Vanessa Jones vs. Muriel Spencer - School's Out for Summer

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Detention Match
Victory Conditions: Match takes place in a fetish-theed classroom. Submission Only. No Disqualifications.

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While Muriel had no regrets about becoming a full-time wrestler, she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss the classroom, at times. Many thought her ‘gimmick’ of being a teacher was nothing but a show, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Education was her pride and joy once upon a time, something she had dedicated her life to, her purpose, and there was a time when she couldn't have imagined a career away from it. Fate had taken her down a different path, but a not-insignificant part of her still longed for the classroom.

Not like this, however.

Muriel Spencer entered the custom-made room where her match was to take place, decked in a slightly altered, MMA-themed version of her regular

. For a moment, she found herself yanked back in time, as she found herself in what could only be described as the stereotypical image of a

. The desks, wooden and steel. The chalkboard - even though most schools use dry-erase, these days - with various equations written on it. The numerous posters scattered about the walls with times tables and the Pledge of Allegiance, and a map of the world, among other things. A shimmering, linoleum floor. There was even the teacher’s desk, with a pleasant-looking apple.

The only thing out of place was the mats. In the middle of the room, surrounded by the desks, was a circular wrestling mat with the LAW logo in the middle, big enough for a proper fight to take place in. This was a fighting arena, after all, despite the trappings. Made for a very unique sort of learning.

It was an odd setup, but fitting, she supposed. Muriel was frankly surprised it had taken this long for LAW to put her into a school-themed match, given her history.

Muriel sighed, strolled in, and promptly took the apple. After making sure it wasn’t a fake with a good squeeze, she took a bite and continued her inspection of the room. She took a moment to swing by one of the desks and looked inside to find a leather whip curled up inside. In another, she found a cat-o-ninetails, and in another was a sturdy wooden paddle. She felt safe in guessing they would all have fetish items tucked away inside. Cute.

It was all a perfect setup, and she had to give credit to whoever was responsible for the set design. Only one thing was missing: Her opponent. Muriel suspected that would not be the case for long.

[LawHell]

The music was loud, the attitude was full as Vanessa soon made her way down the corridor towards the classroom. She wore a grin upon her face, looking forward to what was coming. She had been in trouble many times, but this time, there was a real danger, an intoxicating danger; she could not resist at this point on so many levels, many times over, she would cause problems, and many times she intimidated her way out of them. Still, this time, oh man, this time was very different. She had been given a choice: the first one was to spend time in detention, sitting there studying, or try her luck in a new approach.

This new idea that was given was taken before the details were revealed, as she was always reckless and impulsive, just like her wrestling most time she would wrestle against people who were not true fighters enjoying toying with them putting them in pain that only turned her on by the sound of the joins popping and cracking understrain with there begs as she tide them in to nasty complex submission holds and locks. However, other times she found herself on the other side of that when fighting pros who used her like a training dummy, though at the end of the day, she did not mind the feeling of being in pain and being pushed to her limits, which she enjoyed chasing.

But today was different; she had been offered a match from a palace she had not expected at all, Fetish-theed Detention Match, and what made it all even better was the Victory Conditions Submission Only. No Disqualifications...she could choke her opponent out as many times as she wanted unless they submitted she could twist and contort there body in grim ways chasing the opponents screams and pains for her own enjoyment this was a match she was interested in but the joy did not end there oh no..her opponent was a teacher this was her chance to live up to her view the strong and young will crush the annoying and weak, well thats what she was thinking as she arrived at the class room soon entering closing the door behind her using a chair to lock it propping it up against the door before turning her sight to her opponent who was well..dam she be lying she she did not think that Muriel Spencer was hot, Vanessa did not even bother to hide the fact she was checking the woman out even licking her lips before walking up to her.

“Oi, just because you're hot and all does not mean im not going fuck you up..im here because, well, this was a lot more entertaining detention so dont worry it all be over soon and if your good i’ll happly ride you until you cum and don't worry, I’ll enjoy every inch of that body i’ll start with them sexy feet of your.” She would speak in a clear, vulgar tone towards Muriel as she stood there in her own

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[BlackAkuma]

The door opened, Muriel whirled around to face her opponent, and found herself looking at…

A schoolgirl.

That shouldn’t have surprised her. It didn’t, really. She was more than accustomed to being put up against types like this. It wasn’t as if LAW management was unaware of her history with the Rumble Roses and didn’t know of her rivalry - for want of a better term - with Ms. Welsh, and they were likely eager to rekindle some of that magic. For Muriel’s part, she would confess, she did not the idea of facing an endless line of schoolgirls, suiting some of her baser desires.

That being said, while a pleated skirt was enough to drive her wild, she preferred her paramours more less unruly and more well-behaved. That could not be said for her foe on this day.

Ms. Lewis was, to put it in the bluntest terms, brusque. She had thought Ms. Welsh to be a vagabond, but this woman put her to shame, with her crude speech and her plethora of tattoos. A rough, weary look about her, she had no qualms with getting close and in Muriel’s face.

The ex-teacher would not be cowed by such puerile antics, however. She stood her ground, redoubtable, and did not waver. ”I suspect you will be seeing more of my feet than you would like.” She moved back, only to slip into her wrestling stance and begin circling her foe, eager to put this ruffian to rights. ”Let us begin.”

[LawHell]

Vanessa stood there listening to the teacher for a moment, who clearly was not threatened by her; this honestly only fueled the excitement of the student at this point, someone who would not break nor cower right away, someone who would take work to take apart. Vanessa knew who she was and her background before the match. Vanessa actually took time to do her research on her opponents. Behind the mask of the unruly student was a genuine fan of Muriel, and on top of that, she was not only going to be in the same ring but also fight the woman, with the bonus of some of her kinks being fulfilled; also, today was a great day for her.

But she was not getting paid to be here, a fan girl, she was here to try fuck her. She beat her in the match that was set up for them to entertain the masses, and with that she would see the ex-teacher get ready into her wrestling stance as she would also see her start to circle her like a shark in the water, Vanessa would soon grin getting ready as she would move matching the movements looking at the woman waiting for what she believed to be the right moment soon aiming to move in fast throwing a combo of punches and kicks aiming to catch her off guard if it worked out in her favor she would try go for the suplex. Still, if it failed, she would be wide open for an attack by her foe that could prove costly. “Come on then, baby, don't keep me waiting. I got a list of naughty things to do to you, and no time like now.” Vanessa called out as she moved mid-attack.

[BlackAkuma]

As the two circled, Muriel did her best to ascertain what she could from a quick scan of her foe, taking her physique and appearance into account. She was in good shape, with a strong, feral form, but the question was whether she had the skill to use such gifts properly. Muriel herself was not what most would consider a striker by any real definition, but she had dealt with her fair share of them. She knew how best to comport herself in such situations..

Sure enough, Vanessa came in quick, bringing the fire and fury with her opening salvos, kicks and punches and kicks in rapid succession. Muriel backstepped across the room, doing her best to parry them, but a few errant blows slipped through, regardless. A shot on her cheek, a blow to her stomach.

The real attack came soon enough, as Vanessa moved in for a suplex of some kind. What sort, Muriel could not guess, nor did she have any interest in finding out. Instead, she moved in, tried to pull her foe’s head under her arm with a front facelock, and attempted to kick her legs out and drill her into the canvas with a DDT.

[LawHell]

Vanessa had been moving at speed, feeling some of the strikes land, causing her to believe she had gained some form of advantage over the ex-teacher, so she had pushed it as fast as she could, though this was to be short-lived; she would soon be stopped in her tracks as she grunted, now struggling against Muriel with the student trying to pull on her to force an unbalance of there bodys on the mats.

At one moment, there was grunting, but the next, there was a sharp pain as her legs were kicked out from under her, and her body was now in the air before the mat got closer much quicker. Soon, the force and impact were skull-rattling, and there was a yell of pain as the DDT worked perfectly on the student, leaving her stunned and motionless for a moment, leaving her wide open for attack.

Vannesa was breathing hard. If the ex-teacher had not attacked her, she would have tried to get up, but that was slow and a struggle. The impact to her head had rocked it enough to unbalance her, though she was not going to stop so early on in the match.

[BlackAkuma]

While the match was fresh and young, Muriel was already starting to get a feel for her opponent’s skills - or lack thereof. Perhaps it was premature, but she was of a mind to put her in a similar camp with Ms. Welsh, someone with talent, but not the wisdom to use it. Easily exploited.

So far, she was having an easy enough time with it, putting down her foe with one of the simplest, but most effective moves in wrestling. Muriel rolled to her feet after landing the DDT, but Vanessa was having a much harder time of it, groggily standing, trying to marshal her senses. An easy target.

Muriel moved behind Vanessa, wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist, and clenched tight, pulling her in. She planted her feet, arched her back, and attempted to lift her foe clear off the floor, looking to hurl her towards the desk with a catch-and-release version of the German Suplex.

[LawHell]

Vanessa had felt she would be ready for this, but right now, so far, she was far from that, and it absolutely looked like that as she was ragged around by the older woman as if she were a dog toy being chewed on. The effects of the DDT were still lingering, and her head was still dizzy as she now had to learn to recover faster, or she would be losing the whole time.

Though moments later, she would feel the arms of Muriel around her waist, soon tightening bit by bit as the woman would plant her feet, getting ready, but Vanessa had a feeling what might happen to her if Muriel got her way. However, Vanessa would try to wrap her legs around Muriel to by her some time or disrupt the floor, but this was not the only thing she would aim to do.

Vanessa would try to launch some elbows towards Muriel's body at the same time. The goal was to weaken her grip onp on her body as she also tried to keep her legs wrapped around her opponent. If she could, she would soon get free and push back on the ex-teacher, though if she failed, she would soon be hurled upwards and smashed into the desk, causing a cry out with the amount of pain she just endured.

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t exactly the usual flair you would expect from women wearing this sort of attire, but suplexes were Muriel’s specialty, and she wasn’t about to deny herself the greatest tool in her kit. She had trained in this sort of technical wrestling long before she set foot in Rumble Roses, and it served her well against hooligans like Vanessa. If she could get this woman adequately slammed, she was certain she could run away with the match.

But thinking a thing and accomplishing it are often such wholly different prospects, and such was the case here. As she pulled the woman up, Vanessa showed a surprising amount of acumen, wrapping up her leg and preventing the move from completing. Before Muriel could try again, an elbow came around and went deep into her side, knocking the air out of her and forcing her to drop the hold.

She didn’t want to let her position go without something to show for it, however. As the two of them parted, Muriel brought her leg out and shot it out hard towards her opponent’s back, trying to knock Vanessa away with a push kick to create some space between them.

[LawHell]

Vanessa would keep going and soon felt the grip loosen on her body soon dropped as she was taking some more air, as it was a rough fight already though it was only just getting warmed up as Vanessa grollwed before she would spin around though at the right moment for the kick to land hard in her gut knocking her off her feet and to the mat floor.

"fuck bitch im going to kill you." She would snarl, rolling back onto her feet, getting ready, shrugging off the pain as best as she could, soon rising back to her feet before taking a second to breathe, soon moving back in upon Muriel, hands up as she would be more defensive, aiming to throw a few punches before looking for an opening.

If she found an opening, she would aim to tackle the older woman to the mat. She would work hard to try to get on top of her, to grab hold of her leg to try locking in a knee bar, though she had to be lucky for this to work; if all failed, she would be left wide open to an attack from Muriel.