Nervous? (Alix Jacques vs Eve [D])

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Nervous Match
Victory Conditions: Forcing the opponent to utter the phrase "Nervous" three times in response to lewd maneuvers. The loser of the match will be tied up. Hentai is allowed.
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Alix's General

Wrestling Outfit

Imagine the color scheme on the gloves here...

...On these gloves.

The venue wasn't as big as that of a standard LAW arena. Not by a long shot. In keeping with the private nature of the brand, every single member of the capacity crowd had signed an NDA before being allowed to attend the show, and all of the footage taken of the shorter card would be seen only through a subscription. It didn't sound very conducive to good business, but Alix's smile had only grown by the afternoon's end.

Today was a proof of concept, and the people's reactions throughout held the promise of success. She would still have to meet with LAW officials to go over the numbers on the site, but she was feeling great about this, having accomplished exactly what she'd set out to in the first place: Providing a space for more publicity-shy competitors to explore the joys that the sexier side of wrestling had to offer. And for the main event, she was going to personally provide some of that joy to a girl that she'd been looking forward to seeing again.

Alix's return to the backstage area following the end of the previous match hadn't gone unnoticed. The show's host had remained at ringside since its beginning. Some fans were able to figure out that she'd gone back to slip into something more ring appropriate, while others were left to wonder.

She donned the headset that had been provided to her by a member of the crew...

"Thank you, sweetie!"

...And activated the microphone. Her voice would come through the arena's sound system. "And now for your main event! The following contest is a Nervous Match!" The execs she'd met with raised their brows at the name of the match. While silly, it felt fitting. Her opponent wasn't a stranger to more intimate match-ups (which had managed to both be a surprise and not be one at the same time, somehow), but hers was a more softcore experience.

That Romance Novel match was something that the sexfight veteran was interested in trying one of these days. In fact, she was tempted to make that the main event, but in the end, she'd decide to switch it up and do something new. It actually didn't take very long to brainstorm this idea: Only about twenty minutes.

When those three words that described her crossed Alix's mind: "Shy, nervous demeanor", it had almost sparked the match to life right there. The next part was figuring out what the rules were going to be. It couldn't be anything too sexual; that, she knew wouldn't have gone over well. But at the same time, it's LAW: After Dark. There had to be some spice to it.

Alix had called her up and went over the drafts she had in her head, and in the end, the two were able to come to an agreement.

"To pick up the W, a competitor must make her opponent utter the phrase "Nervous" in response to something sweet or sexy three times! Could be a kiss, could be wandering hands, or maybe it could be a tongue running along who knows where?

But one thing's for sure: And it's that the loser will be tied up, rendered vulnerable to whatever dirty plots the victor has in mind! Can you say, 'Captivity and Rapture', ladies and gentlemen?" An impish giggle followed the reference to the fem/lezdom-themed pornographic film, which got a roar of applause from the pumped up crowd.

She waited for her opponent to make her appearance before continuing, "Introducing first, fighting out of the City of Angels, standing at five-foot-five and weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds of loveliness...! The word's right there, folks: Please show some love to...Eve!"

[HotWheels]

Gabriella had covered all her bases. Luchadora mask to conceal everything but the lower half of her face and the area around her eyes? Check. Hair sloppily braided in pigtails instead of pristine in her usual ponytail? Check. Different, more, uh, "lacivious" makeup like what her sister would wear? Check. Wearing an outfit that she had put together herself that looked like nothing she had ever worn, inside the ring or out? Check and check. Gabby hardly recognized herself in the mirror, for that matter, except for the anxious look in her eyes.

That was probably not a good start for her. Or was it, considering... the idea of losing in this situation didn't... sound... the worst?

No, no. Gabby rubbed her hands over her mask-covered face to wash those thoughts away. She shouldn't be thinking that way. She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't- no, she shouldn't think those thoughts either. She rubbed a bit harder before remembering she would rub off all the extra makeup if she kept going. In all honesty, her constantly battling thoughts the last couple of weeks had led her to a series of conclusions. One, she wanted to do this sort of match. Two, it was better that she did it with someone she already trusted. Three, this was probably secretly the sort of fantasy that had compelled her to come to Japan in the first place. And finally, possibly most importantly of all, no one would know she was here. She could test this in total anonymity, which her disguise and her to-be-opponent's assurances would ensure.

"Eve? You're up."

Okay, and the name sounded kind of mysterious and cool. Gabby didn't know that nerves and excitement could turn into such a typhoon, but boy, had they. She wanted to shake out of her skin, puke, run a lap, jump up and down. She wrung her hands in the mirror instead.

"...Eve? Did you hear me?"

"Uh... yeah! Coming."

And that she did after another few seconds of wringing. Again, she worked her hardest to shove out the fifty voices in her head, all battling. It became easier as she heard Alix's voice over the PA and the small crowd rising in response to her hyping, and though it felt like knives were cutting into her chest by the time she pushed aside the curtain to see-

Strangely, seeing the crowd made her somewhat less intimidated. It felt almost like a school play's setting, though... they were here for kink and not for kids dressing up as trees. But despite knowing that, they almost seemed like an irrelevant backdrop in the dim lights, like fans watching online rather than people staring at the show live. Gabby didn't know how she felt. Titillated? Horrified? She realized that her inner confusion had her confusedly staring, which just didn't suit that good of an introduction.

Spoiler

And she had to at least pretend to be more bold than her real self.

So she did. With the quickest thought that amounted to "what would Alicia do?", Gabby lightly swung her hips and took off in a strut toward the ring, all smiles.

The whistling, that didn't help too much with her nerves. But she made it to the ring like a confident wrestler nonetheless, even if she felt like anything but.

[DSX93]

Ooh, hubba hubba! Alix's eyes were glued to the nearby computer screen when the masked Gabriella appeared from behind the curtain. She strutted on down to the ring with confidence, and a well-timed shot from the rear showed off just how much her figure was doing for that outfit. It did no less in the front, and really, all over, but...That booty, tho!

This was a pleasant surprise for the goth, who hadn't been expecting her to show up wearing something as showy as that to a match that wasn't being contested in a bedroom setting. And she was owning it too! It's amazing what a mask and an alias can do for a person mentally.

Alix fanned herself as she watched on...

"Ooh, my, oh my!"

...Then her eyes went wide when she remembered: The mic was still on. Oops! Well, there were worse mistakes that she could have made.

After Eve was in the ring, the lights in the arena would dim. All except for the stage, that is, which began to fill with smoke as Alix's

played. As she made her way to her proper position, she began her own introduction.

"And her opponent, standing at five-foot-six and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, fighting out of the place so nice, they named it twice: New York, New York...!"

Her silhouette came into view through the smoke, her shapely form rendering the audience a silent captive as she let the music flow through her, grooving with a sensual grace. Alix would finally appear from behind it when the music picked up, one foot crossed in front of the other with each step like she was a model on a runway. Her unobscured appearance was met with thunderous applause.

"Yes, indeedy, it's me!"

The goth turned off the microphone and set the headset down before blowing kisses to them, returning the love they showed her before making a come hither motion to the camera man in front of her. When he came forward, she laid her hands on either side of the lens, planted a kiss on it, and brought her hands together in the same shape a heart. And then, smiling that bright, pearly white smile that she's known for, she would say to the viewers at home..."Love you!"

Upon reaching the ring, she grabbed onto the middle rope and stopped. Years of posing and performing for cameras have given her a sixth sense of sorts for them, and feeling one closing in on her from behind, she took the opportunity to provide the viewers at home a delectable treat for the eyes in the form of her luscious ass -- shown off spectacularly through the perfect fit of her suit -- being thrown in a circle. After a nice, loving shot of it had been taken, she half pulled, half leaped onto the apron, landing on it with split legs and earning another loud pop that followed the whoops and whistles in the process.

Her dark brown eyes were fixed on "Eve" as she slid underneath the bottom rope, doing nothing to hide her admiration behind her gaze as she rose to her feet. She would compliment her opponent as she approached her, "My, my, you are quite the sight to behold, Eve. I'm glad I get to be the lucky girl to welcome you to After Dark. And indeed..."

Alix would reach for one of Eve's hands, and if allowed to take it, would raise the back of it to her lips much like a lead to one of the novels her specialty match is named after. "Bienvenida."

Spanish to English Translation

"Bienvenida." -- "Welcome."

[HotWheels]

It was happening again. Maybe it was a coping mechanism. Gabby could not shake that feeling like she was having an out-of-body experience, watching someone else doing the sorts of things she would like to do but couldn't bring herself to do. The fantasies she thought about but would never have found the guts to participate in as herself. She supposed... she wasn't herself. She could look up at the crowd calling out for her and grin at them and not one of them would see her as anything more than a pretty masked stranger. Maybe doing what she wanted to do... did make her someone else. But gave her all the benefits of doing it herself.

Those fantasies she had always carried but convinced herself were only that - fantasies? Maybe she would find the guts to live them. This was a start, with someone who had all the experience to keep things at a level that Gabby thought she could handle. She would kindly ignore the part of her saying that she wanted things to be well beyond what she could handle and the raunchy thoughts that crept into her head.

Those were deep thoughts, but they strangely calmed her nerves. Right up until she heard Alix showering praise for her over the PA, however. It almost made her fall through the ropes as she turned to wave at a portion of the crowd, the confidence disappearing just long enough for her to freeze up, red-faced behind her disguise.

But the attention fled from her at just the right moment as Alix made her entrance. Gabby wanted to watch her, to see how the star made love to the crowd, but she needed the few seconds in the dark to center herself. She pulled at her mask once more to make sure it wouldn't come off. She picked out the slight start of a wedgie, not that the bottoms she had chosen would last too long without disappearing into the abyss. She- well, that was all she needed to do, but she still fidgeted.

Right up until Alix was right on top of her. Dear. God. Could she have looked or smelled or sounded any better? Of course, she was just putting on, but- well, if Gabby could have already claimed to be nervous, it would have been accurate. And she was... okay, Gabby should have never mentioned her romance writing.

She willed her anxiousness away nonetheless, landing somewhere between pursed lips and a girlish smile. "I... think you know I don't have a comeback to that," she bluntly admitted, as quietly as possible to try and keep the "Eve" allure for those who might be close enough to hear her from the first row. "Te agradezco que hagas esto más fácil. Aquí va nada..."*

*"Thanks for making this easier. Here goes nothing."

[DSX93]

Aaaaand there goes that confidence. It was cute, though; how Gabby couldn't help but be her bashful self, even with the mask on.

With her voice lowered as well, she would respond, "Estoy feliz de poder ayudar. Sólo intenta divertirte. Más que nada, After Dark se trata de pasar un buen rato."

Alix didn't have any Latin blood in her, but she's dated a few people who do. Married one too. "So why not learn Spanish", she thought. It would be another thing to connect over, both with her lovers at the time and their families.

She was mighty tempted to start this match the same way she starts almost every match: With the offer of a kiss. But yet again, this adorable, beautiful woman in front of her had her second guessing herself. Their schedules had kept them from meeting in person again until today. To face each other in a kinky contest where sexual maneuvers would be allowed, with the last time they met having been in the context of training that Alix had lied about needing. Things had still worked out well -- very much so -- but the thought of pulling her usual routine here made her feel...afraid. She didn't want Gabby thinking that her body is all she wants.

And so, after settling into a stance while waiting for the referee to signal for the-

Damn it. There it is. Right when she'd opened her mouth to ask the question, before she could even get a word out!

DING!

Alix would start the match off by raising a hand up high and extending it towards her, fingers spread apart. The other would remain low at her side, fingers wiggling with a seeming impatience that didn't match her calm expression. Where would Gabby's attention go? How would it be divided? And how would she react? They were only an inch and ten pounds apart, so a test of strength wouldn't be out of the range of her abilities.

Would she even meet her with the one hand? Maybe try something herself?

Alix had a few things in mind here. If Gabby brought up both hands immediately, she'd try to slip around to her back and take control of her waist. If it was one at a time, with her moving to meet the hand was raised first as the case would most likely be, she'd dip down onto her knees, turning her body completely bladed in relation to hers. Her other arm would come up between the masked woman's legs to reach for her thigh while she pulled her in, looking to scoop her up and over her shoulders. A fireman's carry with a slight deviation.

Her eyes would remain watchful for any other movements as she waited to see what Gabby would do.

Spoiler

"Estoy feliz de poder ayudar. Sólo intenta divertirte. Más que nada, After Dark se trata de pasar un buen rato." -- "I'm happy to help. Just try to have fun. More than anything, After Dark is about having a good time."

[HotWheels]

Right, right. Fun. Summoning the confidence to be here hadn't been fun, but dressing up? Getting to be someone else and stop worrying for a while? She knew- maybe hoped- she could settle into the fun of that soon enough. Whatever other "fun" Alix had in mind, Gabby couldn't speculate, but she did anyway. Everything that popped into her head as she glanced over Alix's too-nice-to-be-real body terrified her and titillated her and- if she didn't stop, she would lost before they even lay hands on each other.

Or even before the bell rang. When it did, Gabby, lost in her thoughts, snapped almost too frantically into position, but Alix didn't leap at her like a wildcat by any means. No... she offered a hand high, a hand low. What Gabby lacked in outright talent she made up for with smarts, and that lower hand worried her. But standing around in front of an eager crowd - and being eager herself - meant she wouldn't waste too much time pondering every possible tactic. No. Fun. Get in there, Gabby.

So she did. Her hand raised to meet Alix's, and, sure enough, there was treachery afoot. Alix whirled, and Gabby got the idea of what she wanted to do the arm settled between her legs, already pushing buttons down there from the contact. Yeah, going into the match heated and anticipatory hadn't been her best move, and neither was taking the hand. But she tried to make up for it.

Little though she weighed, she tried to stall, make herself heavy, block the lift by reaching around with her free hand and yanking at Alix's chin to disorient her. "Not gonna make it... that easy!"

[DSX93]

Although still worried about making the wrong impression, Alix still did some zeroing in as Gabby zoned out. What was going on inside of that pretty head of hers? What scenarios were playing out that were so captivating as to pull her inside of her head like that? What was she having her do as the director of those productions? What was she having them do?

With the way she ran her eyes over her body, Alix knew: There was some naughtiness going on in there. How much of it would the dark-skinned beauty be able to make a reality, if given the opportunity? A thought that brought about the beginnings of a draft for another match type. Something that she wouldn't be able to ponder much right now.

The bell snapped Gabby out of her -- ooh, she was really into those daydreams! With a flash of her pearly white smile, Alix giggled what was probably a silly sounding giggle, thinking on it after hearing it herself, bringing a hand over the heart that was picking up speed fast. That moment's frustration in being inadvertently blocked from asking for a proper date had melted away, but at the same time, it made her determined to go for it the first chance she got.

Alix had never had someone fantasize that hard about her before. Not when she was right there, at least.

The veteran kept her eyes looking straight ahead after getting into position herself. Into Gabby's, trying to assess what was going on behind them to the best of her ability without letting it distract her. Not the easiest task at the moment, but her experience would see her through that effort. Those wiggling fingers were doing the trick, splitting the hentai debutant's (this match may not have been Hentai-focused, but it was still allowed. And if Alix had her way...) attention. She spent less time thinking about her next course of action than expected, but what was expected was the cautious approach to Alix's offer. Just one hand would come up to meet hers.

The interlocking of their fingers would almost be the distraction she thought her eyes would be. Or maybe it was, because when she went for that fireman's carry, it was stopped in its tracks just as she'd slid into position by Gabby taking control of her chin. Being forced to look upwards threw her off. Prevented her from completing the lift over.

"You...sure about that?" Alix challenged as she struggled against her grip. Then an idea popped into her head. Something unorthodox, but hey, like she'd said, After Dark was about having fun...

"Tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle!" With the arm she had between Gabby's legs, she reached for all the bare skin she could find, touching and prodding at her thigh, her hip, side, even her butt (and why not? She'd dated a guy who was ticklish there, so...). Just hopping her fingers along from place to place, lingering wherever it happened to work, if it were to. The practical goal was to get Gabby to let her guard down enough to give her the opportunity to finish what she started, but now that she'd thought of it, Alix wondered if the girl was ticklish. It was one of her favorite ways to touch people.

[HotWheels]

Gabby's strategy certainly carried no brilliance, more a notion of "hey this is something I can pull on to make her stop," but it did the job anyway. While she didn't have the balance to pull back and away from Alix's grip, and maybe lacked the strength anyway, she would contentedly palm at the porn star's chin until one of them got bored. Real top tactics, but she got the idea that After Dark didn't look for perfect tactics, just... adventure? Entertainment? One of those.

Which they got when mischievous fingers started brushing over everything in Gabby's otherwise sensitive lower half.

She had never considered herself all that ticklish, but the surprise of it in this situation and in those places had her bristling like a threatened cat and forgetting how to focus on anything but the contact. She let out a sound like she had been stabbed in a lung, all gasping and grunting and wailing in one. Like anyone would, Gabby almost lept away from shock at the sudden assault, even if she wasn't the type to fall victim to any laughter from getting tickled.

"What in the world are you-" The incredulous tone in her voice was trimmed short by Alix continuing into the lift, and Gabby, who had just taken to pushing on the other woman's shoulders, realized she had taken what should have been the least effective bait ever. How dumb did she look now? Motivated by not wanting to look dumb, Gabby took to fits of wriggling and writhing up on Alix's shoulders, but that wasn't getting her anywhere.

[DSX93]

Oookay, guess that means she's ticklish enough, but not really.

Alix almost lost it there; Gabby was about ready to jump right out of her clutches, but she was too far along for that. But the work that was be done here had to be done fast. A little...Attitude Adjustment was in order. "Just having a bit of fun, sweetie!"

Simpler than one thought it would be working from the knees: With her pushing at her shoulders, Gabby was actually helping that along. Start from the knees, up to the hips and glutes, the back, the shoulders...the arms would normally be in charge of controlling her direction in the air after she'd been popped up into it. But while she was on her knees, the only real option was the original up and over she'd intended on.

Luckily for Gabby, the contests that Alix had put together for the afternoon were never intended to be physically grueling. Dizzy's match with Lacramioara. The former's first Hentai experience. Black Severin and Daeva Asphodel; nobody who trained with Serina was going to be so adverse to hard knocks that they'd need a ring that had more give and a bit more bounce to it than the average. Emilia certainly wasn't. And neither was Severin, but Severin was a sweet guy. In a match that allowed it, he was like her in that he preferred to focus more on the eroticism over the physicality.

And now the main event here, a card spot that she would've preferred to give to one of the other two, but LAW higher-ups wouldn't let her get away with that. Her show, her spot, they essentially said. Nothing else would make sense for the debut.

Gabby would be brought down onto her back, a landing that would spread the force out more than any other would have. And from there, Alix would follow her down to the mat. Moving fast to a nice and cozy position beside her, looking to snake her arms around her neck. If successfully coiled, she wouldn't squeeze that hard. The intention was just to take control. Keep her there. And to that end, she'd drape one of those succulent legs riiiight on over her. Almost like a blanket, settling nicely over and across her tummy.

A more aggressive competitor who knew of Gabby's vulnerabilities probably would've lined the knee or calf up to her crotch. Got to work on ripping those three Nervouses out of her right away. But that wasn't what Alix was about here.

[HotWheels]

Gabby thrived on feeling in control. That was precisely what made drawing a blank between the tickling and the lifting and the flying through the air that much worse for her. With the arena dark enough that she couldn't do what they had taught her during her training - search for the lights - she totally lost her equilibrium until she had landed hard on her back against the canvas. Wide-eyed and gasping, she... anticipated more pain than she actually felt, though no fall would ever feel great to a woman who had spent a decent chunk of her life without anyone having so much as thumped her on the nose. But apparently, Alix hadn't meant to break her with that drop. The shock claimed her more than the ache in her body.

And that shock doubled when Alix plopped down right beside her. Gabby certainly should have moved, but still getting her bearings with the environment and the expectations, she merely gaped over at her. The arm around her neck made for a decent enough wake-up call, however, and Gabby's eyes flew somehow wider as she tried to leverage herself against Alix's body before the choking happened. By the time her arms were moving, Alix's too-nice-to-believe leg had swung over her stomach, and Gabby's hands both went to the porn star's thigh, hoping she didn't end up in a bodyscissor.

She... didn't. Alix held her close, but didn't choke her. Pinned her down with the leg, but didn't squeeze her. And now Gabby was all but groping her thigh. And peeking over in anticipation. Okay, this was going the not-violent route. That might have worried her more. "...Hey?" She tried to pull the leg off of her, but her two thin arms didn't beat a strong leg.