Caitlyn Davis vs. Sister Lucia - Sin and Punishment

Lucia looked on, aghast, as Caitlyn spoke poor of her cheeks, acting as if there was something disgusting about her buttocks. ”’Blegh’?” She looked back and inspected her behind, just as pristine as ever, save for the reddened bite mark. Clearly, this Hootering whore had an addled mind, had failed to grasp the greatness that had been thrust upon her. ”As if you could have better, you silicone-sickened little trollop. And you started it, with your backsliding ways.” The kick was made even more satisfying after hearing that comment.

She muttered to herself as she took a step forward, looking to move in and put an end to things, straightaway. It was then that Caitlyn came barreling forward, pouncing on her with a swift spear, one that had her considerable weight behind it. The blow had more than enough force to knock the holy warrior off her feet, and she crashed hard on the floor, landing a sprawled, disheveled mess with her habit askew. Groaning, she made a weak struggle to get out from under her foe, but her movement was sluggish and slow, her wind not yet returning.

As to why this supposedly pious sister was so offended by even the insinuation of Lucia having less than perfect proportions, Caitlyn had zero clue. But it wouldn't surprise the Hoot in the slightest if Lucia didn't take her religious vows as seriously as her saintly persona would have you believe. At the very least, that meant that Caitlyn had like, no qualms with tackling the twisted nun right out of her wrestling boots with a gut-checking spear that reminded everyone why the silver-haired hostess was considered the powerhouse of the customer accommodating tag-team. But Lucia's whining did provide Caitlyn with a totes appropriate idea.

"Think yer all that, huh? Well, how's about we put that up to a vote~..." Caitlyn posited over the languishing sister before arising with the nun in arm-tugging tow, afterward positioning them side by side while facing the audience with their legs intertangled and arm around Lucia's shoulder.

"Alright fellas~...Time to find out who’s got the more bangin bod~...Let's raise the roof up in here!!!" Flashing her perkiest smile, Cait would puff her t-shirt stretching breasts outward to a jiggled bounce and point down at her so the audience could holler their riled up approval...only for Lucia to be given the emphatic booing thumbs-down after Cait jutted out the Sister's holy boobs and pointed over at her. "...*giggle*...guess that solves that. And there's no silicone here, honey. They're real, and they're spectacular." Cait winked before punctuating her au naturale affirmation by cocking back her other arm and delivering a nasty lariat to the rotten sister.

It might have seemed petty, but Lucia was proud of her body. She used it as a way to trap sinners, after all, and needed to keep it in the finest shape for that cause - a fisherman could not catch many fish with poor bait, after all. She would certainly rate herself more highly than some trussed-up hussie like this, wantonly displaying her wares for the world to consume. Her body was a gift, not to be tarnished in such a vulgar, licentious display.

It seemed, however, that Caitlyn was not content to let this matter go unsettled, as she hauled her up and forced her to stand so the audience could voice their approval. To no surprise, they sided with the harlot, throwing all their approval behind her, a nearly unanimous decision. Not that their opinion meant anything to Lucia - they were clearly taken by this siren’s song, unable to see the purity of her body as a virtue. It was only a reminder of how many hearts and minds she had left to change.

It was also a budding opportunity, as it gave Lucia ample time to recover.

She used that time wisely, too, bursting into action when Caitlyn came at her with a hellacious lariat. She ducked under the clubbing blow and came out behind her foe, placing herself in the woman’s blind spot, only to quickly spin about and lash out, her foot swing upwards to hit her opponent with a rousing roundhouse kick to the face!

Nothing like the power of public opinion to quash any and all doubts on a certain subject. Caitlyn and Lucia probably could have spent half the night and lost their voices debating over who had the more bodacious bod...but now thanks to some freestyle polling on the Hoot's part, the matter was unequivocally settled. The Sinister Sister coming up woefully short in comparison to Cait's T-shirt stretching offering's, and even if Cait lost the war by match's end, she could at least take some solace from having reigned triumphant in this particular battle. One where she's so far remained undefeated, she may add.

Now, if Lucia had just stayed still, Cait could have offered Lucia her "booby" prize of a socking lariat intended to mow down the evil nun right out of her purple wrestling boots. Cait being the powerhouse of the tag-team meant that this would have possibly been the end of their night at Hooters altogether, but rather than pay the bill, Lucia dined and dashed her out of Cait's lariat attempt. The Hoot stumbling forward from the whirling whiff only to turn about and get clocked right in the side of her face by a devastating roundhouse kick, one that had Cait's legs knock-kneed before she'd topple backward in a splayed out and frazzled mess.

A well-timed, well-placed, devastating kick. There were few pleasures that Lucia cherished more than landing such a blow, of feeling that impact course through her body. It was a god-given thing, divine and holy, a satisfact that she could only describe as bliss.

Her foot connected and down went the harlot.

Lucia stepped back after the blow, moving away just in time to watch the fruits of her labor. Caitlyn had been a fairly difficult opponent, she would allow that, but the devil’s will could only bring her so far in a match like this, even with strength on her side. The light cut through the darkness, as it always would, and now the task fell on her to finish this woman off and make an example for all the world to see. To use her as an instrument of divine will, whether she wanted to be or not.

She already knew the perfect move for the job.

With a stretching grin along her face, Lucia moved in, took Caitlyn by the legs, and flipped her over, letting oversized breasts press into the mat while she went about her delicate work. After crossing one of her foes’ ankles along the other, she threaded her own leg between them, then reached over to seize the woman’s arm. From there, it was all too simple - she pulled back and lifted Caitlyn, forcing her to stretch back while her most precious possession wobbled about for all the world to see.

Helpless, trapped, controlled, all while Lucia gave a single command. ”Repent!”

Aside from serving spicy hot wings alongside chilled mugs of beer, Hooter's ladies were also available to cater parties and help add a little spice to whatever bachelor parties or all-night keggars their customers hired them to attend. Given Haru and Caitlyn's popularity thanks to their AFW exploit's, they were often most requested and billed top dollar. Therefore, having been and well truly inebriated, or shitfaced for those among the Hoot's typical macho clientele, more times than she could remember thanks to these hard partying commitments, Caitlyn was able to stay on her wobbly legs longer than most before finally succumbing to gravity's pull. The silver-haired Hoot ended up staring skyward after the Nun's walloping roundhouse kick connected way cleaner than her wrestling style tonight.

Warbled vision and a splitting headache were all ramifications of your typical hangover, but this time Cait couldn't even assuage her poor decision-making by saying that at least it was the result of an awesome party the night before. Cait flinched from being lifelessly flipped over to a wriggling jostle of her shapely rump. At this point only vaguely aware of her legs being criss-crossed with not so much as a semblance of resistance until her arms were extended as a fulcrum to yank her backward. Everything was intensified tenfold in an instant. Cait yelping with intermixed whimpers as she remained rigid from the excruciating submission that had her breasts stretching thin the fabric of her t-shirt. The sheer sense of misery overwhelmed her not just from the agonizing maneuver, but the mere thought of succumbing to Lucia in her sanctimonious clutches. Until Cait's frenetic shaking her head in refusal of submitting...finally turned to her frantically nodding her head in full shameful acceptance.

"YESYYESYESYES!!!!!" Cait bellowed with trembling vocals, scrunching her face while the the referee signaled for the bell and afterward started compelling Lucia to release the hold as the Sinister Sister's theme started playing.

Repentance was a truly wonderful thing, wasn’t it? Admitting your sins, coming forward with humble intent to acknowledge your shortcomings. Lucia treasured it above all other thing, because she enjoyed seeing others find the same release that she had, to become penitent in the face of pain. This was a beautiful thing, the start of a wonderful journey for Caitlyn, one where she would find worth away from poorly made hot wings and the groping hands of unworthy men. Lucia had little doubt that she saw clearly now, that the pain would purge her mind and give her a heavenly clarity, a blessed assurance. She had come to light.

...but just in case…

Lucia didn’t let go of the hold after the bell rang and her music started. In fact, she pulled back even further, made her twist even further back, tortured that spine even more and savored every second of it. The referee had her objections, of course, and started yelling at Lucia, demanding she set Caitlyn free. But, well...Testament had her own opinions.

The behemoth of a woman had been waiting at ringside, patiently, for so long now, and it was finally - finally her time. She came into the ring, sliding fast, rose to her feet, and shoved the referee with a hard push, sending her tumbling out of the ring. But Testament wasn’t really here for her - no, her focus was on Caitlyn’s partner, Haru, as she stood directly between her and her wailing partner.

Hands down. The most...whatever moment of Caitlyn's wrestling career. Actually submitting to this sanctimonious sister would have just been totes bogus all on it's own, but not having free usage of her arms meant giving this conceited tart the satisfaction of hearing the words being screamed out multiple...multiple times. An outcome that was heartbreaking for their Hoot-loving fandom not just from witnessing the beloved waitress getting her spine torqued into submission, but now, due to the earlier agreement during the pre-match promo, they were going to be subjected to more of Lucia's mind-numbingly monotonous sermon. However, soon enough matters began devolving even more-so and to a downright dangerous degree once it was becoming evident that neither Lucia's theme nor the referee were compelling the twisted sister to relinquish the hold.

The chastising official who was tugging on the submission hold and reprimanding Lucia would get kindly ejected from the ring via one brutish shove sending her barreling out of the ring. Caitlyn quivering with a scrunched face and watered eyes from just how unbearable this was all becoming, searing white hot torture felt within the excruciating curvature of her spine while the ring bell continued clanging rapidly to apparently no effect. Swarming boos descended from all around until a seething mad cerulean-haired Hoot had seen MORE than enough of these bullshit psycho sisters. Haru making her presence known off to the side by climbing up onto the ring apron and out of the saintly behemoth's eyeline. But once she did turn in Haru's direction, the rescuing Hoot would vault atop the ropes and spring forward to clamp her thighs around Testament's head and twist to the side in an attempted hurricanrana.

Finally.

Testament had been out of the ring for far too long. After the events that occurred in Tension with Kyo, she’d been effectively blacklisted, kept out of the ring. The official reason had been because management wanted to put her up against talent ‘more suited to her talents. She knew the real reason - that they were afraid, that they didn’t want them to break another one of their perverted assets, that they knew she could bring the entire league to its knees if given half a chance. And now, in Friction, with Lucia at her side, that chance was within reach.

Now she just needed a target to direct all that rage at. Where was the other Hoot? The dumber one?

That question was answered when she turned around to find the woman flying towards her like some big-breasted, white and orange bat out of hell. Her legs clamped around Testament’s neck in the telltale position for a hurricanrana, she pulled back, and then…

...and then…

Nothing.

Testament planted her foot down hard, making a solid base and canceling out all of Haru’s momentum, keeping her from being flipped forward and leaving the hoot to dangle around her neck like some sort of jewelry. But she wasn’t going to stay there.

With a mighty heave, Testament reared up, lifted Haru high, then kicked out her legs and brought the Hoot towards the earth in a meteoric crash, slamming her back into the canvas witha devastating Sit-Out Powerbomb.

The AFW newsletter was rather well circulated around the myriad of offices and waiting rooms within the organization, often mixed in with the latest issues of Vogue along with various gossip and fitness magazines. All of which piqued Haru's page flipping and bubble-gum popping interest far more than the weekly newsletter whenever she hung back in waiting rooms while her more business savvy partner met with the corporate bigwigs about their Hooters sponsorship deal. Setting aside the official newsletter ended up not being her brightest decision considering one of the articles in a certain issue detailed the havoc that Testament had wrought upon Tension, and may have had The Hoot considering alternate methods of evening the playing field against Testament...like maybe bringing in a steel chair that hopefully wouldn't just break into a mangled wreck against the devout women's broad back.

"HA, gotcha-...now?" Haru muttered curiously with gawking eyes once she found herself dangling precipitously upside-down with the tips of her fingers grazing the floor. Her intended plan of sending the mountain of a woman flipping out of the ring before going into a stomping party on that demented Nun hitting a little bit of a snag it turns out. Haru yelping with the ease in which she was hefted up to become perched atop Test's shoulders, both of Haru's hands folded behind the brute's silver-haired head before being thrust into a cataclysmic powerbomb that shook the very core of the ring. Practically a foot of height being garnered off the canvas from the Hoot's supple frame actually bouncing into the air with legs elongated towards the sky as she tumbled backward into a face first and deadened slump. Only a slight wiggle to her backside as the formally high-spirited Hoot now lay spread-eagled with her arms draped over Test's muscled thighs as she blubbered into the canvas.