Moms I'd Like to Submit - Vivian Grey (D) vs Aliénor Ysé

[GolemGuardian]

Match Type: Submission
Winning conditions: Winner is decided by making the other wrestler submit via tap out or verbal submission

It had been a few years since Vivian's last match. After taking a step back, managing her daughter's career, she never imagined she would get back in the ring.

Yet here she stood, back at the guerilla position, waiting to walk down the entrance ramp as a competitor once more. It had been commonplace for over twenty years of her life, yet she felt as excited as she had as a bright-eyed rookie. Goosebumps prickled at her skin, fighting the nerves by filling the time with one last round of stretches.

Yet alongside the apprehension, came a touch of guilt. She had pulled her connections to get her daughter into LAW, and got convinced to join as well. Not here she was, debuting before her daughter. Tonight should have been Irene's, beating whatever poor soul LAW's higherups decided to set against her. If only her current contract wasn't so hard to break.

After Dark by Tito & Tarantula

https://youtu.be/_05lRKSdJBM?si=RuvgGE6H-oAr4P9m

"Fate is funny that way, I guess," Vivian said under her breath, giving a tiny chuckle as she did. Her theme soon started, a cheer rolling across the crowd. "Here we go, one more time." With a smile on her face, and the queue from the staff, the white haired mother stepped onto the stage.

Wrestling

Soon as she stepped out, the audience all but exploded. More so than Vivian had expected, catching her off guard as silver, snakes slithered across the myriad of video screens. She knew her sudden retirement had disappointed many, but the reaction truly brought home how the crowd had missed her.

Her hips slowly swayed to the beat of her theme, laying her hands on her thighs. Slowly they slithered up her body, her entire torso following her sensual swings. She cupped her heaving chest, pushing them up just to let them fall and bounce back into place. All of which only made the cheers that much louder, just from a little teasing.

Vivian sauntered down the ramp, her plump rear jiggling with each step, occasionally blowing a kiss to a lucky guest, the ring getting closer and closer. The serpent-clad wrestler climbed the steel steps, walking along the apron and gliding along the ropes. Suddenly she leant down, harshly shooting back and whipping her hair in the same motion, curving her back highlighting her voluptuous features. Vivian would then fall into a splits, slithering under the bottom ropes and raising back to her full height.

The returning veteran would then walk to center ring, arching her body once more. One hand delicately rested on her chest, as the other slid through her long, snowy hair. A final pose for the swarm of camera flashes, letting the image of her return burn into the audience's minds as it did film. Once the moment passed, her theme finally dying down and her opponent's cueing up, Vivian made her way to her corner to patiently await her fellow MILF's entrance.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Tonight was a perfect match. Aliénor was going to have a submission match against another MILF, and not just any MILF! A fairly popular and well-known wrestler, and also the mother of one of her youngest daughter's rivals! Perhaps it was a twist of fate; Aliénor found it amusing and intended to have a good time tonight.

Aliénor

Theme

https://youtu.be/o2Tz1yV48NQ

Despite the difference in experience between the two heavyweights, Aliénor seemed a bit more well-known in this league, whether cheering on the Frenchwoman or booing her. After all, she was a heel who did pretty much what she wanted. She walked towards the ring with a confident smile and a hip sway that mesmerized the crowd, gradually silencing the spectators until the Frenchwoman was in the ring.

Aliénor turned slowly, finally meeting her opponent's gaze. She analyzed Vivian's body from head to toe, then from bottom to top, before sighing mockingly. Her eyes, hidden behind her long hair, made it difficult to read the Frenchwoman's thoughts, but everyone knew more or less what was coming: Aliénor was about to start the hostilities!

She stepped towards the center of the ring, straining her stockings to make her broad chest bounce before stopping in the center, leaning slightly forward with both hands on her hips.

"I understand now, I understand why my beloved Cleophee's rival is so weak... If her aunt is just as weak~"

[GolemGuardian]

Vivian's golden slit locked onto her opponent, walking down as both cheers and jeers rained upon her. She could admit there was appeal to the French matriarch, something even the quieting crowd acknowledged with the swing of each step, but that was where the niceties ended. From what the snake themed woman learned, Aliénor was quite the piece of work. Arrogant, belligerent, unjustifiably overconfident, and contentious. Even to the eldest of her own daughters.

The two definitely wouldn't get along, but that just meant making the horrid mother scream would feel all that more satisfying~

As her long banged opponent entered the ring, Vivian made her way to the center, chest to chest with the French mother. "I have no idea what you're prattling on about," she nonchalantly replied to Aliénor's mouthing off, showing how the more experienced woman wasn't the only one who had done research. Even learning something she hadn't wanted revealed so soon, though that thankfully had only been loud enough for them to hear.

"But, suppose that was the case for this 'niece'," she continued. "What would that say of your youngest daughter, for not holding a candle to her? Hm?" Her icy lips curled as her visible eye shone with glee. If the woman wanted to antagonize, Vivian was more than happy to play along. "And as long as we're comparing, that seems to well be in your case to. Losing to someone your eldest beat couldn't have been good for that delicate ego, hm~?"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Aliénor had a broad smile; her provocation was perfect, and her opponent's bored reaction was a delight! At least, until Vivian decided to attack in turn with her words, seeking to insult her favorite daughter and her magnificent self! The Frenchwoman's smile vanished for a moment in surprise, but then returned, this time with a magnificent smile.

"My my!~ This is the first time anyone has dared to attack me on real matters!"

The matriarch stepped forward swiftly, slapping her chest against her opponent's before raising her hands and stroking Vivian's hair, gently playing with her opponent's fingers before speaking again.

"That match was so insignificant that I've forgotten how it ended! At least I had fun with Lady Rine, and that's all that matters, right? Only the PPVs count.~"

She then brought her lips close to Vivian's ear and whispered in her ear.

"And unlike my eldest daughter, I don't choose matches where the rules favor me. That's something you Grays and Yukines do, isn't it?"~"

Alienor then pulled her head back at the end of her words and released her opponent's hair, crossing her arms behind her back as she waited for the referee to start the match before either she or her opponent became impatient.

[GolemGuardian]

Vivian's smile grew as Aliénor's vanished for a moment. It seemed she wasn't used to having the mud slung back at her. Either she had fought some easy to agitate opponents, or they just didn't know how to fire back. While not her favorite form of provocation, the American was more than prepared to throw back whatever got thrown her way.

The French mother soon stood chest to chest with the serpent dressed mother, claiming the match to be insignificant. A point Vivian could concede, though it opened a new barb to throw."Oh, of course. Far be it from me to deny you your one, sad excuse for a win - your only win - against such a pathetic woman~"

One hand similarly sunk into Aliénor's hair, playing absent-mindedly as she pushed her chest back into her opponent's own. As for her other, it decided to land on Aliénor's thigh, softly caressing the muscular limb lovingly before snaking upwards. She didn't pay much mind to what the younger woman said, quickly striking with a playful pinch to the woman's behind as she pulled away. Almost as if the veteran milf was playing with her food, delivering a snake's bite on its retreating prey.

"Say what empty words you want, Ali~" Vivian lulled, licking her lips and placed her hands on her hips. "When you have actual talent, no matter the match, the rules are always in your favor~"

Vivian then relaxed her stance, giving the referee a side eye to signal the start. "So, Ali~" Vivian cooed, showing how little she regarded her opponent with a cute nickname, as she raised her arms up. "Can you back up the claim you gave? 'No milf is better than me,' I believe you said. So, care to show it?"

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rang, and the American milf offered a test of strength, trying to all but force the French milf to accept. "Was that all talk? Covering up your performance anxiety, when you are actively watched? Or are you going to run, and tell everyone I'm the superior woman, before I even put you in a hold~"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Vivian's words were harsh and irritating; it was the first time a woman had dared to debate the great matriarch Ysé, and it was half pleasant, half annoying. LAW was starting to get boring, so adding a little spice made the dish more palatable. Vivian was the perfect spice! Even though her opponent dared to mimic her movements, caress her magnificent thighs, and continue to insult her, Aliénor remained smiling until Vivian appeared before her.

DING DING DING

The bell rang, and Vivian, despite her research and knowledge of the Frenchwoman, challenged the matriarch to a test of strength. She even dared to provoke her one last time, perhaps hoping that Aliénor would react out of a lack of composure...

But that was not to be. Vivian, though an interesting opponent, remained inferior to the magnificent person that was Aliénor. Aliénor IS the best MILF, no doubt about it, and as such, she had nothing to prove! Even less so to an old lady starting out in a new league, even if she was a veteran.

The Frenchwoman mocked her slightly and raised her hands, bringing them closer to Vivian's to make her think she accepted her challenge... But she refused at the last moment, not with a kick as she usually did—Vivian could have guessed that if she'd seen the matriarch's matches—but with a powerful slap across the cheek!

"Please, quit talking and wrestle me with all you have, you pathetic thing!"