Match type: literally anything goes POW submission match
Attire: normal
Victory condition:make your opponent submit, hentai is allowed and encouraged, the first person to tap out is the property of the winner for a week
Referee: Brittany
Celina was tying her boots, getting ready for her match, boots safely around her feet and leotard hugging her nice and tight, she would end up hearing her theme play as she ran out, sliding down the railings before running up to the ring and sliding in on her stomach, before hopping up and waving to the crowd, before walking to her corner and waiting for her opponent
Celina's appearance:
Celina's theme:
The flames will not harm you unless you intend to harm them, remember if you get hurt, the flames do not attack without reason
Chalia steps out from behind the curtain, head held high, hips swaying with effortless confidence, she walks forward oozing confidence. As she reaches the ring, she stops just short of the apron, placing a hand on her hip and dragging her tongue across her bottom lip, with a smug expression. Then she swings her leg up onto the middle rope, balancing herself before flipping herself inside the ring.
As she lands she gets a proper look at the much shorter opponent. She looks down on her, ignoring the audience.
"Aw, it's just a little girl!" she leans over slightly, as if trying to eliminate the bothersome height difference
Celina would look up at her opponent, she was tall, but she also wasn't insanely worried, at least she tried not to be, but in truth her nerves were on thin ice and she wasn't sure how long she could last against this Amazon of a woman , but she knew she had to try
"just because I'm shorter doesn't mean I don't have fight"
Celina would retort
The flames will not harm you unless you intend to harm them, remember if you get hurt, the flames do not attack without reason
With the two in their own corners at the ring, the bell rung signaling they may begin.
Chalia remined in an idle, non defensive position, with one hand placed on her hip, and the other raised in the upper arm, the woman staring at her own instead of her enemy.
"Mmmph, I'll give you your leeway. You can start." she said, her eyes half closed showing completely unbothered expression
Celina would grit her teeth, before immediately attempting to rush at her opponent, aiming a strong punch at her opponent before attempting to pull her forward, of successful she would immediately just off the top rope and jump onto her back in order to pull her arm up so that she can start an abdominal stretch so that she can end this match quickly
Last edited by DarknessMaster on Sun Mar 02, 2025 4:50 pm, edited 1 time in total.
The flames will not harm you unless you intend to harm them, remember if you get hurt, the flames do not attack without reason
Chalia's cockyness gave perfect opening for Celina to attack. And even though Chalia is great at dodging, her blond haired enemy utilized the chance to perfection.
A sharp impact crashed into Chalia, Celina’s fist connecting cleanly.
“Gh—!”
Before she could fully regain her footing, Celina seized her wrist and yanked her forward. Chalia stumbled, unable to resist the momentum as she was dragged toward the ropes. By the time she realized what was happening, Celina had already leaped onto the top rope, using it as a springboard to vault onto Chalia’s back.
"Ah, you little..!"
The brunette started feeling a little scared, her chest raising and falling quicker gave away that she felt upset. With pull of her body being forced sideways, Chalia felt that an abdominal stretch was coming, a move that she really wasn't looking forward to enduring. Her free arm flailed as Celina locked in her positioning, tightening her grip. She gritted her teeth, her exposed midsection prepared for a painful stretch.
"Don’t you dare." The angry girl hissed through her clenched teeth.
Celina would wrap her legs around Chalia's waist as she locked in the painful position, hoping that her opponent didn't get any ideas and would just tap out immediately, she knew that probably wouldn't happen but she was an optimist so she could at least hope that would happen
The flames will not harm you unless you intend to harm them, remember if you get hurt, the flames do not attack without reason
As soon as Celina's legs snapped shut around Chalia's waist, her bare abdomen was forced inward by the overwhelming pressure.
"Nnghh—!" Chalia gritted her teeth, her body jerking involuntarily as her ribs were squeezed. Her obliques burned, the muscles straining with the cruel stretch. Her exposed belly trembled from the conflicting forces and put on full humiliating display, stretched and contorted under Celina’s merciless hold.
Her snake tattoo, an emblem of her clan, meant to look intimidating and fierce, instead of symbolizing strength, it now highlighted her helplessness, a visual reminder of just how much her body was being bent against her will.
"Hhhhggh—D-Damn it—!" Chalia growled, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and agony. A sharp jolt of pain shot through her side, causing her to let out a ragged gasp. Her midriff twisted further, her ribs creaking under the pressure. Her heart pounded. Her body burned. The crowd was roaring, but all she could focus on was the pain. Celina was breaking her down, slowly but surely.
Chalia HATED it. But she couldn't surrender, no matter how painful it wouldn't be. The embarassment from losing the match so soon would be too much. She has to endure it!
Celina would keep her legs shut before getting an idea, slowly using her other hand in order to pull it into just the right angle to steal a bit of Chalia's precious breath from her mouth, she was blushing a little bit at the idea but she knew that she could take the slight bit of embarrassment if she won this match
The flames will not harm you unless you intend to harm them, remember if you get hurt, the flames do not attack without reason
As Chalia winced and growled through the pain,, she suddenly felt something unexpected—Celina’s lips pressing against hers. Her eyes shot wide open in disbelief, a muffled gasp escaping her as Celina held the kiss firmly, teasingly, deliberately.
Chalia's face reddened, both from anger and embarassment. The grip on the stretch never loosened, while the audience erupted at the shocking display, their cheers and whistles adding another layer to Chalia’s humiliation.
Her tan body shuddered against Celina’s as frustration boiled beneath her skin. Not only was she being bent like a plaything, but now this girl had the audacity to steal a kiss from her—in front of everyone! Fury burned in her chest, mixing with the pain in her abdomen, making her body tense against Celina’s grip. Chalia couldn't be more angry if she wanted to!
