Starfall: Starboy vs. Brigitte Hargrove

[HotWheels]

Dungeon Red Sash Match
Brigitte employs the red sash she typically wears as a part of her wrestling gear as the key to the match, leaving it as a neutral object. The first competitor to either blindfold, gag, or bind her opponent with the red sash and earn a submission wins the match. As special advertisement for the match type's debut, the match is held in a special private dungeon prop setting which Brigitte has been allowed to prepare.

Brigitte Hargrove purred with anticipation.

Minutes had passed since she last heard the creak of a singular door opening, followed by a smattering of small red flashes joining her in the dim room. From that moment, the anticipation had built. LAW had been kind to her; her match pitch, naturally, had caught their attention, so much so that they had offered to make it an event. And so the LAW basement had been booked, the proper "equipment" had been provided, and Brigitte had spent her afternoon turning what they deemed a "dungeon" into her playroom.

And they had offered her the perfect toy for this play. A young, skinny, overly brave man, one she would deem barely more than a boy (as she did nearly everyone younger than her, to be fair), who was foolish enough to get his kicks thinking he could defeat "evil." A "hero." She bit her lip, entertained at the thought of having the perfect foil to embarrass for the next... oh, who knew how long? A body to break could entertain her for hours, whatever the time they had been designated for this recording.

The long corridor to enter - she had made that into her own little obstacle course. The doors she had left open, leaving lace ribbons hanging in the dim light; a fool could easily get himself tangled. A set of undergarments placed here, there, all with her own preferred scent. A distraction. A mirror or two to catch him unawares. Scented oils, lavender flowers to cascade upon him. And for something more dangerous and more in theme, a few small tripwires, specifically located when he was at his most distracted.

But the footsteps told her that he had managed to navigate these "dangers" without killing himself. Good. Behind the next door was where he should expect her to be, except on entry he would find it seemingly empty. Certainly, there were mats on the floor for the wrestling, soft candlelight to illuminate the room and give the cameras something visible to record. The walls were lined with bars to emulate a dungeon - Brigitte could admit that they looked quite convincing - and in the center of the mats, one lone, red sash waited for the match to begin.

But Brigitte was nowhere to be found, save for one who might see the vague silhouette of a smiling, lithe figure straddling a crossbar a dozen feet above the door.

Spoiler

[Jaystar]

Starboy was really starting to dig the LAW management.

Or then, the LAW management was really starting to dig him. Either way, the feeling was seemingly growing mutual.

Frankly, when joining LAW, the young rookie wrestler presenting himself as Starboy had been far from sure of whether there would be draw and demand for a fighter like him in the league. Relatively inexperienced, pretty small in size, not that strong, yet seemingly determined and brave, and aspiring to present himself as a superhero with a mission to defeat all villains inside the ring? Was that going to sell?

Apparently, it was. At least, based on the fact that the management had actually proposed him this match tonight. A mission to find an assassin's lair, and capture her in her own dungeon? What could have been neater! This kind of match was so, so perfectly right up his alley, that is was almost impossible for him to contain his excitement. Both for the sheer exhilaration... But also for the suspense of not knowing exactly what laid ahead of him. How was the battleground going to be like? How was the assassin herself going to be like? So many unknowns... But that was how it also should have been. Venturing bravely into any potential dangers in the quest for good surely belonged as a part of everyday life of a true hero!

Starboy - The Lonely Superhero

Entering the basement, Starboy had to take a moment to take in his surroundings and accustom his eyes to the comparative darkness of the corridor in front of him, after the heavy door behind him had clung shut. The game was on. It was all to play for. And the only thing he knew was that he had to find a red sash, that would be his key to the victory. Now, where it was, how was it going to be like, what would he have to do to get hold if it... Those were all elements he would have to navigate himself. He was embarking on an adventure, the outcome of which remained a great mystery. And the only way to get closer to finding out was starting to stroll stoically down the corridor.

A peculiar detail was that all the side doors leading to various rooms, or chambers, seemed to had been left open. Naturally, the hero's mission included inspecting what was in all of them. The first one seemed pretty dark and empty, with some peculiar ribbons left hanging by the opening, apparently as decoration. Nothing to be found there, the hero then proceeded towards the second one - before suddenly tripping and falling onto his all fours! "Agh!" Glancing backwards, Starboy quickly realized that he had stumbled on a tripwire! While it was a bit embarrassing, the fact that there were indeed such things present was pumping his excitement level even higher up again. So there were traps here as well - so cool! Luckily, no one got to witness his little tripping... Or that's what the hero thought for a second or two, before realizing that there obviously were little red dots at regular intervals by the walls, and that a camera was zooming right in on him to expose his condition for everyone.

Getting back up to his two feet, Starboy's progress was markedly more careful from now on. Still feeling the need to inspect what was to be found behind each door, the hero certainly got a marked feeling that he was a visitor who had been expected. Which, considering the context, of course he was, but the hallway had clearly been set up with his arrival in mind. He certainly got tangled in the ribbons and taken aback by a sudden mirror a couple of times, while some other... "Decorations", that had been left waiting for him, were a bit more peculiar. Scented oils? Lavender flowers? And... Lingerie? Star couldn't help blushing a little. He had no idea of the assassin's nature, and if these were any clues to draw some ideas from... But he certainly hoped that he could keep their battle from slipping into a naughtier direction.

Finally, the Lonely Superhero spotted a door, that seemed to actually be almost closed... With some faint light emanating from its narrow opening. Creeping closer, the heroic wrestler carefully opened it up and peeked inside, immediately realizing that he had found the assassin's lair now. Seeing no one, the hero stepped fully inside... Only to get overwhelmed a bit by everything that he was seeing. The room certainly looked like a real dungeon, which brought a sense of danger... While the wrestling mats in the middle invited for a hard, sweaty battle. The edges of the dungeon seemed to be lined with some stuff, that Star couldn't really make out well in the candlelight, while the prized red sash was very clearly placed laying right in the middle.

The hero took another step forward, once again trying to scan even more carefully the dungeon around him. Where was the assassin? Taking a sudden glance behind his back towards the door to see if she was there, only to find no one, Star took another step forward to get even better view of his surroundings. He still couldn't see anyone... But this setup also reeked of a trap. Surely, someone wanted him to go for the red sash... But what was going to happen then? Was he supposed to take the sash with him, and start looking for the villainess from somewhere else? Or was gaining hold of the sash going to be the trigger for some kind of battle?

Either way, he couldn't just stand there and wait. There was only one way to find out, and thus, the hero started taking steps towards the red sash, with the full intention of gaining ownership of it.

[HotWheels]

There he was.

On his entry, Brigitte did not move. She dared not alert him with the slightest noise while he began his visual examination of the room, lest he peer up at her. Her feet dangled ten feet above his head, almost behind him, and without a sound, she was betting he would be so taken by the prize in the middle of the room - the sash - and the other features that the idea of staring into a darkened ceiling would not occur to him. As it was, however, she bristled with anticipation, her fingernails digging into the grain of the wood and her thighs squeezing the bar. Such a brave fool. Such a crushable body. Those little briefs didn't hurt, either.

She almost - almost - lept to action when he looked behind him, but he never looked high enough to see the part of one leg illuminated in the warm light. Her grip on the bar became almost violent before he turned back to peer at the sash again. It was rare that anything excited her to this degree in these recent years; LAW had offered her the type of thrills she would be seeking constantly now that they had provided her the taste. All that, and the match had not even started yet. Unknowingly, one of his guesses would be right - she wanted his hand on that sash before she sprung her leggy trap.

With him focused on it, she opted for the excitement of moving into a better position. She curled up her legs and placed her feet on the bar in front of her, waiting for him to take an audible footstep on the scratchy mat before she stood, hiding whatever sound she made behind his own sounds of movement. When he took another step, she followed suit. And another. And another. By the time he had reached the sash, her own long, almost silent stride in her purple stockings had taken her from above the door to hugging a ceiling column above him, and still she waited, stretching out her frame and peering down at him.

She was aching with titillation as she watched him reaching for the sash, and the moment even a fingernail touched it-

"You've made a mistake, hero," she said aloud.

Brigitte hopped off of the bar, and with deft agility and grace, she hopped backward off of the bar. Rather than drop, she caught the bar with both hands as she fell, and it creaked. But she immediately used the momentum to swing off, and her legs split as she dropped toward his shoulders, aiming to snag his head between them as he turned, spin, and flip him to the floor with a hurricanrana.

[Jaystar]

Admittedly, along with his almost uncontainable excitement, Starboy was sensing danger here. He was sensing a trap. The seemingly lone, red sash having been left so invitingly in the middle of the dungeon, at the center of the wrestling mats exhumed ominousness. It was going to be both the prize, and the key to trigger the battle. He was sure of it.

What he wasn't sure of though was exactly how. If the trap was there - something was going to appear. And that's what he was so intently trying to scan his surroundings for, constantly as he closed in on the red sash. But he just could see no one there, no movement whatsoever at all... And even the mats were making such seemingly loud sounds under his footsteps in the silent anticipation of the dungeon, that surely he would have heard if someone had been approaching him. So, was something going to appear after all? He couldn't have been sure. Maybe, he needed to take the sash, and start exploring some subsequent dungeons to see if the assassin was in one of those? That could have been just as well an option.

Ultimately, the hero had no choice. He had to take possession of the red sash. Checking his lateral surroundings once more, Star even briefly then inspected the surface the sash was laying on, in case of any hidden hatches or trapdoors... But finding none.

He had to go for it.

Just as expected, Starboy immediately heard the voice of the villainess after having gotten hold of the red sash. Quickly straightening his back, the hero took a quick few steps to circle in his place, trying to spot where the voice had been coming from - but still found nothing. Only when he heard a loud clunk from above his head did he realize to turn his sights skywards - a tad ironic given his hero alias - but by that time, his vision got already filled by thighs.

Brigitte's hurricanrana got executed exquisitely, sending the brave hero spinning and his body eventually slamming against the mats. The grip over the red sash was naturally lost in the process, and for now, the Lonely Superhero was simply left reeling for a bit while trying to recover from the surprising impact... And glancing over his shoulder in an effort to try getting a better look at exactly who was he dealing with tonight.

[HotWheels]

Perfection.

Brigitte, having landed neatly on one knee on the follow-through, lifted her head to reveal the menacing smile on her face. She so dearly hoped the cameras had caught enough of that hurricanrana that she could view it later - repeatedly - for her own entertainment. The perfect snag of his head. The expression. The way he toppled while she stuck her landing. It was the picture of beauty, and something she always strove for when she wished to bring pain to one of her targets - her own target or one assigned to her. She had flawlessly ambushed him, and his scrambling form was the gift she had earned for her success.

She raised to her feet, and letting the moment settle, she sashayed her way closer to him like A seductress in the bedroom, one foot in front of the other as she approached. Let him see her, at least for the moment. She snatched at the sash as she passed it and looped it around her wrist. All the while, she fixed him with a disturbingly calm smile. “Did you like what I left for you?”

Before he had fully recovered his senses, her slow gait turned into a run, and she darted so she would be in his blind spot. From that position, she made a hop step before rising and driving one foot down, trying to catch him in the back of the neck with a stomping kick that would drive him back down into the mats, face-first. It was simple, effective, and the sort of strategy she used with many of her targets - shock them, then kick their brains out of their ears. What was to follow would be even worse… but that was for later.

[Jaystar]

Starboy had to admit that the assassin had gotten the first victory over the hero. Of course, it wasn't something he should have already been ashamed of... The brave adventurer was always going to be a natural underdog against someone who was ambushing them. But it still was a failure on his part... Naturally, heroes had to always be wary of any potential ambushes and prepared to fend them off, and the villainess had certainly succeeded with outsmarting him this time around.

But that wasn't really his concern though. His most urgent concern was trying to get a read on who his opponent was, and how was she like. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see a figure sashaying its way towards him, stopping to grab the sash he had lost on the way, and expertly tying it into a knot around her wrist. The woman certainly exhumed the air of a villainess, which was admittedly very exciting for a superhero, while Star also rather quickly deemed the assassin to also be on the taller and thicker side of potential opponents he might have expected to be facing. Of course, the villainess was also sexy as hell - as they usually tended to be - and the hero could already tell that this wasn't going to be an easy battle tonight.

Not that it even should have been. Tough battles were always the most exciting. When you were dancing on the rope between triumph and peril, that tended to bring the best out of anyone in matches.

The assassin's question necessitated a moment of pondering from the hero, before he could recall all the traps that had been set for him. A subtle grin was raised on his face. "Oh yeah, they were pretty clev-...AAAGHHH!!!" The hero's words were cut short by Brigitte's foot stomping on his neck, smashing his face against the mat! The Lonely Superhero was sent reeling, needing to roll over onto his back while tending to his neck... His front side now getting exposed towards the dungeon's ceiling for the villainess to visually examine... And for the hero to finally gain sight to the spots she had been hiding in.

[HotWheels]

Boyish attitude, too. She caught his grin before she drove him face-first to the mat, and it wiped the grin right off of his face. Only the foolish and naive would be grinning in the face of what was to come tonight. If he thought she might be an amenable dance partner - one to perfectly play her part and give him his moment of "glory" to fulfill this superhero fantasy of his - he would have another thought coming to him soon. Very soon; she could drive him to the point of breaking with all speed if his pain better entertained her than whatever right he offered. Impassively, she watched him tumble onto his back.

She did study him. Those little bottoms; he had no shame. He was not a boy physically, of course, but that didn't mean she wouldn't wield every taunt in her arsenal against him. "The star... is it to give me a clearer target, Starboy?", she asked, as she again closed the distance on him, waiting once more for that opportune moment when he had gathered a modicum of his wits but could hardly rouse and defend himself. Her silent footsteps left her lording above him, and she waited until she saw him acknowledge her looming presence.

When he did, she thrust out the same foot that had felled him, aiming for his crotch - but not aiming for his pride, not yet. She wanted that intact. Instead, she intended to let her foot crash between his crotch and the inside of his thigh. Close, taunting, painful, but only enough to get his full and undivided attention. And convince him that she would be walking all over him. All. Night.

[Jaystar]

The brave superhero had to take a moment to recover from the sudden stomp on his neck that had sent his face crashing against the mat, and despite him finally getting to have a look towards the ceiling, it did take a moment for him to come back fully to his senses. First thing he realized was that apparently, if the villainess asked questions, she wasn't really eager, or patient enough to listen to the answers - based on what had just happened, at least. Against that, it wasn't a surprise that she wasn't getting an immediate response to her second, more taunting question - one, that managed to inevitably trigger some movement inside his heroic attire - luckily, subtle enough for his special attire to totally conceal it though.

The hero soon flinched though, as he suddenly realized that the assassin was still standing right next to him. Assessing his body, looking like just trying to decide which part to deliver the next blow to, and the hero remained frozen in place. Not least because of the comment she had just made...

But if anything, the hero probably should have moved. The star seemed to indeed attract the assassin's attention as an appropriate target, and the hero let out a yelp as her foot crashed against the inside of his thigh, brushing the starred bulge of his heroic attire. It elicited even more inevitable movement inside it, but this was exactly the reason why his attire was specially designed... While the look on Star's face was partly in horror, but partly still intrigued by the challenge this villainess was presenting.

This was kinda an awkward position, and one where his foe could have easily delivered even more damage. Still, it felt dangerous to make too hasty moves... But the hero decided to try being clever. Suddenly crunching his upper body forward, Star tried to take hold of the villain's other leg and ankle with both hands, hoping to yank and pull it to the side in an effort of making his foe losing her balance!