An Unrequested Maid: Ivan vs Percilla

[TheSuitedOwl]

Ivan Ramirez v Percilla Renell
Hardstyle Hentai Match
Winner determined via pin, submission, or knockout

Ivan something-or-another Percilla actually wasn't all that sure. A first name and a face that was all she had to go by, yet at no point was a last name ever provided to her. No matter how much she had bugged management for it. To be honest, it kinda pissed her off but such simple overlooked problems couldn't be helped at this time. She was still what they would call a newbie, so it was kinda expected. Not that it would save anyone once Percilla got the chance to knock some sense into people!

Regardless, Percilla would wait patiently by the gorilla position. Her hands clasped behind her back as she waited for her entrance music to kick-in.



Which always seemed to assault her eardrum while she would exit out onto the ramp in a stiff posture. While her hands politely wave to the crowd. Then after circling around the ring a few times Percilla would finally enter the squared circle by the second set of steps at its rear.

At which point she would take center stage, give the cheering crowd a small curtsy, close her eyes, and clasp her hands together at her front. Which had tastefully pressed her cleavage together while she gave off the image of maid-in-waiting.

Of course once Ivan had appeared Percilla would be sure to attend her new "Master" and sit over the middle rope the moment Ivan tried to enter the ring. Thus allowing the young man an easier time to enter the ring before Percilla would finally greet them.

"Are my arrangements to your liking Master?" Percilla asked. Then smirked as she returned to the center of the ring with a slow hypnotic sway to her hips. Eye candy for anyone else but to Ivan she might as well have been daring him to do something!

Appearance

[MR. Q]

Ivan and Amon

Ivan steps into the arena, his expression hard and focused as he surveys his opponent. Percilla's provocative display doesn't escape his notice, but it barely registers—just another trick, just another way to throw him off-balance. He doesn't plan to fall for it twice.

Fool him once, shame on him. Fool him twice, shame on you.

Yeah. His time in LAW is changing him much.

Luckily, his not alone tonight.

Amon stands rigidly beside Ivan, her hands clasped primly in front of her as she observes Percilla's brazen display. A flicker of irritation crosses her features at the sight of the new maid stealing her role, her duty. It passes quickly, replaced by a cold, calculating expression.

Her eyes lock onto Percilla, boring into the woman's back with barely contained disdain. Amon's entire being radiates a sense of coiled tension, ready to spring into action at Ivan's command—if he chooses to give it. Until then, she remains still and alert, the perfect picture of a loyal, obedient servant...waiting to unleash a private hell of joint locks and devastating kicks if required.

Meanwhile, Ivan is unaware of his maid's insulted look, took the offer and climbed inside the ring in Percilla's behest in silence.

Amon's visage darken, storm clouds gathering.

It's gonna be a dark day for her.

[TheSuitedOwl]

When Percilla failed to recieve any praise, or even a despairing comment. The wrestler playing maid would look rather perplexed, he had accepted her invitation into the ring hadn't he? Did it have something to do with the unannounced maid he had decided to walk out with? She certainly hadn't missed those death glares from behind the rope.

"Don't be shy Master be honest with me. I'm a big girl who can handle a bit of criticism." Percilla said. Placing an hand over her hips before continuing.

"Of course I won't deny my act can come off as a bit hollow but there's no trick here." She gestured towards the rest of her body. "What you see is what your getting. So play along and let us indulge in a bit of fun." Percilla finished. A warm but amused grin on her lips as she took a step back and waited for him to do something. "After you Master."

[MR. Q]

Ivan's eyes flicker over Percilla's form, taking in every curve barely concealed by the scrap of fabric posing as a maid outfit. He feels a stirring deep within, a lust and desire rising. But he pushes it down, focusing instead on the way her words grate against his nerves.

Is she looking down on him?

He circles her slowly, predator stalking prey, his movements graceful yet menacing. "You want to play games? Fine. Let's play. But don't expect me to go easy on you because you put on a pretty dress."

Ivan stops behind Percilla, his breath hot against her ear as he leans in. "Because trust me, maid...by the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk out of this ring without limping."

With his last comment, the bell rings.

"Let's begin then. Show me what you're really made of."

[TheSuitedOwl]

Oh, great he's a psycho. Were Percilla's first thoughts as she took in the intense look in the man's eyes. The sort of guy that would fly off the handle at the slightest provocative. She could at least appreciate the restraint to not outright attack her during her flirtatious teasing. Actually now that she thought about it that wasn't going to do her any good. What was it then? Raw energy?

"I would never ask of that from my Master." Percilla huffed. Eyeing up her opponent while he cricled around. Who was a little rough around the edges but nice to look at overall. Nevertheless her gaze would follow him around until he had gotten right behind her left side. Where he would lean in and whisper into her ear just before the bell would ring!

The timing couldn't have been anymore perfect and Percilla couldn't help but feel a tad mischievous. As she turned towards him with an unreadable smile. "Oh don't you worry Master I'm a tough cookie. Ravage my body however you see fit. I've handled the poke of a needle before I'm sure am capable of serving your needs."

At which point Percilla would ready herself, bow, and approach. While her hands were inexplicably still clapsed together at the front of her body. Seconds before Percilla would suddenly spin around and deliver a powerful kick to the left side of Ivan's sternum!

[MR. Q]

Ivan sees the kick coming and raises his left arm just in time to block Percilla's foot from connecting fully with his sternum. Her kick lands solidly against his forearm instead, the impact jolting up his arm but not stopping him. Ivan's right hand shoots out, grasping Percilla's ankle firmly and pushing her away in one smooth motion.

"Is that the best you can do?" Ivan taunts with a grin, impressed at the explosive start. "Because I've handled worse before."

Not waiting for a response, he entered back into her range. Arms up in a guard as he sends a flurry of jabs at her chest and face, an attempt to push her back further into the ring ropes.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Not a lot people could block a surprise spin kick and even less could do so against Percilla's speed and deception. The fact that Ivan had however was a real statement of his skill. As Percilla's smile would grow wide with excitement. She was going have to give this insatiable mad beast a special little kiss just for that one.

Sadly that moment couldn't be less appropriate as Percilla would retrieve her leg with a not-so-helpful shove from Ivan's forearm. Then quickly backtrack as a series of jabs and heavyblows would pepper her hastily made guard. Which had the naughty cat maid gritting her teeth before she would suddenly dive off to the side and then roll back to her feet!

Yet made no effort to stop her momentum as her back hit the nearest set of ropes. Which she immediately used to slingshot herself back to Ivan in an attempt to knock one of his legs out with a baseball slide!

[MR. Q]

Ivan's eyes narrow as Percilla dives out of reach, using the ropes to slingshot herself back at him. He's quick, but not quick enough to dodge the sliding kick entirely. Percilla's foot connects with the side of his knee, throwing off his balance.

Pain sparks through his leg but he forces himself to roll away, using the momentum to spring back to his feet near the ropes.

He glares at Percilla, respect simmering under his anger. The woman has skill, that much is clear. Ivan shakes out his leg experimentally, testing the damage. His knee twinges but holds. Good. He won't let a little pain stop him.

Ivan crouches low, hands raised in a classic boxer's stance. "You hit hard for a maid," he taunts, circling. "But can you take a punch?" In truth, the action was just an excuse to check for any leg injury.

So far so good. Didn't expect for her to go soccer on his leg.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Once her momentum had died out Percilla would kickflip herself back to her feet. Her eyes shimmering with all kinds of mischief as she pressed the tips of all her fingers together and begun to circle Ivan with an intense sensual allure. "Nyah! That makes me so happy to hear Master! I trained hard to be the best maid in the ring. Don't you want me to pamper you? I'm really good."

Percilla stopped the mental math completed in her head as she begun to sprint straight at her opponent in an attempt to force him to throw a punch! Which she would duck under, grab, and then use to apply a well-maintained hammerlock hold! That would not only cause her large soft titties to rub against Ivan's exposed back but allow her to continue to stretch his shoulder and wrist into a tightly packed coil of bone and muscle.


"So which would you prefer Master? Tits? Or ass?" Percilla whispered. An innocent but seductive purr to her voice as she tried to lead Ivan towards the nearest corner.

[MR. Q]

Ivan feels Percilla's soft, warm mounds press against his bare back as the hammerlock takes hold. He grits his teeth against the sensation, fighting to maintain control even as she torques his wrist painfully. The choice she offers hangs in the air, waiting for an answer.

"Tits," he grunts out. Might as well answer. He knows he's falling into her trap, but escape eludes him. Ivan struggles, trying to break the hold, but she's relentless.

For now, he has to endure and wait and see what happens next. By then, he will move next.