Eleanor Gray vs Serena Thomas - P.O.W. hentai match

[PurpleMage]

P.O.W. hentai match: Victory will be achieved by forcing an orgasm out of the rival. The loser would become the winner's p.o.w. for the night.

Another day, another dollar and what was more important another match. Serena’s career had been skyrocketing lately. With her getting used to L.A.W. and getting some wins she was starting to feel like she now completely belonged in the league and that she was a fully fledged contestant, rubbing off any kind of impostor syndrome that she could have felt before. Now the Siren felt more comfortable as ever inside a ring and the crowd and her rivals had been responding accordingly to that. At this rate she had a pretty fair amount of fans in social media and the people cheering for her from the stands increased with each match and that made her feel good, and getting to know good looking rivals in more than one sense was the cherry on top of it. In summary: Serena was having the time of her life in L.A.W.

That night promised excitement as well, thought Serena as she was finishing her preparations inside the locker room. The blonde was going to face a former wrestler returned for some more action and she was doing it in a P.O.W. match, a kind of match that was among Serena’s most liked ones for its combination of emotion and… something else. The thought of bringing her rival with her after a match gave the blonde the chills. Yes, it was going to be a good night. She hadn’t made much research on her rival since she wanted some surprise factor to it, but she was feeling confident on her skills and her prospects for the match.

Entrance attire

Finally backstage, Serena’s theme started echoing around the arena and the blonde made her appearance, strutting down the ramp with her usual attitude that made wonders on her fans who loved simping for her. Giving a couple winks and high fives made them lose their minds and Serena looked only better when doing that. Reaching the ring she would slip below the ropes and make a show of taking off her jacket to everyone’s delight. With her entrance done the only thing remaining for Serena was to rest against the corner and wait for her rival to make an appearance.

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[FreestylePoet]

Well. It had been a while since a match like this had graced Eleanor's dance card -- but that went for a lot of things these days, didn't it? One by one, the Millionaire's Row of hentai matches had been bought and paid for. Hentai submission, hentai falls with a twist. What better way to really welcome the BCLW veteran back to the ring back to the sexy squared circle than with a POW match?

There was something about running back all these classics. In 4 and a half years, the world hadn't come up with the next big thing in sexfighting. Then again, there really was no better way to mark your dominance over a girl than outfucking her and dragging her back home, was there? Oldies but goodies.

Eleanor pulled a face. Next thing she knew, her opponent was gonna say the same thing about her, because that was just her luck. "Enough thinking like you're ten years older than you are." She slapped her face as her entrance music began to kick. "Game time."

Eleanor Gray

Eleanor walked out onto the entrance ramp, shucking off her jacket while keeping eyes locked on the blonde in the ring. A pretty little number, wasn't she? Eleanor looked forward to playing her all night long. Or having some help with dinner. Whichever one she felt like in a few hours. Prepping leeks takes a long time, after all.

The erstwhile mayor slid between the ropes like it was the doorway to her apartment. She brought her lanky self over to her opponent and extended a hand, posture far too relaxed to loom properly. "Name's Eleanor," she said. "I like the leather. Zipper in front's probably more fair than my buttons, but there's something about taking your time opening up your partner's clothes, isn't there?"

[PurpleMage]

Serena rested confidently against her corner as her rival made her appearance. The blonde was always trying to make her entrances add to her wrestling character and to make an impression on the crowd and it was working as she had built a reputation around her style and demeanor. Her rival for that night, on the other hand, looked like she was giving not so much importance to this given the lanky moves with which she got inside the ring. Serena forgot about that fact when she could gaze at that woman’s body. She looked like a treat and the Siren couldn’t wait to take that woman somewhere private after she had won p.o.w. rights over her.

The Siren’s interest was piqued even more when her rival introduced herself and made some defiant remarks about their respective attires, showing some attitude the blonde really liked on a rival. “Name’s Serena. Do you think so? I think zipper has its advantages over buttons, because buttons you can slowly open, or quickly rip off with a good yank...” as she said this, Serena gave her rival a defiant look as she licked her lips. “We can always take things slow after the match, but for now let’s have a good fight.”, she accepted the handshake while saying this.

[FreestylePoet]

"Let's," Eleanor said simply. Now that she had a better look at her, Eleanor was impressed by her young opponent. Serena held herself well in the ring, and the lewd topic she'd broached didn't seem to faze the Siren one bit. Not to mention, the girl was hot as hell. Maybe they'd just order takeout back at her place instead of wasting time doing chores... As she moved to stand a respectable distance away, the bell rang. "Hope you're good at washing leeks." Letting that wry taunt hang in the air, Eleanor moved in to begin the match.

Eleanor took a moment to read whatever stance Serena dropped herself into. Then, assuming she wasn't at any immediate threat of being bullrushed, Eleanor would crouch and hold her arms out wide. She was never that big a fan of tests of strength. Early in her career, she was too small to make them effective against most experienced wrestlers. Nowadays, she was just too lanky and wiry. That wasn't to say she was weak, though. Gray just didn't want to have to contest all her opponent's weight and momentum. She wanted to depend on her form, to pit her fundamentals against her opponent's.

That was why she crouched into an athletic stance, arms out to challenge Serena to a test of strength of a different kind. It was a position more familiar to Olympic wrestlers, one that allowed each wrester's core and base to operate as they sought to gain control of the other. She flashed her opponent a sly grin. "Please tell me they still teach this one in wrestling school."

[PurpleMage]

Serena got ready for the inminent beginning of the match while listening to what her rival said. It was a weird statement about leeks that the blonde wasn’t so sure she understood, but she wasn’t going to be fazed by that. “Weirdest innuendo I have ever heard, but I’ll take it.” The blonde didn’t have much time to think about it since just instants after the bell was ringing and the match just started.

The Siren was aware of the fact that her rival was a returning veteran, so she thought that her best option would be to use her energy to overpower this woman who was surely still finding her ground after some time off the ring. To do so she was going to go in for a test of strength, but her rival surprised her by taking a different approach. Eleanor would lower her center of gravity in a pose that was reminiscent of grecho-roman wrestling, something more out of a book or an olympic competition than the show that was pro wrestling, but Serena was willing to indulge her rival. “Stop talking like you are my grandma or something and come here!”, she said by mirroring Eleanor’s stance.

[FreestylePoet]

"Grandma?" Eleanor huffed. "Shows what I get for trying to play the wizened mentor. But hey. At least you've earned this!" Eleanor shot forward, locking up with Serena in the center of the ring! This was a traditional wrestling lockup, not quite like a collar-and-elbow or test of strength. The third, yet criminally underused entry tactic as far as lockups went.

She pressed against Serena, hoping to drive her back with leverage more than strength. Eleanor was strong, and she was fit. Still, her longer frame had to be worth something. Either way, Eleanor still had a second trick up her sleeve: Distraction, for the competitive and rather willful-looking young wrestler. "Not much of a grandma now, am I?" she asked cheekily.

All the while, she would be slowly shuffling to her side. Angling herself, with ever so slight degrees of a circle centered on Serena. Once she felt she'd snuck around far enough, the hope was to suddenly pounce! Eleanor's goal was to keep one arm in her grasp, bending it like a chicken wing behind Serena as she sidled up to the blonde's back.

And once she got there -- if she got there -- she'd be ready to trail her hand up that teasingly well-made leather front.

[PurpleMage]

Serena grinned to herself when hearing her rival’s response to her teasing. She liked that woman already. Based only on her attitude Eleanor promised an exciting match, but she still had to prove it wasn’t just talk. And just talk she wasn’t. The two wrestlers met in the center of the ring on Eleanor’s conditions and they entangled in a more traditional wrestling lockup.

Given her previous experience as a pure sex wrestler, Serena wasn’t so used to orthodox wrestling in there and it showed in her smaller knowledge of moves like that one. That gave Eleanor the edge and the liberty to maneuver, making small adjustments to her position until she suddenly snapped into position, moving until she was against Serena’s back and not only that but she had managed to wring the Siren’s arm behind her, making it impossible for her to move. “Ugh, nasty trick.”, said the blonde while trying to throw an elbow at Eleanor’s ribs to force a release.

[FreestylePoet]

"You'll pick some tricks up yourself soon enough." Eleanor smirked at her opponent's annoyance, continuing to trail her hand up the front of Serena's top. Little grunts spurted from her lungs as the younger Serena peppered Eleanor with elbows. Serena was strong, and she was willing to fight for real. Even from these smaller blows, she could tell that much.

Which meant she needed to get a real advantage quickly. With Serena trapped in this chicken-wing hold, Eleanor was in great position to keep pressing. She slid her leg in front of Serena's and pushed down, hoping to faceplant her opponent into the mat with a reverse Russian legsweep!

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