Starbucks: Grace Moore vs Leon Buck

[Misfit_Alien]

The 'Shooting Star', Grace Moore vs Leon Buck
Match Type: Kiss My Ass/Bulge
Standard Rules Apply. The win condition is to pin your opponent, make them submit, or win via KO. There are DQs, count-outs are on, and any attempts at a submission, pinfall, or knockout must be made INSIDE the ring. The loser will be required to kiss the winner's ass/bulge until they have satisfied the winner's criteria. (i.e. Time Limit, Lipstick Kiss, Bare Ass, Selfie/Photo, and/or etc.)

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Grace Moore was beyond confident tonight, she was fueled by a fiery passion to put this smarmy-looking, smug-acting, smart-ass in his place. Leon Buck, some "high-class" signee had been making waves in LAW's social media scene and after a short interaction, he had ruffled the Shooting Star's feathers enough to the point where she openly challenged him to a match. This wasn't just another match she sparked so she could add to her record of losses and move a step closer to her secret goal of becoming LAW's Loser Champion, this was a match that she actively WANTED to win. She needed a couple anyways just to keep people from becoming suspicious, and Leon was the perfect target. Either way was technically a win-win for her...should she win, she'd embarrass the hotshot and force him to kiss her celestial hips in any fashion she desired...should she lose, however, she'd be treated to a beatdown that her masochistic heart would indulge in for days after the fact. Subsequently, she'd also be required to kiss the man's package in any way he desired. While Grace was mostly attracted to women, she was no stranger to the love of a man but she DEFINITELY didn't want to give Leon the satisfaction. She was hoping that the stars above would align themselves and give her good luck and fortune so that the outcome she desired most would play out...

Eventually, the time came for the match to get underway and so she started to prep her gear in the backstage women's locker room. while she was unpacking her stuff and getting ready, Grace realized something. This would be her FIRST intergender match here at LAW, a nervous 'gulp' would sound from the back of her throat. Better make this match a good one then, because otherwise she'd be embarrassed by that no-good, silver-tongued jerk. Just the thought of his face was a little irritating. As she pulled out her ring gear, Grace began to dig through her stuff in a somewhat furious manner. That Leon...he thinks SO highly of himself. He just assumes that everyone likes him and he goes and makes himself the center of attention. It was almost comical, he acted like the solar system itself revolved around him like he was the SUN. Well this 'Star' wasn't having any of it tonight.

Now, sure...Leon was a fairly hot and attractive-looking guy but...Grace wasn't going to let him know that, let alone hear HER say it. Again, denying him the satisfaction of proving he was right was her main reason. Feeding into that ego would be the LAST thing she does. The first thing she'd do is go out there, out-wrestle him, and make him kiss her plump, star-studded peach. After she slipped into her gear and slipped on her mask, Grace hyped herself up and put a brilliant smile on her face. Her music began to kick on at full blast and suddenly...it was showtime!!!

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"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Phoenix, Arizona...she's the brightest star racing across the skies of LAW....Grace Moore!!! THE SHOOTING STAR!!!"

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With a spectacular display of lights, smoke, and pyrotechnics to back up her entrance, the lights all concentrated on Grace's silhouette before she fully stepped forward into the limelight with a mighty pose for all to see. She ran out to the top of the ramp and flashed a great big smile to the entire audience of the arena.


"LOOK TO THE SKIES ONE AND ALL!!! A SHOOTING STAR IS PASSING THROUGH!!!" She said cheerfully, showing a blazing amount of confidence as she roared with a bright passion in her heart. "LET'S MAKE THIS A GREAT ONE MY FELLOW STARS!!!"


She emerged to a sea of fans on all sides of the arena cheering her on, they LOVED their Shooting Star, jobber or not...everyone likes an underdog now and again. Grace was soaking up all of the praise, interacting with the fans, and taking pictures of them like the good-girl face that she was. One less fan fawning over Leon was technically a win in her book, so she made her entrance as bombastic and interactive as possible as she made her way down the ramp and toward the ring, sliding underneath the bottom-most rope and clearing through to the center. She hopped up to her with a vigorous amount of energy, moving over to her corner where she started to stretch and limber up. Her music began to fade and the lights started to tone back down to normal. The Shooting Star was ready to fly, now she was just waiting on her smug opponent to get out here and show his pretty ugly mug.

[TickTock]

Now, Leon was innocent in all of this. He had just tweeted out the news of his LAW contract, since he knew all of his adoring fans would want to know how his wrestling exploits were going. And earning a contract from a major league after just a year or so of work? That showed his absolute skill and potential. But then Grace came along and started to talk trash about him. So, of course Leon responded back and ratioed her, and even left her a kind invitation to salivate over him in the DMs. But she slapped him in the face by challenging him to a match, not knowing just how busy a star like Buck was. But, graciously, he opened up his schedule for her to give her that 1 on 1 time she so desperately desired.

And now, it was time to grant this shooting star her deepest wish.

"Coming out second, he is considered the hottest prospect in LAW in every meaning, and has graciously opened up his time here because he loves all of you--you especially, ladies--Leon Buck!"

Music began to blare and pink spotlights began to swim among the audience, moving up and down, as the hottest male arrival burst out from the curtain. And it was clear that Leon was someone who thought highly of himself. Slicked back blond hair, shining as the lights shone down onto it. Same with his tanned skin, slick with oil to really accent his very well toned form. His shades, rimmed with hot pink and with small bars running through the lenses, were specifically designed just for him to match the rest of his gear. The ladies loved the leopard print, which accompanied the hot pink on the rest of his gear, and his trunks were purposefully tight on his hips, just to make sure that his crotch was very well accented against the shining black material.

Walking his way down the ramp with an arrogant saunter, that flashy smile never left his handsome face, and for the adoring fans in the front row, Leon spared some winks and brushes with his fingers, keeping them absolutely hooked on the stallion walking past. Eventually, he reached the ring, in which he marched up the steps, swinging his arms with each ascent, before getting to the apron and spinning on it. Arms hooked over the top ropes, his upper body leaning backward, and hips jutted forward. Making sure his bulge was on display for the flashing cameras capturing the sight, before turning around and gripping the top ropes.

And just to show off, Leon launched his body forward, performing a full front-flip over the rope and landing perfectly on his feet inside the ring, looking right over at Grace afterwards. And there, she got a close-up look at the 'stud' she challenged. Tanned skin glistening with oil, the arena lights shining down onto him making those tight pecs and shredded abs almost sparkle, showing the care he put into his body to make it absolutely drool-inducing.

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"You aren't very subtle, darling," Leon snickered, soon sliding off his glasses and folding the legs of them. "If you wanted to get your head between my legs, all you had to do is ask. All ladies I've been with know just how generous I am with their needs." He finished his statement with a wink in her direction, hazel eyes flashing, before walking over to his own corner, neatly placing his shades down on the ring steps, and signalling to Grace to come and get some.

[Misfit_Alien]

When Leon finally arrived, Grace rolled her eyes as the man walked down the ramp, strolling through with the arrogance of an egotistical actor who was bragging to all of his friends and family that he just earned the lead role in a production...a production for some seven-second video ad. He was acting like he was the highlight of the night before the match had even started. Who does he think he is? Walking down with those good looks and that bright smile. Grace could hardly stand being in the same room as him, she could almost smell the hair gel oil from there. Admittedly, Leon was actually an attractive guy, but looks weren't everything...Grace may have found him nice to look at, but he seemed so rotten and conceited on the inside. She scoffs at his prolonged entrance as he flirted with the female audience members the entire way down before flipping over the top rope, standing before Grace and giving her a much more in-depth look at his toned body. "The only praise you will get out of me tonight is that you stuck the landing on your little stuntman flip, but make no mistake, I intend to-

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"Subtle...S-...Subtl-....SUBTLE!??! Excuse you?!!" Grace's eyes little ablaze with a flustered and irritated look in them. "Oooo-....You pervy, pompous prick..." She swayed her hips from one side to the other, narrowing her gaze at the man as she flipped her hair back. "You REALLY believe you're ALL that, huh? Like I'm supposed to believe you and the cheap words that come out of your mouth like they're fact. As if I would EVER want to get anywhere near you in that fashion. The only generous thing that'll be happening tonight is that I won't break those dollar-store shades of yours after I kick your butt and force you to kiss mine." She said with her chest puffed out confidently as she stood tall. Once the two were finally ready, the referee rang the bell and the match was officially on...

DING ! ! !

Grace wasted no time in going for a quick grapple attempt, aiming to overpower the man in a classic opening tie-up and shove him into his corner, maybe score an earlier advantage in the match and establish a solid offense in order to show the arrogant, posturing jerk who's boss.

[TickTock]

Leon kept that cocky smirk on his face as Grace went in on him with her angered speech, quite pleased with himself to have worked up the tall luchadora so much, especially since she seemed keen on swaying those wide hips and puffing up her sizable chest in the process. His eyes were blatantly checking her out even as she expressed her supposed disgust with him, idly tucking his thumbs into the waistband of his trunks, allowing more of his hips and pelvis to peek out from underneath them, just as toned and defined as the rest of him. "And if you wanted me to kiss your ass so bad, I'm not opposed to that either, darling--"

His tongue soon came out for a sensual lick of his lips. "--like I said, I am very generous with ladies' needs," Leon purred, right before the referee rang the bell, seemingly not wanting these two to chatter all day. There were other matches on the card after all. And once it did ring, the blonde took note of Grace going in strong for a lock-up, charging at him with a head of steam. But the Buck wasn't some feeble little rookie now, watching his opponent run him down like a deer in headlights.

Stylishly, Leon dropped down to a knee and kicked his leg out to duck underneath Grace's arms, quickly turning and popping back up to his feet and wrap his arms around her waist and squeeze tight, and using the masked woman's momentum against her to shove her against that very corner she wanted to push him into. His solid chest pressed against her back, his mouth breathing against her ear, and his strong hips pushing against her tailbone, just barely avoiding grinding on her as he had her trapped in this waistlock. "If you're just looking to pad my record, I really do appreciate that," he whispered, as the referee began to intervene and count due to Leon pushing Grace against the corner and ropes.

"But, if not... well, I'll make sure you're infatuated by the end... if you're not already." Leon chuckled, eventually releasing the waistlock and backing away from Grace... but not before thrusting his palm to give the masked woman's sizable rear a playful spank!

[Misfit_Alien]

The smarmy talk coming from the man's mouth only became harder and harder to listen to as Grace could feel her eyes shifting into the back of her head with how much she was rolling them. She absolutely abhorred his attitude, so the moment the bell rang, she raced off to try and shut him up by slamming into him at breakneck speed, aiming to crush him up against the turnbuckle upon collision. However, before she could make contact with him, the slick tan-skinned wrestler managed to duck down and around Grace as she was in the midst of her charge, allowing him to dodge the impact of the six-foot-one luchadora fanatic as Grace crashed into the corner. She grabbed the ropes before hitting the turnbuckle, sparing herself from a rough collision, but this gave Leon enough time to wrap his arms around her in a Waistlock, surprising the Shooting star as she soon feels that warm chest against her backside, his pelvis pushing up against her rear and hips, causing her brain to malfunction for a split second before she started to get a little angrier.

"Gh-!!! Lucky devil..." She muttered, being forced to hear him as he continuously flirts and talks down to her. "Nh-...Would it...tch-...kill you...to shut up you incorrigible asshole-..." She responded while trying to break free, wrenching his hands from around her waist but being caught off guard yet again when he broke the hold of his own volition, making Grace seem especially powerless in front of the crowd. Just before she could turn around to give him a piece of her mind, she felt a hard SMACK across the bare skin of her plump ass, feeling it shake and jiggle as a stinging sensation now shot through her hips, resulting in a stiff yelp of shock being released as she gasped. She turned around and glared at the man, narrowing her gaze, and staring daggers at him.

"Oh...no you didn't..." She said, dashing after him in order to give chase, lifting up her arm like she was going to attempt a Lariat of some kind, but it was all a feint, a trick in order to deceive Leon so that Grace could surprise him with her real attack. Just before she reached him, she would bend down and lift up one leg behind her, bringing it up and around and slamming it into Leon's face for a sneaky Scorpion Kick right to his neck and lower jaw.

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[TickTock]

Leon chuckled at the words Grace growled out, feeling her hands wrench on his, but he kept a tight seal with his fingers, continuing that waist hold and squeezing her abdomen some, until the referee eventually counted down to four, one count away from a DQ. And that was when Leon relinqushed the hold, entirely of his own accord and leaving the luchadora grabbing at nothing, embarrassing her some. But the true humiliation came when his hand came down and spanked that plump behind! The blonde wasn't oblivious to the way her ass filled up her shorts and even hung some out of them, and he gave her 'appreciation' of that asset with a clap of his palm.

"All's fair, babe~," Leon taunted, his smile having not left his face yet and shooting her a wink as he backed up, enjoying the anger building in her face. That's it, get nice and angry... And when Grace charged at him, her mind too filled with rage to properly think of a proper attack, he was ready to intercept her. That clothesline he'd so easily quick, and then he'd get behind her again and--

"HUGUH!" It wasn't a lariat. It was a kick. One Leon hadn't seen before. It struck right on point against his jaw, finally ridding him of that arrogant look on his face and replacing it with one of bewilderment and pain as he cried out from the impact. The force of which sent him stumbling backwards, all the way until his back hit the ropes and his arms draped over them. And with a shake of his head, Leon huffed and ducked his way down and rolled out of the ring, just in case Grace was charging at him; his mind was still a bit dazed from the shock of that impressive strike, one he hadn't been trained on.

And beginning to walk around the outside of the ring, Leon nursed his aching jaw, his other hand shaking a finger at Grace. "Watch the face, babe! I can't just be a body guy!" he yelled towards her, not particularly aware of where she was in the ring as he hoped to get a quick break, ignoring the referee's count.

[Misfit_Alien]

After putting Leon in his rightful place for smacking her ass so brazenly, the Shooting Star took a great deal of pride in seeing the dazed man stumble. Knocking him down a peg felt VERY cathartic as he hobbled over to the corner, ducking out of the ring shortly afterward. The crowd cheers her on, and all the hype begins to fuel the masked wrestler as she excitedly jumps around, pausing only for a moment as she thinks to herself. From the look on her face, she seems to have gotten a CRAZY idea in her mind. Why should the boys have all the fun around her?! With Leon lined up and ready for an extension on his beatdown, the Shooting Star bolts to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off elastic cords and running right back to where she was at double the speed. She charges forward and dives through the ropes, utilizing her momentum to carry her through smoothly to the outside, where she wraps an arm around Leon's head and transitions into a BEAUTIFUL Suicide Dive Tornado DDT, driving the top of the man's skull directly onto the floor outside.

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[TickTock]

Leon was not expecting such a brazen attack on him. After all, he was holding his hand up! That clearly meant for Grace to back off and let the debuting stud get his rest, before he got back into the ring. Yet it seemed as though the luchadora did not get the message. Be it her mask obstructed her vision or she ignored Leon's call for a break—which was unsportsmanlike, by the way—she went running off the ropes and diving at the unsuspecting blonde. Before he knew it, his head was captured in the arm of the flying luchadora, and he could only let out a brief eek before his skull was driven down against the padded concrete, making his body flip over onto his ass. And the front row fans got a look at his dumbfounded expression, eyes rolled up slightly and mouth agape, before his body collapsed down to his side, and his hands cupped his head. "Nnngh..."

[Misfit_Alien]

After diving through the ropes, swinging around Leon, and planting the smarmy, smug jerk onto the padded floor outside, Grace felt fired up. The audience cheers for their beloved Shooting Star as she stands tall, feeling a bombastic sense of vigor and energy as she begins to go on a tear. She proceeds to grab Leon and toss him back into the ring, preparing another move. She slides back in herself, stands up, and goes for a Handspring Phoenix Splash. She runs forward and performs a series of fast-paced, well-executed handsprings until she jumps in the air and twists, gaining serious momentum in the process. All of that built-up force crashes down on top of Leon's body with a loud -THUD- as the Shooting Star lands atop the smug, charming "Lady's Man"!!!

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[TickTock]

This was NOT how this match-up was supposed to go. This woman was a jobber! Her attempts at wrestling were pitiful, and that was putting it nicely! Yet Leon could not tell up from down and left from right as he was flung back into the ring, flat on his back and still trying to shake off the daze from that brazen DDT. And Grace would not be so merciful as to allow the tanned stud to regain his senses, like a charitable human, but instead flipped her way into a Phoenix Splash right atop of the blonde. "PUGH!" Leon gasped as the full weight of the woman landed right atop those chiseled, chiseled abs, his body immediately rolling over onto his side and clutching his stomach, and his legs kicking against the mat in almost a tantrum.

Clearly, Leon was not happy at being at the Shooting Star's mercy.