Creampuff vs. Cinnamon Roll! Barbara vs. Miss Fallacy

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Collar hentai humiliation POW match

Win by making your opponent orgasm while collared. Winner claims the loser as a POW for the evening


Barbara was in a bit of a dark place. Recent events had left her feeling quite humiliated, with match losses and even worse embarrassment outside of the ring. Her image as a perfect idol had been shattered and her name dragged through the mud. Even her fans had changed a bit and turned on her, though they still loved her now it was because most of them loved seeing her get beat up! That wasn't what Barbara wanted, she wanted to be the idol they looked up to in their hearts, not some cute hot jobber slut! She needed to make some kind of a change to get out of her funk, to get some success back and rebuild her image in the eyes of everyone so she could get taken seriously.

One of the idol's music videos played over the speakers as she came onto the ramp. Barbara wore her usual outfit, the tight-fitting white leotard showing off her stunning figure. She smiled her perfect idol smile, winking and waving to the crowd. Though the crowd gave her a positive reaction, she could tell there was an undercurrent running through the cheers that unsettled her. She could tell on their faces that though they showed her their support, they were also eager to see her getting embarrassed and humiliated. Too many of them had those disgusting little smirks on their face.

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Not that they were wrong in expecting something humiliating happening in this fight. After all, that was what it was billed to be. Either Barbara or her opponent was going to get collared, humiliated, forced to cum, and then dragged backstage as a prisoner. Barbara had already done that twice to other wrestlers, she knew what it entailed. She had no intentions of letting that happen tonight to her if she could help it.

Taking a deep breath after she rolled into the ring, Barbara stood up and took the microphone from the announcer. "Hello everyone!" she called out, giving the crowd another big wave, "Thank you all for coming out and showing your support! Tonight's match will be... entertaining for sure! I hope you are all ready for a great show!" The crowds cheered didn't buoy Barbara up the same way it did in the past. She knew now that their support was quite fickle, and they didn't necessarily want her to win. Seeing their idol lose and get humiliated was just as good for most of them!

"I can't let that happen," Barbara thought. She had been through enough recently. "Sorry Miss Fallacy, but I'm going to have to destroy you tonight!"

[Monsy]

The avenue of sex within the ring hadn’t come since her debut.
For good reason.
All it took was one daring ignorance, and Evelyn’s body was reaped of any decency and capacity to fight, all in twenty minutes. Nothing to speak of and report home. She’d never tell her folks what happened. It never did happen, in their eyes and that’s how she wanted it. Sure, losing was fine… Evelyn Fallanger was accustomed to struggle, but not that… If she were to retire one day… What would future employers find? A-Ah… The thought was making her fingers fidget. This new day, entering not only an arena where sex is allowed, but she’d not even have the ignorance. Today, she was willingly walking herself into a hentai match. She wore a dark-red blush on the way to Gorilla. Her legs dragged like sandbags, and the hinges were removed from her ankles, lopping around and causing semi-frequent trips as she pondered what strategy she could even muster. What hand dexterity can these trembling plights of silky-lithe hands muster? Or her mouth that felt like a sponge. Knees turned to water and her shoulder butted against the wall, inching with noodles. Breathing picked up and her palms felt unnaturally sweaty. Her chest ached, and the pain grew until she was heaving. “Can’t… Can’t…”

Evelyn slid down the wall and sat in the hall, knees by her chest, hugging them. Her head dipped into her legs, groaning as she held her head, still panting like a dog. In this little dark world, there was some form of safety.

‘Can I do this?’ Can she really? It feels like marching into your death, doesn’t it? It does. ‘Why am I doing this?’ Well, for attention… Wasn’t that what you had last time? You wanted it by the end. Don’t lie… We know ever thought you have, Evelyn… ‘I didn’t…I just wanted a good debut…’ Well, doesn’t everyone? Why are you moping about what’s already done. You’re bottom of the card. They give you this match because it’s the only place worth seeing you compete. The only kind of draw you are. ‘That’s wrong…’ At twenty-five. Washed up already. ‘Stop it…’ Loser. ‘I’m not’ Loser. ‘I’m not!’ Then prove it…

Evelyn’s head slowly lifted from her knees and she wobbled to get on all fours, then re-take her feet. She still wore her blush, and reached across her chest to grab her other arm… “I can do it.” She said aloud, then continued to walk, “I-I can do it… I… can… do it!... B-Bang!”

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Her music struck not long later. The crowd livened to the lovable face that strutted out, turning her head side-to-side to the beat, and wearing a smile that would make a tsundere’s facade melt away. She stopped at the ramp, armed her hands with finger guns, and pointed at both sections of the crowd, “Bang, Bang!” On cue, her forearms folded up, and she blew over her index before strutting down the ramp with forced confidence. She made headway to both audience sides, high-fiving and bro-fisting all the strangers who had their hands out. One finger-gunned her, and she retreated just a couple of steps, holding her heart, “You shot me! Oh no!” Her tongue stuck out the corner to mimic death, then gave the fan one last closed-eyed toothy smile, kissed by the most animated wave before she continued, and made a lap around the ring to wave and finger-gun all those who cheered her on! She scaled those steps quickly and stepped inside the ring, mounting the turnbuckle pads, one foot on the second, the other on the top; and she pointed out, closing one eye and pursing her lips. This time, she didn’t fire, instead, she hopped down and aimed that last finger-gun at her opponent, “Bang!” She said, cocking her arm up and then letting it fall. It seemed courteous to wave and take the ring’s heart, for she had something eager to say. “Hello! I am Miss Fallacy and we’ll be uuuum… Y-Yeah. You’re the girl that did an interview with Casey Kierman, right?! I super-loved it, you and Casey both!”

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Her opponent certainly looked confident, Barbara thought, as she watched Miss Fallacy make her way down to the ring, decked out in her stars and stripes bikini and cowboy-themed outfit. It brought a little smile to her face, giving her a nostalgic reminder of her home. But as Miss Fallacy got closer though, Barbara could tell there was a bit of uncertainty on her face. The idol knew what to look for, she was an expert at faking emotions after all. The over-enthusiasm, hyping up the fans, those were all things Barbara did to mask her own nervousness and misgivings. Seeing her opponent do the same brought a little comfort to the idol's troubled heart.

Barbara played along as Miss Fallacy pointed a finger gun at her, her hands clutching at her chest as if she had been shot. Her opponent's entrance amused her and put her at ease. She was about to give Miss Fallacy a bright idol greeting, but then she opened her mouth and immediately soured the mood. Barbara struggled to maintain the smile on her face when Miss Fallacy mentioned, of all people, that stupid interviewer that humiliated her only days prior. Her mouth twitched as anger immediately filled her, her face slowly turning red.

"Ah... So that's where you know me from?" Barbara asked, her voice barely able to hide her fury, "I hope you're not mocking me Miss Fallacy... That wouldn't be a good thing to do right before this kind of match!" Barbara let that threat hang in the air as she smiled, her blue eyes flashing with fury as they met her opponent's. There was no way Barbara would let this girl humiliate her the same way Casey did, she was never going to let that happen again!

[Monsy]

Was that red? Were they embarrassed or angry? Something about that look was neck hair-raising, but she was a little confused. Did she just say something wrong? Of course, she did… Maybe? Er… Her smile drooped, so one side curled, the other weighed down by worry. Her hands came up shoulder height, “No, of course not! I-I was just saying I found it entertaining, that’s all! Like, it was super great and I loved it, and you, and Casey, and uh, every second! You know? I didn’t mean to mock you, I swear.” She nodded rapidly, then shook her head sideways to strangle her mind off lesser-great things.

“A-Anyways. I hope this match goes well!…” She rubbed her nape, and confusion swivelled her head, trying to place just where the collar might be. The scenery of it all. The crowd’s eyes were different here. Even the air felt, warmer? Was it? Were there sex toys around? Perhaps a bed would lower from the ceiling so it would hurt less… Maybe her opponent will just roll over and take it? Do they like this sorta thing? “And… I’m… super-super-super sorry for what I’m going to have to do… But, at least you might… um… enjoy it, yeah? This is my first time doing this sort of thing in the ring, so take it on me, please!” She winked and delivered one last finger gun. It was almost trembling, but she managed to harden her smile into its two-million-dollar beauty! After, she retreated, almost hurriedly to try and disengage before she stumbled into another mistake. And to, well, get this over with. The best option for a woman who wasn’t used to the water was to dive in and bear it all!

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Seeing Miss Fallacy's reaction, Barbara still couldn't quite figure out if her opponent was mocking her or if she really was that airheaded. Even if she had just watched the interview surely she'd have picked up how nasty things were getting towards the end. And surely she knew about the match afterwards. Barbara closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, don't think about that!" she told herself. None of that mattered now anyways, as what she needed to do was beat this pretty babyface and utterly humiliate her!

The idol walked right up to Miss Fallacy, one hand pointing right into her chest. "Don't mention Casey or that interview again, OK?" Barbara said in her threatening tone. Then it seemed like the angry clouds parted, as she smiled brightly again. "Alright! Let's have a good match!"

She was right to guess that Miss Fallacy wasn't ready for this kind of match, the girl practically admitted as much when she babbled out that this was her first time doing such a thing. It might have made Barbara go easy on her, had she not riled the idol up unintentionally. The idol finished stretching out in her corner, feeling all warmed up and ready. She turned and flashed Miss Fallacy her bright idol smile again as the match began.

As the bell rang, Barbara moved out of her corner and immediately went for a lock-up with her opponent. She would grab Miss Fallacy in a collar and elbow, trying to test her opponent's strength and technical skill. The idol would push up hard against the mats with her strong legs, pushing hard to try and drive Miss Fallacy back into her corner to start off this match!

[Monsy]

Just what did she do wrong? That look in their eye was like an open book. But the words on the page, slapped and glued together, made no sense. She’d try to keep reading, but they’d cut her off, and to that, Evelyn just felt like sinking. Perhaps it’s time to quit, just for a little while… “A-Ah… O-Ok, I guess?” Rapid blinks spelled away her confusion as they continued on, switching away from the anger for a glimmer of that returning sugar. Evelyn quirked a grin back, though it took some time to reinstate her status quo. The end result was something forced, uneased, but convincing as she nodded like an excited puppy. “Y-Yeah, let's do our best!”

She took her corner-time with great glee and longing. The bliss of ropes, fending off the idea of what she was about to do. What might happen. It was gnawing at her knees, elbows, neck, mind and warmed her face as she watched the referee, looking at them with this internal wish they’d delay it a few more seconds. But even that seemed futile. The bell rang and her entire face winced into wrinkles. Less than a moment, and they descended. Evelyn only stumbled out a few instinctive steps before she was snatched, and her arms replied in kind. Their momentum put her on the backfoot, and Evelyn peeked an eye, looking down to see their legs wrestle over hers. “Nnnggh.” This battle was already lost. Evelyn’s back neared the corner. Her spine tingled. Then she placed a boot back and found the second turnbuckle pad, temporarily stopping her rapid crash into the corner. “H-Hah… You’re really good!” However, any push from here curled her shoulders back and forced an arch. So, Evelyn hopped on that foot, standing on the second pad, then stepping up again to claim the hop, and hopping over Barbara’s shoulder, still gripping collar and elbow, hoping to land on their opposite side, with their back now facing the turnbuckle, where she’d finally retort with a counter-push! “But I know some tricks…”

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Barbara's aggressive grappling put Miss Fallacy on the backfoot, driving her back towards her corner as the idol overwhelmed her with a show of strength. This first challenge gave Barbara a measure of her opponent's strength and skill, and it was found wanting. That made the idol grin, as she anticipated that she would be able to easily overcome her bright and cute opponent. She was still a bit angry that Miss Fallacy went straight for that horrid interview to incite anger in her, but all that would be ameliorated once she had the poor cutie tied up in a submission hold cumming her brains out.

That is, until Barbara realized that her opponent had a counter in mind. She noticed that Miss Fallacy had her legs on the ropes a second too late to stop her from using them to jump up, vaulting herself over the idol using the same hands that were locked in a grapple! Even Barbara had to admit that was a clever move, making a mental note to keep that in her arsenal for the future.

But right now she was in trouble. "Oof!" Barbara gasped as Miss Fallacy pushed her from behind into the turnbuckle. She brought her hands up to protect her face from banging into the thin pads, her body taking the brunt of the blow. Barbara grit her teeth, furious she had been made a fool of. She would immediately strike back, her hands gripping onto the ropes to steady herself as she threw a mule kick backwards, hoping to catch Miss Fallacy in her exposed gut to knock the wind out of her and send her reeling backwards!

[Monsy]

It wasn’t uncommon for Miss Fallacy’s strength to fall short of her opponent. She’s paid for it dearly, in knockout contests, suffering vicious powerbombs and tie-ups. Now she had her answer. Momentum and the ropes are her allies, to toss her body over and deliver something where they didn’t expect! And it worked! Now she was motivated. Their back exposed, vulnerable like free candy on a table. Evelyn pursued it like a child, giddy and grinning, hands out, flexing and squeezing her fingers. “Hehe, gotcha n- OOMPH!” Barbara’s foot sent Evelyn’s stomach into a brief ripple like a droplet over a pond. She stumbled two steps. Spit flung from her mouth as she doubled over. Her arms wrapped around her stomach and her eyes grew wide. Nausea sunk in like a stab wound, and her guts pulsed with the pain. It was like walking on skates for the first time, where she hobbled and froze in fright, captured by every ill anxiety sense, tempted to fall and get it over with. For now, she stood, open-mouthed, open-eyed, whining as the mule kick’s aftertaste took her stomach and mind. "O-Ow..ow..ow..."

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Miss Fallacy definitely wasn't expecting Barbara to donkey kick her, judging by how she put up zero defense at all, not even tightening her abs to try and resist the blow. The kick sent her reeling back, doubling her over as she gasped and retched. It gave Barbara plenty of time to recover herself, the idol turning around and looking down at Evelyn with a disdainful sneer on her face.

"Tricky little move you pulled there," Barbara said, "I kinda like it. Not quite good enough to get me though!"

The idol reached out and grabbed Miss Fallacy by the back of her long hair, forcefully pulling her up so she stood straight. With a grin on her face, the idol spun around, building up momentum before throwing one of her arms out to smack right into Miss Fallacy's chest just above her breasts with a arm lariat! While the idol and Miss Fallacy were pretty close in size, Barbara hoped that Miss Fallacy was weakened enough by the kick that the hit would land, and the extra momentum from her spin would be able to knock the cutie off her feet flat on her back!

[Monsy]

Deep breaths… Deep breaths…
Worst part of being hit in the stomach, you’ll never know if it’ll be face-up or down, but it certainly spins around inside. Like one big muscle spasm, an after-throb and a lurking taste. She kept one eye closed, the other peeped on them. What’s with the way they looked? Seems like she already landed in the bad graces of another opponent. The way they yanked on her hair was enough to yelp, “A-Ahhh haha, well, t-that’s good!-”

Barbara’s arm would’ve been like running into a pole going twenty miles an hour. Her hands reached out, grabbed the arm and she ducked underneath, clutching onto the wrist. Should they continue their momentum, Evelyn yanked, hoping to turn them back around. Then the grip released, her knees bent and she hopped up, concentrating her feet and turning lateral, then thrusting them together towards Barbara’s chest for a dropkick!