Opening Rites (Tremura Goratrix [D] vs Clyde Gastin)

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Match Type: Constitutional Rites Match
Victory Conditions: Rendering the opponent insensate long enough to recite an incantation: "Sanguis mea vita, flamma tuum supplicium. Aperite portas noctis, et consumite inimicos meos." ("Blood is my life, flame is your punishment. Open the gates of the night, and consume my enemies.")

The contestants must remain within the confines of the bed within the chamber. And within those confines, anything goes.
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Oh, has Emilia been waiting for this one, with bated breath! LAW has proven to be the greatest of playing grounds this far. The creative team had practically fallen in love with her ideas for matches. Or at least, those who called the shots had. The satanic atmosphere present in the

(Imagine that the bed is facing the other way)

that

and her opponent for tonight, to say nothing of the rules of this match, had disturbed more than a few of the team. Exactly the reaction she wanted when she pitched the idea anyway.

Emilia was surprised that this set was made for a proper match. She'd originally pitched it as a work for Morasanu Productions.

And what's more, it didn't take her long to find an opponent. Clyde Gastin, a rather exciting prospect. A bit of a blowhard, but he had the skills to back it up. So much so, that he's had gold around his waist in the past. Two belts, one of them having been won twice.

And the Cowboy was eager for some action.

Any time.

Any place.

Perfect.

Tremura answered the call, and here she is now, in a dark, eerily quiet chamber that was lit only with the unnatural red light of the torches around them, lighting that gave her silhouette a light coating of the same color. Waiting, seated at the edge of a bed that sat atop a platform within an inverted pentagram. Legs crossed, peering at the statue standing in front of her with a silent reverence.

The words needed to win the coming contest were inscribed on the headrest. Tremura had already memorized them. 'Twas a simple arcane incantation.

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"What the hell even is this?"

Clyde was mostly just talking trash on LAW Twitter. He was never actually serious about the things he talked mess about and when he did, sure he couldnt turn down an actual challenge but now, standing in front of what looked like some shady location he didnt know if he was comfortable at, he found himself booked for an official bout at this shady alter of a location, one where, clad in full ring gear, he explored and found himself following an eerie red light.

He swallowed and followed until he found the chamber. It looked like something out of a horror movie. Or a really bad netflix documentary about some idiot who got mixed up in the wrong people!

But then he saw the hot goth women, seate don the bed, legs crossed, her flawless figure illuminated by the eerie torches that shone on the tight fitting black attire that hugged every sensual curve...

"Maybe I am in the right place..." Clyde said.

Spoiler

"Hey there, honey... I'm here for the fight. Where's the ring?" The blonde asked as he stepped into the chamber and looked over Tremura with apprising eyes...

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Tremura wouldn't look his way until she had been addressed. An intentional choice, for effect on camera. But if she had, Emilia would've thought: "Perfect."

The man had the right reaction in the beginning. Wondering where the hell he was. If he'd been taken for a fool. Set up. Maybe even afraid. It was all written on his face.

And then he saw her. That, Tremura would see. The corner of her black lips would curl into a knowing smirk, and without a word spoken, she would answer his question.

Pat. Pat. Pat. To the space beside her on the bed, her eyes holding an expectant gaze upon the blond.

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Clyde was kind of smirking as the aloof alt babe didn't look his way until she addressed her. It was defiantly the same woman he had teased on Twitter about a match until she had said something about a 'Constitutional Rites Match' match or something. Clyde had to say some kind of funky old english saying or something after laying the poor girl out. Clyde expected a ring... He just saw this babe and a bed. Not that he was complaining.

Everything about this dark venue was creepy and Clyde wondered if he should have brought a cross and garlic... But when Tremura smiled at him and patted the bed and invited him...He suddenly wasn't afraid! Who was he to deny such a hot goth chick!

He slicked his blonde hair back and flashed a charming smile at Tremura to seduce her with his jock good looks!

"Okay sooo... Where do we wrestle then? I'm sorry If I was kinda smug, I'm Clyde. Clyde Gastin. Former Mixed wrestling heavy weight champion from Japan. Maybe we've heard of it? Anyway I like like your makeup, you look hot and the glasses are a nice touch too. Is this your place or do you come here often? " Clyde rambled but he knew he was doing a good job at wooing this goth babe. He figured they didnt need to actually fight.

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Like a fly to honey.

A lamb to the slaughter...

"Tremura. Tremura Goratrix." While Tremura had been given

, Emilia had decided to allow her natural Romanian accent to come through, unfiltered. Tremura allowed that smirk to broaden into a proper smile. But not too much, however: Let him think he's making progress. But she's not about to start eating out of his hand.

"Coming from a two-time Tension World champion and Tension 24/7 champion, that is high praise indeed. And we will come back to that in a moment. But to answer your questions...this bed is our ring. And within it...all is permitted." A beat of silence would let that last sentence simmer, and Clyde would be left to draw his own conclusions from not only her words, but also a moment of unblinking eye contact.

But she was confident that she knew what those conclusions would be.

"And as for your second question, well..." She'd finally avert her gaze from the Cowboy, turning instead toward the statue that stood before them. "Allow me the discourtesy of first answering that with one of my own: Do you believe in magic?"

[Rawg]

"Oh." The blonde's eyes perked up hearing her name. She sounded so sexy and exotic. Her words speech was literally like honey to his ears and he almost shivered but he played it cool. Hell, he knew he had her impressed! He was surprised to hear that she knew about his title exploits. Actually of course she knew he was a big deal! He was still a huge star!

That said, hearing the bed was the ring threw him off...

"All is permitted? Like anything goes?" His brows raised. Anything was allowed? Even something nefarious and dirty... He took a scan down from Tremura's flawless face to her ample bosom, her hips, her thighs, her long legs... He swallowed.

"Alright" He replied to her before hearing her out. She motioned to the creepy statue but she asked him if he believed in magic. Of course not. No such thing.

"I sure do, darling." He said as he kept his eyes locked on her piercing red eyes.

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Oh, this is perfect! Clyde Gastin was shaping up to be the perfect victim.

Tremura continued to look ahead, with a sweeping of her hair to place it behind her shoulder showing that she caught his admiration in her periphery. And not once, not even for a single second, would he look at that statue. The perfect first fatality in a horror movie.

Emilia had lore prepared: Who that being was, what it represents, why this match had to take place here...But this was too...

"Good."

She could skip it.

Tremura turned, about face. Rising onto hands and knees, then, with a deliberate pace, started crawling further into the bed. She wanted his eyes glued to the hips that were spilling through the straps on the side of her outfit. The rounded derriere that leather had contoured like a second skin. She'd stop when she reached one of the waiting pillows, turning to lay on her side, propping herself up with an elbow. Her free hand brushed -- caressed -- along the empty space beside her like a lover was laying there.

Hint, hint.

[Rawg]

Tremura had Clyde practically drooling. He suddenly didnt really wonder why he was here but was just glad he had a goth baddie totally checking him out, smiling at his charm and tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder with a look of interest…

Then she crawled on all fours away from him and Clyde was sprung in more ways than one. Her ass was practically spilling from her tight black outfit and he was no dummy. She was showing off curvy, round fuckable backside… He was done.

She crawled and beckoned him to her. He had seen enough. The rules be damned. He was going to fuck this goth baddie’s brains out.

“Let’s fight, then.”

Clyde practically dove to where Tremura wanted him, his hand going to her cheek to gently caress her long hair away before leaning in to kiss her lips in a firm embrace. And as soon as they made out, tried to move over and mount the woman to really pin her to the bed.

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Clyde's enthusiasm coaxed a low chuckle from Tremura; it just couldn't be helped. A pointer finger would set down on his shoulder once he's made himself comfortable. With a firm application of pressure to test the muscle. Satisfied, it trailed further along until his motion stopped her.

A sweet caress of the cheek. A gentler start than she was expecting, as eager as the man was. Not that it was unappreciated, and certainly not that Emilia had much experience: Only three others at this point in her life. The misleading disaster that was Cristofer Canciun back in college was one that she didn't count. That had gone no further than one makeout session that ended the moment the fangs came out, literally. So much for him wanting a freak.

None of the others had fallen into the tactlessly aggressive stereotype that other woman have reported, however. But still, as the saying goes, "A smart person learns from their experiences. The wise learn from the experiences of others." And Emilia had always counted herself amongst the wise.

Clyde had thrown all sense of caution to winds so far away. Had he been waiting for something like this?

As closely as he pulled her body to his, it seemed that the answer was yes. Perky, luscious breasts mushroomed against exquisitely sculpted pecs. Bare abdominals hugged a softer, though not unsubstantial grouping, hidden in plain, contoured sight by leather. Pale arms rounded the Cowboy, a hand gripping his shoulder. Their lips met, again and again and again before parting to allow for a dance of tongues. The dark, bespectacled beauty's leg raised and settled around the Cowboy's waist, followed by the other as he mounted her. Crossed at the ankles, pulling the pair as close to each other as was humanly possible. Clyde could probably feel how their passion, already fiery and growing hotter by the moment, made her heart pound.

A hand that had been previously laid at the hip would rise up to the rear of his shaggy mane, claiming a handful with a tug only as far, only as hard as needed to make him attentive to the words that Tremura would then be allowed to speak.

"You're treading dangerous territory, Cowboy." Her thighs began applying pressure to his ribcage as she said that. Not to do any serious damage, but instead to make that statement undeniable. And with a smoldering smirk, she'd challenge him.

"Convince me to let you stay on top."