Cyber Saturday - Maria Castillo (Azteca Champion) vs. Mistress Paige

Maria's spell of bad luck seemed to be permenantly stuck to her, no matter where she went. Ever since she showed up in AFW, scores of femme fatales and hulking women have been gunning to put her down to the level of rookie jobbers for months. Each beating chipped away at her self esteem, making her feel less than worthy of her mask. Case in point, this lovely villain who was taking her sweet time picking her apart one blow at a time.

Her struggle to rise was aided when the soft skin of Paige's hand wrapped around her wrist. tugging her up into a front headlock that made the older woman stumble briefly, just as a hand tugged at her gear! A hard lift brought the veteran up into the air....only to land, crotched on the top rope!!!

Maria cried out in pain from the impact, leaning over as her breathing became ragged, and the ref came in to advise that the pair keep it in the ring. While low blows were not illegal, they were strongly discouraged.

Besting adversaries through merely through wrestling tactics was downright uncharacteristic for the Malevolent Mistress in the majority of her matches. But Paige was intent on educating Maria, alongside the rest of the world, on the folly of underestimating her foes and assuming Mistress was a metaphorical one-trick pony who was all talk and salacious whispers. She wondered if Maria still believed in this theory of hers whilst straddling upon the tight tethered rope after getting shown up inside the ring from seamless suplexes and counter maneuvers. Paige striding up beside her reaper with a predatorial smile while guiding her hand up Maria's lovely thigh.

"Ara, there's the hero of this fairy tale. Riding valiantly upon her noble steed to thwart the evildoer~...Isn't she gallant, Ladies And Gentleman!!??" Paige joyfully directed towards the ringside audience members with a raised voice, all to a mixed reaction but with those enticed by the spectacle making their debaucherous voices heard themselves. The referee obviously leaning towards the former once she began attempting to direct the action back inside the ring. Paige hushing the official with an index finger against her lips before lusciously licking her hand, and swatting Maria's juicy backside with an ass jiggling spank assuredly heard to the rafters.

Maria's face practically burned with shame under the mask, her quaking hands holding on to the rope that had so bluntly slammed into her crotch not long before. The pain from the impact left her panting, trying to summon the strength to move as the villainess boasted to the crowd about how she looked, one lovely hand running up her spandex clad thigh as she did so. The action made Maria's heart skip a few beats in her chest just by the soft contact.

The crowd's response was indeed mixed, something that caught her off guard. Normally the audience was firmly entrenched on her own side, but now? She could hear more people turning on her, those voices who descended into those dark desires that some of the heels in this company seemed to share.

"Let's go Paige! Show this has-been where she belongs!"

"Job the MILF! Job the MILF! Job the MILF!"

"Looks like she's enjoying this! Some champ! How pathetic is that?"


Each shout cut at her pride as a luchadora, even as she let out a cry when Paige's hand swatted at her rear with an audible slap, a sound that drew out a cry from the more depraved in the audience as her body seized up, before sliding off the rope to land with a hard crash on the canvas at the villainess' feet. Her breathing was harsh, one hand clutching her crotch as the other gently grabbed at her opponent's ring gear, trying to pull her body up to get back into the fight!

Often times people misconstrue Paige's mesmerizing talents as only being restricted in scope to the woeful grappler she's pitted against. However, diabolical villainesses of her caliber know how to slither their nefarious tentacles wherever they deem fit, including into the minds of the rambling masses around them. Who, whether their aware of it or not, have played right into Mistress' debauched clutches by beginning to be enthralled by Paige's salacious theatricality. Unknowingly puppeteered into rebelling against the virtuous luchadora and embracing their basic instincts...a feat Paige took delightful pride in, she must say. The Midnight Domme afterward unveiling a small makeup kit with a stick of midnight blue lipstick from a hidden pocket in her attire that she began applying upon her puckered lips.

"...*giggle*...Seems to me as if the people have spoken, my dark angel. Can't say I'm surprised though. Audiences these days can be quite the fickle bunch, believe me~..." Paige casually chatted into the beauty mirror of her compact, completely indifferent to the hapless luchadora beneath her pathetically pawing at her wrestling boot. Eventually popping her lips and smirking into her mirror before clapping it closed with a swift shove back into her pocket. She arched herself downward and offered a guiding hand to Maria's chin. Out of the depths of the reaper's misery and into the azure blue of Paige's bewitching eyes once brought face to face. "Never fear. I will be your guide, into the abyss you yearn for..." Paige whispered under her breath into a luscious kiss, smooth and inviting with a blissful hum behind it.

Maria's head was spinning from the pain, and her center of balance was off just enough that just rising to her feet was a monumental task in and of itself. All she could do was make a grab for Paige's belts or boots to try and steady the spinning arena, though she needn't have bothered. As if on cue, Maria felt a hand cup her chin, guiding the groaning veteran up to her feet, where her body swayed uneasily in front of her. Paige's words flowed like honey, wrapping around her tired mind as soft lips captured her own in a dominating kiss.

Her mind went blank at that moment, the world constricting until it was just these two women, lips locked in the middle of the ring. Her body trembled, groaning softly as she slumped against her opponent and rival!

Flattered though Paige would have been if people attributed Maria's starstruck infatuation to one salacious makeout session, the Vile Vaudevillian knew that partial credit should be assigned to her midnight blue lipstick and the entrancing concoction that lay within. The same shade of blue now coating Maria's lush lips as if her adversary had tasted of decadence itself. Softened savoring giving way to spellbinding succulence as the juicy smooch was indulged into further with Paige herself humming in kind. Comforting the trembling Reaper by embracing her from behind with Paige's free hand squeezing the luchadora's tender rump, until she parted her head back with an intimate blush on her smiling face.

"Ara Ara~...Here I thought The Reaper's embrace would come with a chilled frigidity, and yet that kiss you gave me possessed all the heat of a blazing inferno. Oh, but how naughty of me~...You mentioned wanting to prove your worth as a champion, right? Here, let me help you my Dark Angel." Paige affectionately wiggled their noses together in another eskimo kiss before separating them and bringing up both Maria's hands by her wrists. Balling up Maria's fists and helping her adopt a fighting stance with one backstep taken by Paige, afterward trailing her hands up from her ample hips settling them behind her head to strike an undeniably seductive pose. "Come on than, I'm ready to wrestle now if you are..."

The kiss left Maria staggering, her body feeling unusually sluggish even after Paige pulled back from her stunned face. Hands trailed from her rear to her slack hands, tenderly balling them into fists for Maria's sake and helping draw her up into some approximation of a fighting stance. Some of the more Pro-Paige audience members gave a laugh as they watched the champion take a drunken swing at her, her fist weakly striking the villainess in the midsection, "Gah!!"

"Nnngh..w..waht did you do to me?" Maria groaned, her vision swimming as she could still taste the intoxicatingly sweet lipstick that coated her parted mouth, taking deep breaths to try and rush oxygen to her rattled brain.

Diehard fans of the superhero show Sentai Rangers show were acutely aware of the hypnotizing ramifications of Mistress Paige's Toxic Love kiss, now seemingly unfolding in real time as Maria swayed about in a bewitched stupor and her best punch scarcely scratching Paige's presented abdomen. The Intergalactic Domme nonchalantly dusting off her midsection after Maria's pathetic strike started earning mocking laughter from the audience members who knew Maria was under Paige's spellbinding control.

"Oh, Little Ol' Me?~...Why I just gave you a free opening just than, is all. But it appears as though you're incapable of harming your loving mistress. Beginning to become corrupted by my Nocturne Embrace, perhaps?~...well, for the next minute or so you will be." Paige smirked while blowing a kiss to her, cluing Marian in to the trickery...but capitalizing regardless via nimbly leaping upon Maria's shoulders, head firmly affixed betwixt Paige's supple thighs before attempting to flip backward in her Paige Turner frankensteiner.

Maria's mind was so hazy, it took her a bit to really piece together just what the nefarious heel had done to her! Nevertheless, when the vixen blew her a devious kiss, her storm grey eyes widened with realization. Though the knowledge came far too late for her to do anything! The villainess was on her in an instant, leaping impressively to sit on her shoulders, crushing her head between warm thighs, before a hard flip SPIKED the Reaper hard on the canvas! The shock went down the luchadora's spine, laying her out in a heap behind the challenger!

No need for concern~...The aftereffects of Paige's luscious lipstick lasts only for a scant few minutes, although in wrestling time this may as well end up being an eternity. A natural immunity from having fiddled with this mesmerizing makeup for years ensures that Paige will remain entirely cognizant and lucid all throughout, which is more than she can say for her splayed out adversary behind her. Mistress situated on her knees and mischievously peeking over her shoulder with a cheshire smirk at Maria after ringing the poor reaper's bell. Ideas abounded as to where to proceed further, but further embarrassing her foe was a temptation far too enthralling to pass up. Paige standing upright and striding over until positioned over Maria, the Vile Vaudevillian provocatively swishing her hips in a seductive dance as she descended until her fulsome backside became all that Maria's face would know. Posing alluringly for ringside cameras with hands in her hair and puckered lips.