Touko 'Dojo' Papillon vs. Desdemona 'Dizzy' Belti - Bullet With Butterfly Wings
Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2026 5:01 am
MatchType: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or KO
***
Ugh. A standard match. Boring.
Dizzy had been a part of wrestling culture her whole life. She was the daughter of a wrestler who’d traveled to shows worldwide. She’d had birthday parties surrounded by wrestlers in wrestling rings after wrestling shows. She even told people she was born in a wrestling ring - not remotely true, but it made for an excellent conversation starter.
But all that time, and she still didn’t understand why anyone would willingly do a standard match. Even if they were a hentai freak like her, it was like going to an ice cream parlor, seeing a hundred flavors, and still going with vanilla. There were so many unique matches, so many crazy variations, so many wild ways you could do things between the ropes; why would people want to see anything ‘standard’?
It was just one of many questions Dizzy pondered in the gorilla position as she slipped into her , sitting around and waiting to be called for her match after the commercial break. She had a lot on her mind, actually, with the last few weeks being some of the busiest she could remember. The biggest thing, of course, was moving out of her mother’s apartment and finally getting her own place.
It wasn’t perfect - for starters, it was just down the street from her mother’s, and she would’ve liked a bit more distance. It was a studio, kind of cramped, but just the right size for her, and it was slick and clean and modern. Most importantly, though, it was hers, or at least as much as anyone her age could call something theirs these days, and it gave her something she had been craving for the longest: Privacy. 100%, real privacy.
Now, she just had to figure out what to do with that privacy. She had a few ideas, but nothing solid. Not just yet.
She was pondering possibilities when one of the crew gave her a little nudge in the shoulder, the cue she’d been waiting for. Dizzy hopped out of the chair and made her way toward the entrance with plenty of pep in her step, then stood outside the curtain and waited for her music to start.
3…2…1…
Her new came blasting out a moment later, serenading the audience as she made her way out of the curtain. It was a far cry from the Linkin Park she used when she started out, but she felt it was a little more fitting with her attitude these days. Happier, bouncier, with that psychedelic vibe she dug. Plus, it was named after her. She couldn't resist.
Dizzy made her way down the ramp, waving to her fans, all smiles. She could see a few awkward glances her way, and she already understood why - her time in LAW had pretty much established her as a hentai talent, so putting her in PG-13 fair was awkward. But then again, her first match had been standard, too, and she’d manaed to make that a pretty sexy affair. Maybe she’d have the same luck tonight?
It was what she was hoping for. Eager to get this started, she slid in under the ropes, popped to her feet, and made her way over the far corner, when she leaned against the turnbuckle pads and got in some last minute stretches.
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or KO
***
Ugh. A standard match. Boring.
Dizzy had been a part of wrestling culture her whole life. She was the daughter of a wrestler who’d traveled to shows worldwide. She’d had birthday parties surrounded by wrestlers in wrestling rings after wrestling shows. She even told people she was born in a wrestling ring - not remotely true, but it made for an excellent conversation starter.
But all that time, and she still didn’t understand why anyone would willingly do a standard match. Even if they were a hentai freak like her, it was like going to an ice cream parlor, seeing a hundred flavors, and still going with vanilla. There were so many unique matches, so many crazy variations, so many wild ways you could do things between the ropes; why would people want to see anything ‘standard’?
It was just one of many questions Dizzy pondered in the gorilla position as she slipped into her , sitting around and waiting to be called for her match after the commercial break. She had a lot on her mind, actually, with the last few weeks being some of the busiest she could remember. The biggest thing, of course, was moving out of her mother’s apartment and finally getting her own place.
It wasn’t perfect - for starters, it was just down the street from her mother’s, and she would’ve liked a bit more distance. It was a studio, kind of cramped, but just the right size for her, and it was slick and clean and modern. Most importantly, though, it was hers, or at least as much as anyone her age could call something theirs these days, and it gave her something she had been craving for the longest: Privacy. 100%, real privacy.
Now, she just had to figure out what to do with that privacy. She had a few ideas, but nothing solid. Not just yet.
She was pondering possibilities when one of the crew gave her a little nudge in the shoulder, the cue she’d been waiting for. Dizzy hopped out of the chair and made her way toward the entrance with plenty of pep in her step, then stood outside the curtain and waited for her music to start.
3…2…1…
Her new came blasting out a moment later, serenading the audience as she made her way out of the curtain. It was a far cry from the Linkin Park she used when she started out, but she felt it was a little more fitting with her attitude these days. Happier, bouncier, with that psychedelic vibe she dug. Plus, it was named after her. She couldn't resist.
Dizzy made her way down the ramp, waving to her fans, all smiles. She could see a few awkward glances her way, and she already understood why - her time in LAW had pretty much established her as a hentai talent, so putting her in PG-13 fair was awkward. But then again, her first match had been standard, too, and she’d manaed to make that a pretty sexy affair. Maybe she’d have the same luck tonight?
It was what she was hoping for. Eager to get this started, she slid in under the ropes, popped to her feet, and made her way over the far corner, when she leaned against the turnbuckle pads and got in some last minute stretches.