An Allie Cat vs A Golden Snake! -- Strong Style Showdown (Alix Jacques vs Airi Higa)

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, or Disqualification.
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was used to working with new people. As a model -- months after getting started herself, actually -- she would work with green girls who didn't quite know what to expect of a photoshoot. As a porn star, she'd guide new talent who had never performed in front of cameras before. And as a sexfighter, she'd often be called upon to welcome new wrestlers to the sport. Some, to sex in general.

And on the subject of firsts, this was one for her. Sort of. Airi Higa wasn't new to the world of professional wrestling, but she was new to LAW. And with sex work being what she was best known for, and LAW being the den of horniness that it is, she figured that Hentai was going to be the order of the day when she was told about the new girl. But no, this was going to be a standard match. But she wasn't complaining; she needed to put the full scale of her abilities to the test. And after that first voyage against Daisuke Takeuchi -- an impromptu match-up that stole the show that night -- she wasn't too surprised that they were putting her up against somebody who had been reported to be possessed of a similar mentality.

Egotistical, viewing everybody around them as lesser. And as was the case with Daisuke, the word was that this was no act. But as she had with Daisuke, Alix would give her the benefit of the doubt. Confirm it for herself.

Alix took a deep breath as her

was played. Her music, literally: A single

(Just go with it here; pretend that Skin Diamond/Raylin Joy doesn't exist in-universe)

She hadn't intended that "Freakin' Out" be a theme song from its inception, but after she'd made the decision to branch out to standard competition, she thought it stood a fair chance of catching on with the fans.

The opening left no room for the smoke show she usually puts on in her Hentai matches, so she came right out with that runway strut. One foot in front of the other, with more

(Something like this.)

than what she'd come out with in her Hentai matches. An exaggerated, but no less eye catching swing to her hips, a hand propped up on her side with her arm swinging, stopping at the end of the ramp to take in the applause. Electric as always, raising the roof. She brought her hands up to her lips, then threw them out in a sweeping motion to either side, spreading the love back out as wide as she could before bringing them back in front of her chest to form a heart.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Standing at five-foot-six and weighing in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds, fighting out of New York, New York, Aliiiiiix Jacques!"

She made her way down the ramp with more gradual steps, taking advantage of the camera's focus to indulge herself and vibe out to her song. "♩Ooh, forget about it. Don't write home about it. Just stop Freakin' Out, yeah...♩"

Singing. A little boogieing. Pageantry that the capacity audience welcomed.

"♩Woah...WOOOOOAAAH!♩" As shown with a chant as they followed along with the music, a la Cody Rhodes. With the

from her and all. "♩I've gotta, gotta have it all! WOOOOOAAAH!♩" She bent forwards and windmilled her head, twirling her hair about, letting that be her body's way of singing about being driven up the wall. "♩WOOOOOOAAAAH! Tell me, do you see it now? And I can't stooop! I've got a lotta things to show!♩"

When she finally did make it to the ring, she'd forgo the booty shaking that would normally precede her slip through the ropes -- this song wasn't a good fit for it -- and skip straight to a descent onto split legs after using the middle rope to pull herself up and onto the apron. One of the camera would capture a long, loving shot of her plump, rounded derriere, clad in skimpy tights that hugged her like a second skin as she crawled underneath the ropes. Once she was clear, she got back onto her feet with style, pushing herself up into a handstand, then touching down on them after leaning her body forward.

Alix turned to the stage, waiting in the center of the ring for Ms. Golden Snake.

[Eir]

Airi Higa walked through the arena’s hallways in her wrestling attire and an expensive fur coat. Tonight, she was facing against an interesting opponent. A sexfighter, how disgusting.

After her opponents long entrance. Airi’s theme began playing loudly throughout the venue The lights around the arena began to dim one by one as the piano played. Once the violin started playing, the screen above the stage flashed in bold, golden letters displaying the words **Golden Snake!!** Yellow spotlights beamed over the crowd, bathing them in light as Airi emerged and walked slowly down the ramp.

Entrance music

“Her opponent, from Nishihara, Okinawa. Standing at one hundred and seventy five pounds, she is known as the Golden Snake. AIRIIIIII HIIIIIIGAAA !!”

She reached the ring, stepped through the ropes with grace, began to air play the violin before striking her usual pose in the center. She glanced at her opponent, a face of disgust clearly showing in her face.

Golden Snake !!

She examined her opponent, before speaking. “Pathetic.” She leaned on the ropes as she scuffed and shook her head “You are a disgrace to wrestling”

She paused, taking a glance at the crowd then back at the woman “This match will be all you will ever be known for, after I humiliate you !!” she laughed as she brought her hand to her mouth. “Don’t worry…I will make it a good one” she licked her lips as she stretched her arms, preparing herself for the match.

The bell rung, and she raised her hands above her chest as she circled the woman, ready to grapple with her.

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Airi certainly had an image that was consistent with what Alix had heard about her. The classical touch with her music, fur coat, frilly trim, the Hime cut, even her poise -- the way she walked -- carried an air of "better than you". And the way this woman looked at her...She couldn't tell whether she or Daisuke was more disgusted with her.

Either way, Alix let the venom slide right off of her, meeting her promises of humiliation with a smile. "Sounds like a good time to me!" And a giggle, outwardly treating Airi's trash talk like it was flirting.

The two women circled the center of the ring, each looking for an angle. An opening. Checking for the slightest hole they could open up for their first offensive. Airi would eventually raise her hands into position for a standard collar and elbow tie-up that Alix would meet with zero hesitation, her well-cultivated muscles flexing along her fine, curvaceous body as she pushed against the light Heavyweight.

"How about..." She began, grunting with her efforts to power the Golden Snake back. "A smooch...? To start this off right?"

[Eir]

Airi growled, her eyes narrowing as her opponent dared to respond to her words. Who the hell did this woman think she was? To have the nerve to talk back to her like that, like she was her equal? Like she had any right to stand toe-to-toe with her? The audacity. But it didn’t matter. Not really. That attitude would crumble soon enough, once Airi had her flattened on the mat, begging for mercy beneath her boot.

She continued moving around the other woman, before their hands finally met, the test of strength began. Airi pushed forward, as she tried to force the woman back. She continued to push as she looked at the girl when she spoke and her eyes widened.

A kiss. A kiss? During a match?

“W-What?” she stammered, her focus cracking as her cheeks turned red. Was this woman serious? She gritted her teeth. “A kiss?”

She felt her opponent’s strength, forcing her to take a stumbling step back. The blush deepened “I would never want to kiss you!” Airi screamed, she shoved back with all her strength. She let go of her opponents hands and went behind her, gripping her waist tightly as she attempted to slam her onto the mat with a German Suplex.

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Ooh! Looks like somebody's never touched the naughty wrestling before! Somebody's bound to take advantage of that. Alix also peeped that stumble. The fluster played a strong role in that, she was sure, but maybe it was also a sign of a strength advantage in her favor? Not quite. But Alix didn't test the exact depths of that disparity.

She'd taken her shot and it struck true, creating a crack in Airi's pretty head. Now, was she in? Had she claimed some real estate in there? It might look like it now, with the formerly Golden, now Beet Red Snake making such a strong push, but Alix wasn't so cocky as to call it here. Her muscles remained flexed, but this was just a smoke screen. When she felt how much Airi was putting into it, she yielded. Gritted her teeth, like she was trying to do something. Turned her head only slightly for a quick look at where she was going and exactly how fast.

It was the prime time for Airi to make a move if she was going to do it, and she did. Slipped behind her, wrapped her arms tight around her waist...Alix's defensive instincts kicked right in, moving her leg to a position where

Airi's knee, or both of them, if she had to.

And while she had the opportunity, she'd try to

Hopefully it would be the lockpick she needed to get out of this.

[Eir]

Pathetic, Airi thought, eyes narrowing. She actually thinks a kiss will give her the upper hand? What a joke. A sly, almost predatory smile tugged at her lips. But deep down, she was blushing, caught completely off guard. The crowd roared. Some cheered for Alix, others booed the Golden Snake. Airi felt Alix’s foot wedge behind her knee. Then came the fingers, slipping into her grip.

Airi waited. She tightened. With eerie grace, she adjusted, her body sliding upward, coiling over Alix’s back. She released the waist lock and slipped her arm under Alix’s chin, locking in a standing Dragon Sleeper. One hand clutched her own thigh for leverage. The other cinched the choke tight. Airi tossed her hair back and grinned darkly, dragging Alix a few steps into the center of the ring, making a show of her control.

“Thought you were clever?” she snarled, loud enough for the hard cam. “Let’s see how clever you are when you’re gasping for air.”

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There! Alix was free. For all of maybe a second before Airi readjusted, slithering into the next hold like her nicknamesake. Her arm coiled around her neck and squeezed hard with some oppressive torque, so tight, she couldn't even cry out. It was a bad hold to be locked in, difficult to escape, let alone counter. But it could've been worse; she could've taken this to the ground and locked in a bodyscissor. And before that, she could've been using both arms. That she only used the one said plenty about the confidence she had in her strength.

"LET'S GO, ALIX!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap! "LET'S GO, ALIX!" Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!

Alix didn't waste any time, raising her arms up high to search for Airi's head. It was a long shot, but in the absence of any other immediate options, she took her chances. If she could get a grip and pull or twist, it just might be enough to make Airi unconsciously put some slack on the hold as her body would follow to correct itself.

[Eir]

Airi watched Alix’s arms reaching up, trying to grab her head. She shifted instinctively, her chin dropping, shoulders cinching tighter. “How predictable…” Her voice was breathy, amused, like she’d already won. Because in her mind, she had.

Her forearm pressed firm, cutting off airflow like a steel door. She could feel Alix’s muscles twitching, straining against it. “C’mon, girl. Thrash for ’em. Make it entertaining.”

The crowd didn’t seem to stop with their cheering. If anything, their chants got louder. That should’ve annoyed her. But it didn’t. Airi loved this part, the hope the crowd had before they inevitably saw their hero collapse.

“See? They believe in you.” Airi leaned in closer, lips brushing Alix’s ear. “Let’s make ’em watch what happens next.” She was showboating now. Taking her time. Because she could. Because she thought Alix was done.

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Okay. That didn't work. Alix hadn't expected it to. Her only recourse now was to try to reach the ropes. Quite the daunting task with that steel trap of an arm squeezing around her throat, constantly pulling her away and making her thrash, just as Airi wanted, in her body's attempts to find and maintain its footing in such awkward positioning.

This is bad.

Wait.

Oh, thank goodness. She's a monologuer.

Well, it wasn't exactly a monologue, but Airi was making the classic villain mistake. Get a good move in, and you think you have it won. When Airi leaned in nice and close, Alix's movements were almost automatic. She reached up again, her hands having a much better idea of where her head was this time. After they found a place on either side of the Golden Snake's head, she sent a knee speeding up to crack it.

[Eir]

Airi’s confident smirk flickered the moment the knee slammed into her head. She had to let go, stumbling back with a sharp gasp and clutching her jaw. The pain hit harder than she wanted to admit, but she wasn’t about to give Alix the satisfaction.

“OW !!” she yelled, as she dropped to one knee. She pushed herself up slowly.