Loser Gets Fucked: Church of the Body, Face of the Family

[Malkavia]

Match Type: Standard LGF
Win via KO, submission, or pinfall
Loser Gets Fucked
Hentai is permitted for this match.

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The cigarette was a solitary ember in the dim light of the gorilla position. Some fans objected to her habit. The stupider among them worried about the example it set for children. Others saw in smoking a symbol of corruption, or at least something aesthetically dirty.

Severa, of course, would have smoked with fans or without the fans, but their disapproval enriched the experience. When nicotine flooded her blood, it dispelled mental fog, loosened tightness in her back, and made her imagine small-minded people enraged at their own impotence.

Devlin's cover of (All Along the) Watchtower announced Severa. The guitar-led ostinato started slow, and since she believed in patience and mystery, so did she. She stood in the beams of four spotlights, and the smoke curling from her cigarette was luminous white in the harshness of that light.

"At one hundred and nineteen pounds — SEVERA!"

All Along the Watchtower

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DSXWy-JrDA

Severa

Lord, she had missed this! The empty ramp, the waiting ring, the unfathomable rows of fans all making enough noise to, alongside the music, put a rumble through the structure underfoot. The electric guitar squealed into the riff's main thrust, and Severa walked down the ramp, eyes glittering, hands raised.

She was now one of two people in the entire world who really mattered. The other waited behind her. When she reached the ring, Severa climbed the apron and paused, back to the ropes. She took a long drag. The ember at the end of her cigarette shone and gobbled its way towards her fingers, but her eyes were past the flame, down the ramp.

Rafael—a man born to poverty who elevated himself in a female-dominated sport for the sake of his family. So went the story. Tedious, if it was true. What kind of boring person has an ego so small they don't appear in their own motivational story? If it was true.

Severa pinched the cigarette out and disposed of it on the concrete—refuse for the janitorial staff—then slid under the ropes, and slinked to her corner. They would, she supposed, find out.

[Bare]

Rafael took a deep breath to prepare himself for the match ahead of himself tonight. After all it wasn't exactly you're normal standard match. Sure the win conditions were the same but hentai style tactics being permissible was definitely a change up for him...

Not to mention the post match condition for whoever won... and whoever lost. Really Rafael wasn't sure what to think of it but he couldn't let it distract him... Though apparently from what he researched about her his opponent was a whole ten years older than him which definitely made him blush.

"Maybe I can take it easy on her after the match... not go too hard." He said to himself with a sigh not really knowing what to expect from this Severa tonight but he didn't really want to overly humiliate or hurt any of his opponents. Not unless they deserved it. Whatever the case Rafael would finish tying his boots before grabbing his jacket and zipping it up before heading out towards the entrance ramp as his music began to play.

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/1mqbIy_7iOU

Coming out from the back with his arms raised the crowd would cheer wildly at his arrival. Despite only having one match to his name he had made a very good impression with the fans from it and he was determined to keep things that way as he bounded down the ramp to the ring.

Hopping onto the apron he would turn and pose for the crowd before vaulting over the ropes into the ring. Turning and jumping onto the ring apron he would unzip his jacket, showing his full form to the crowd before tossing the outer ware out to the crowd before turning and jumping down from the corner and turning to face his opponent and approach her with a hand out stretched. "Hello. Here's to a good match." He'd say with a smile and a nod towards her.

Spoiler

[Malkavia]

She took Rafael's hand. It was, unsurprisingly, firm. Bright with the enthusiasm of a young man whose short career has only known an upwards trajectory.

Severa smiled, then pulled the two of them closer together. Unless he resisted, her arm would press against his chest. His hand would rest against her breast. They'd stand close enough to smell the smoke on her breath. Her hand remained clasped around his. She'd slide into a tentative, sardonic smile under half-lidded eyes.

"A good match means different things to different people." He had rich eyes—not merely brown but flecked with amber like a jewel, just enough gradation to give his irises texture and beauty. A good sign. "For me, it all depends on who I'm fighting and how much of him I get to see." She'd lean forward so her lips almost grazed his ear. "Bring your talons, little eagle."

[Bare]

Extending his hand out for a friendly exchange with his opponent Rafael didn't really know what to expect, but in all honesty he'd be happy if his opponent at least didn't attack him. Such things had happened in the past and it was no bueno in his opinion. So when Severa accepted his hand he was quite happy... Up until he was pulled in closer to her, blushing a bit at the proximity as she began speaking.

Uh Hah well um hopefully you like what you see?" He said in a bit of a flustered tone that only got worse along with his blush as Severa whispered in his ear before pushing away. Stumbling back he would blink before shaking his head, knowing he had to get his head in the game if he wanted to win this bout. "Right... I intend too." he would say as a delayed response to the woman's words, raising his fists up in preparation for a fight!

[Malkavia]

You hope that I will like what I see? It was one thing to be a poor speaker. Sometimes, God calls a Moses who needs an Aaron. But poor speech and weak conviction were two very different things.

The bell rang, a clamorous sound in the quiet following Rafael's less-than-reassuring promises.

Severa began to stalk Rafael. Her eyes steely reflections of the ring, she paced a narrow circumference around her opponent—but not for more than a handful of steps. Once he was in range, she struck with speed and precision.

If Rafael was to pass his first test, he would react. If not, then Severa would capture his wrist. She'd spin, punishing his slow response by twisting the muscles in his arms until they were painfully tight. That would give her the leverage she needed to to drag him into a jog, then toss him over-shoulder towards the corner in an arm-wringer designed to get Severa's target off his feet. Vulnerable to her follow-up.

arm-wringer

[Bare]

Having started the match off in good circumstances Rafael would smile at Severa as the bell rang and began circling her. Arms up, hands open and ready to lock up with her and start this match off properly. Soon enough though Severa was quick to close the distance between the two of them and grab at his writs!

'Uh oh.' Rafael thought to himself as his arm was then twisted and, in order to mitigate damage to said arm he'd be forced to follow along with Severa as she led the two on a jog before flinging him forward! However this is what Rafael had been waiting for.

Diving in with the momentum of Severa's throw Rafael would put his hands out in front of him as he'd descend towards the mat, catching himself into a hand spring and flipping forward to his feet before turning just in time to hit the corner back first.

WIncing slightly from the impact as well as the lingering pain in his arm dulled. 'Lets try this.' he thought as he then rushed forward towards a hopefully still rising Severa and leap up, bringing his legs forward in order to try and land a dropkick!

[Malkavia]

The mat cracked when Rafael turned a back-first crash into a handspring twist. He even had the presence of mind not to waste the momentum, redirecting the energy Severa had so generously handed him through the ringpost—straight back at her.

Resourceful. With only a few strides between them, Severa didn't have time to dive out of the way. Instead, she backed away, one, two steps. She put her arms up, back hunched, shoulder forward, heel digging into the mat.

"Hngf!" One hundred and forty five pounds hit her arms, travelled through her shoulder, and into her heel. An unyielding rod would have snapped, but Severa was a more lithe fighter. She bent. She rotated her hips, accepting Rafael's force and spinning with it. And then she had rotated around him and tossed the remainder of his kick past her.

There was, of course, pain. Flares in her shoulders, a hot rod in the small of her back. Redirect the ocean, and you can still expect your skin to be flayed with salt. But the world was too quickly in motion to mind. Rafael was about to hit the mat. And the mat—that was where God lived. Severa's face lit up, wide eyed and grinning. As Rafael fell, she fell with him, aiming to loop her arm around his neck and clinch in a rear naked choke.

[Bare]

Despite the initial gambit of Severa being successful and taking him down to the mat Rafael was not one to take anything lying down easily. As such he had put his hands out, rolling through, bouncing off the corner and coming back at Severa with a dropkick! Despite it however Severa was proving equally difficult to take down as the woman rushed down after him, catching his neck in a rear naked choke!

"Ngh!" Rafael groaned as he felt the squeeze bear down on him but he gritted his teeth, digging his chin into her forearm before twisting to try and roll the two over so that Severa was on her back. If successful at this then Rafael would push off with his legs aiming to roll backwards over her to end up on his knees behind her, trying to use her own choke to pin her!