Ginger Conquest - Audrey Trovita vs Gabriel Vinlee

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Match type: Submission (win by making opponent submit in a hold). Hentai allowed.

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Nerves were a common thread across all of Audrey's matches. It didn't matter if she was facing a hulking male or a popular idol; Stepping out in front of a crowd, even knowing she had true fans out there on her side, still gave her jitters before she emerged into the public eye. There was some side of it that was a result of her less-than-stellar record; no matter how much she claimed it wouldn't sway her determination, knowing she was likely more likely than not going to end up being a feast for her opponent, and that was what many of her 'fans' watched her for, was a concept she still struggled to wrap her mind around.

Trying to find information on her opponent rarely helped her calm down, either. It was a double-edged sword; on one side, by looking up how her opponent fought, she knew what to expect from them, and in theory, how to fight back. On the other side... she'd learn how her opponent fought, and some part of her still trembled at the anticipation of being subjected to the pain.

Tonight was no different. Audrey found plenty of information on her opponent - which turned out to be the silver lining of the evening; Gabriel was a woman. Given Gabriel's name and her own dubious history, the redhead had been fully expecting a man. That, however, was where the good news ended. Gabriel was a powerhouse of a fighter in her own right... in some ways, too much so. She was labeled a heel, which tracked with what information was available. Apparently, winning was more important to her than anything, including the audience. Audrey, at least, attempted to hype up the crowd; Gabriel would not be making that effort, apparently. So she would be as difficult an opponent to face as any, brutal and mean and unforgiving...

Nevertheless, when

started,

dutifully trotted down the ramp, signature sparkler in hand, twirling and waving to the crowd and drawing pictures in the air as she moved towards the ring. Upon arriving, she dropped the sparkler in the waiting glass of water, rolled under the bottom rope, and hopped up to sit atop the nearest corner post, crossing her legs and clutching the top ropes on either side for balance as she awaited her dance partner for the evening.

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The queen would not keep them waiting. As soon as her opponent's theme song ended, the lights dimmed, immediately setting the mood for her theme song to resonate throughout the arena, thrilling the crowd as the silhouette of that blonde Brit appeared at the entrance to the top ramp.

music theme

Amid whistles and cheers, those who had been praising Trovita now turned their glances in the direction of that fake European model.

Gabriel, with one hand on her hips and her green eyes shining dramatically, made some fans scream before deciding to walk down the ramp as if it were a catwalk. Her catwalk.

She was indifferent to the wave of hands extended on either side of the ramp, begging to even brush the fingertips of that heel. And as always, Gabriel focused her gaze on the stage before her, her best friend: the ring, lighting up her face with that same capricious half-smile, full of confidence and assurance that has characterised her so much since day one. Adorning her elegance and indifference, the queen's golden hair waved in the air behind her, like a shining trail of which she is very proud, while her black miniskirt trembled with each step she took. Relentless, elegant, and above all, giving her an all-powerful aura.

Perhaps it is because of this vibe that she is called The Indomitable Queen and Royal Viper.

Upon reaching the ring, she would climb the steps and enter the ring, crossing one leg at a time over the ropes. However, she wanted to do something particularly fun this time: with her hips on the middle rope, she would rest both hands on the same rope and indulge herself by standing on tiptoe as she crossed her body into the ring, giving the appearance of riding the middle rope for a few seconds. Smiling at the tiny display of lasciviousness she had given. She would make her way to her corner right away; however, when her bright jade eyes met the silhouette of the ginger in the corner, finding her gaze with hers, the queen stopped dead in her tracks.

The queen found the pose the redhead adopted in that corner strangely familiar. It was a pose she herself used in some matches to fill herself with confidence and give the false appearance of being confident, but it was different in the redhead. Gabbie had to take the time to admire her in detail, from head to toe and back again.

The Queen's face was expressionless; she rested one hand on her hips and kept her gaze above her chin.

The seconds dragged on, and the theme song that had previously fit so well with her regal air now felt out of place. However, Gabriel herself broke the awkwardness by giving Trovita a sardonic half-smile and a fleeting wink. It's not every day that someone challenges her by imitating her. So this would be entertaining.


That's how Gabriel interpreted it...

Gabriel's attire

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It did not take long for Audrey's music to cut out, and a new song to blare. Her attention, likewise, shifted from waving to the audience, towards the ramp instead.

The redhead couldn't help letting out a low whistle of her own. Gabriel suuure had a body on her. And she knew how to work it, walking down the ramp like a runway model. Hers was a walk with a purpose, and her entire vibe radiated confidence.

What she didn't do, as Audrey had anticipated, was parlay with her fans. Not a single outstretched palm, not so much as a fingertip, got slapped. No flirty wink, no flex, no acknowledging nod, nothing. She had one thing on her mind, and short of the background noise of their cheers, the fans may as well not have been there. The very concept was alien to Audrey. To be distant was one thing; to shun them and shut them out entirely was different. And to witness it in person, Audrey was more than a little anxious. Though Gabriel clearly had large swaths of the audience on her side, it would fall to the redhead alone to make sure they got their entertainment.

Or so she thought, until Gabriel entered the ring. There was definite intent in the way she positioned her body - and, more notably, held herself there for several seconds - as she crossed the ropes. Showing herself off. A tease. Maybe she cared more than her online profiles let on.

And then she smiled and the redhead. And then, she winked. Audrey's head cocked to the side like a puppy in mild confusion. Was she trying to get inside Audrey's head? Had she just missed these little signs in the videos she'd found? Or had the authors who'd written those articles about previous matches been the ones to not notice the signs?

Ugh. Bell hasn't even rung and she's getting to me.

Audrey shook her head and sprung herself lightly from her perch like a child leaping from a swing at it's apex, her ponytail flying behind her as she sailed through the air and landed a few feet away from the post. Her eyes locked on the blonde, wary of any deception, as she trotted to the center of the ring, pausing there. She offered her own tiny smile and stuck out her hand. Whether or not her offering would be accepted, it didn't matter. Audrey would offer it anyway.

"You look like you know what you're doing. I like that. Would be a shame to waste that confidence, so let's put on a good show, eh?"

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel was very interested in this girl. Audrey didn't seem like a complicated girl; she seemed more like a cute cheerleader, one who turned every fight into a spectacle with her energy. She was someone who made Gabriel very interested in chasing her because she was so radiant.

Suddenly, Trovita jumped out of her corner and headed to the center of the ring, perhaps attracted by the British girl's attitude, and extended her hand to Gabriel, who simply blinked, feigning astonishment.

“Of course...we can make this a great show..., but for us!”

Her gaze wandered between her opponent and the referee as her hand cautiously reached out to Trovita's. The striped-shirted official spread her arms, ringing the bell to start the match, and that was the moment Gabriel had been waiting for—she squeezed the cheerleader's hand tightly, gave her another wink, and then grabbed her elbow as she took a step back, using all her strength to throw Audrey toward the ropes.

If that Irish whip worked, the queen would run in the opposite direction, looking for the ropes to bounce off them in order to return at full speed to the center of the ring, where she hoped to meet Audrey and stop her with a spear.

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There was a beat in which Gabriel simply blinked at Audrey's offered handshake, the expression on her face... surprise? Perhaps she simply hadn't been expecting such a warm welcome. Or maybe she was wary of foul play. But if that were the case, Audrey would know she didn't do her homework.

The redhead wasn't sure what to make of the response she got. A good show... for us? Well... of course she'd want to have a good time herself, sure... but in doing so, the crowd was also entertained. Audrey simply nodded with a smile in reply, accepting that she just was not going to be able to wrap her brain around her opponent's mindset. Better to just not question it.

Her smile widened as the bell rung and Gabriel finally accepted her outstretched hand. Far too tightly. The redhead's smile faltered immediately, gritting her teeth in discomfort. It took a moment - and a wink from her pretty foe - for her brain to realize she'd been duped.

"Hey! Wai-"

The redhead's plea was cut off by her own gasp as she was pulled forward, body shooting across the ring from the sudden momentum. Too late to slow herself now. As she collided with the ropes, they stretched to accommodate her weight, and she considered hooking her arm over it to keep her from rebounding, but opted not to. If Gabriel wanted to surprise her, then she'd turn the tables and use that rebound to launch her own attack!

At least, that was her plan - until the ropes snapped back and sent her forwards, and she rushed back to see Gabriel already charging towards her! It threw off Audrey's timing. She'd been prepared to leap at a stationary foe, but had no time now to land on the right foot to push her weight off of - and the blonde launched her full weight into Audrey's gut!

"Ghhhh!!"

Her forward momentum did a complete 180 as her body folded around Gabriel's, her feet leaving the ground as the pair of them were sent flying backwards. Audrey crashed back-first into the mat with a heavy, ring-shaking slam, Gabriel landing on top of her and drawing out a gasped "Oof!".

The sudden heavy blow left Audrey winded, and it would take her a moment to recover the air that had been pushed from her lungs. The best she could do in the process was squirm and hope she could shake Gabriel off her so she could get to her feet again.

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Gabriel managed to wedge herself into her opponent's stomach, bending the cheerleader around her shoulder before inertia drove them both to the canvas, slamming Audrey's back against the mat, with Gabriel on top of a poor redhead who looked winded after that explosive start.

Ginger squirmed to try to get away from the Brit, to make some space to breathe and start over, perhaps. However, Gabriel had other plans—the blonde stood on her hands and knees, admiring the girl beneath her like a cat toying with a bird. She took each of Audrey's hands, intertwining her fingers with hers before pulling her hands up, preparing to weave her to her liking, claiming her as her own, disregarding her autonomy, and being indifferent to the needs of this lovely wrestler.

The queen pushed against the canvas, immobilizing her arms on either side of Audrey's head, and arched her back into her opponent, positioned like a lioness on a gazelle, dangerously overshadowing Trovita's nose with the shadow of her bust. Her hips lowered mechanically, sliding her knees back until her toned abdomen was coupled with Trovita's chest, her hips with the redhead's toned and soft abdomen, and her thighs surrounding her hips. Each of her legs wrapped around each of her opponent's legs without permission, striving to entwine themselves with them like constrictors. Rubbing and grinding her delicate skin against the girl's, she hooked her ankles around her calves.

Gabriel felt a chill as she covered Audrey like this, but her warmth quickly prevailed. She was trying to trap her in a classic grapevine hold. And she was threatening to put all the weight of her bust on the redhead's face. She was very interested in resting her cleavage on her nose and her shirt on her mouth.

“Do you give up?” she asked, ready to smother her if the answer wasn't what she wanted to hear.

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Flat on her back in stunned, breathless disorientation, Audrey's uncoordinated attempts at pulling herself away would prove ineffective. Gabriel did rise up off her, yes... but only so she could snare Audrey's flailing hands and pin them above her head. The blonde's expression said it all: The redhead was just another prize waiting to be claimed, and Audrey knew it, swallowing hard.

The redhead squirmed as Gabriel's body pressed down on her. Her legs had been in constant motion but without any real direction. She grunted in discomfort as her legs were spread by Gabriel's, and soon she found all of her limbs immobilized, with her opponent's generous chest hovering over her face. All things considered, not the worst position to be in... yet.

But though she continued to wiggle, her resistance was hampered significantly with her wrists and her legs contained. She wasn't going anywhere now.

“Do you give up?”

Audrey wasn't sure Gabriel could see her face from this angle, but she gave an incredulous look anyway, complete with lip pout. "The fuck kind of question is that? Give up? After being knocked down once? I know I have a reputation, but damn. You're gonna regret asking that."

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel found herself raising her head to escape her opponent's pout. It was cute. Just like that, how to deal with a girl you want to hug until she can't breathe. But Gabbie likes being the villain, seeing others upset and being a thorn in their side.

"Are you really worried about this, eh?" She murmured, as if cooing to a little girl. "Don't feel that way if you can't; giving up is always an option." Her sharp tongue peeked out from behind her smile, joking about Audrey's parade of emotions.

"And threatening me, that really is a terrible choice." Her head had lowered to whisper those words, as sombre as she was beautiful with those large eyes and that smile full of perfect teeth.

Then the Queen puffed out her cheeks and frowned, caricaturing Audrey. There was a part of Gabriel that truly wanted to comfort her. But that part was not winning the argument about what to do with the redhead now. Gabriel was dying to make her eat her words.

Her hands slipped out of Ginger's hands and wrapped around her wrists instead, closed tighter, before bringing them on either side of the redhead's head.

"Think it's only fair to make you feel better, don't you?"

She let out a declaration before pressing her chest down onto Trovita’s mouth. The blonde forced Audrey’s elbows upward, pinning her arms beside her face while using her own body to keep her restrained. The Brit’s thighs locked around Trovita’s waist, leaving her hips and legs free. lifting her skirt with the slips, allowing her legs to glide over Audrey’s bare skin as they nestled against Trovita's narrow waist. Gabbie bit her lip at her own mischief—usually, a boobs smother doesn't work out so well the first time she tries it, maybe this time will be different!

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Audrey's rainbow of emotions continued as Gabriel offered her replies. Her pout remained at first.

"I've had worse than boobs in my face, sweetheart," she teased, only marginally concerned about the impending smother coming her way. And in her mind, it was true; it wasn't the worst thing to happen to her. Even so, though... it still wasn't an ideal position for the redhead's hopes of a victory. "I ain't giving up."

But then her pout morphed into a cocky smirk, despite her current predicament. "It's not a threat, it's a promise. Besides, isn't that all part of the game? Do you want your opponents to just roll over for you?" Maybe she did... maybe she liked her opponents easy and submissive. Audrey certainly looked to fit that bill to any outsider watching her... but she was still determined not to prove them right!

But it seemed the time for talk was over. Her cockiness melted away to a flicker of fear and concern as Gabriel caught her by the wrists instead and forced her arms into an awkward position beside her own head. What is this, now? She hadn't seen this type of hold before... it wasn't terribly painful, but it was definitely awkward, and the unknown factor of just what was about to happen had her heartbeat start to pick up the pace...

"W-wait, what- mmmmmhh!!"

Her plea was cut off as Gabriel's chest covered her face. Her body immediately began to squirm, her cheeks burning red already although no one could see them. But with the unique way she was now restrained, her resistance was quite limited. Her arms, head, and upper body were all rooted in place. Her legs, eventually, were freed, but only so Gabriel could instead wrap her legs around the redhead's waist. In the process, Audrey felt her skirt being dragged upwards, exposing more of her thighs and bubblegum pink panties to the viewers. Audrey's hidden blush deepened further, both from the exposure and the close quarters skin contact.

Having her legs free did offer her a means of resistance, however. The heels of her shoes scraped and kicked at the mat as she tried to twist her body from one side to the other, hoping to either shake Gabriel off or at least break the hold. But she wasn't having much luck wildly flailing. Her best hope was to try a more focused approach; She planted her shoes flat on the mat and bucked her hips upwards, a more direct jolt to try and fling Gabriel off her! The only question was, did she have the strength to do it?

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel's eyes widened at Trovita's last statement. Smothering her now was a necessity rather than part of her strategy. It was no surprise to anyone what the British woman was trying to do to her opponents' minds when she spoke to them during a fight, but even so, she wasn't used to dealing with opponents who were direct enough to confront her brainwashing from that angle—nipping her attempts to get into their minds with the truth in the bud. However, you don't win a fight just by talking...

The queen pressed down, muffling Audrey's cries between her breasts. The referee got down on their hands and knees nearby, listening to what Audrey was saying, in case she was about to submit.

Mere muffled moans vibrated on Vinlee's chest, while her weight and comfort suffocate the redhead. Ginger tried to rock from side to side, perhaps looking to roll over to change position with Gabbie, or open up a space through which she could take a miserable breath of air. But Gabriel seemed to have found a very comfortable position, curled up as if her opponent's torso were just a body pillow, one pillow that she loved too much.

They would not separate so easily. The wriggling seemed predictable to the blonde, who looked up, dismissing Audrey's attempts to escape—she did not loosen her grip on Trovita's wrists, nor was she lifting her abs off Audrey's chest, nor did she have a shred of mercy to give a gap to breathe through and last longer. The most Trovita achieved was that her opponent's skirt danced amid so much agitation, revealing her tight sports shorts, lifted by the flexed position of her thighs; much prettier than Trovita's knickers.

Audrey's struggle seemed to be mortally mitigating. The queen's eyes turned to her, suspecting that Audrey might be pretending to be defeated to get Gabbie to move; however, she felt Trovita's legs bend her knees upwards, and before Gabbie could react, her opponent's back arched upwards, catapulting Gabriel forward as a shrill scream came from the British woman!

The queen nearly landed onto her back—she took advantage of the momentum to fall in an arc with her body, leaning on her feet and head, just as Audrey had done to throw her, only the Queen's arc was higher. Her abdomen would sink until her skirt was loose, and her bust would rise, stretching the fabric of her shirt. Whistles surrounded the ring, and few noticed that the Queen had not let go of Audrey's wrists.

If this were working as she intended, the Queen would turn to lie on her chest, using Audrey's wrists to force her to do the same. In addition, Gabriel brought her knees together to block the gaze of the perverts, while waving her legs in the air, amusing as condescending.

"That was... impressive," she flattered. "But are you going to give up now?" she asked again, sticking her tongue out at Audrey.