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

Maria's head felt like she was being smothered under a mountain of warm pillows. Images swam in and out of focus, and even sounds felt like they were being muddled and mixed together. Her grey eyes fluttered behind her mask, one arm weakly raising before a warm, firm weight was suddenly pressed down over her face! Unable to breathe, the woman kicked and flailed weakly, trying to dislodge the villain from her face before she was knocked out in arguably the most embarrassing way possible.

Time spent practicing her portrait headshots in front of her mirror back home was all being thoroughly rewarded as Paige dabbled in one creatively seducing expression after another for all of the ringside photographers snapping up their camera's fill. Pursed lips, flirtatious winks, even faux yawning over conquering the Azteca champion with astonishing ease. There was little room for debate in that regard considering Mistress Paige has maintained dominant control and was currently in the driver's seat of this match, a seat whose cushion just so happen to be the Reaper's blathering facials. "Ara Ara~...Feisty aren't you, my pugnacious Reaper? Further obedience training may be necessary before I have you groveling at your Mistress' feet~..." Paige cooed with circled hip swivels to practically have a grind party on Maria's captive countenance, afterward collapsing to the side and trapping her foe's head between her warm thighs with the Reaper's predicament hardly improving.

The choke was doing it's job far too well, leaving the Reaper choking and gasping as her hands desperately pried at Paige's thighs, pulling with all her might to try and free herself, but to no avail. Her eyes fluttered, both from the lipstick and the submission manuvers wearing her down bit by bit.

Her arms twitched as the pair fell to the side, the luchadora drooling from the corner of her mouth as her boot tried to hook on the rope to initiate a break

Although Paige prefers the theatrically extravagant and ostentatious when it comes to pleasing her audience, she certainly had no issues with having the match's momentum come to a stilted halt in this particular instance. She suspected her fans had no issues with witnessing her adversary becoming gradually subdued between the villainess' lovely thighs~...Maria apparently did though, as she scarecely managed to hook her foot over the adjacent ropes. "Aww, Killjoy..." Paige pouted with faux irritation as she released her headscissors, afterward accompanying Maria to the outside of the ring by yanking on her arm before snapping on a side headlock. Taking her for a stroll towards the other side of the ring where the stripper poll and Paige's impending victory awaited.

The fact Maria was even able to make a rope break was nothing short of a miracle. This match was spiraling down into a full blown squash match....not a good look for her, even if her opponent was as beautiful as she was dominant. Her body slumped against the canvas as her leg managed to hook onto the rope, using these precious moments to claw herself back from the void she almost slipped into. The fact that she was so close to passing out was so...humiliating.

She groaned, cheek pressed flush against the canvas before she was tugged out with a hard yank, finding her tired body being rubbed up against the warm body of her opponent in a side headlock, with every jerk making her groan, limbs twitching as she tried to wriggle free, but to no avail! But just as the pair moved to the stripper pole, Maria gave a hard SHOVE to the small of Paige's back, driving her skull first into the pole with a clang!

Vexing though it was to have Maria somehow escape her dire situation and courageously overcome the continuously stacked odds against her, Paige certainly couldn't fault the downtrodden reaper from putting on such an exemplary performance as the valiant heroine dauntlessly struggling onward against the dastardly seductress. In a different time, Paige may have even offered Maria a chance to flex her acting chops with a guest appearance on her old sentai show given that she had no qualms with pyrotechnics firing off behind her and learning synchronously posing techniques.

"Shame that our decadent dance must come to a premature end so abruptly, but I'd rather my dark angel still have some vivacious life left in you when you're twirling around on that stripper pole~...Spotlights centered and pulsating beats as you-" Paige's impassioned envisioning of Maria's sultry downfall continued as she cranked on the side headlock mushed against the theatrical dominatrix's cushioned warmth, but was upended by the Reaper dramatically thrusting Paige forward. The yelping vaudevillian comedically stumbling headfirst into the stripper pole, now swirl-eyed with drunken steps taken.

Maria clutched at her body, watching Paige stumble around in a punch drunk daze. With every breath taken, Maria's face contorted into a furious roar. Pushing herself forward, she ran to Paige and firmly wrapped her arms around the diva's waist! With a scream of exertion, she deadlifted her foe up to plant her hard outside the ring with a German Suplex!!!

The impact left the pair laying across from one another, with Maria panting heavily as she tried to roll onto her stomach, with one hand grabbing onto the apron to try and drag herself back up

Suffice to say that being belligerently impaired while in the immediate vicinity of a stripper pole wasn't exactly uncharted territory for the Intergalactic Dominatrix. Paige's familiarity with the situation ending there though as she balked from the Lucha-Reaper's embrace from behind. Paige's hands grasping out at nothing before being pitched backward head over heels, landing with a splaying crash onto her shoulders and back of her neck with eyes tightened shut and gritted teeth on impact. A dazed and confused vaudevillian slumping onto her front side straight across from Maria, whom the audience finally started rallying behind with faint chants beginning to emanate louder from them. Paige pawing onto the apron as well for a guided tugging back to her feet, although still rattled and at a more lethargic pace than the Azteca Champion.

Maria and Paige both lay sprawled on the mats outside the ring, panting heavily and trying to regain their bearings. Maria stared up at the arena lights for a good twenty seconds, before she attempted to get to her feet. The entire arena was spinning for her, but she clutched at the apron to steady herself.

Looking to Paige, she waited patiently to see her rise, before aiming a superkick to clap her right on the jaw, and send her in the direction of the so called 'party table' that was beside the ring, lined with drinks, ash trays, and other such items one would find at a strip club, such as a scattering of fake cash.

Rousing adulation continuing to swell up within the masses as the Lucha-Reaper's rebellious offense started making real headway, showcasing the first signs of resistance towards the Vaudevillians seductive entanglements that had wreaked havoc upon her sensibilities up until this point. A certain sentiment Paige herself could now sympathize with considering she'd just been dunked backwards just now, scarcely able to straighten herself out thanks to the adjacent ring apron. The battered Mistress swiveling in place towards Maria and the underside of her boot-*CRACK*-clacked against the bottom of Paige's jaw with spittle kicked right out of her mouth. Diverting Paige's half-lidded gaze to the rooflights and rigidly standing upright before starting to backpedal in a drunkened stupor until she'd eventually collapse spreadeagled onto the filth strewn table. Beer drinks splashing over in the process...