Vs.
Match Rules
The match is set for submission fall only. Competitors can only obtain victory by way of submission via tap or vocal surrender.
A vanilla envelope made its way into her hands. After what felt like an eternity of waiting for her opportunity to break a new treasure trove of toys, she finally gets her chance at a match. Mila stopped herself from undoing the latch that held her new victims contents inside. Her Red-Violet gaze peered up towards one of her aides: Sebastian an older gentleman who, believe it or not, had served with the family for close to three generations. He stood ready at attention for his masters next word, prepared for questions. The Doll sat leg over leg in her comfortable arm chair, finishing up training for the day she had a cup of tea on the stand beside her. She was relaxed but to say she was satisfied would be a wasted question on her. ”Before I open this Sebastian, I want you to tell me upfront: Will she satisfy me?” She asks directly, sternly. This was just how she was, Sebastian had come to understand her very well over the years but occasionally she did surprise him. ”I would hope her records will speak for themselves, Milady. I’m sure she’ll provide you with some form of entertainment until we’re able to get those on your list to challenge you. I feel this one is appropriate as a precursor to what you may expect from your new home.” He explains. Mila stood up from her chair, twiddling with the envelope before she set it on the table. She steps up to her tall subordinate and places the heel of her high-heels into his aged slacked foot, slowly grinding away at it. ”Only some entertainment? You would hope? [insolent fool, that’s not what I asked you].” His face lightly scrunches up, he avoids making any clear facial expression unless he wants to become her new training dummy for her unchecked satisfaction. ”I’ll ask you again, and I’ll be no clear this time. Will breaking her satsify me?” the words of her question gave her heel a distinction of when to grind into his foot. Grinning like a happy child, only after she felt did he get the picture did Mila pull away to sit down. He composed himself to answer. ”Yes, Milady, she will. I think you’ll find the contents to be very… agreeable. I’ve made the proper arrangements so that she will be the stepping stone for your endeavors to procure fine, eh…”toys” as you would say.” He declares, keeping his tone solemn and steady as he spoke.
Mila smiled wider, seemingly content with his answer. Her pale fingers snagging the envelope to undo the latch protecting its contents, brushing against the tough texture of the envelope to find a sleek smoothness inside. She first pulls out the picture, carefully studying it with her Red-Violet pools. ”Tell me about her, you know I like to have a basic synopsis before I read these reports. So far, this Doll isn’t anything to look at. Is she a a cadaver?” Mila inquired, setting the picture aside to find a detailed report as well. Sebastian lightly coughed before standing at attention. ”Ma’am. Morgan Romero, more formally known as Alice Ainsley, will be your opponent, she hails from Cardiff, Wales. I believe you’ll find her frequent waltz with death to be most entertaining.” He began. Mila flipped the page as she reached for her tea, taking a well needed sip ”That explains the poor choice in clothing. What a pitiful country Wales is, it hardly has anything cute there, what’s her style like? I hope you have information on that as well?”. Her aid shakes his head. ”Unfortantely, it doesn’t appear she has any traditional teachings, her style mainly consists of the above average street thug, with a profencey in highflying techniques.”
Mila had already began to read through their file, flipping another page. It was worth noting how organized her right hand man tended to be with this sort of thing. She had to appreciate his attention to detail and knack for intel gathering despite any complication. ”Continue Sebastian, I’m sure there’s something else you’d like to add.” He nods, beginning again where he left off. ”I believe she’s a perfect fit for you, seeing as how she tends to throw her weight about and takes her chances despite the odds being against her. I firmly believe this is an individual you can “love” to your hearts content. It may be out of place to say but, perhaps this would be a test for you. You’ve only been able to play with the riff raff Claire manages to scour up, I think this would be a perfect opportunity for you to really ‘get your hands dirty’ as they say.” Perhaps he was onto something but the master of the house tossed the papers to the far off desk close by. ”Dont run your mouth, Sebastian. What I have here is a Doll nobody wants, perhaps she could make do with my attention but I digress. What makes you think I’ll offer my precious love to just anyone? Give me a wrong answer and I’ll punish you properly.” She warns. Sebastian began to pick up the scattered papers, organizing them before tapping them against the table to reset them in place. ”The answer? My Lady, it is quite simple. A woman such as her is malleable, you could shape her into a doll of your choosing. To be frank, she’s the perfect blank slate for you to craft, Lasy Mila..” he replies, bringing with him a kettle of tea to refill her cup. Mila already had an idea but to be on the same page with someone gave her a sense of indulgement that she so rarely sought.
With her cup now refilled a grin spread across her face as she reaffirms her relaxed position once again. ”Tell me what you think I want to do. I want to hear you say it.” She commands. Her aid could only speak with such a vicious indifference, he knew exactly what she wanted to hear and the euphoria hearing the idea given back to her. ”I would have to say you wish to test her on her desire to taunt death. You’re goal would perhaps be to strain them to the core that the very idea of stepping into a room with you scares her more than giving up her own life.” A laugh erupts from her lips as Claire enters the room. She’s unfazed by the sudden laughter as her Lady almost jumps from her seat. ”Oh sweet, naive Sebastian. You were close but you still miss the big picture, as usual. Foot.” with a sharp sigh he presents his free foot, one untouched by her heel grind until…well she planted her heel into his slacks. She shows no interest in his pained expression as she averts her gaze to look up. ”Making her question her beliefs is one thing but what I have planned goes much deeper. When you force someone to question everything they’ve ever believed in, do you know what you do in that situation, Claire?” She asks, forcing her heel into the bone. Catching her somewhat clumsy second aid walk in without making herself known, she lightly jumps at the call out. ”I-I think you would… um…I’m not sure m’lady?” A cup comes flying across the room to knock her square in the forehead. She kneels, whining softly as she rubs the bump forming. ” I’m surrounded by idiots. The correct answer is: Display her. She’s my canvas, my white slab of marble. I could transform her into anything I imagine once she’s beaten and mine. Oh, the love I’ll show her will trump any and all who loved her before. She’ll see me and indulge me in tea time. She’ll allow pretty bows in her hair, with a look superior to the skull she wears so proudly.” she pulls her heel away, only to push out on her planted foot to spin into a dance of her own design. Step, step, step, she rounds the room. Mila preforms her own waltz as she dances with her plan. ”Isn’t it exciting? To crush all these Nothings under my heel, to weed out the worthy? I have so many on my list, I have to wonder if I’ll have the time to give them my attention.” She suddenly stopped and pointed at Claire who was still kneeling, rubbing her bump. ”Claire, get back out there and find me more toys until then, in the mean time I want those on my list to be throughly and intimately investigated. I must know every little thing about them if I want to make them mine. Can you imagine it Sebastian? Claire? Filling this mansion of mine with my Dolls, fully dependent on my love~? If you understand then, go on~.” Claire nods furiously, hurriedly passing Sebastian her notes before heading out of her Study.
Sebastian would tuck them into his coat pocket to thoroughly exam later. Mila was still dancing as he took a deep breath to help ease his pain. Although it was good to see his master in such a good mood for a change.
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Mila was already prepared for the evening, her silky smooth hair was brushed and kept. Her lavender leotard neatly ironed and her collar blemish free. The bow tie was prim and proper as Claire slid on her pink knee socks. Carefully slipping each foot into her lavender boots, mila had gotten quite accustomed to her side dressing her. Despite them being quite the clutz with certain tasks, she had quite the high opinion of them on their fashion sense and her information gathering skills. She smiles as the Doll checks out her laces, finding the knot acceptable. ”Claire, what say we stop by that expensive cake shop on our way home? You can even pick something out for Sebastian and yourself.” She knew the power of the carrot and the stick. Her aides eyes glistened although she dared not to show her excitement. ”I sincerely appreciate your generosity M’lady, Sebastian would also be very thankful for your gift.” her aide stated, stepping back to allow her master to her feet. The doll gingerly smiles as she stands, her arms slipping behind her back with her elbows resting in her palm. Mila turns for the door with Claire following, grabbing hold of the latch to let the doll free. ”Consider it planned. Why don’t you go wait in the crowd, you can come for me once I’ve secured this new doll.” Claire immediately opened her mouth to protest, in that moment Mila’s eyes darkened, a look that could kill. ”I don’t need a chaperone, nor protection. Go wait for me and don’t interfere. her aides mouth closed as she nods with understanding. The smile from seconds ago reappears on the Italians face.
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She spins carefully, keeping herself away from the barricades to avoid any possible interaction with the filth that littered the seats. She stops abruptly with the click of her boots as she stands before the ring. A sigh of sheer excitement escapes her body, deflating the eager doll as she ceremoniously climbs the small metal staircase. She makes no show of slipping between the ropes as her arms stay locked at her back. She spins back on the ball of her toes to meet the entrance. Mila’s gaze locks, eagerly awaiting her vict- opponent.
