Tharja vs Bayonetta

Announcer: I hope everyone has had a good time, and had a chance to get any snacks or souvenirs from the gift shop, because it’s time for the next round! Who will be chosen for the next round!

The roulette on the screen began to spin, rotating through each of the competitor names. The wheel gradually began to slow down, as it began to point to the next competitors, Tharja and Bayonetta.

Announcer: And there we have it, our next competitors! We will see if the cold, sexy, and dominating Tharja will be able to take on the seductive, and perverted Bayonetta! Only time will tell. In just five minutes, we will have the two girls battle it out, and see who is the winner.

“My turn already? Ugh, I was hoping to have some time for prep work” a woman who watched the broadcast exclaimed. Tharja rolled her eyes as she watched the broadcast through the tv in her room, not very enthusiastic about being next. She saw the broadcast between that Midnight woman, and Sae Niijima. Tharja was a very cold and moody individual, especially if they were a threat to her or her plans, whether it be directly or indirectly. She was fearful of Midnight, believing she had the charms and abilities to counter her. She thought Midnight had a free victory there, given she was more experienced and actually had powers, but seeing Midnight kneel down before that woman, and the changes the other girl had done to her...it did a good job of making her take this more seriously. If Midnight didn’t win that...well she would have to think of a different tactic, then just use her charms to get through this event unscathed. Tharja sighed, having a look of defeat as she walked towards the window in her room, tapping it as there was a barrier preventing her from actually putting her hand through it. “Damn it, what in the world is this, and how do I deactivate it? It seems like some spell, but if that’s the case, why can’t I deactivate it!” she yells in frustration at being stuck in what is essentially a cage. She just wanted to go back home, to her friends. She began to look out the window with a sense of longing, hoping that her friends were still okay. She still had trouble wrapping her head around how she even got her. She had just finished having a “heated” conversation with Robin, about how reckless Robin was at times. She believed this recklessness was key to getting everybody killed eventually, and advised against doing anything that would get everyone killed. Even though a lot of “offensive” language was thrown around, Tharja believed that her words did hold some weight in the conversation, and that the argument was effective. She believed that possibly, her words may be able to change the landscape of the battle, and future events...even if it is just slightly. However, she wouldn’t be able to see what weight her words actually held, as on her way back, she was met with a hooded person. She at first believed the individual to be a spy, sent to gather info or **** someone, but she could not be more wrong. “Come with me before I **** you to” the hooded figure ordered Tharja, not a hint of hesitation in its voice.“Who the hell are you? A spy! Or an assassin from my homeland, who wishes to do me harm!” Tharja responded, ready to parry any **** that was given to her

“I hate you paranoid types, you always give me more work to do then is necessary” the hooded figure responds. After that, Tharja couldn’t remember much of anything. She appeared in this room she was in, with no memory of where or how she actually got there. She was given a closet full of her original outfits, and even changed into outfits that she would normally wear in battle. She would have fretted more….but there was no time for that, she had a match to attend to, and unlike Midnight, she did not intend to be a ****. “Hmm….there is still time before the match, perhaps I can do some research to find out who in the hell I am actually going to be fighting against” she said, pulling out a mysterious tablet that she as given when entering this room. “Let’s see here….I believe her name was Bayonetta...ah here we go! Let’s see what secrets you hold” she said, reading intently. The clock would eventually reach the time for her match. Tharja rolled her eyes as the time for her match began, “Great, looks like it’s time. Ugh! I am not looking forward to this, hopefully this Bayonetta woman wouldn’t be too much of a problem for me” she complains, as she got up to leave the room.

Bayonetta sat in her room, with a suspicious look on her face. “This...isn’t good” she said, not liking what just happened between Midnight and Sae Niijima. Midnight was her vote for who was going to win. She had experience, seduction, abilities, and power, yet her overconfidence was her downfall. Now she had to contend with Sae Niijima, a very unpredictable woman, who had a set of powers that Bayonetta never even heard of. Though this did confirm what Bayonetta originally thought, “there are no allies here, it’s everyone for themselves”, a harsh and good mindset to have during this. She couldn’t afford to let her guard down here, especially now of all times. She needed to get to the end of the tournament, in order to find out what exactly was going on” she thought to herself, using what happened to Midnight as an example. A talented woman who had the victory in the palm of her hand, but her overconfidence lead her to a fatal mistake that caused her to lose. There was also the question of what happened to her. Was she sent back to where she was before, still entranced? Or was she sent somewhere else entirely? These questions served as a motivational tool for Bayonetta, helping keep her focused on winning, and being used as a tool to ensure she won’t get too cocky. Bayonetta actually ended up coming here of her own volition. Unlike others, who were hypnotized and taken against her will...Bayonetta came of her own volition. A hooded figure had promised her that it could restore her memories, if she participated. This was something too good, even for Bayonetta to refuse. Though it was getting likely that was a false narrative, and she would need to be on her guard the entire time, as seen with the previous fight.

Bayonetta took Midnight lost personally, as Midnight shared many qualities that Bayonetta had, especially with how they used sexuality as their weapon. Bayonetta is a beautiful woman with a slender yet curvy bewitching figure, possessing ample breasts and a set of round, plump buttocks. Bayonetta has black hair wrapped into a beehive-like hairdo with a bang sweeping to the right, and gray eyes with a beauty mark located at the bottom of her left cheek, close to her lips.

Her main attire is a skin-tight suit made out of her hair that has a rose design on the abdomen with long white gloves, black and gray heels, thin gold chains, three small belts strapped on each arm, and a pair of gold, cat-shaped earrings. Her signature look is made from her glasses that have the design of butterfly wings close to the lenses. Bayonetta wears an Umbran Watch over her bust that contains a red jewel thought to be the Left Eye of Darkness.

Four metal symbols are attached to her hair, three of them in the shape of the crescent moon and the other is the symbol of the Umbra Witches. Bayonetta also has a red hair ribbon wrapped around her hairdo that extends down to her legs, covered in demonic language. At the end of the game, she wears a rosemary flower in her hair. Because of her hair-based fighting techniques, Bayonetta's outfit becomes more revealing when she uses Wicked Weave techniques. Her suit's inner section remains running up the middle and back of her body and her hair drapes over her chest to cover it, but the rest of the suit and the sleeves of hair vanish and trail outwards from her head in a spiral of hair and gold chain used to summon the demonic limbs.

Bayonetta figured she should most likely be prepared, as she pulled out information containing her next opponent. “Let’s see here...her name was Tharja, I believe. Magic user huh...she might make things difficult”Bayonetta thought, smirking. The situation might have been serious, but it was still a fight after all, and she would fight it as if it was one. Even if she had to utilize seduction and hypnotism to get on top. The clock eventually rang, to signal that it was time for their match to begin. “Guess I should get going, I’ll play their little game for now. I just hope this Tharja woman is as tough as her reports said she is” Bayonetta thought to herself, as she got up to head into the arena.

Announcer: Welcome Spectators! Please give a warm welcome to our competitors for this round. On one end, we have the alluring Bayonetta, and on the other end we have the magical, and seductive Tharja!!! Now, please wait momentarily, as the roulette decides the environment for our competitors.

A roulette appears from the ground, as it began to spin through different environment selection. The roulette begins to slow down on the selection that indicates colosseum. “Well, looks like we are in for a treat today. The roulette has graced us with the Colosseum, meaning unlike our previous match, there will not be any trickery involved. The contestants will be in an open area, with little to no cover for them to hide. Let us see how well they are able to handle a straight forward ****” The announcer yelled, as a sign appeared signaling for the match to start.

Tharja rolled her eyes, summoning a purple mist around her, before flicking it away and causing it to dissipate. “Bayonetta is it? I hate to do this, but I have ****. Let’s just do this quick and painlessly” Tharja said, preparing a trick that she learned a while ago, in order to subdue her opponents. “This isn’t going to hurt, but it’s not going to feel good either” Tharja said, smirking as she shot it at Bayonetta, as it enveloped the woman before her. If they were **** in such an open area, where tricks would be difficult, then the first strike is the most crucial one.

Bayonetta smirked, “really? Is that what you got, some weak magic? Listen little one, if you think that such a silly trick is able to take me, then you have another thing comi-” Bayonetta started, but was unable to finish her sentence as her entire field of vision and being was engulfed within the magic. The darkness of the magic, wrapped the arena in a shroud of darkness. In the arena, appeared different mirrors, each with a spiral appearing on them that reflected off the other. Tharja appeared before her within the darkness, laughing evilly. “Relax, it will all be over soon. You don’t need to think, you just want to relax don’t you?” she said in an innocent and friendly voice, though her intentions couldn’t be any more mischievous. Images of spirals began to appear all around Bayonetta, as magical restraints appeared to weigh her down, and prevent her from moving. Bayonetta stared at the spiral, but merely scoffed at the notion that this would be enough to hypnotize her. She had already summoned different body parts in order to block her field of vision, and stop the spirals from penetrating her vision.

“How am I going to win this? Her hypnotic advancements aren’t powerful enough to impede my defenses, but I can’t risk moving and tipping her off that this isn’t working” Tharja thought to herself, using this golden opportunity as a chance to figure out a way she could hypnotize her opponent. But then it hit her, a new technique that just came to her. “Obedience spell….what in the world?” Bayonetta was bewildered where this type of magic came from, and why it was appearing to her now. It was as if a piece of her had just returned to her, without her knowing. “I have no idea where this type of spell is, or how I know about it...but given the circumstances, I’m not exactly in a position to question it” she said, deciding to go with the flow on this one. She just needed a way to restrain her, any form of interruption would be detrimental to the technique as new as the one she decided to use, and Tharja wasn’t going to buy that this was a really long induction for long, she had to think. She caught a glimpse of the body parts that were acting as a shield for her at the moment, and got a small smirk on her face. If she could use them to restrain her… she could make her own opportunity. However, she had to lower her defenses, otherwise she would just break them. “Hm...I have an idea, this can work...this can most definitely work” she said to herself, as she collapsed on the ground.

Tharja scoffed, “Finally, she was a hassle” she commented, pushing the limbs that Bayonetta summoned to the side, as if they were dross. She looked down at her prize, the woman once known as Bayonetta, lying **** before her. Tharja poked at her with the tip of her heel, “I guess I still need to fully hypnotize you, it doesn’t seem they’ll let me out until your bowing to me” she said, giving out a loud sigh, “More work for me I guess...oh well” she said, summoning a purple mist, and using it to prop Bayonetta up in order to awaken her. “Awake Bayonetta! Awake and pledge your undying loyalty to your true goddess!” Tharja said, using her magic to boost her control she had over Bayonetta. She watched as Bayonetta slowly rose to her knees, and put her head down as a sign of fealty. “Excellent girl, now we shall-” she started, but was interrupted by an arm coming out of nowhere to restrain her.

Bayonetta raised her head, as she began to laugh. “What a foolish girl, you actually thought that your magic had any effect on me whatsoever? It was like being tickled the entire time, the hardest part was trying not to laugh throughout it” she mocked the girl, who was now restrained before her. Tharja tried to destroy the limbs that were restraining her, but she wasted too much of her energy trying to control Bayonetta, and her arms were too close for Tharja to stop now. “You're struggling are you? Well we can’t have that, now can we? Let’s make this quick and painless...for me” she joked, as she began to use the new spell that she had just learned. Bayonetta took a deep breath, as she breathed out and a purple mist came out of her mouth, as she uttered a small word, “Obey” she said, in a sultry tone. Tharja began to shake her head, trying to dissipate the mist with her head. However, this was futile as she was **** to breathe in the mist, as it entered her body. Tharja began to feel drowsy, as the spell surged through her body. Bayonetta held her chin, “Just relax my dear Tharja, relax for me. You want to relax, don't you, because it’s great doing as you are told” she said to Tharja, as she nodded slowly in response.

Tharja began to nod to whatever Bayonetta would say to her, regardless on how crazy they would sound. “Wait..no you, can’t” Tharja protested with the last bit of her will, trying to break free from this spell that Bayonetta had tried placing her under, but all protests were soon silenced. Bayonetta placed her lips on Tharja, as she reinforced the spell on her. Tharja closed her eyes, unable to resist such bliss and obedience. After that, Tharja eyes glowed purple as it was obvious who she now served.

Announcer: And we have a winner! The winner is Bayonetta, Tharja has fallen to the advances of the lovely Bayonetta.