Gage vs Heel Diva Trio

59= Failure

Just before he could secure his arms around her, Maria threw an elbow into his head, knocking him back.

With a cocky sneer, the Striker backed into her corner and tagged in the group's de facto leader. Chantelle Lacroix had checked in.

(TAG)

Charming Taunt 54= Success

Instead of engaging outright, the Trickster blew a loud kiss in Gage's direction. If the fact that he was now facing the least injured Diva wasn't disconcerting enough, this certainly was.
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Gage Willpower= 11
Chantelle Stamina= 40 (Active)
Yuwaku Stamina= 32 (Standby)
Maria Stamina= 22 (Standby)

Stumbling backwards, Gage’s vision swam from the elbow straight to the temple. It wasn’t until he recovered that he saw Chantelle standing there as his new opponent. This was starting to look grim...

“Huh, I’d figure you’d had something to say, lady!”

Maybe his mind wasn’t in the right place or maybe he had been seduced enough to think this was a smart move but instead of attacking the trickster, he simply walked right up to her. As if he were dating her or something... who knows?

[Free Action]

71= Failure

"Votre bouche et votre corps ne semblent pas être sur la même page." Chantelle said with a faux-quizzical expression, "Permettez-moi de régler cela~"

Feminine Wiles= Auto Success

Suddenly, the Trickster grabbed Gage by the back of his head and bent him backwards before planting an assertive, lasting kiss on his mouth and propping him back up. As he stood dazed, facing the direction of the Divas' corner, Maria and Yuwaku casually blew him kisses, sending tangible hearts that popped on each of his cheeks and gave just enough force to send him falling backward.

As he laid there on the mat, the Divas and every Midara in the crowd could basically see the violet, green, and black hearts swirling around his head.
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Gage Willpower= 7
Chantelle Stamina= 40 (Active)
Yuwaku Stamina= 32 (Standby)
Maria Stamina= 22 (Standby)

[Translation: It seems your mouth and your body aren't on the same page. Allow me to sort this out~]

With his brain already muddled and confounded, what left was there to take? His dignity, one would suppose. And that’s what he felt slipping from him as the empty spaces and cracks left by that dignity were being filled with desire and need for these three Divas. It all happened in a flash: French he couldn’t quite make out, a hard kiss, blown kisses, explosion, head spinning and an impact on the mat.

Gage wished so desperately he could talk shit but he’d only feel like a fool at this point. Chantelle had all but sealed his lips with purple prints of domination. Shakily, the grappler propped himself up onto his forearms and then rose to his feet. Did he have any shadow of a chance at victory? Probably not, but giving in was not an option. Not this time.

In a mad dash, Gage sprinted towards the ropes before hopping up onto them and springboarding off towards the Parisian Trickster, aiming his arm at her chest.

[Modified Clothesline Guillotine]

65= Failure

Gage had fury behind his attack, but his clear intentions gave him away as soon as he made a break for the ropes. With a graceful twirl, Chantelle avoided his arm and watched him crash to the mat.

"Hmph," the Diva huffed ",Ne vaut pas mon temps."

(TAG)

With a casual high five, the Trickster tagged out for the Technician to pick the scraps.

"Koko ni kite, watashi no petto!" Yuwaku basically snarled as she approached Gage's prone form

Padded Confinement 88= Critical Success!

Lifting him up by his hair, Yuwaku wrapped her legs around his torso, wrenched his arms with her own, and mashed his face into her breasts. With her devastating hold locked in, Gage could feel his face being bombarded by dozens of plump lips, smooching his face with almost violent intention.

This was it. Either get out, tap out, or pass out.

(Gage is bound!)
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Gage Willpower= 7 (Bound!)
Yuwaku Stamina= 32 (Active)
Chantelle Stamina= 40 (Standby)
Maria Stamina= 22 (Standby)

[Chantelle Translation: Not worth my time.]
[Yuwaku Translation: Come here, my pet!]

Missed again... Well, gotta keep— Ack!

Before Gage could process what was happen, he was pulled up by his hair by the Japanese Submission Specialist. He should’ve seen that coming but his mind was just running on fumes st this point. What next? As the air was steadily being crushed out of him, Gage could only resolve to do one thing:

Struggle.

With an attempt at a thrash, the wrestler twisted his body to and fro in the hopes of breaking Yuwaku’s masterful grip.

[Struggle]

37= Failure

With what little gas he had left in the tank, Gage thrashed about in the Technician's grip, but the hold was too tight and his will too weak.

At this point he did not give himself the choice to fight on, only to either tap out and submit to the trio, or pass out, save his pride and hope they'd be finished with him by the time he woke up.
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Gage Willpower= 0
Yuwaku Stamina= 32 (Active)
Chantelle Stamina= 40 (Standby)
Maria Stamina= 22 (Standby)

It was over. All over and no hope was left for him. Was there ever any hope? Gage would like to think so but even now his vision swam in a daze as he lay broken in Yuwaku’s grasp. No more... no more—

With his vision starting to darken, Gage’s hand hit the mat a few times, signaling his tap out and his pride becoming that much more damaged.

[Tap Out]

(Gage has submit! Your winners: the team of Chantelle Lacroix, Bloody Maria, and Yuwaku Gomon!)

As the bell rang and Yuwaku released him, Gage felt the wrenching of his arms stop, and his breathing became easier. Though with this relief came the sting of recognition at the fact that this would be all too short lived, the Japanese hip-hop playing in the arena was sure to pour salt in that wound.

His mind was still spinning when the music cut off and Chantelle's sultry French came over the loudspeakers. He didn't really hear what she said, not that he could understand her all that well if he did. Instead, he was internally going between shame in another submission, and shameful daydreaming of what this trio would do to him. He was reminded, as Chantelle's violet-clad assistants stood over his prone form, that he was not at the mercy of three Midara, he was at the mercy of five.

"Nous espérons que vous trouverez votre expérience… satisfaisante~" The two said in perfect harmony as they brandished handcuffs.

[Translation: We hope you find your experience... fulfilling~]

Finally, fresh air filled his aching lungs and he felt a small bit of relief. However, that relief didn’t last long as he was quickly reminded of his shameful submission at the hands of Yuwaku. Gage couldn’t win for losing at this point. What could possibly happen to make this wor—

Perhaps that was a thought too soon.

Gage was suddenly surrounded by the Trickster’s assistants and knew right then that he was in it now. The grappler was paralyzed with apprehension to action and could only lie on the mat as the two assistants span the handcuffs around their respective fingers. He could only gulp and brace for the inevitable.

The assistants giggled at Gage's lack of response. Attaching each of the cuffs to his wrists, the duo dragged his defeated form to the corner and secured the restraints to the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle.

Though Chantelle was still droning on, much to the crowd's irritation, Maria decided to make sure everyone was hearing what the group had to say.

"You're done punk!," the Striker taunted ",This ain't no nightmare, this is your life!" She grabbed his face and looked him dead in the eyes "And you're our bitch!"

The words began to sink in as Gage instinctively spied the lips of his tormentors. Maria's lips were freshly coated in black and Yuwaku and the assistants were busy with their own colors.

What had he become? He used to fight until the last, never give in! And now, his life was this— being subjected to routine beatings and humiliations at the hands of these Divas. Gage wanted to hate it but also couldn’t fight the conflicting feelings arising in his pants. What could he do when he was so divided?

As he was dragged into the corner and set up with Maria grabbing his face, Gage couldn’t hear much of anything. He likely chose not to out of preference.

“—bitch!”

That perked the grappler’s ears up. Lunging forward and attempting to headbutt the Striker, Gage was stopped short by his restraints and found his dominator out of reach. In resignation of this realization, he slipped back into the corner while held my Maria’s grip. He could only stare into her black lips now and look past her as the others all began to prepare for his public shaming. So, he did what he could and waited for the Guillotine to come crashing down on his neck.

From a look of surprise to fury, and finally to devilish delight, Maria grabbed the ropes and stomped into Gage's chest.

"I like em feisty~" the aggressive striker taunted while looking down on him.

As if rehearsed, Maria moved out of the way to reveal Chantelle standing like an executioner.

"J'ai une demande, mon amour." she confidently announced into the microphone "Commencez pour ça!"

She then thrust the mic into Gage's face for his response
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[Translation: I have a demand for you, my love. Beg for it!]

Now this was just ridiculous. He was expected to beg now? No fucking way in hell was that going to happen so long as he could help it. Gage sneered and moved his face away with a grimace away from the mic. He couldn’t stand seeing them look at him with snide anticipation and expectance.

Gage then decided to speak:

“Sorry, but I don’t do whatever it is you just said. Not that kinda guy... So kindly fuck off!”

With his heels in the dirt, so to speak, Gage decided to refuse to say any more.

"Préparez-le!" Chantelle commanded as she threw the microphone away in a huff.

Without hesitation, the assistants ripped off his pants, exposing his at-attention member. Quick as can be one of the assistants put a sleep mask around his head, taking his vision from him. It was these last actions that made him come to a horrific realization. This was different.

He'd lost to Midara before, but when he lost, they'd take him to a back room or their lair; a private place. This was not a private affair, this was a public humiliation. But even that was different. Those defeated by Midara were occasionally left in public places to assert dominance, but that would be in civilian locations. He was about to be made into a plaything in front of what had to be thousands of Midara. Who knew who was out there? Passion Lips? The Minotaurs? The Swamp Succubus? This was going to paint a lipstick target on his back, and every temptress watching would be making a move.

The bombardment came as if his future had come for him early. He couldn't tell who was where, but somebody began riding him while painting his chest with kisses. The remaining four, whoever they were, took his legs and each side of his face. His eyes may have been covered, but his mind's eye saw nothing but smacking lips as his ears took in the cacophony of "mwahs" and smooches. The pleasing aroma of lipstick immediately occupied his nostrils and further kept his heads spinning.

It didn't take much before he felt on the verge of climax, but before he could, the Trickster gave a command.

"À présent!" she said, and with that, all five jumped off him, leaving him without their warmth, but covered in their lipstick. He could feel it, and smell it too. Some instinct within him told him to hold his will back, not that it would necessarily help one way or the other. He could hear the audio feedback of a microphone being passed around, someone was about to taunt him yet again.

Before that could happen, a hip-hop mix of jungle drums blasted throughout the arena, causing the crowd to pop and the ring to fill with the sound of battle. He couldn't make out more than a jumble of punches, slams, and throws from his impaired perspective, but two possibilities came to mind; either he was being rescued or poached by other Midara.

As the music and the fighting ceased, he felt some cloth fall onto his pelvis and the mask was removed from his face. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he gazed upon a new trio of Divas; Shauna Jackson, Rosa del Dorado, and a third Diva he had not seen before. She was smaller than any of the others, but was bursting with energy.

"Do not mistake my kindness to mean you are in our favor," the Powerhouse boomed ",you have shown promise in the past, but this paltry showing has caused us to doubt." Gage had no concrete emotions to be felt, his all-too-recent episode caused his mental facilities to go all out of whack.

"You have been spared this day," Shauna continued ",do not expect it to happen again, mpenzi wangu." With a snap of her fingers, Gage found himself lying in the center of the training ring in the gym.
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[Chantelle Translations: "Prepare him!" "Now!"]
[Shauna Translation: "My love."]

Gage’s mind was a blur of emotions, a whirlwind of lust, guilt, embarrassment— every polarizing bit of him was being pulled out to the forefront as he was blinded in his binds and kissed ruthlessly. His mind threatened to go white as the Divas all five put him to work and one was riding him to near climax.

It wasn’t long before he was brought out of the dark after waiting for what felt like an eternity, seeing his three saviors. He felt relief to see Shauna, which was something he was not used to feeling. After a lecturing and an unceremonious teleportation, Gage yelled back into the void:

“I don’t need your mercy! You think you’re so beyond me, then come back an’ prove it you cowardly pricks!”

Gage draped himself over the top rope facing the door out of exhaustion, hoping desperately for a reply but knowing that the chances were slim.