Boudoir Battle: Misty vs Natalie Cantlay

[Luncha_Libre]

Bed-Match, Misty vs. Natalie Cantlay
Match to be won by submission or smother KO


Misty had been told that she was scheduled for another match tonight, and that this was going to be a special one. Eager to try new things, and hopeful that a chance could help her turn her win/loss record around, the former model had jumped at the chance. Now, all she had to do was step out onto the ramp, head to the ring, and see what was waiting for her.

Spoiler

Stepping onto the entrance ramp, Misty had her camera phone peering down at her buxom body. Streaming her entrance to her fans, as well as to the monitor overhead, Misty let her fans see her reaction to this strange situation in real time. Looking down at the ring, Misty’s eyes widened as she saw the scene laid out before her.

“Whoa,” she said. In the center of the ring, a large bed was position. Bright red silk sheets, large pink, white and red pillows. More pillows littered the ring mat around the bed, and the lighting over the arena was softer than usual. When management promised something different for the ex-model, tonight, she guessed they weren’t kidding!

“W-wish me luck, WrestleFam!” Misty said to the camera, shugging in pronounced fashion as she made her way down the ramp. The cute model still took time for the fans, getting some selfies with a few, but keeping her eye on the spectacle in the ring.

Rolling in through the bottom rope, Misty strode up to the bed itself. The buxom black model threw herself back onto the bed, camera still streaming from her hand. Misty held the camera overhead as she sank into the soft mattress, blowing a kiss to the viewers as she shuffled her afro. “Hey,” she said playfully, “this should be my kind of match! Make sure you’re watching LAW tonight, fam!” Misty cut the stream off, there, though she continued to sprawl out in the bed. Misty had no clue what to expect from here, and she had no idea what to expect out of her opponent. Rolling over, Misty spread the pillows apart so that she could get a good look at the entrance ramp. Perching her chin on her fists, legs kicked up playfully over her wiggling bum, Misty looked up the ramp and waited for her foe.

[Winter]

Natalie Cantlay was well aware that the administration wanted to keep their little secret until the absolute last moment, but they couldn't stop her from glancing at the backstage screen as it revealed her opponent...and the ring towards which she descended.

After a spare second of glancing at the soon-to-be subject of her focus with a quirked eyebrow, who carried her phone of all objects to the ring with her (as if Nat was not disgusted enough with frumpy elders complaining about attachments to technology), her eyes settled on the ring. The ring...which, just as her experience had given her a touch of suspicion given the attire she had been informed she should wear, was filled with a most luxurious bed and enough pillows to leave a lady tripping over herself.

To the other figure's credit, she did no such tripping, but Natalie could not help but feel confidence and anticipation, enough to bring a sinister smile to her features. This would be her domain...informal apartment matches and the like were where she had first come to hone her skills and grow her enjoyment for the sport. One mark in her favor. And, as she watched her opponent enter the ring, Nat believed she saw advantages in her figure... Nat held the height difference, for one, and though the woman could certainly be considered the thicker of the two of them... The Golden Goddess could carry herself quite the long way given her longer legs, or so she believed.

It was with that belief that she entered the arena at the sound of her dramatic music. The usual drop of her robe at the downbeat of her music revealed not her typical golden bikini, but the tasteful black lingerie that played to the occasion...and a smile wider than her typical.

That smile followed her sashays down the ramp, up to the ring, where she picked her way over a pillow or two before giving the crowd a long glance.

Then...icy eyes fell on the woman in bed, awaiting her. Who-

Natalie did not often give compliments to opponents, even mental, but she could not deny that her figure looked...appealing in that red lingerie, as she lay there coyly swinging her legs.

The Goddess feigned distraction as she slipped her way closer, picking up a pillow from beside her opponent. "Interesting meeting, this is."

Spoiler

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty watched her upcoming opponent strut down to the ring. Misty let her own legs sway in the breeze above her head, her curvy behind shaking below them. Misty was studying her opponent’s every step down the ramp and couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows at the blonde’s build. Toned and powerful, with a fierce look in her eye. If it weren’t for the cozy nature of this match, Misty would have been worried.

Instead, she lay there as the confident Golden Goddess made her way to the ring, and looked her over. As Nat approached, Misty slowly rolled over in the bed. The model propped herself up on her elbows, crossing one leg over the other as she flashed Nat a smile.

“Interesting is a good word for it, yeah,” Misty said, winking. “Don’t worry, if you don’t want to say ‘submit’ at the end. You can whisper it, I won’t mind!” Misty tossed her hair playfully, the fans in the crowd having heard her taunt chuckling. Misty tried to present herself confidently to her opponent, chest thrust upward a bit, her buxom body drawn long and lean across the bed. Still, she smiled, making it clear she was playing with her opponent. Right now, at least.

[Winter]

Nat found herself partly disappointed that Miss Misty rolled from her appealing...and perhaps more importantly, vulnerable...position to regard her, but she continued to peer down at the shorter figure on the bed before her, continuing to scrutinize. More voluptuous figure indeed...Nat would need to keep an eye on how she best used her assets in such close quarters.

But the Golden Goddess continued to lack worry. Misty had the greater challenge to overcome...the goddess' lithe figure, in the very arena that had served as her path to fortune in this career.

She could not be sure whether Misty knew who she dealt with, given her words. Nat's typically-mute features gave way to a faint, wry smirk at the brag before she leveled it at the parts of the crowd that seemed to find it so amusing. Not one to need to prove herself in any sense but the physical, Nat did not immediately respond with words.

Instead, she lightly tossed the pillow in her hand into Misty's chest, before she strutted her way past with long, enticing steps, giving all watching a fine show, and finally settled into a seat near the head of the bed with one nylon-clad leg crossed over the other. "I'm afraid I won't afford you that courtesy when I prove the dominant one," Nat assured, before icy eyes flashed a challenge towards the curvy model.

A ref girl, looking entirely uncomfortable in her own lingerie, slipped her way into the side of the ring, triggering Nat to slowly unwind her legs and start to position herself at the head of the bed. "But you shouldn't worry...you might find yourself enjoying me."

More accurately, she would be forced to, but Nat had no need to reveal that fact yet.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty watched Nat intently as she made her way around the bed, trying to gauge her reaction. Not just because the blonde girl was stunning, of course, but for very important match reasons. At least, that’s what Misty told herself. A few times.

Nat was toned and strong, but the most worrisome thing was her cold stare. The blonde was portraying no worry, no apprehension. She seemed in control of the match before it even started, and some worry began to show on Misty’s own face, at that. After Misty had shot her little verbal jape, the laughs in the crowd had her smiling. Natalie’s cold response, however, turned that smirk into a pout. Misty caught the pillow to her chest and hugged it tightly in both arms. Her eyes went up and down Nat’s toned body as she took her spot at the head of the bed and turned to face her. Misty watched the referee intently and didn’t say anything. If Nat were particularly observant, she would easily notice the blush on Misty’s face, running down to her chest. Misty felt all too aware of it, herself.

Misty waited for the ref, who would eventually signal the opening bell. When she did, Misty had a plan. Not a good one, but a plan. The second the bell sounded, the buxom young model would take a swing with the pillow she was clinging to, aiming it right for Nat’s face, hoping she could throw the blonde off with a sudden strike, aiming the pillow for right upside the blonde woman's head! It wasn't the most dominant or dignified opening move for the match, but Misty couldn't help but feel it was the right opening move for this match!