality taking place behind her as Zane rallied the partygoers behind him. Particularly the frat house fandom offering a "whhhooooooAHHHH!!" throughout Zane's hyped up wrestling technique that just ended up being a rump quaking spank to her bodacious cake that brought an applauding cheer from the audience and Blake stiffened up to her tip toes. Clutching her sore backside as she backpedaled in wordless outrage when her head was clasped onto from behind. "...Hgh...You...can't be...serious..." Blake muttered with Zane's arms clutched around her neck, unwillingly following her foe's motions until dunked downward in the neckbreaker. Blake bellowing out an anguished groan as she flopped beside Zane with both hands cradling the back of head and neck...

[Bare]

Zane smirked as he sat up following the neck breaker on Blake landing without issue. Looking over his shoulder at the fallen woman he would chuckle and admit she still looked good even while holding her neck and cringing in pain she still looked god damn good. Honestly it was just such a shame she was so uptight. If only he could get her to chill and let go a bit... Oh. Oh that gave him an idea. Ginning wickedly as he got up Zane would walk to the edge of the ropes where he asw some of the dude bros he'd been partying with. "Yo bro toss me one of those buzzies!" He shouted to one of the more portly guys looked confused but shrugged before tossing him up a black ball shaped container that Zane would hold up to show everyone as a Buzzball. Specifically a espresso martini flavored one. Only six and a half ounces but packing fifteen percent alcohol definitely lived up its name... But it wasn't for Zane.

Approaching a hopefully still stunned Blake he would reach down and lift her up into a seated position. "Hey everyoneeeee! I think this cute kitty could use a pick me up!" He yelled which caused the crowd to cheer in response as he wrapped his leg over one of Blake's arms to keep her from using it. Meanwhile he'd pop the buzz ball open then use his free hand to give a hard pinch to Blake's chest to try and illicit a quick cry of pain from the girl. If done then he'd use that moment to push the buzz ball into her mouth, tilting it to pour the liquid into Blake's mouth and down her throat, his other hand coming up to Blake's chin to hold her mouth open and, once he was sure the contents of the drink were mostly gone he'd toss it before force Blake's mouth closed to insure she wouldn't be able to spit it out! "Trust me babe you'll have a lottt more fun if you just go with it." He whispered with a grin while holding her mouth shut and trying to keep her in place.