Salos vs Chantelle Lacroix & Bloody Maria

Salos continued to kick his feet as he struggled to get away.

(Struggle)

7= Failure

As their lips remained locked, purple hearts began to lazily shoot out from the pair's faces, as though the kiss was overflowing with passion.

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Salos Willpower= 9 (Bound)
Chantelle Stamina (Active)= 18
Maria Stamina (Standby)= 24

Salos continued to try to break free of the kiss as he was starting to moan into the kiss.

(Struggle)

79= Failure

Once again Salos's efforts were ineffective, and the kiss was becoming so sensual he could swear hw was hearing saxophones. The referee was hovering around the scene, ready to call the match over should Salos's body signal his defeat.

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Salos Willpower= 8 (Bound)
Chantelle Stamina (Active)= 18
Maria Stamina (Standby)= 24

Salos continued to kick his legs as he tried to pull away from this makeout session.

(Struggle)

99= Critical Success!

With strength he didn't think he still had, Salos launched Chantelle off of him and bouncing off the top rope back-first. Chantelle was left with some hefty whiplash that left her almost as dazed as Salos, who could feel the violet lipstick staining his mouth.

(Follow Up!)

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Salos Willpower= 8
Chantelle Stamina (Active)= 17
Maria Stamina (Standby)= 24

"No More lipstick." He said, charging her with a flaming fist and anger in his eyes.

(Burning knuckle)

22= Success
Louise Thez Press 86= Critical Hit!
(Follow Up!)
Tag+Chemical Lust 67=Failure

Salos's fiery strike found its mark and sent Chantelle stumbling into the ropes. Unfortunately, on her rebound, Chantelle hit him with a crossbody before mounting his torso and unloading a bombardment of kisses on his face, causing the rest of his face to match his mouth in being colored in her purple lipstick kisses.

"Oh ne t'inquiète pas, j'en ai plein~" She whispered in his ear.

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Salos Willpower= 2
Chantelle Stamina (Active)= 14
Maria Stamina (Standby)= 24

[Translation= Oh don't worry, I have plenty~"

“Damn it.” he said, trying to restore his willpower that was already in pieces.

(Suns blessing)

48= Success

Despite being so weak, Salos was able to focus enough to use solar magic to rejuvenate himself a bit.

FWM 87= Failure

Sensing her sinister intent, Salos dodged out of range before Chantelle was able to grab him.

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Salos Willpower= 5
Chantelle Stamina (Active)= 14
Maria Stamina (Standby)= 24

Salos summons his bow and aims at Chanelle, hoping to do some damage.

(Blazing Bullseye)

56= Success

Salos's shot found its mark, hitting Chantelle square in the chest and making her stumble back into her own corner where Maria tagged herself into the match.

(Tag! Maria is now the legal competitor!)

Chemical Lust 6= Success

Maria dipped into the ring and made a beeline for Salos, grabbing him and Irish Whipping him into the opposite ropes. On his return, Maria grappled him in the middle of the ring and bent him over backward at her side with her hand on the back of his neck. Salos hardly had the time to process the sight of the upside-down crowd when Maria pulled his head up to face her. The malicious intent and hunger were practically oozing from Maria's features, creating a pit in Salos's stomach.

"Come to Mama!" Maria yelled before pulling Salos's face to meet her own in a firm, drawn-out kiss on the lips. "Mmmmmwah!" She popped off the kiss and admired her handiwork. Salos's mouth was stained with a plump, deep-black kiss mark and his eyes looked ready to close. The euphoria of her affection as well as the intoxicating scent of her lipstick had pushed his mind beyond the event horizon. Maria had him right where she wanted him. Too eager to hold off any longer, Maria began her attack in earnest; planting one enthusiastic smooch after another onto his face, staining his skin with more and more oily marks, sending him further and further into a blissful daze.

After dozens of kisses, Maria swung herself and Salos around, slamming him face-first into the mat. Whatever portion of his mind that hadn't been neutralized by the amorous assault was taken out of commission by the harsh STO. With rough enthusiasm, Maria flipped Salos onto his back and laid across him as the referee counted to three and called for the bell.

(Salos's Willpower has reached 0 and he's been pinned. Salos has been defeated!)

"The winners of this match; Chantelle Lacroix and Bloody Maria!" The ring announcer confirmed as Maria's punk-rock theme played.

Salos laid on the ground in a daze from the kiss and the impact of her last move.

Maria's final move put Salos in something of a trance. For a while, all he could see was heavily blurred shapes and colors and everything he heard was heavily muffled. Eventually, another stiff strike brought him back to his senses. An all-encompassing ringing faded into hard rock music and colors and shapes clarified into a room and a handful of alluring figures.

"Heh, hiya, shrimp!" Maria greeted him. "I was hoping you'd come to by the time Chantelle was done with the photo shoot!" Maria gestured behind her and Salos caught sight of something that made his veins run cold. On the door, next to a very smug Chantelle was a poster of him modeling black and purple clothing in the style of his two opponents. How he was posed on the poster was... less than flattering.

"She's gonna get her people to post those up all over the place. How's that sound?" She pushed his chest, making him swing gently as he hung by his wrists by a hook in Maria's punk-rock themed room.

“No. Don’t post those. I’m not some kink model.” he said with a huge blush in his face.

"No can do, little man. After that musclehead made you her little pet for a while, ladies all over are ravenous for more. And we gotta give the people what they want!"

"Besides," Chantelle nodded, "you have more immediate concerns, sac de boxe. Amusez-vous, ma douce Maria!" Chantelle gracefully took the poster with her as she left, giving Salos one last wink before closing the door behind her.

"With pleasure~" Maria practically purred with malicious intent as she stepped back into place dead center in Salos's vision. From between her breasts, she procured what appeared to be a large shotgun shell, making Salos's blood run cold. She took a piece off the shell, revealing its true nature; a tube of black lipstick. This revelation only added to Salos's dread. This was by far the most brutal Diva he'd faced thus far and he suspected that would carry over to her 'fun.'

"Tell me somethin, small-fry," Maria asked while she applied her high-caliber lipstick, "you like being under a girl's thumb, don't you?"

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[sac de boxe= punching bag]
[Amusez-vous, ma douce Maria!=Have fun, my sweet Maria!]

“No I don’t. I hate it like being dressed up like a wrestling diva kink model.” he said as he was worried about the black lipstick.

Maria suddenly reached out and grabbed Salos's face in a hand, squishing his cheeks and puckering his lips in a goofy way.

"Then why'd you take to being that musclehead's pet so good, huh?" She snapped, bringing her face inches from his. His initial, physical fear gave way to a more lustful fear upon spying Maria's plump, black, painted lips so close to him. She noticed his wandering eyes and flashed a mischievous smile before kissing the air less than an inch from his lips. The sound and sight of those smacking lips made his heart pound and his face redden.

"How'd'ya think I look, cutie pie~?" Maria whispered, the sound of her subdued, husky voice, the scent of her fresh lipstick, and the sight of the most enticing bad girl he'd ever come across filling his vision made him feel small. And the anticipation was thrilling.

“You look like a goddess.” he admitted.

Maria chuckled, her weed-smoke breath oddly sweet with the scent of her lipstick. "You're right about that, sweetie." She said with a smile as she released his face and leaned away. "I'm a fucking goddess of war. Because you lost to me and French Loki, and she already got what she wanted, you still have to pay your tribute to me. And what better way to service your war goddess than helping her train?"

She took a step away and gave each of her fists a big kiss. As she assumed a fighting stance, Salos spied a pair of black lips on her fists, each one gave a slight, almost knowing smirk. "Now what do you say to being your goddess's practice dummy?"

“Yes goddess.” he admitted.

"Now that's what I like to hear!" Maria reeled back and smashed her fist-lips into either side of Salos's face and slammed her own lips onto his goofily puckered ones. Three kisses popped off at once, and although he should've felt the pain of two simultaneous hooks to the face, all he felt was desire and euphoria along with the oily feeling of Maria's lipstick staining him.

Maria continued her affectionately pugilistic assault, rapidly punch-kissing his head and torso. Where there should've been bruises and welts were inky black lipstick kisses. Each strike was not only fantastically affectionate, but satisfyingly dominant, and perhaps a bit painful. Maria's maniacal giggling was nearly drowned out by the cacophony of smacking lips and Salos's moans.

Salos was found the next day in a sporting goods store by the opening employees. Dressed in only his underwear and covered from head to toe in big black kisses and hung by his wrists on a punching bag display. Maria had pulled similar stunts with other victims, but Salos, better known to the town as the feminine guy on the poster getting kissed into oblivion by two Midara. In both the human and midara communities, he had become the famous in the exact opposite way than he'd have liked.