No Small Surprise [Jamie Harper vs. Jessica Beauregard, No DQ Smother Match]

[PunchDrunk]

Special Rules: No disqualifications. Match can only be won by smother submission or knockout.
Victory Stipulations: Loser must kiss the bare ass of the winner.

Shit.

Jessica Beauregard, who had already missed one cue to step onto stage in her jabbing a stagehand to ask him if it was always this loud, shimmied and bounced and stretched to get herself cocksure enough to trot out in front of- oh, only about hundreds of thousands of people and decided she might have been wrong. Fighting in this arena might have beaten strutting around and fighting on the beach - which had been fuckin' nice.

But she strolled with exaggerated confidence at the second urging into the arena atmosphere, and between her screaming music, all the people cheering for her, and the lights blaring down on her, Jess had to let out an awed croak - one that she didn't... think anyone had heard. That would be embarrassing as hell.

Not wanting to screw up and make another half-assed entrance if she didn't get her head together, Jess put on a confident smirk and swaggered her way to the edge of the stage before she stopped to pose with her best impression of those Instagram fitness hotties. When that got a pretty good reaction - maybe these guys had seen her showing off last week - her trot down the ramp became looser and bouncier, with a few outstretched hands earning slaps from hers.

After she got to the ring, remembering to take an excessively long amount of time swinging her long legs in through the ropes and giving the crowd her best flirty expression - feeling a little too much like a fuckin' stripper when it turned into an open-mouthed, suggestive smile - Jess was a little glad the lights left her and her music died down. She showed off better in the fight.

...Which, she also needed to be ready for, because this was going to be as wild-assed as they got. Ass being the key word... Jess peeped down at the booty shorts she wore instead of her leggings with that in mind.

A girl had to get herself into a certain state of mind for a smother match.

Top and black booty shorts, robe and waist sash coming off

[ADarlingDucky]

Idling backstage himself, Jamie Harper stood next to a monitor that currently displayed his opponent making her way to the ring, watching closely with a masked face, appearing to be none too bothered by any of the proceedings going on around him in his debut! But on the inside, the effeminate male had to admit, he was quite excited to finally be making his LAW debut, especially in a match that was going to allow him to really tap into what he loved doing, his debut seemingly tailored specifically for him!

And as he further studied his foe, it would seem to become clear to him as well that she was a bit out of her element, as even though the fans didn't notice, he could see the slight amount of hesitation in her actions! He hadn't been told much about his opponent at all before now, and he was a bit surprised to see that while being incredibly pretty, she was also quite tough looking, having a toned, muscled figure that was shown off quite a bit with her choice of attire!

Still, Jamie wasn't bothered at all by this, turning around as he was finally given his cue to go out, making his way to the curtain before stepping through it, making his way out to the entrance ramp!

Spoiler

Stepping out onto the ramp, the crowd let out a loud cheer as the pretty boy made his way out from backstage, putting on a big smile for the crowd as he stepped out, raising an arm to wave to them as he began to make his way down the ramp! The fans cheered loudly, the young man even receiving a few cat calls from members of the audience, most of the males and females not realizing that the young man was exactly that, mistaking him, as many did, for a very pretty woman.

Still, it didn't bother him at all, as he climbed onto the apron, slowly slipping between the ropes as the crowd got a good view of his butt, only furthering the misunderstanding of who he was. But his attention was solely focused on his foe, as he stepped up close to her, offering a friendly smile, despite his sinister intentions, before extending his hand!

"Nice to meet you! I'm quite eager for our match..."

[PunchDrunk]

No disqualification? Hell yes. Right up Jess' street fighting alley. Smother match? Not so much. She had gotten her attitude towards this match right in her head earlier in the week, but with the smothering action looming and her opponent a mystery beyond the meaningless name of Jamie Harper, Jess paced anxiously as she pulled off her robe and sash.

Jamie popped out of the back like a bubble from a wand, and Jess stopped to stare at her. She looked pretty damn good from a distance. The two of them weren't much of a body shape match, but not in the exact way as Jess and Mizaki had looked like complete opposites.

Where Mizaki's tits could be from the sky as runways for a flight to land, Jamie was as fuckin' flat-chested as a fifteen-year-old boy.

But damn if she didn't have hips. Jess knew where her smother threats came from, and while Jamie swung into the ring, the rough brunette became keen on trying to get a look at the size of Jamie's rear. She never got it.

She decided that Jamie had a nice face just in time for the hand to stretch her way. Jess gave it a suspicious look. One frickin' match in, and Jess already had her reasons to watch out for assholes shafting her. She filed in the back of her mind that she would have to thank Mizaki for that again in the coming weeks, whenever she found her.

But, fuck. This chick didn't strike her as malicious - weird fuckin' voice though. Then again, Jess shouldn't be judging anyone for a deep voice. Already despising her own gullibility, she reached out and clasped the hand firmly. "Yeah. It should be good," she said, with her enthusiasm growing the longer she went without Jamie trying to smother her in nonexistent tits. She was eager too, in her own way. Her voice took on its own earnest tone as she continued, talking with her free hand. "I mean, we're shoving our asses in each others' faces, right? That's a way to have a good time."

[ADarlingDucky]

Making his way quite quickly to the ring, Jamie quickly slid inside the ring to join his foe, a disarming smile on his face as he approached the woman, who was a slight bit bigger than himself, not that he was bothered by it. She looked tough as hell, possessing impressive muscles and a figure that a lot of women would kill for, curvy and toned at the same time, something that Jamie noticed right away.

Still, the young, effeminate looking male was still playing nice at the current point, so as he shook hands with the busty woman, he would simply relax his grip, letting her control the handshake as he smiled at her! This early time was all about feeling out a foe, and feel her out Jamie would! He could already tell that beneath her top, she was STACKED, and her curvaceous rear was nothing to be forgotten either.

But while Jamie had gotten a good look at his foe, it seemed that Jessica had missed out on seeing him, as she seemed quite relaxed, smiling responding with a joke, gesturing with her free hand. It seemed that she was amicable enough, but the face she had made when she heard Jamie speak... did she still not realize he was a boy?

Well, even if she didn't she'd find out soon enough...

Jamie had a voice that was deep enough to be male, but still high enough to be a husky woman's voice, perfectly ambiguous. And his pretty features and womanly frame somewhat distracted from the slightly noticeable bulge in the front of his pants, something he didn't think that Jessica had noticed yet!

"Oh yeah, a very good time!" He said with a slight giggle, before respectfully breaking the handshake, turning around to walk back to his corner, while giving Jessica the perfect view of his round ass that she had missed before!

"I just hope you're ready for this!" He said with a wink, spanking his own bubble butt, causing it to jiggle alluringly, content to let Jessica think he was a woman! He'd be sure to correct her on it later, in his own way...