Triumph or Subjugation: Carmelita De Leon vs Kimiko Nagasawa

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Apex Qualifier No Holds Barred Match: Winner determined by pinfall or submission. The match will count towards both characters' number of required qualifier matches. The pinfall or submission must occur inside the confines of the ring, knockouts are not counted. Disqualifications and Count-Outs are off and weapons are allowed.
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"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Barcelona, Spain...standing at 5'9 and weighing in at 136 lbs...THE ORCHARD OF GOLD...CARMELITA DE LEON!!!!"


And there stood the 'Orchard of Gold' herself, flanked by her usual entourage of goons, cronies, and yes-men, dressed head-to-toe in a gorgeous outfit befitting someone of her stature and elegance. The Spaniard's attired was custom-ordered with her explicit instructions, custom-tailored to her exact dimensions, and crafted from the FINEST materials that money could buy down to the very fine pigments that made up the colors of the outfit. Typically, such a thing would be such an expensive purchase but for Carmelita, it was worth it to flaunt her fabulousness. She loved the feeling so much that she always ordered new gear before each match. Never wanting to break a set in, she only ever wanted it fresh and tailored to her tastes. Every time she fought, she wore an exact make of her custom-tailored outfit. Why wouldn't she? Unlike the rest of the peons in attendance, she was spoiled rich after all, being spoiled ROTTEN.

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However, tonight wasn't about money or status...tonight was about putting an arrogant, pathetic, moronic woman in her place. Those who could see Carmelita for what she was could easily recognize that it did not take a lot to piss her off. Losing was one thing, but being talked down to by some random wrestler online... immediately crossed the pitiful and easily shaken line in that sand that her flimsy, arrogant pride drew. Kimiko Nagasawa...that BITCH...the Japanese JOBBER thought to try and reach out and give some helpful advice to Carmelita...ADVICE, can you believe the NERVE on the woman? To offer the most perfect, divine woman in the locker room ADVICE. With a record like hers, Kimiko should be begging CARMELITA for advice here. The Japanese JOKE of a wrestler should be on her knees thanking Carmelita for even acknowledging her pitiful existence. Her army of coattail-riding goons rolled out her red carpet and set up a marble staircase that leads up to the ramp...as if Carmelita would EVER touch those ugly steel steps, they cramp her luxurious style...

She walked up to the apron, ascended the steps, posed for the many flashing cameras, and entered the ring. Her rampant narcissism led her to pose a few more times, showing off like she was on the runway during her modeling days. All eyes were on her, everyone was giving her attention, and everyone had her on their minds. It was EXACTLY how the narcissistic woman liked things. She was the center of the universe, everything revolved around her, if she snapped her fingers, everyone should recognize that as a command and fall in line in front of her...and one way or another, she was going to make Kimiko fall in line with the rest of the lot. Now she awaits the woman's entrance, and in the back of her mind, Carmelita thinks that if Kimiko has any shame and sense of self-preservation, she'd walk out here right now and beg for forgiveness. If she did, Carmelita MIGHT just spare her...if she pleads hard enough that is.

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Kimiko peeked out from backstage. She couldn't see much, but she could hear everything albeit slightly muffled. "Wow, she really is a stuck-up brat." Kimiko talked to herself noticing Carmelita not wanting to dirty herself on the steps. Normally Kimiko would be excited and fanaticizing about winning, but funnily enough the only thing she could think about was giving that catty Carmelita what she deserved. She couldn't stop stewing over how Carmelita talked down to her and insulted her online. She pushed back from the doorway she was peeking from and crossed her arms in a pout. "Who does she think she is?! I was only trying to be friendly! She didn't need to bring up my losing streak or me being thrown unconscious into a dumpster... I'll make her pay for that!" Kimiko mumbled to herself. She gave one last huff before she started marching over to the stadium entrance, her chest puffed up and bouncing in her tight suit.

Kimiko's Appearance

Kimiko stood at the entrance and just remained silent, stewing in her head over their online interaction and just waiting to be let loose at Carmelita. This was abnormal for the optimistic rookie, to actually have a grudge on someone before the match. She was initially very cheery and positive to all her opponents thus far. But tonight Kimiko's thoughts were downright remorseless towards her narcissistic opponent.
The announcers boomed in the stadium:

"Now entering the ring, and hailing from Japan...Standing at 5'4" and weighing in at 153 lbs... She's the alluring cutie-rookie and self-proclaimed future champion of LAW,
it's THE STARRR POWERRRRR!!!"

Kimiko's Entrance Music

Her theme starts echoing throughout the stadium along the cheers from her fans and those put off by Carmelita's unapologetic negativity. Kimiko set out, leaving the backstage and into the main spotlight. She tried her best to hide her animosity, instead waiting to show it once she got in the ring. She waved to her fans but quickly made her way down to the ring, walking past Carmelita's lackeys. She wasted no time as she hauled herself over the ropes and landed with a THUD on the mat. She waved a few more times to the audience before grabbing the microphone and turning straight to Carmelita. She noticed Carmelita in her fancy yet revealing outfit half-covering her quite attractive body. Kimiko never grew up with much, being raised alone by her father after her mother passed. So seeing Carmelita's outfit being worth more than what her family made in a year filled her with rage. It internally conflicted Kimiko, as it made her strongly disgusted to Carmelita flaunting her wealth yet slightly aroused at her body. Kimiko tried to shake her thoughts away from that and focus on the match at hand.

Kimiko brought the microphone up to her mouth and began to speak. "So as some of you might've realized, we have a little match here tonight." Kimiko playfully introduced herself. "But I won't beat around the bush, folks. I challenged the worthless Carmelita De Leon here to this match tonight because I'm going to put her stuck-up ass in her place! How do you all feel about that?" Kimiko asked, working up the crowd as they livened in response. "Yeah?! Well like it or not I'm going to leave the ring victorious tonight and lil' Ms. Richie-Rich-Bitch ain't gonna stop me!" Kimiko paused, allowing the audience to respond. "And I'll tell you what. I'll throw in a bonus for all you here wanting to see a lil' something extra... Before I leave this ring... I'll tear up Carmelita's expensive, tasteless excuse of a wrestling outfit- Imagine the look on her yuppy prudish face!!" Kimiko giggled into the mic followed by laughter and whistles from the stadium. Kimiko turned back towards Carmelita, eager to see her flustered and respond.

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As Kimiko made her entrance, the Spanish beauty paid absolutely NO attention to her opponent nor her introduction, not giving her the time of day nor the space in her mind. She continued to flaunt her body and wealth, admiring her nails and looking pretty in the corner, showing off her almost divine level of beauty to the cameras and audience. Meanwhile, her own entourage seemed to be taking several photos of the Spaniard with bright camera flashes capturing all of the grace, sensuality, and dominance that Carmelita carried. However, something interrupted the Spaniard's moment of bliss...a BUG that needed to be SQUASHED thought that it was important enough to bother the Orchard of Gold while she was relaxing. She rolled her eyes at Kimiko's little call-out promo, ignoring her yet again as she continued to entertain herself. However, this bug was pretty persistent...it seemed like she REALLY wanted to be crushed like the insignificant speck she was.

"Do you MIND? I'm trying to enjoy myself, but for some damned reason, you feel this insatiable need to bother me like some kind of pest. Although you've already proven that you can do NOTHING but stick your head into things like a nosy brat. Who the HELL do you think you are? You're the piece of gunk on the sidewalk that people scrape off of their boots. You're an after-thought, a PATHETIC example of a 'wrestler'...and with YOUR record on top of being tossed into a dumpster, you've shown that YOU'RE LITERALLY GARBAGE." Carmelita said, getting a resounding amount of 'Ooooh's from the crowd. "If you think for a SECOND that you're capable of beating me, I'm going to recommend you to a psychiatrist, because you're out of your MIND if you think that you...YOU...are better than yours truly. I redefine what it means to be a woman's professional wrestler. I'm changing the game and making history...you're giving the easiest wins of their career because you can't figure out when to shut your mouth. All this talk and chatter about MY outfit? You can barely AFFORD to fit into YOURS." She said, garnering another reaction. "But I'll give you this, Kimiko...you are cute, sexy even...If I wasn't so annoyed by your motor mouth, I might even say that you're my type." She said, getting up into Kimiko's face. "So I'll be nice and give you a chance...beg for my mercy, and I'll look the other way this time. I'll let you off the hook and forget this ever happened. This is for YOUR sake, so choose your next words WISELY."

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Kimiko's annoyance became borderline rage at how effectively Carmelita was tearing her apart to the audience. Carmelita's comments on her tight attire prompted whistling from the crowd causing Kimiko to instinctually cover her exposed chest. She looked back over to Carmelita with an angry look. Kimiko didn't even know how to handle the situation.

"PEST?!" Kimiko exclaimed back at Carmelita. She took a moment to calm herself in the face of Carmelita's humiliating verbal undressing, which partially worked. "I don't think you realize who you're talking to. I'm THE Star Power, and I'll make sure you remember it by the time this match is over. I've been training too hard to lose to such an entitled, stuck-up piglet like you! And when all of this is over I'll leave the ring victorious with you crying on the mat!" Kimiko snarled. She was pissed and ready to test her strength against Carmelita. "I've had enough of hearing your annoying voice. I'm ready to fight!" Kimiko announced as she cattily turned back and walked to her corner.

Kimiko fell back on the turnbuckle, wrapping her arms in the ropes. She knew her response wasn't the best, but she honestly didn't care about that. She was just fed up with Carmelita and couldn't hold her composure. Kimiko began to think to herself "Don't fall for mind games, Kimiko. She's trying to get you angry. Calm yourself and regain your composure. You've got this. She's weak, and no matter how many times you've lost before you still have what it takes to beat her right here and right now. Just breathe. Just breathe." Kimiko acknowledged Carmelita's influence on her and took in a deep breath, regaining some of her mental and emotional composure. She was still angry, but she could think more clearly. She was secretly hoping Carmelita wouldn't respond, or else she might lose her ground and snap back to her emotional state.

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"Hmph...'Star PEST' is more like it...and when I'm through with YOU, you'll be exterminated like a pest all the same." Carmelita remarked amid Star's tirade. The Spaniard merely scoffs at the Japanese woman's statement, quickly tearing through her reputation and comments with ease like a hot knife through butter. "Don't kid yourself, OAF, you're not 'THE' anything other than THE biggest loser LAW has to offer. If I didn't know any better, I'd call you a masochist considering how often you like to get back up and BEG for more punishment. Maybe that's why you're not on your knees begging for my MERCY. You'd rather be begging for PUNISHMENT like a dirty slut." She said, grinning with a venomous demeanor as she glared at Kimiko, relishing the chance to further embarrass the woman in front of such a wide audience. At this point, she was looking to break the woman physically AND mentally for ever daring to stand against her like this.

After the referee checked the gear of both wrestlers, much to Carmelita's dislike as she hated the idea of such a lowly commoner touching her things and valuables, the match was ready to get underway as the bell sounded off overhead, and the referee directed both women to begin.


DING DING DING!!!

[TriggerBunny]

Kimiko almost brought herself out of her calm when Carmelita tore into her again, calling her a slut. She was half thinking of running over to her and socking her in the face before the bell rang. But she chose to stay back, letting her anger stew a bit more and wait for the bell to ring. "Don't worry, Kimiko. You'll get your chance..." she coaxed herself.

The bell rang, and Kimiko instantly bolted towards Carmelita! Kimiko charged at her with everything she had. "Oh yeah?! My body would quit long before I'd beg to you, BITCH!" Kimiko yelled as she sprinted. She was seeing red, enraged by Carmelita's humiliating insults. Kimiko was trying to tackle Carmelita to the ground. If she was successful she would try and mount onto Carmelita's belly, grabbing and pulling her by the hair while angrily slapping her pompous face over and over again. However if Kimiko missed the tackle and wasn't countered she would collide violently with the turnbuckle.

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"You've no comprehension of the hell that I'm about to put you through, you slag." Carmelita sneered at the Japanese woman, looking down at her with this intensive disgust as Kimiko called her a 'BITCH' with an equal, if not superior, amount of fury in her voice. The bell rings, and the match starts, but Kimiko makes the first move. She charges forward, intending to beat the snot out of the snooty, arrogant Spaniard, but Carmelita was betting on Kimiko to be too angry to think straight. As the Japanese woman gets closer, Carmelita quickly drops low and tries to wrap her legs around the incoming Star Power's ankle to trip her up via a Drop Toe Hold that would lead her to fall face first STRAIGHT into the turnbuckles of the corner behind her.

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Kimiko charged forward, looking to catch Carmelita off guard. But much to her surprise she saw Carmelita simply dodge to the side and dive below her. "WHA--?! OOF!" Kimiko grunted as she violently collided with the turnbuckle. Kimiko fell straight into Carmelita's trap! Carmelita had tripped her and sent her flying into the corner using her own momentum. Kimiko's anger and lack of coordination had blinded her to Carmelita's cunning strategy!

Kimiko's breasts were crushed as she collided chest-first with the turnbuckle, eliciting a moan from the young rookie. Kimiko's body slumped down, clearly dazed from the collision after her failed rush. Her arms hung over the middle rope on both sides of the turnbuckle with her legs limp behind her. Her body was sagging on the ropes. Her breasts ached and stung, causing Kimiko to groan softly "Uhhhhnnn... Owwwww..." Kimiko's rage at her pretentious opponent had sufficiently blinded her to the point where she practically put herself in this painful position straight at the beginning of the match.

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After sending her opponent face-first into the corner, the smug Spaniard smirked with pleasure. She derived a great deal of euphoria seeing Kimiko crash her tits against the turnbuckle, and seeing all that seething rage and self-righteousness go up in smoke was so satisfying. "Ahh, see that? That's what puts me above you, you poor, pathetic jobber..." She said, sneaking up behind Kimiko and laying her body across her backside. Kimiko would soon feel the sensation of the Spaniard's breasts pressing into her backside, that supple Spanish tummy laying across her spine, that curvy waist against her hips, and her ass being pressed upon by the Spaniard's pelvis. Carmelita lets out a soft exhale as she pulls herself closer, letting her warm breath roll down the side of Kimiko's neck before grabbing hold of her pained boobs from behind in order to squeeze them, wanting to make her feel agony from how sensitive and sore they must feel right now. "We're in different classes, you see...I'm queen, and you're the ant. When I step up to the plate...you fall in line and get squashed. Understood?" She said, whispering right into Kimiko's ears in a sensual fashion. "Not only am I going to torment you, but I'm going to show you the difference between a jobber and a wrestler." She said.

She pulls Kimiko out of the corner and lays her head across a different part of the middle rope, ensuring that her chin rests upon the rope's edge. Carmelita grabs the top rope and leans herself forward. She presses her shin and knee against Kimiko's neck to choke her out. However, she wasn't finished with the woman yet. While choking her, Carmelita grinds and humps her pelvis against Kimiko's backside and shoulder, sensually rubbing away in order to humiliate her opponent further. Meanwhile, the audience cheered on the display of sensuality with eagerness in their eyes, hungry to see more. "Hah...there we are, this position suits you FAR better." She mocked. Once finished, Carmelita would pull Kimiko off the ropes, letting her fall to the mat shortly after.

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Kimiko felt Carmelita's warm breath stroke her skin and the weight of her hips pressing against her back, causing her spine to tingle with an emotion she couldn't explain. Kimiko yelped as her aching breasts were now being fondled and squeezed by Carmelita. "NNNN! NO!!" Kimiko moaned. She felt much too weak to even fight back. All her anger had been put to waste and she was now defenseless against the turnbuckle. Kimiko heard Carmelita call her a jobber, which Kimiko fought through the pain to cry out to her, "D-... Don't call me a jobber!..." But Carmelita wanted more.

Carmelita dragged Kimiko over and instantly shut her up by placing her neck on the middle rope and leaning down on it with her shin. Kimiko was being choked out! Carmelita decided to add extra humiliation to the mix by grinding her hips upon Kimiko's back. Each grind of the hips placed more and more pressure against her neck, choking her out. She became more and more weak as her attempts to struggle became faint. Kimiko was becoming dazed due to the choke and started to succumb to Carmelita's hold.

Carmelita picked her off the ropes and Kimiko came falling down to the mat. She was so weak. Kimiko laid there motionless, letting out small pained whimpers. "n-...no...." Kimiko whispered as she defiantly tried to clench her fist. She was much too weak to even try to get up. Her body needed to recuperate. She let out small wheezes from her sore throat to try and get some of the air into her body.