I Like The Way...(Black Severin vs Iris Natchios [D])

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai Match, with Kissing Game rules
Victory Conditions: Competitors must score two falls. The first via pinfall, submission, disqualification, or kissing the opponent on the lips ten times. The second fall is secured via bringing the opponent to orgasm while kissing them on the lips. Any orgasms brought about with doing so will not be counted. A referee will be present to determine who the aggressor is for any kisses landed in the pursuit of the first fall and how many are in the competitors' total.
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Black Severin's Appearance

General

His Attire

Black Severin was feeling torn tonight. Normally, it's a good night when Hentai is the name of the game, but there was something about it this time:

Management is always willing to hear out ideas for new gimmick matches and stipulations, and if the wrestlers themselves come forward with something that they like, they could expect a nice bonus to their weekly checks. It seems everyone around him was coming up with something. Starting with Daeva with her Ravisher rules. The rest of the Coterie had something too. Alix had her ideas, and even Beatriz had a couple that the bookers looking into implementing. That Ruby Booty match, though...He hadn't seen that kinkiness coming.

He thought on the matter for a good while. Whatever it was, he wanted it to remain in the erotic realm of wrestling. He intended to branch out and do some of everything, but he's been enjoying his time as a Hentai wrestler. It's been one hell of an adventure, and it's been teaching him new tricks and giving him ideas for things to bring to Keira in bed. And the LAW Universe has really liked seeing him in that role, so why not?

He'd finally come up with the Kissing Game rules a few days ago, and bring them to both the standard management and Alix for use in After Dark. And woo, did your boy get paid! Regular management wanted to get a match set up for this week's show. The only hitch was who he'd be facing: He wanted Keira to be the first woman that he does this match with, combined with one of Alix's ideas. But they were thinking differently.

And that they came up with something so similar to what he had in mind -- damn near the exact same thing...Somebody up the chain doesn't like him. But that's okay. When the time comes for their rematch, he's still got a couple things up his sleeve that'll make it special. He'll talk to Alix about getting that set up later. He doesn't want it to be on After Dark -- this was something the whole world has to see -- but maybe she can get something worked out. She's in with them now.

In the meantime, he wasn't going to let it affect things with the new girl they've arranged for him to face. Iris Natchios. Greek. She also calls herself Ariadne. The Weaver. A grappler, most likely. Someone with a solid defensive game. A submission artist. He hasn't seen anyone with a spider motif or themed moniker thus far that wasn't a strong grappler. In other words, this is going to hurt.

But that'll be okay. Maybe. This is still new to him. Not something that he likes to do every time. But every now again, he enjoys the implementation of pain to go with his intimacy. Everything else has worked out well enough thus far in his Hentai journey. He's been fortunate to not be paired with any of LAW's psychopaths. Maybe his lucky streak will continue.

Severin was the first to arrive to the LAW-owned suite and couldn't help but frown when he saw the

Imagine this, but bigger.

Just like what he and Keira had, in a fancier locale. They at least had the decency to put them in a place that had two of them, but the question remained: Just what were they trying to do here? What's next, is Iris an alternative girl?

He didn't know anything about her. There was no footage to find, and the booker wasn't talking. Damn it.

He did his best to just forget about it while he did a few last minute exercises to get himself limber and ready. Borrowed a couple chairs and finished up with something a lot of fans were talking about: The

They really liked watching him doing that in the tight leather shorts he's chosen to wear to these matches (which were also the only thing he had on, mask aside), so he's been thinking of making it a staple. Making it the first thing his opponent sees when they walk in.

Van Damme style, with less movement. Stilled, in fact. Eyes closed. Breathing. Emptying the mind. Trying to, at least.

[Galahad]

Iris was just so happy of being here.

The Greek-American was ecstatic in her happiness, still not believing how her fate had shifted that day some girl in a business suit approached her after one of her shifts at the club she was working as a fighter in. For someone like her, who only knew LAW from the subscription she paid to watch some exciting and enticing action now and then, being invited to join the big leagues was like a dream coming true. Not only would she be capable of decently providing for her family, she was going to move and be at the best place she could be for someone living a life as hers. And that evening she was going to have her debut! Not only that, as a special treat to celebrate her first match ever, LAW had the courtesy of booking a suite for Iris to enjoy. After one of the most comfortable nights of her life under the satin black sheets of that incredible bed, a bed that would surely feel as much as comfortable when wrestling on top of, she was treated to a delicious breakfast consisting of good coffee and fresh fruit.

After that Iris decided she didn’t want to look good but perfect for her debut so she spent the rest of the day grooming herself. First she took a relaxing bath, using as many perfumed salts on the mix as she could without the foam spilling all over, enjoying an A++ beauty treatment. “You’re a lucky one, girl!”, she said to herself while deeply sighing letting the pleasant sensation of the bath sink in. After taking her good time, she would get some body lotions on her skin to make it not only soft but sparkly. After taking good care of her looks she still had some time before the appointed time, so she rested on the bed while browsing on her phone the details for her upcoming match.

For Iris’ debut LAW had booked some kind of special match. It wasn’t very far in nature to the kind of things she used to do when working as a session wrestler: two rounds of fighting. The first one was more standard in nature but with adding kissing to the mix as a fall-winning condition. The second one was were things became feisty and involved forcing an orgasm from the rival while kissing. Concerning her rival, she had his stage name which was Black Severin, but in some way she didn’t want to make a search for him in the LAW network since she didn’t want to ruin herself the surprise of getting to see her first rival for the first time.

When the time was closer to the appointed time Iris started getting geared up. For that night she had chosen something pretty special given that it was some kind of bedroom match. Her black, plain lingerie would be combined with some semi-transparent sleeves and her stockings, oh she loved the feeling of stockings all over her legs. When she was ready she wrapped herself over a satined black robe and made her way towards the match emplacement, on the adjacent room.

Iris body and flair reference

Iris' current attire

After some soft knocking the door opened. It wasn’t Severin but the LAW official who was going to oversee their match. With some formal and soft voice Iris introduced herself, to what the ref responded seriously but not in a harsh way telling the Greek that her rival had arrived and was waiting inside the bedroom. She decided to catch his attention from the very beginning, appearing with a slow stroll, swaying her hips to try and captivate Severin from the very first moment as she made her way inside the bedroom to…

Oh. My. Gawd.

She definitely was a lucky one.

Iris froze on her tracks on the doorframe, looking at that sculpture of a man. He was bulky and muscular but not in that way some bodybuilders ruined their image by being only muscle, so that was a win for Iris already. Then there was the fact that he looked quite handsome and how he was wearing some leather shorts that left almost nothing to imagination. But the most obvious thing, the elephant in the room that froze Iris on her tracks was the fact that he was in the middle of a sick split, Van Damme’s style. Iris couldn’t help but find that pretty cool, mildly enticing as it highlighted his body and also VERY funny since it was a pretty strange way to get to see someone for the first time. He hadn’t noticed her either, probably too focused in his exercising. That was how Iris decided to slowly walk like a cat, luckily her stockings against the carpeted floor made almost no noise, and stood just in front of him before disenrobing, letting the satined robe fall on her feet before adopting a sultry pose with one of her hands on the hip and the other behind her head. Finally, the coup-de-grace, she would get his attention with a small cough.

“Ah-em!”

[DSX93]

The sound of a feminine voice pulled Severin right out of his headspace. With the only other person in the suite being another man, and that man being an LAW official, he knew that the sight he saw before him was Iris Natchios. And yep, he called it: She's alternative. And of course, she was a well-balanced mixture of cute and sexy. And goddamn, was she cute. Goddamn, was she sexy.

And she was forward. Bold. As his eyes travelled down that fine body, he would come to realize that she'd even disrobed. Right there in front of him, and he was none the wiser. She was also honorable: The referee wasn't in here yet, so she could've gotten an early start by kicking him in the balls. They were a wide open target.

Yeah, maybe he shouldn't do the splits as an introduction.

That, and other thoughts that he should probably be thinking were finding themselves being led to the back of his mind the longer he looked this woman over. And he didn't bother trying to be sly about it. If she was going to put the eye candy right there in his face, he was going to indulge. He didn't want to think anymore. He was probably doing too much of it.

His match with Keira was one that's remained popular almost two months later now. They could just be trying to replicate that success.

Yeah, they weren't trying to fuck up his relationship, right? He wasn't afraid of Keira's reaction; she's in the know. But the bigwigs...

You're thinking too much right now, man. You've got an incredibly cute-sexy alternative chick right in front of you, and she's looking about ready to do this thing. Introduce yourself!

And so he did what's been working for him thus far: Listening to his gut. He leaned forward to touch down on the carpet with his hands to keep his balance until his feet followed, then stood to greet her with a gentle smile. "Hello, beautiful. You're certainly a stealthy one!" He said with a chuckle, looking embarrassed at having been caught so unaware. "Black Severin. I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?"

[Galahad]

For Iris, finding out that her first rival was a handsome and hot looking man was a welcomed surprise, but finding him making a pretty solid Van Damme’s splits impersonation was a fun one. The Greek’s cough got the intended result though and the man quickly snapped out of it and without losing the move. For some instants Iris had feared about her startling the man and making him fall, but it looked like he wasn’t showing off and that he was more than used to that kind of stretching. Suddenly and for some instants it was as if this mysterious man had been frozen in place, having some kind of mental conversation with himself which Iris found quite fun. Her lips curved into a playful smile and she bit her upper lip in anticipation. Oh yes, that was going to be a fun night.

After that moment of introspection, the man stood up and the next three things Iris learnt about him was that he was well-mannered, that he was a charmer and his name, or at least his stage name as he introduced himself as Black Severin and apologized in case she had been waiting for long. Iris was excited for that match so she decided to go playfully minx at him. “Nah, I was just watching you leave almost nothing to imagination with your Van Damme impression!” Iris straightened her pose before introducing herself. “Iris Natchios, but here I go as Ariadne. You know Ariadne, right? The one that made Ulysses fall in her web?" saying this Iris got dangerously close to him, so close her breasts would softly go against his pecs, an overly exagerated playful pout in her face. “Are you going to fall in my web?”, she asked making her voice as low as possible and the distance between their faces minimal with an impish smile on her face.

[DSX93]

"Yeah, I've heard the story." Severin had it told to him by another Ariadne he'd met some weeks back, after an all-nighter apartment match that had him feeling ready to retire from Hentai wrestling when the aphrodisiac in the oil wore off. He hadn't thought it possible -- not for him, anyway -- but it turns out that there indeed is such a thing as too much sex. A limit discovered and far surpassed. Never again.

Iris seemed pretty chill, but he still didn't how how she'd react to hearing about another Ariadne. He's noticed that wrestlers who have similar themes in their monikers, especially the Queens, tended to be rather competitive about them. So in the interest of keeping this vibe going, he kept the source to himself.

He liked her voice. Low and dangerous, in a playful way. Easy listening, the sort that just goes right on in, smooth as butter. All the attention she was calling to her lips with the biting and the pouting and that mischievous smile made it even easier to notice. Standing chest to soft, squishy chest, faces mere inches apart amplified it even further, like it was just reaching in and caressing its way along, stirring him up inside.

He lifted his hands from his sides and touched them down on her bared skin, gliding them around her waist until his strong arms were wrapped and pulling her even closer, meeting her look of mischief with one of a challenging defiance. "You are one lovely lady. But I'm afraid it's not gonna be that easy for you. Who knows, maybe you'll end up falling into mine."

[Galahad]

“We’ll see, we’ll see...” Iris chanted while she swayed her hips accompanying Severin’s movements of his hands against them, inviting him to further explore while she looked at him in the eye with her sultry smile. He could try to make it look otherwise and maybe even he wasn’t aware of this fact, but the cat was on the bag. Tilting her head to one side, Iris suddenly leaned in for a kiss. It wasn’t a deep one, just a soft smooch on the lips, giving Severin a small tease of what could come and taking a taste of Severin for herself. Breaking some distance from his face, Iris’ smile of content became a mischievous one. “Gotcha! Told you you would fall for it!” The raven-haired directed her gaze to the ref who looked completely aloof, standing besides the door to the bedroom. “That’s one kiss closer to a fall, isn’t it?” The referee looked puzzled. Of course in a match like that there was no bell to start the fight, and some could think the two of them had started the match already. “Uuuh, yes, yes. 1 kiss for Ariadne., he repeated not very convinced of his own reply. It looked like the match was now on.

Letting out a happy chuckle, Iris’ hand went against Severin’s chest and gave him a soft shove so she would break his hold on her hips. Then she dramatically turned around, letting her hair whip and giving him a good view of her rear as she strutted towards the bed, where she would get on her knees and look back at him with a smile. “Well? Come on! If you want some of this you’ll have to work for it!” she said while giving her butt a spank.

[DSX93]

Yeah, Severin wanted that kiss to happen. He didn't care if it was counted or not, or whether the point would go to him or Iris. He had to feel those lips just once. The only downside was the degree contact: It was a peck that lasted only for a second, and he was a man who considered the lips to be one of the sexiest parts of the female anatomy. He didn't try to even the score right then and there, though. The game was on, and that really would've been landing himself in her web.

He chuckled and allowed her this small victory. "Enjoy it while it lasts." Not much attention was paid to Eeyore over there. Iris's impish energy was making her light up like the sun, and Severin was basking in it.

And that ass! The jiggling she made when she spanked herself lit up lightbulbs in his head. Nothing he'd get to right now, though.

Definitely no jumping right in after her. This here guy wasn't gonna be that easy. "What's the rush, girl?" He'd crawl into bed instead, putting as much, well, bedroom energy into his eyes as he locked onto hers. "The night's young. And it's almost as beautiful as you." Slowly bring an arm around her waist. No sudden moves. A pull that was more of a suggestion to bring their bodies together. His other arm would make a wide gesture about the room. "We've got a fancy suite, free of charge." He'd use his index finger to sweep her hair away from her shoulder, "accidentally" glance her neck real smooth-like, and plant a tentative kiss on the now-exposed skin. Testing the waters. Whispering into her ear..."A bed that feels like a cloud." Wash, rinse, and repeat on the other side. Shoulder, neck, and whispering, all. "Silk sheets. Let's slow down and...Yeah, enjoy it while we've got it."

[Galahad]

Iris had stated how she wanted to engage in a sexy bed wrasslin’ bout, so eager to get her hands on Severin’s muscles and start tussling around in that giant bed and there she was, waiting for him comfortably kneeling on top of the satin sheets while waiting for his reaction. The man wouldn’t think about it for long before setting his mind, but it surprised the Greek when she noticed how Severin crawled to the bed and started adding some serious bedroom energy to the situation, something that only made sense given the match’s stipulations. Ariadne felt that strong arm wrapping around her hips but she let it be. She had decided that she was going to give Severin the benefit of the doubt in here. After all, she looked nice and sexy and polite, so the Greek wasn’t afraid of any foul play coming from him.

Severin crawled on the bed whispering what in other men’s mouths would be sweet nothings, but Iris had to admit Black Severin wasn’t a snake charmer but a true seducer, something hard to find in guys according to Iris. There was no deceit in his words when he started whispering to her, no hidden intentions. Well, maybe the hidden intention of taking control over the match, this is complicated, but not those kind of ill intentions, the ones that showed that some guys would do or say anything in order to get a woman like Iris on bed. When Severin spoke his words rang true, an honest statement of the fun he wanted to have, and that was actually sexy if one asked Iris.

The moment Severin swept some of Iris’ hair from her shoulder the raven-haired knew what was coming. With a sly smile on her face she would slowly move her neck and shoulders so she was exposing her neck to Severin like an enthralled vampire’s victim waiting for the blood kiss ceremony. When he let the first kiss on her skin Iris let out a long and heavy breath, then he swiftly moved to the other side of her neck and Iris found herself biting her lower lip to repress anything else coming out. Wow, that man was a true seducer and a kisser! Whoever had that man for themselves was an actual lucky person, but as long as the match lasted he was Iris’.

Whispering sweet things to Iris’ ear, the Greek finally opened her eyes and gazed at him, her voice so low and deep that was more like a purr. “I like your style...”, she said before leaning in once more, giving him a deeper kiss and now adding some tongue to it, but then she would quickly change her stance as she retreated from the kiss without allowing him to return it. Suddenly her impish side came to surface as her face of seduction turned into one of mischief. “Buuuut before that I really wanna see what you can do, so come on!!” Saying this Iris would spring to action, not too suddenly since she didn’t want to make it look like she was going for foul play, but her grappling intentions were real as she tried to secure a side headlock on Severin.

[DSX93]

Oh yeah. This is getting nice and smoove. Severin had the feeling that this wasn't going to make Iris forget about the Hardstyle portion of the match, and as randy as he is, he wasn't sure if he wanted her to. His aversion to inflicting pain on women remained, but now that he's had some time to settle into the life, he's been developing a stronger taste for competition. Seeing exactly what his gains and the lessons from the more experienced Beatriz and Keira can do for him. He wanted to make them proud.

Not that he was going to complain about getting a taste of this lovely lady, of course. And oh, what a taste! He had her back. He had the advantage. But still, Iris managed to take control. He's come to realize that female wrestlers in general are a different breed. Everyone in this business needs to show some initiative if they have any aims of making it to the top, so it comes easy to them. But it never gets any less hot!

Ooh, and she was a tease too. Slipping a tongue in for a quick dance, getting that moan she was looking for out of him and dashing before he could pull her even closer to him and return the favor. Okay, girl! He'll give her that. Two down, eight more to go. But it's game on now.

He was already wearing a winning grin at the end of that kiss. It grew wider when she made her challenge, and hadn't faded in the slightest when she got that headlock cinched in. With his cheek brushing up against the side of her breast, not to mention the view of the way her arms were pushing the both of them up...Yeah, how could it? "Game on, babe!"

With one arm still around her waist, he'd attempt to slip the other beneath her legs, behind the knees. If he managed that, he'd scoop her right up, bring her back down onto the silk and cloudlike mattress, and hope the impact and bounce would be enough to shake her hold loose so he could apply a headlock of his own.

[Galahad]

Oh yeah, that was going to be a good night. However, and despite how Severin wanted so hard to turn the situation into a bedroom one, using all of his charms to try and get the two contestants there as soon as possible, Iris still prided herself on being a wrestler above all. Of course they would get to the bedroom part, how could she resist a man looking and acting like Severin did, after all? The only caveat to that would be having some proper grappling before, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t tease the hell out of the other while they tussled around that giant bed.

At that point in the match both contestants were disregarding the referee who hadn’t given the match a proper start, but since Iris was the first one to start the offensive with her kissing and then the headlock it was clear that they weren’t really interested in giving the official much attention. LAW wouldn’t mind much about this since it would surely make for a great show for the people watching from home. The cameras all around the room would make sure of that.

After securing a side headlock Iris felt pretty good about the start to that match, but her instincts expected Severin to fight back soon so the situation of control wouldn’t last long. That was how the man came to grab her by the waist and below the leg to hoist her before dropping her back on the bed with a soft impact. It wasn’t a move aimed to hurt her but to make her lose her balance and her focus, and in that it was pretty successful. With a gasp of surprise at Sevenrin’s strength when her body was scooped, Ariadne’s grasp on Severin’s neck weakened so the man not only achieved an escape but reversed the hold, being now Iris the one with her head trapped! “Not baaad...”, chanted Iris in a playful tone, “...but how about this?!” Iris would wrap her arms around Severin’s waist and apply some strength to the sides in order to make him lose his balance and get the two of them lying on the bed.