The Princess And...The Turtle?: Muffette Schwarzenbach vs Akari Ito

[Misfit_Alien]

The 'Sea Turtle', Akari Ito vs the Princess Muffette Schwarzenbach
Match Type: "Apartment Wrestling."
Win via pinfall, submission, or knockout. There are no disqualifications and any pin attempts must be counted by one of the fighters. A stand-in referee will be outside the room to ensure that no pinfall was counted too quickly.
Apartment Style Match: The match must take place in an apartment or other home/residence, and the fighters are to wrestle on top of a wrestling mat. Rules are more lenient than normal.

Spoiler

In an apartment complex, a raven-haired Japanese woman would walk up to the front door of one of the large residences with a marked key in hand. The woman in question was none other than the Sea Turtle, Akari Ito. Contrary to the scene, Akari was not here to inspect a future place to live, the woman already had a stable home nearby in another part of the city that she was perfectly happy with. Akari was here because this apartment was going to serve as the location of her next match.

People called it...'apartment wrestling', something that Akari only thought existed on...specific websites tailored to adult-rated content...but this was apparently a part of LAW's expansive category of match types. How intriguing...Two or more people show up at a home residence of sorts and wrestle in the gear of their choice, typically bikini, leotards, or something of the sort. Furthermore, they were to wrestle on top of standard, shock-absorbing, foam wrestling mats. The rules were more lenient than in a standard ring and a referee would be on standby in another room but only for emergencies really, the two wrestlers would be the ones counting the pins and officiating the match in a way...so for the next hour or so, Akari would be wrestling against another woman, one-on-one on a mat until things were hot, steamy, sweaty, and sensual...while the objective was to just pin one another or make the other person tap, there was no way that this private scenario wouldn't lead to more promiscuous moments between the Sea Turtle and whoever she was facing...

She entered the residence and checked it out...it was nicely furnished here and there. LAW really spared no expense when it came to these things. She walked over to another room and there it was. While the top of the room needed a little more polish, most of the walls and all of the floor beneath her feet were covered by a thick layer of foam wrestling mats that were all colored red, with your standard white center circle and the two line marks in the absolute center of the room. Akari bit her lip, there was so much room to move and yet, it would be so cramped and...intimate. She was liking this idea more and more as she thought about it.

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"Hm, this could work..." She said to herself, moving on to go and change into her gear. She was sporting a beautiful leotard with kneepads, boots, and wristbands...all of which matched her 'Sea Turtle' color scheme and her boots had the same hexagon-shell pattern as her shinguards in her classic gear. She stretched and got ready, limbering up and getting comfy in Her tight leotard as it snugly hugged her curvy body. "Huh...did it shrink in the wash or did I just get a little thicker~? Oh well, these legs were made for kicking and choking after all...All that's left to do is wait for my opponent to show up." She said, simply waiting off to the side to hear a knock at the front door or some kind of doorbell chime...

Spoiler

[Malkavia]

The motorcade, which consisted of two black Rolls Royce Phantoms cruising between a pair of motorcycle-mounted gentlemen in neon vests, slowed to a stop at the apartment’s front entrance.

Four doors clipped open. An entourage descended—a dozen men and women, each different in their ages and heights, but equal in their assiduous attention to uniform: men wore black suits, women lacy black dresses. The men kept their hair short, while the women wore large black bows in their hair. Each, regardless of gender, held a black parasol.

The group formed two straight rows. Between them emerged a woman. She too wore spots of black...huge, round sunglasses, a pair of thigh-high socks striped white and black. But she wore everything else en rose. In pink: A pink ermine shawl, a pink crown, a pink parasol, long pink pigtails, and a tight, pink bikini.

Spoiler

Princess Muffette Schwarzenbach took point. The rest bobbed behind her. Their steps matched the same beat. The group of them shuffled as part of the same movement, like the segments of a centipede.

Puff puff puff puff. Their coordinated footfalls made a rumble.

The procession wound inside the apartment. An older woman, out to walk her terrier, had to stumble out of their way. Heedless, they shuffled on.

Puff puff puff puff. Caught in the stairwell, one onlooker pulled out a phone, moved to snap a photograph, before the momentum of the centipede shoved him against the railing.

Puff puff puff puff. Finally, they came to the appointed apartment. A pause. The centipede awaited its master’s orders.

“Make a note, Siegfried.”

A gentleman from the procession reached into a bag about his waist, then whipped out a scarlet book and a pen.

“Before me stands a door, I might once have thought a bore. But now behind it waits a war—and a woman to make my whore. November seventeenth, two thousand and twenty two. Memoranda of the Princess.”

As one, the procession stamped their feet. Once. Muffette knocked on the door.

[Misfit_Alien]

While she was setting up and prepping herself, doing a couple of stretches and other warm-up procedures, Akari heard a few noises coming from the stairwell toward the apartment, was it just a few passersby of the complex? People who actually lived here? Perhaps the sound of other wrestlers arriving for their own apartment-style match? Or perhaps...it was the sound of her opponent arriving right on time. With a knock on the door to confirm her suspicions and guesses, Akari happily strolled out of the room covered with wrestling mats and made her way toward the front room of the apartment. Just before she heard the knock, she had heard a loud thud of sorts from outside. Did this person bring a suitcase or something with them? Akari pondered before opening the door.

To her surprise, she was met by a fairly stunning young woman with pink hair dressed in quite a revealing outfit. No doubt, this is who she was facing but now...Akari was a little on edge as she noticed the many men and women standing at her opponent's beck-and-call apparently. Just who WAS this lady? Cautiously, the Sea Turtle would smile and greet who she presumed to be her opponent.

"Hello there...I take it you're my opponent for this match? Ms. Muffette, correct? Might I ask...who are all of these...'guests'? I was made to believe that it'd be just us convening here, not including the referee posted outside the room of course." She said, asking a couple of questions in the midst of her statement as she kept her cool, not allowing her smile to waver at all as she simply tried to remain focused and composed. "