Emilai Nakayama vs. Lyla Moorez: Debut Romp

Match: "I Quit" Bedroom match

Emilai:

It was such a curious idea when the initial pitch was made to Emilai. Fight in this bedroom and make your opponent verbally concede. If she didn't know any better, it sounded like she was supposed to make love instead of fight. Naturally that was her first question. Umm... Do you, like, want me to go down on my opponent or what? Of course the answer only left that question hanging in a rather obvious way. There are no rules, just make your opponent quit. A quiet nod was her response but devilishly, she was thinking about basking in a certain pleasure in life.

A bit too excited, Emilai was a bit early to the designated time slot for her match. Thankfully the bedroom arena was empty and, well, wide open for potential exploration. She decided to be a bit naughty and peak inside for a bit, just to see what it was like in there. Inside was a rather voluptuous landscape with silken blankets, pillows, and thinly veiled curtains hanging off four bed posts. A mattress played the part of a ring in the center and while it certainly wasn't ordinary, it definitely played the part well.

Stepping inside, Emilai's islander motif was finally displayed for an audience. Furs and fabrics clinging to her arms and legs and upper body with a belt that carried a loin cloth. Scarcely covered but it was fairly ordinary to her. Her almost white hair was tied up and instead of her planned horn on top, she opted to try a bit of tribal paint across the cheeks to sort of add to her theme. Proceeding further into the chamber, she found the bedposts to be holstering several leather whips curiously enough. Something to help with the match? The islander didn't spare too long of a thought on that. Instead she plopped down on the bed, testing the softness for a bit. Goodness, if this was going to go like she thought, this is going to be a very fun paycheck.

What Ellie didn't know, wouldn't hurt her. The two had decided to keep their matches almost entirely locked in as a duo to help ease in the transition to a new league. Granted, that was something that served primarily to help Ellie get comfortable in AFW and combat some of her anxiety. Lyla on the other hand didn't really need the safety net… so when she had been approached about a singles match, she hadn't outright denied it.

It wasn't a standard match which meant the payout was going to be a bit better. A bonus, to be sure, but what caught her eye was the fact it was a bedroom match. She hadn't read up on the assorted rules or regulations surrounding the various specialty matches in her free time. She rarely read anything all all really. To her though it carried a certain sense of intimacy, one that would make for a nice welcome to the company.

Sure, there was a bit of trepidation of the strangeness of it being an "I Quit" match and whips being involved. It reeked of someone in Management's kinks.  That was fine. The less like a real match this was the easily time she would have brushing Ellie's annoyances aside should she ever find out about it.

Emilie would have been left waiting for awhile, as Lyla was many things but punctual was not among them. She had opted to take a taxi to the match and like the tourist she was, hadn't really taken traffic into consideration. It wasn't a big deal though, to her anyhow. She pushed her way into the room, curiously glancing around while slipping inside. Nice digs!

Lyla Moore:

Her golden eyes trailed the various fanciful touches in the moodlit room before taking note of a particular set of decorations that didn't really fit. Her head cocked to the side as she eyed the white fur and the unicorn like horn that adsorbed her opponent. On someone else, it may have looked goofy… this woman wore it well. Her eyes twinkled a bit, counting her good fortune to have been partnered up for this match with such an attractive woman.

"Sooooo…" Lyla tucked her hands behind her head, casually strolling deeper into the room. She had a giant smirk on her face, tickled pink the other woman was already chilling on the bed as if she knew exactly where the Irish woman was wanting this to end up. She would stop not far in front of Emilai, shifting her weight to one side to strike a pose that could easily have been plastered on a pin up poster.

"I'm not exactly sure how we're supposed to start off." Lyra had a singsong lilt to her voice, her accent was rather soothing even in casual conversation. Her arms dropped to her side, giving them a small warm up shake. She gave the other woman a small uptilt of her chin in greeting. "I'm Lyla, the lass that's goin' to be workin' ya over." The pink haired woman flashed a playful wink.

Time pressed on and those several minutes of quietly waiting turned into a mind-numbing hour or at least it seemed like it had. Worse still was probably the eerie silence that Emilai was getting while waiting. There was no PA, no messenger, no note that clarified the reason for such an inexcusable delay. Then again, the idea of show business and all this glamor had to have its own standards, right? Maybe this was the expectation, Fashionably Late sounded like something from this industry.

Thus for the future, she had to keep in mind that eagerness is a waste of a time. She should have been more relaxed but with first fight nerves, it was easy to feel a bit eager.

Regardless, some activity did finally pick up and her patience was rewarded. Emilai didn't stir from her spot and merely observed the candied treat that approached in the same awe that she had when she eyed over the room. Of course now the room seemed to be nothing compared to just what she was about to get her hands on.

The eye-catching pink hair had almost masqueraded the rosy white generously on display through quite the themed outfit. Emilai's eyes light up, biting her bottom lip in an obvious sign of attraction with her opponent presenting herself finally in a pose.

Rolling up onto her feet with Lyla's head nod as it were a beckon, Emilai took a half step forward as a full step would put her nearly on top of the other. It wasn't time for that quite yet.

"Starting off? Well I'm a bit surprised that's it your first time, Wahine~" Emilai teased lightly with a touch of a rehearsed islander accent woven into her words that lessened the forceful sound of her Hawaiian slang.

"Well first we start off with a little teasing, just to get the foreplay to be a bit more... fiery. Here... take my hands." She was kind of making it up as she went but faking confidence was half of the battle right? Besides, this was a calculated move to inch ever closer to actually trying to treat this as a wrestling match.

She took a step forward, now within easy reach of Lyla but slowly and delicately, Emilai reached to grab both of her opponent's hands, looking to quickly tangle her gloved fingers in with the Irish lass.

Escalating the tension, Emilai pushed her look and stepped forward again this time leaving almost no room in between her and Lyla. She lowered her voice, a whisper to make the moment intimate "Now maybe..." She trailed off leaning her head slightly in signaling a kiss only to abort at the last second. She'd tilt her head forward pressing her forehead up against her opponent's to keep their mouths apart.

"The teasing, yea?" Emilai smirked letting that sneak in before slipping her fingers free and throwing them around to try and wrap Lyla in a bearhug!

Lyla wasn't the most observant girl in the world when it came to most fine details, a point her tag partner was quick to bring up often in spare when she missed tells and got herself hit by moves with telegraphing. When something had her interest however, her focus was sharper, and this woman sitting across from her had all her attention in this intimate setting.

Emilai had a terrible poker face, but that was fine. The Irish lass liked that look she gave, the attention and appreciation shared in silence. It gave her leverage and an assurance she could muster some chemistry between the two of them. Pursing her lips, she blew the other woman a small kiss with all the confidence in the world.

Lyla hummed softly as Emilai stepped in to her, playfully slipping her hands away as the other woman reached for them with a soft giggle. They didn't go far, fingers lightly tracing the length of the woman's arms. Though the two women weren't built terribly dissimilar, Lyla could feel her opponents tight muscles beneath her soft skin and positively bubbled with excitement. Her hands though would eventually find their way back to the islander's, interlacing their fingers together just as intended.

"Where I come from, we don't do matches like these. That doesn't mean I haven't wrestled with my share of women in bed though." She closed the distance between them, filling the space Emilai had intended to leave by leaning her body up against the islander, flattening her bosom up against Emalai's with a soft coo.

Lyla was ready for the kiss, looking forward to giving Emilai a little sample of what she was in store for… but it never came. Filthy little tease. That was fine, as tempted as she was to just lean in and steal one with them so close, she decided she could place this game as well. Gently she moved her forehead past Emilai's, leaning over her shoulder to whisper into the woman's ear. "I love your outfit, but I think it will look better on the floor."

Unaware of Emilai's intentions, when her hands were freed they slipped lightly around the other woman's waste, giving her a light pull in to bump against her. When the islander wrapped her arms around Lyla, she didn't even pay it mind until those hands locked in and arms started squeezing her into a bearhug. She let out a gasp of surprise, hands immediately reaching up to clasp at Emilai's shoulders in an attempt to struggle free.

Emilai lips curled into a slight smirk as her hands tightened around Lyla's waist. There was something to be said about first impressions and by her person, Lyla certainly was ticking a lot of boxes. Confident, sensual, and gullible, she had the makings of woman after the islander's heart.

"Hmm... we could skip straight to dropping our clothes, wahine, but I've done that plenty." She bit down as she tried to rein in the other with just strength alone. She might have been able to do it but with her opponent's hands free it was only a matter of time before she put those to good use so a change of strategy was required.

"Not even curious.. where I'm taking this?" Emilai asked a bit rhetorically as she applied the pressure but kept her opponent in tight for now. A hint of a devious shine in her eye implied something perhaps more match related than Lyla had intended.

Lifting the lass off of her feet, Emilai had a surprising amount of strength hidden as she swung the pair of them around. Taking a few pacing steps, the islander was eventually leading a slow charge towards one of the bed posts hoping to slam her opponent's back against the post. "Let's just ease into this a bit."

Twisting and pushing, Lyla didn't find a whole lot of give to Emilia's grip. Despite the seemingly bad situation she found herself in… she didn't seem panicked or even a little bit upset. She let out a few small grunts, wiggling in the other woman's grasp before arching her back with a soft moan, grinding her captive form up against the other woman. She had given up fighting the hold and instead just embraced it.

The pink haired girl swing her legs up, wrapping them around Emilia's exposed midsection, hooking her ankles to apply pressure of her own, using her thighs to tighten in around the other woman's sides to show she was just as capable of giving back a hearty squeeze even despite her slender form.

"That's fine love… tearing your clothes off with my teeth sounds more fun anyway…" Her arms wrapped themselves around the Islanders head, her fingers gliding through the woman's hair to play with it gently as the two women worked to crush one another. The Irish girl didn't pay where they were moving to much mind until she was slammed into the bedpost, rattled by the unexpected blunt force hitting her hard.

She let out a small hiss at the pain, biting her lip to manage it. The grip of her fingers tightened as they curled around handfuls of Emilia's hair, content to play rough now as well as she gave the woman a hard tight forward, trying to draw the woman's face down into Kyla's puffed out chest to bury her face in her cleavage. "You have a funny way of easing."

Cracking a smirk, Emilai watched Lyla recoil from the impact drinking in view for a moment. She would have been content just like this for a bit as the islander pressed up against the lass, sandwiching her with the post pressing against that back.

She certainly had the endurance to keep going and endure those tightening legs around her waist. Hell, Emilai might even being enjoying the challenge for top but so long as it was clear that she maintained it. It was rewarding to get those few precious sounds from Lyla as she squeezed but she wasn't prepared to give her partner quite as much in return.

However there was a surprise in store for the islander as those exploring fingers in hair that were tolerated now escalated to something more provocative. Emilai winced as her face was forced down in between Lyla's breasts and by the time she opened her eyes again, all they saw was flesh.

Perhaps it was the change of scenery was leading to a gasp but the lass had finally cracked the islander's resilience. As her lips parted she uttered her own soft moan as some of the air in her lungs forced its way out from the tightness around her waist. Yet this had only served as an invitation as her lips curled and began pecking into any bit of Lyla's chest she could reach, content on kissing a bit before her tongue lashed out and slid across in streaks. She eventually had to surface, forcing her head to lift back even in spite of the grip in her hair. She could manage to just gaze up into Lyla's face as she gasped for a fresh breath. "Not like you're having any trouble with it."

It had been a fair while since anyone really tried to out top her. As if trying to prove a point, Emilai's arm muscles tightened to their max, trying squeeze out her opponent like this.