Bethany Hunter vs. Ayame Aoi - Humiliation Match

[Ichi]

Match Type: Humiliation
Rules: Victory by verbal submission only

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"This is it," thought Ayame as she paced around backstage. While Ayame was no stranger to fighting, the idea of fighting in front of a crowd made her nervous. Just six weeks ago, she had been homeless and living on the streets in America. Now, she was expected to go humiliate some girl, presumably in a sexual manner.

"Don't worry, you both signed a contract. You're legally allowed to molest her."

Those were the words that her manager had said to her. Despite that, Ayame still felt extremely uneasy about the situation. The last time she sexually-humiliated someone in a match, she got sent to prison for three years---

"---or maybe that was because I suspended her at the top of a fifty-foot flagpole. Which she subsequently fell from. But that was an accident," thought Ayame. "At least she lived."

Ayame closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, imagining herself dominating her opponent. Seeing her opponent be helpless against her assault. Relishing the sense of control. This was her job and this was her right.

After doing this mental exercise, Ayame felt more at peace with the situation. As she started to walk out from backstage, her entrance music began to play:

Entrance Music

Ayame's heart was racing as she confidently began to make her way down the ramp, paying no attention to the fans. The fans cheered hesitantly as they were unfamiliar with Ayame: understandable, given that this was her debut. As Ayame drew closer to the ring, her heartbeat slowed as her inhibitions melted away.

Once Ayame stepped the ring, she was no longer the same person that she was backstage. No longer was she a woman laden with doubts, fear, and inhibition---now, she was a monster with one goal: to dominate. She was here to hunt.

Ayame Aoi's appearance

Ayame Aoi's attire

Ayame is wearing a black, short-sleeved rashguard and black MMA board shorts.

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The loudest cheering came from a woman in the ringside seating area---Ayame's roommate and fellow wrestler, Claire Thomas. She eagerly watched as Ayame made her way to the ring.

Claire Thomas's appearance

"GO AYAME!!!" yelled Claire. "A-YA-ME!!! A-YA-ME!!!

Ayame turned to look at Claire, their eyes meeting. What Claire saw next sent chills down her spine: those were not the eyes she knew. Instead, those eyes burned with callous ruthlessness---underneath it all, however, Claire could still see the same sadness and pain that she had seen in Ayame's eyes before.

"Ayame... chan?"

[PrinceArjuna332]

Bethany Hunter was unaware of whatever inner turmoil that her opponent was having at the moment, since she was so focused on winning this match after having a long string of failures. It was rather discouraging to be known as that one girl who always ended up losing, and she was determined to change that by starting to win this one. And this match would be a humiliation match, where she was required to humiliate her opponent, even in sexual manner.

Steeling her resolve, Bethany would be ready for the match as she waited for her turn to make her entrance. Soon, her music was played, and she made her way out to the ramp as she waved her hand to the crowd. Receiving a lukewarm reaction, Bethany didn't allow that to discourage her as she walked down the ramp, heading over to the ring where she would be facing her opponent. And it seemed that her opponent was dressed rather modestly, at least compared to her who was wearing a leotard.

Bethany Hunter

Soon, Bethany reached the ring, and after entering, she would try to get the crowd cheering for her, with small success. After that, she looked at her opponent. At first, she thought about trying to talk to her, but then, she decided against it. They were going to humiliate each other in this match anyway, so being civil at the start of the match felt weird. So, she would head over to her corner to wait for the match to begin. She tried calming herself down, taking a deep breath as she kept her eyes on her opponent, Ayame.

[Ichi]

Thankfully, Bethany was not a newcomer: she had an established history within the promotion so there was information on her floating around. While Ayame had not gotten the chance to research Bethany as much as she had wanted to, Ayame still managed to learn a fair bit about her opponent beforehand. It seemed like Bethany was a pro-wrestler type who was relatively well-rounded in terms of her attributes: her strength, speed, and endurance seemed to be about average. On paper, she did not seem that bad but for whatever reason, she had a 2-9 record. In regards to hentai, it appeared that she only had two matches, one win and one loss.

Nothing Ayame couldn't destroy.

Ayame paced around the ring, her eye's glued on Bethany as she made her entrance. Once Bethany entered the ring, Ayame would stare right into her eyes while continuing to pace, waiting to see if there were any chinks in Bethany's armor.

DING! DING!

Immediately after hearing the bell, Ayame would step forward and attempt to fire off a jab-cross-right low kick combination. The jab-cross would be aimed at Bethany's head and the low kick would be aimed at the side of Bethany's left thigh. After firing off her combination, Ayame would push off her left leg to attempt to cut an angle, positioning herself behind Bethany.

Part of Ayame's plan involved attacking Bethany's legs to take away her mobility: if Bethany's legs are compromised, then her ability to throw strikes and grapple would be severely impacted. And if one leg kick didn't do the job then hopefully multiple leg kicks would. Ayame wished to slowly break Bethany down and make her lose hope.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Waiting for the match to begin at her corner, Bethany kept her eyes on Ayame, and when it was time to fight, she left the corner and get into position. But as soon as the bell was rung, she saw Ayame suddenly cutting the distance between the two of them. Unable to bring her defense up at the right moment, Bethany ended up taking those hits from her opponent.

"UWAHH!! AAHHH!!"

Bethany cried out in pain from all those hits that she had just taken. As she struggled to regain her bearing and try to bring her defense up, her opponent had already made her next move, getting herself behind her and targeting her legs, causing Bethany to fall down onto the mat. With her legs being targeted, Bethany was having trouble pushing herself up, and now writhing on the mat, she became an easy target for Ayame to attack.

[Ichi]

Ayame had not expected her opponent to go down so easily. No matter---that just makes things easier for her. Ayame would attempt to land a diving punch to Bethany's solar plexus. If that worked, Ayame would try to get into the full mount position and start unzipping Bethany's leotard.

"I don't care if I end up killing you," Ayame would say. Of course, this was a lie, however: Ayame was not a psychopath. She merely wanted to terrify Bethany.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Taken down by Ayame's sudden attack, Bethany looked at her opponent with widened eyes, not expecting this kind of brutality from her opponent. After having her lungs emptied by a punch into her solar plexus, she wheezed as she opened her mouth wide, struggling to breathe. At the same time, Ayame had already mounted her body and started unzipping her leotard.

"Hghaa... w-what are y-you..." Bethany couldn't complete her question as she thought that she needed to do something. Those words of her opponent were frightening enough that she would try to deter her opponent from going through with whatever she was currently doing by attempting to twist her body to the side, hoping to get Ayame off of her body, freeing herself at the same time.

[Ichi]

Immediately after feeling Bethany try to twist to the side, Ayame would attempt to switch to a side mount position, positioning herself to Bethany's right. If that worked, Ayame would attempt to throw knees to Bethany's side, targeting her liver and hopefully causing a ton of pain.

"I'm serious," Ayame would say in a deadpan manner. Like a hound going after its prey, Ayame could sense the fear that Bethany was feeling---and she wouldn't stop until she made the kill. "You might die."

Now, in truth, Ayame was not a person who used violence for its own sake. She was more interested in controlling her opponents and breaking them down rather than causing actual harm. Despite this, Ayame was not against hurting her opponents and she certainly was not against psychologically torturing them either.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Even as Bethany tried to roll herself to her side, Ayame didn't get herself off of her, and she decided to target her side with her knee, causing Bethany to cry out in pain some more.

"UAAHHHH!!!"

With fear apparent in her eyes, Bethany tried to throw a few stray punches at Ayame, but it would be ineffective, and she was still under the mercy of her opponent. From what she could see so far, her opponent wasn't interested in showing her mercy.

[Ichi]

Ayame did a good job of controlling Bethany's arm so her strikes did not land. Still, Ayame was tired of Bethany's struggling. Ayame would attempt to throw several elbows at Bethany's head, hopefully stunning her.

"Pathetic," Ayame would say.

Then, if that worked, Ayame would attempt to press the palm of her left hand over Bethany's nose and mouth. This measure was not necessarily meant to suffocate Bethany, however---it was more meant to make her feel uncomfortable and draw her focus to Ayame's hand. While Bethany was (hopefully) distracted by Ayame's hand, Ayame would once again attempt to unzip Bethany's jumpsuit. Ayame would be careful to still keep her weight over Bethany to make it difficult for her to escape.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Bethany's attempt to hit Ayame was unsuccessful, and she remained underneath her opponent. She then took a few elbow shots to her head, leaving her stunned and disoriented. After that, Ayame decided to cover her nose and mouth with her palm, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Mmmphhh... mmmhhh..."

At the same time, Ayame also went to unzip her leotard, and at this point, Bethany was unable to stop her opponent from doing that. She could only squirm helplessly underneath her opponent, and there was nothing she could do to stop whatever dark machination that her opponent might have.