Damien Pyre vs Audrey Trovita - "Hell Unleashed"

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Match Type: Hardcore Hentai Verbal Submission
Victory Conditions: Win by accepting your opponent's verbal submission, after forcing an orgasm
No Disqualifications

Deep within the confines of the locker room, the smell of iron wafted into Damien Pyre's nostrils. It always came to him before a fight, that phantom trace of blood in the air, sharp and familiar, settling his nerves instead of stirring them. His breath came deep and measured, fogging the cracked mirror in front of him. Sweat already clung to his skin, not from exertion, but anticipation and pure excitement.

After the spectacle he had delivered in his debut, someone in charge had decided it was time to see what happened when the leash came off. And they couldn't have chosen a better offering than tonight's stipulations, not to mention the cute little red head that came along with it. A hardcore verbal submission match meant there would be no ambiguity about how this would end. Someone would speak the words, voice cracking or breaking or begging, and only one of them would decide when to let go. Damien had no doubts in mind as to who that person would be. The thought alone was enough to get him salivating like a rabid dog, already envision the night of torture and punishment he had in store for the poor opponent who'd be sharing the ring with him. “This is what you wanted,” he muttered to his reflection, voice low and rough. “This is what you need.”

The distant thud of bass rolled through the walls as his music cue hit. Damien exhaled through his nose and reached for his jacket. The leather slid over his shoulders, spiked collar catching the light as he adjusted it into place. He didn’t rush, there was no need. Hell, after all, always arrived right on time.

Entrance Theme: Avenged Sevenfold - Shepherd Of Fire

Damien Pyre Entrance Gear

He stepped through the curtain as the lights dropped. A moment of darkness and hushed silence passed, then the stage erupted in fire. Columns of flame blasted upward in violent bursts, heat washing over him as red strobes cut through the smoke. Damien emerged through it all like a royal demon, a prince summoned from the depths of hell to wreak havoc and chaos in the world of professional wrestling. His silhouette was framed in flame, head tilted slightly downward as sparks rained behind him. The crowd reacted in a single, swelling wave of noise, but he gave them nothing in return. His eyes never left the space ahead, already claiming it, already imagining the shape of a body battered, broken, and brutalized beneath his weight.

At ringside, Damien slowed, taking in the scene. He placed a hand on the apron and hauled himself up with ease, climbing all the way to the top turnbuckle. He turned to face the crowd, chest rising with a deep breath as flames roared behind him once more. Fingers extended into devil horns, he held the pose for a moment, soaking in the heat, the noise, the expectation, before the fire and music slowly died down. He discarded his jacket and hopped down to the canvas, making his way to his corner of the ring.

Damien Wrestling Gear

This was where he belonged. A match designed to strip away excuses and leave only pain and surrender in their place. His amber gaze remained fixed forward to the entrance ramp, eager to lay eyes on the first soul in LAW who he could finally plunge into the depths of hell.

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Meanwhile, in a locker room across the hall, Audrey stood checking

in the mirror. There wasn't much she could really do to make it harder to toy with, but if there was anything at all that could fortify it better against tampering, she was going to do it. Said preparations included... tying the small, thin knot in the front of her top as tight as she could get it. She bit her lip, then set her mouth in a firm line. It was... a little bit tighter, at least... not likely to spill out of it without some coaxing, anyway.

Audrey had been unable to find much on her opponent for the evening, but she didn't really need to know too much about him to know what he had in store for her tonight. The type of match they'd been scheduled for said everything, as usual. Staff had decided it had been too long since she'd had a rough go of it and the fans were clamoring for some down and dirty action, so who else but the freckled ragdoll would be chosen to pull back in those viewers?

But there was something a bit different about Damien than most of her prior male foes. He was muscular, yes, but lean. A smaller build, somewhat more comparable to her own - taller only by inches and a weight difference that wasn't meaningfully drastic. A mountain she could still topple if she found the right leverage. Easier to toss around, easier to fold and lock into positions. She could do this. This wasn't just Audrey being fed to the demons; this was a devil she could defeat with a bit of patience, skill, and maybe some luck.

Unfamiliar music overhead pulled her attention to the large screen TV in the room, where her opponent was about to make his entrance. Hoping to glean any last-minute useful information about him, Audrey looked on. To say his opening outclassed hers was an understatement. The flames and smoke and lighting made him look far more imposing than his profile had. Or perhaps the spiked jacket had something to do with it, too. The devil's head buckle on his bottoms was a nice touch, she had to admit... but still not quite enough to distract her eyes from drifting downwards to what was concealed - barely - below. And the fishnet material showing skin along the sides did little to help put her mind at ease.

A sharp pain pricked the redhead's palms and made her jump, and she quickly uncurled the fist she didn't realize she'd been making before her fingernails drew blood. Relax, she told herself, taking a slow, deliberate, deep breath to wrangle her imagination, already beginning to run wild with overly-dramatic horrors she might be about to walk into. You can handle this. You've been training for this. You know how these things are expected to go now, and you know what to do about it. You just have to... go do it.

Easier said than done, she knew... but this was what she was here for. As always, she had to give it her best. That much never changed.

Her own entrance was little compared to Damien's -

played, but as was custom in these sort of matches, Audrey was all business. No skipping down the ramp, no skirt twirling or playing up the crowd, no sparkler in hand. Just a quick two-fingered salute to acknowledge the crowd, and then a steady march forwards, head held high and chest puffed out, her eyes locked on the male already in the ring, watching her with greedy interest. Her face - she hoped - betrayed none of the underlying concern bubbling deep within.

She climbed her way up the apron, calmly slipped between the upper two ropes, and suddenly found herself faced with a decision. She stood there, frozen for just a moment, keeping her focus on her dance partner for the evening. Eventually, she silenced the devil on her shoulder and stepped towards the center of the ring. She paused there, her hand outstretched; it was Damien's decision whether or not he'd accept the handshake. In a match like this, she normally didn't offer it - but knowing as little about him as she did, Audrey chose to hope that even despite the match they were about to have, he might be a decent person. There was no reason to start off on the wrong foot and be disrespectful, not without proven reason.

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Damien didn’t move when she stepped forward.

He stood planted near the center of the ring, shoulders relaxed, arms loose at his sides, watching Audrey with a calm that bordered on predatory patience. The crowd noise blurred into a low, restless hum as she closed the distance, her outstretched hand hovering between them like an offering. He let the moment stretch, eyes drifting from her face to her breasts and back again, studying her with a lustful gaze.

For a fleeting moment, the camera caught his open palm and the crowd leaned in, some expecting the gesture to be returned. Instead, his arm snapped across his body in a vicious arc. The back of his hand cracked against Audrey’s cheek with a sharp, echoing slap that rang through the arena. Her head whipped to the side from the force, hair flying as the sound landed before the pain could even register. A collective gasp tore through the stands, shock rippling outward at the sheer, unapologetic disrespect of it.

Damien remained where he was, watching her recoil, watching the sting bloom across her face. His mouth curled into a slow, satisfied grin as he took a step into her space, close enough now to make the imbalance impossible to ignore. His hand came up again, not to strike this time, but to hook beneath her chin, forcing her head back just enough for him to look directly into her eyes.

“You got the wrong idea babe” Damien growled, “I'm not here to play nice with you. I'm here to turn this ring into your personal hell” his voice was low and even, carrying far more menace than volume ever could. "And I've got a feeling it's gonna be even more fun than I imagined" Damien licked his lips, his eyes staring hungrily at Audrey's supple body.

He released her abruptly and shoved her backward with both hands, sending her stumbling a step as the crowd erupted into boos. Damien turned slightly, spreading his arms as if inviting their outrage, soaking it in without a hint of shame. He tapped his own cheek with two fingers, mockingly, before snapping his attention back to her.

The referee took an instinctive step forward, arm half-raised, eyes wide as the official looked between them as if they might interfere. Then they hesitated, remembering that this was technically a no disqualification bout, and so the unprovoked move was technically within limits. After a moment’s consideration, the ref lowered their arm, gave a small, resigned shrug, and motioned for the match to officially begin.

DING! DING! DING!

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For a brief moment, the two fighters simply stood there quietly at the center of the ring; Audrey with her hand outstretched, and Damien silently observing her - but not with curiosity, as she might have expected of her gesture, but with patience. The moments stretched into seconds, and the corners of Audrey's mouth begun to slump into the beginnings of a frown as the tension and awkwardness had crept into the air. Worse, she took note of his where his eyes focused - looking her body up and down, again not with casual curiosity, his gaze drifting directly to her chest and back up again. The moment she realized where he'd been looking, recognition dawned, and she could see in his eyes that predatory look she'd seen in matches past from many a male opponent. Definitely not the start she'd hoped for.

Audrey could feel the blush beginning to develop on her cheeks, and by then she knew there was little point to holding out her peace offering. But before she could lower her hand, Damien moved. For a split second, Audrey thought - or, perhaps, hoped - that he was going to accept it after all. Then that moment shattered, as sharp as the sting in her cheek from where his knuckles cracked her.

She winced involuntarily even as her head was jolted sideways, her eye squeezing shut from the surprise blow, her ponytail swinging around hard enough and to come to rest over her shoulder. A different sort of red hue begun to appear on her cheek, overtaking the faint blush that had been there only moments prior. The hand she'd held out as a respectful offering instead reached up towards the sting with the intent of soothing it away.

Damien's hand found her face before her own did. She froze in mid-air as his fingers caressed her chin and tugged, steering her vision right back into his, her hair sliding off her shoulder and down her back again. Her eyes shifted from shut in pain to wide with sudden fear in an instant, instinct kicking in, and after a short gasp, she held her breath.

The low, menacing calmness in his tone of voice sent a chill down her spine, unnerving the redhead far more than had he shouted at her. It was that tone that said "you belong to me and we both already know it". His eyes once again drifted down to her breasts, now up close and personal, but Audrey found herself rooted in place, still gripped by the the suddenness of his aggression. Instinct kept Audrey frozen, terrified that any kind of counter-strike - or even words - might invite something worse. It was far more welcoming to hope that he was simply counting her freckles.

It wasn't until he shoved her away that the spell was broken and Audrey's return to the present was marked by having to maintain her balance as she stumbled several paces backwards. While Damien soaked in the crowd's displeasure, Audrey re-focused, mentally psyching herself back up to speed.

He's in your head. And he's not even trying! Don't let him. He's not the predator your past opponents have been. They've finally given you an opponent your size! You could probably even lift him! You can handle him.

It wasn't until the referee stepped back and the bell rung that Audrey found her voice again, snipping back at his earlier taunt. "Sure, if your idea of fun is being twisted like a pretzel. We'll see who really finds hell in this ring!"

And with that, she charged forwards, arm outstretched, aiming to slam it right into his throat.

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Damien let out a warped chuckle. His opponent's innocence might have been amusing if it wasn't so naïve, a point only proved as Audrey made the opening move. The red head came in hot, her arm cutting through the air with a tight line aimed straight for Damien’s throat. The crowd roared for impact, ready to see some immediate retribution, only for the moment to evaporate as Damien slipped just outside her range with a carefully timed half-step pivot, letting her lariat whip past him with nothing but air to connect to.

As her momentum carried her forward, Damien’s hand shot out, attempting to seize her wrist. If successful, his other arm would follow through in the same motion, threading up under her captured arm and folding it back sharply behind her shoulder. In an instant her lariat had been inverted into a tight, punishing hammerlock, her elbow bent high and her forearm driven up between her shoulder blades at an angle that no joint enjoyed. But Damien didn’t settle for merely holding her there.

He stepped in close, chest brushing her shoulder, bulge tight and noticeable against her back as his hot breath basked against the side of her neck. It was clear he was using the closeness not only leverage, but also to invade. His free hand found her hip, fingers spreading with slow confidence as he guided her posture forward and down, forcing her spine into a bow. Damien gave the hammerlock a small, incremental crank, pulling her wrist higher against its joint.

"A pretzel, eh? I can think of far more imaginative shapes to twist you into.

Another slow crank of the hammerlock.

“Just do me one favor,” he added, tone dipping into a demonic purr as he leaned into Audrey's ear, “try not to break too fast. I like to take my time ruining pretty bitches like yourself”

After savoring the words with a lick at his opponent's ear, he began to walk her toward the ropes in the hammerlock, dragging her bent and restrained like a prisoner under escort, until her body was trapped against his chest, enough to cage her in place and make it clear he was in no hurry at all to ease the pressure.

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...Perhaps she should have thought that through.

Damien didn't even do any fancy move or duck underneath her attack. He just *sidestepped it. Audrey's arm swung hard, whooshing through the air and completely missing her target, sending her spinning around and stumbling.

Before she could fall over, however, she was pulled backwards as Damien caught her by the wrist. She managed to stay on her feet, but at the cost of allowing her arm to be wrenched behind her back. She let out a grunt, a mixture of discomfort and frustration, having already landed herself in a difficult spot.

But that discomfort was nothing compared to the shiver she felt as he stepped up behind her, not simply just violating her personal bubble, but pressing their bodies close enough for her to feel his bulge poking her. Instinctively she tried to take a step forwards, to put some distance between them, but the grip on her arm tightened and she was left exhaling another quick whimper instead. Meanwhile, his other hand traced her skin, forcing her to bend forwards. The position only amplified the impact of his bulge against her body, and realizing what this must have looked like to the crowd, her heart began to race. She grit her teeth in defiance, an attempt to keep her breathing steady. She had to get out of this, and fast.

"A pretzel, eh? I can think of far more imaginative shapes to twist you into."

Another jolt, another spark of pain shooting through her arm and triggering another yelp. She had been about to respond - something about this twist not being very inventive - but before she could fully complete the sentence in her mind, the rest of his threat made her hold her breath with a soft gasp.

"I like to take my time ruining pretty bitches like yourself.”

Her defiant expression slipped, apprehension clear in her eyes instead. They were just words, but her mind had long since connected them with terror. What was it about that derogatory language that made her feel so helpless? Moreso even, at least right now, than the compromising position she was being restrained in.

She shook her head with another grunt as he licked her ear, this one of disgust, but it did little to actually help her. How did she get out of this hold, again? Something involving spinning and slipping around her captor... but that was if she was standing upright. He had her bent over... so what was she meant to do...?

While her brain scrambled to remember - or devise - a solution, she could offer little resistance besides squirming as Damien walked her forwards, right towards the ropes. She was no closer to a solution by the time they arrived there, and it was only a matter of time until Damien took advantage of his immobile captive...

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Damien had Audrey right where he wanted her, with her body arched over the ropes, stomach pressed to the cables, arm pinned high behind her back in that ugly angle that promised serious damage at the boy's slightest whim. Damien didn’t rush the moment. He pressed his hips forward, closing the remaining space until his thinly veiled bug met the firm ridge of her perfect ass. The ropes dug into her ribs and hipbones, bowing under both their weight. Each time he pressed forward, his covered cock invaded a little deeper, exerting a taunting pressure into his opponent's backside.

He cranked the hammerlock once more, drawing another sharp recoil through her shoulder. His free hand drifted from her hip to her lower ribs, sliding along the slope of her side as if appraising the tension in her muscles and enjoying the shivers of apprehension that coursed within. There was something almost clinical about the way he guided her forward, forcing her to ride the ropes and his bulge in way that made it clear that this was only just the tip of the iceberg when it came to Damien's intentions with his perky opponent.

“Don’t bother squirming,” he breathed near her ear, his voice low enough to be felt more than heard, “I haven’t even started sculpting you yet.”

With that, Damien shifted his stance, right leg stepping between hers to widen her base. His fingers cinched tighter around her captured wrist, locking the hammerlock into a vice. Then, with a sharp jerk of his hips, he hauled her backward off the ropes, wrenching her torso upright and off balance. The crowd jolted with the motion, sensing what was about to come, but Audrey barely had time to plant her feet before Damien moved again.

He dipped his knees, shoulders under hers, arm still threaded behind her back in the hammerlock. Then, in a clean explosive motion, he bridged up and back, dragging her helpless along for the ride in a devastating hammerlock back suplex!

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It hadn't taken very long at all for Audrey to find herself in a rather embarrassing situation. Bent and hanging over the ropes gave the front row quite the view, but the redhead was in no position to do anything about it. The pressure from Damien had the ropes digging into her midsection, and more importantly, her arm wrenched behind her back at a dangerous angle prevented her from even attempting to jerk free. Her free hand clutched at the ropes, hoping to give herself any little bit of space, but any space she managed to make was instantly closed by the pressure Damien put on her body. Her lack of resistance meant that her opponent was able to press himself into her, his noticeable bulge making sure she noticed it was there. Undertones of desperation began to creep into her grunts of pain.

Another harsh crank had the redhead crying out, eyes forced shut involuntarily. At the same time, her body tensed in response to Damien's fingers brushing against her bare skin, struggling not to tremble from the mounting pressure and strain on her entire arm. Still, she dared not try to force herself free for fear of the damage it might cause, but it left her trapped between the ropes and Damien's body.

“I haven’t even started sculpting you yet.”

His words sparked Audrey's defiance, and she bit back in between her sounds of discomfort. "And y-you.. won't...! *Ug!"

She hadn't noticed the shift in his position until his grip tightened. As he lifted her up, Audrey involuntarily let go of the rope, unaware of what was happening. She flailed for it a second later, but by then she'd already been pulled out of reach!

"Oh shit...!"

Instead of her lifting him, she ended up getting the reverse! Her body sailed through the air, the sting of the hammerlock an afterthought as she could only brace for the impending collision. She slammed into the mat headfirst, pain exploding through her neck and shoulders, on top of jostling her still-trapped arm in its socket.

Audrey was left dazed, hovering upside-down with her legs in the air and skirt flipped downwards, until either Damien let her flop to the ground in a heap, or attempted to reposition her himself.

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Audrey hung there in that inverted freeze-frame, legs skyward, skirt collapsed toward gravity, her spine bowed around the impact like she’d been folded in half by a vengeful hellion. Damien didn’t let her slide yet. He held her suspended in that obscene tableau, one broad hand pinning the hammerlocked wrist tight against her own shoulder blade, the other braced under her hip to counterbalance the arch. Cameras flashed. Front row fans gawked. Only once the humiliation had properly fermented did Damien finally release, letting the redhead crumple to the canvas like discarded meat.

He rolled through the landing, up to a knee, then rose to full posture with a lazy satisfaction stretching across his face. Audrey was still down, still vulnerable, and the sight clearly animated the hell-born boy’s imagination. He stepped in and drew back his leg before punting her in the ribs. The impact cracked loud enough to jolt the crowd, flipping her onto her back with an involuntary recoil. But Damien didn't stop there, he raised his foot and began raining down stomps in quick succession.

“You probably thought you had a chance, huh?” he sneered between impacts, voice dipped in venom and delight. “Paired with a guy like me? Someone 'bout your size?” Another stomp. Another twist. “Turns out hell comes in all shapes and sizes, babe...” his foot pressed down, lingering, savoring the way she tensed beneath him “and we’re just getting started.”

The audience booed him like a stormcloud. He basked in it. The jeers poured gasoline on whatever sadistic engine was humming beneath his ribs. Once satisfied with the damage, Damien bent down, grabbed Audrey by both legs, and dragged her across the canvas. Her upper body bumped and skidded until he released her a few feet shy of the nearest turnbuckles, letting her settle where she landed.

He immediately sprinted for the corner with gymnast precision, vaulting up the ropes in one fluid chain until he perched on the top turnbuckle like a gargoyle surveying a sacrifice. Both hands shot outward in his signature devil horns, tongue out, head rolling in taunting ecstasy as the crowd unleashed another cascade of hate. Only then did he glance over his shoulder to check if his target was still splayed on the mat. Confirming her position, Damien bent his knees, and launched off the top ropes, the demon having finally sprouted wings as he hurled through the air in a full 360 degree flip. He arced into the void, body rotating into a full 360° moonsault, limbs spread in a starburst as he reached the apex. Core tightened. Shoulders squared. Chiseled abs steeled for impact. The target was undeniable as his body braced to collide with Audrey in a spectacular moonsault!

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After the impact, gravity ceded its pull, enough to allow Audrey to remain inverted against the mat with her skirt flipped down for all to see. Damien himself made sure to hold her there, ensuring she couldn't just lean to the side and ease the pressure still seeping through her neck. She sat there, letting pictures immortalize another night of shame, until Damien let her go, his jostling of her arm toppling her over onto her side.

"Uuuughhhh...."

Audrey writhed on the ground, her injured arm reaching up to rub at the back of her neck as the rest of her body curled up into itself, while her other hand rubbed her sore elbow. That crash was a huge wake-up call, and she had not started on time tonight.

"Guh!"

Her body recoiled, a sharp impact in her ribs robbing her of her air along with her cry of pain. Her body, already curled into a ball, instead flopped onto her back, her knees in the air before her legs dropped back to the mat. And before she could recover, more stomps began to rain down on her prone form, each one making her body jolt like she'd been shocked. Her hands came up to attempt to shield herself, but ended up only shooting pain through her fingers rather than her ribs.

One final stomp and Damien's foot ground against her body, drawing a squeal from the redhead as her body squirmed beneath the torment. She attempted to push and lift the offending limb off her, and eventually she'd succeed - if only because Damien chose to stop. Audrey gasped for air, offering no resistance as she was grabbed by the legs and dragged sliding against the mat to the corner.

Audrey was completely unaware of what Damien was doing, lost in her attempts at recovery. Only when the arena lights above dimmed did she realize he was coming right down on top of her, limbs splayed wide! If she'd seen him seconds sooner, she might have remembered to raise her knees and let him come crashing down on her that way instead.

But she hadn't, and Damien's moonsault executed perfectly, his body splashing down on the redhead. Her limbs jolted off the mat as his body compressed hers upon impact, before coming back down like jelly, one arm flopped across his back. The redhead heaved, struggling for air, her feet scraping the mat, hoping to find the post and use it to kick off, pushing herself free from his crushing weight.

She wasn't sure what she would do if she managed to roll herself out from underneath him (likely scramble to her feet and stumble away towards the opposite side of the ring), but he was too close, too dangerous on top of her, to ignore it. She offered no words, focusing instead on attempting to recover.