The First Project (Dolly Blitz [D] vs Audrey Trovita)

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Accepted Sexual Submission Match
Victory Conditions: Forcing the opponent to submit via Hentai circumstances, then condoning said submission
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Dolly

General Appearance

Entrance Gear

Like this, but leather.

All of this gear is supposed to match Dolly's color scheme.

As Dolly's

sounded, the arena would be lit up like a nightclub with purple and violet strobes. He emerged from behind the curtain around seven seconds into the track, donning entrance gear that was composed of matching circular shades, a cool leather jacket, and heeled boots that were composed of the same material and carrying himself with a confident feminine swagger. The audience was undecided on how it wanted to react to him: Half of them cheered for him, and the other half was booing. But everyone single one of them had an opinion and wanted to voice it.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is an Accepted Sexual Submission match! There will be no disqualifications, and it will continue until one competitor accepts a submission voiced in a sexual context! Introducing first: Standing at five feet and seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, fighting out of San Francisco, California...! "The Bitchmaker", Dollyyyy Blitz!"

Dolly's eyes scanned the crowd as he sauntered over to the ring: Two hot blondes with big tits in low cut tank tops. He slid his hand into the cleavage of the first while in the process of hooking his shades to the top. The second leaned forward and squeezed those shapely boobs of hers together; this one was definitely a fan. The femboy produced a marker from the pocket of his jacket and gave her an autograph: "Property of Dolly Blitz".

There was another fan -- a man -- calling his name from the opposite side of the ramp. "I love you, Dolly!" Now, he wasn't attracted to men, but that didn't mean that he didn't do anything for them. He just had a "look, don't touch" policy in place. Dolly pointed directly at him to let him and everyone else know that he had his attention. And then he made a show of taking off his boots, bending forward enough to expose the lovely, well-toned, thong-clad ass that his miniskirt had previously hidden. "Oh, baby!" Unzip it, slide. That's one boot off. He did the same with the other boot and handed them off to the man, who promptly proceeded to sniff the insides.

They could be so entertaining sometimes.

There was a pretty Latina at ringside, standing next to an empty chair. The only empty chair in this otherwise capacity crowd. He locked eyes with her as he approached, during which time she didn't even blink. He turned and leaned back into her waiting arms, allowing her to unbutton his coat and strip it off of him. But she didn't stop there, gliding a hand across his chest, giving one of his suspenders a playful tug and his neck a good nibbling. The audience grew louder on both sides of the divide as a grinning Dolly allowed her the taste.

"What the fuck?!?"

He felt a hand shoving the back of his head before he could react. The boyfriend has returned. Dolly did a quick 180, ready to see about the man who just tried to mess up his hair, but security was already stepping in. He decided to give the guy some parting advice as they took him away: "Lesson number one, pucko: When you have front row seats to a Dolly Blitz show, don't ever leave your girl alone!"

The boyfriend tried to push his way past the guards, but his efforts were of no use against the two big, burly men. Since his girl didn't seem very bothered by all of this, Dolly would raise an index finger and thumb to her chin and gently guide her in for a sweet kiss, pushing through eagerly parted lips to get a more intimate taste of tongue. While he did this, he would give the visibly heartbroken man the evil eye and a wave goodbye. The display sent the crowd into a frenzy, their energy threatening to blow the roof off of the place.

The Latina would be left mesmerized and fanning herself when he finally broke away to enter the ring.

The androgynous man stepped over to the corner and climbed up to take a seat atop the turnbuckle, getting nice and comfy while he waited for his opponent to appear.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey watched her opponent's intro with only mild interest. Very flashy, lots of colored lights. She supposed he could be cute... if he weren't such a bitch! Lots of playing up to the crowd, but hot damn, he had no shame with how he did it. Guy was a real prima-donna, it seemed. His very first action had been to stick his hands into some blonde's tits! And then, as if to one-up himself, he'd grabbed another woman's tits and autograph them! The camera made sure to catch the words he'd wrote: 'Property of Dolly Blitz'.

That made Audrey fume. He was just another cocky bastard who thought he was hot shit because he could get laid in the ring, except he hadn't even had a match yet to back up his attitude! And to be so arrogant as to claim someone! The blonde certainly didn't seem to mind, but Audrey could only shake her head. What was wrong with these people? She never understood that kind of attitude, and she figured she never would. What she did understand was that this guy had no respect.

And she was going to teach this fool some manners!

This was her entire reason for fighting. She'd knock down this conceited, narcissistic bastard and all those like him! And the redhead felt like she had a good shot at handling this one, too. He wasn't some hulking Neanderthal like Caesar had been; hell, she was only a few inches shorter and a couple dozen pounds lighter. And she wouldn't be the shy, meek shrew she had been against Mami. No, she was going to rock this guy.

Not to mention, he was a nobody - this was his debut match. Audrey had insisted on volunteering for it personally when she'd heard about him; she was unsure if he knew that or not, but it didn't matter. He needed to be put in his place now, before he got the idea in his pretty little head that he could take advantage of the women here. And more, this was her chance to take a step down her path, and she wasn't likely to find an easier opponent than a rookie.

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Angy Redhead

Angy Redhead's theme

Audrey marched confidently down the ramp with a swagger in her step tonight, to the backing of her music and the reaction of the crowd. Her composed expression still wore a grin. She still waved to the crowd. But there was no playful, girly skirt twirl, no kisses blown to her fans. She was all business tonight, narrowed eyes locked onto her opponent. Her eye contact was broken only once, for a moment while she stepped between the ropes. He was copying Keira's idle pose, seated atop his corner post. Whether intentional or not, it only infuriated Audrey further.

She stopped in the center of the ring, where she stuck out her hand for her customary shake. Even now, she'd offer that much. If Dolly accepted, she'd squeeze his fingers tightly; she didn't boast a ton of strength, but the message would be sent anyway.

Whether or not he shook her hand, she'd still have words for him. With a glare, she'd say, "Might as well tell me your safe word now. It's not gonna help you, but I'll enjoy the satisfaction of knowing I'm ignoring it when you beg for mercy."

[DSX93]

Oh? What happened to the twirling? The kisses for the crowd?

Looking up at the titantron above the stage, he could see the focus in the woman who jumped at the opportunity to face him. Audrey was looking to make a statement tonight. Avenge those losses. And he was to be her sacrificial lamb.

Sorry, beautiful, but not tonight. Certainly not tonight.

Oh, no, no. This was personal. Ah. She must've been watching his entrance while she was backstage. Not an uncommon practice. She did not like what she saw. Oh well.

Speaking of liking what you see...

The bell rang when Dolly left his post on the turnbuckle, crossing an arm at stomach level with an open hand upturned to prop an elbow up, a closed not-quite fist leaning slightly to the side. Every single footstep he took towards the center of the ring, and those that would follow, were full of sass. He looked her up and down with an assessing gaze, forming a small grin that said "this one has potential." Potential for what, exactly?

His fans knew. It was something of a pre-match ritual. Not done every time, but often enough for them to know he was looking to see what parts of his opponents he liked best so he could devise a course of "action". Dolly ignored the hand that was offered to him. The hard look. A raised eyebrow was the only thing that would let Audrey know that he'd even heard what she just said to him.

His gait was leisurely as he circled around her, like he had nothing to worry about. Strategy. Audrey was raring to kick his ass. He could see it. And thusly, watched her closely for any sudden moves as he took in her form, nodding in appreciation of what he was seeing.

Curves in all what appears to be all of the right places, shown off nicely with that top and that little skirt. Red hair that was tied back in a ponytail that looked perfect to pull on. Green eyes; she was a rare beauty. Freckles. Cute.

If she stood still long enough for him to get a look at what he was working with in the back, he'd pinch the end of her skirt and flick it up, exposing her panties and world class ass to the world.

He's gonna have some fun with this one!

But first, to dodge the coming retribution.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey's curvy-but-small frame was far from an intimidating sight. She could look mean, but threatening was another category entirely. This was added fuel to her fire as she glared daggers at her enemy, who didn't seem phased in the least. Quite the opposite in fact! The bell had rung and he sauntered towards her, hips rocking back and forth as he moved, more curious than anything. Or perhaps... amused. The redhead had enough men ogling her body to notice the way Dolly's eyes took her in. And that sickening smirk on his face told her that he knew that she knew what he was doing. Her own grin slipped into an angry frown.

He said nothing in response to her jab. Her handshake also went ignored as he started to circle her, so she lowered it, instead curling both hands into fists. Had he been in a grappling stance - or anything signaling he was preparing to engage or attack at all - Audrey might have spun with him. After all, letting an opponent get behind you was a sure fire way to ensure you were in for a rough time. But no, he held his pose, looking her over, almost... appraising her, as one might a diamond. So she stood still, letting him complete his survey, the only thing moving being her neck as she tracked him with her eyes all the while.

Except he didn't make it full-circle.

"Wh-what the...?!"

Really, Audrey knew she shouldn't be embarrassed about flashing her panties during a match. Wearing a skirt, it was bound to happen simply by moving around, especially if she started leaping off the ropes. But there was still something, namely that lack of respect when they were flashed without her consent, that infuriated her! And the hot pink blush that formed on her face in response finally spurred her into motion.

"Grrraaaah!"

With a growl through grit teeth followed by a roar of rage, she spun on the spot on the heel of her foot, aiming to send a lariat directly into his throat!

[DSX93]

And there it is!

Dolly slipped under the wild swing with ease, his subconscious taking note of the nearby corner as he spun around to face her again. He took a few steps towards it, with care to make it look circumstantial rather than deliberate.

"Woo! You've got fire! I like it!" It was as much an honest admission as it was another move to goad her into placing herself where he wanted her to be. The fiery ones were more fun to break. Made it feel more like a project to work on, where, when he finally reached its end...

Doesn't get any more satisfying than that.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

The momentum from Audrey's missed swing made her stumble a bit; nothing too serious, though, and she was easily able to find her balance. Dolly had clearly expected that sort of lashing out, and had ducked under it effortlessly.

The swing had caused him to take a few steps away, however. There was plenty of open space around him. Dragging him down to the mat would he a simple matter, if she could just line him up right, angled him away from the ropes so he couldn't leverage them. So Audrey took a few calculated steps of her own, keeping her eyes on Dolly.

He hadn't moved to attack yet, either. He was a rookie in his debut, so it made some sense that he might be playing a script, letting her lead, feeling her out. He'd probably expect her to do something similar; circle for a minute, judge how he moved, maybe attempt to lock up. I could work with that, Audrey thought. Except I'm not following his script.

"You like to play with fire, eh?" she taunted with a grin and a toss of her hair, sending her ponytail fluttering. "Then you must know what they say about getting burned!"

And then she shot forward in a sudden burst of speed, shoulder tucked low, aiming to crash right into him and tackle him to the ground!

[DSX93]

So cliche.

Come on, come on...

Woah!

Audrey was faster than expected with that charge. Almost got him. Almost.

Dolly was able to slide away to the side right before the moment of impact. It got his heart racing, but ever the showman, he played it cool. Only a quick flash in his eyes would tell just how close she came to taking him down. "Toro!" He was even able to do one better: Giving her a good smack in the ass while she sped right into the corner.

That was an accomplishment. A split-second opportunity that his keen reflexes allowed him to seize.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

One of the perks of having a smaller frame was speed. Audrey was pretty quick; this was her main weapon. The problem, then, was that Dolly was a similar build. Just inches before impact, he side-stepped her charge, and in one fluid motion, landed a smack on her ass as she flew by! But the only reaction redhead could offer that was her eyes widening in surprise; with Dolly out of her path, there was nothing to slow her down... and though she stumbled a bit, she couldn't stop herself from crashing chest-first into the corner post!

The collision pulled the air from her lungs, but she leaned on the topmost rope to stay on her feet. She spun around quickly; she'd made the mistake of allowing her opponent to get behind her once already, so at least she could keep her eyes on him.

But for now, that was all she could do. With one arm leaning on the ropes for support while she regained her breath, she rubbed at the spot where he spanked her to ease the sting, then did the same for her chest, eyeing Dolly the whole time. If he was going to try anything, she'd be able to see it.

That was the second sneak attack Dolly had landed on her. Maybe he wasn't playing a script after all. He couldn't have expected her to charge at him... did he? If she hadn't been inches from flattening him, she might have thought he was toying with her! Even just the thought made her angry! But at the same time, she needed to be more careful. Less reckless.

"Okay, you got me that time. But did you come here to dance, or to fight?"

Though she taunted him, Audrey was trying to analyze his behavior, figure out what his angle was. In doing so, she left herself rooted in the corner.

[DSX93]

With the danger passed for the moment, Dolly start analyzing.

Audrey was quick to catch herself after the crash, but he could see that they shared a weakness: Too many hard knocks, and it's game over. It cooled her down some. Had her watching him. Buying time to get some air back into her lungs. It's what he'd do in her place.

Dolly made no sudden moves, not then; it's what anyone with half a brain would expect. Instead, he resumed that phony leisure, stepping just into his striking range as he pretended to ponder her question, looking at nothing just off to the side, but still keeping her in his periphery before he answered. "Eh, neither." Standing with his body bladed -- leaving less surface area to immediately strike at. He was in her range too, but from what he knows, she isn't a blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do. He liked his odds enough to risk it.

Besides, he was in position now to land a good strike. "You saw my entrance, didn't you?" He gave her undivided eye contact, with a smug smirk thrown in. "I'm here to play."

He moved immediately, leaving Audrey no time to digest his words. A spinning back kick, speeding right towards her gut.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

He didn't lunge at her. Why didn't he lunge at her? Audrey wasn't quite trapped here in the corner, but it certainly wasn't an advantageous position while she stood half slumped over, catching her breath. He could have easily charged. Was he playing at something else? Or was he just that newbie?

Then he moved - but not a charge. He sauntered closer to her in that same casual, unguarded pose as earlier. He wasn't even looking directly at her! Cocky or clueless? Audrey still couldn't get a read on him, but the thought that he might be taking her lightly was starting to annoy her. She subtly shifted her own stance, ready to spin to the side if he decided to lunge at her.

Her eyes widened a bit when he answered her rhetorical question. His entrance? What did that-

"Guh-!"

The kick sunk into her gut before she even registered that he'd spun, leaving her thought incomplete and her lungs empty. Caught by surprise, she hunched over, her arms leaving the ropes to cradle her stomach, leaving herself unwillingly vulnerable should Dolly attempt to follow up.