Kafka "Stellaris Obscura" vs, Kara Bardford "Gunny" - Iron Woman Hentai

[LawHell]

Fighters: Kafka "Stellaris Obscura" vs, Kara Bardford "Gunny"

Match type: Iron Woman Hentai

Match Win condition: Iron Woman Hentai - Forcing the opponent into moves and knockouts to build up points before the end of the time limit, which is 60 minutes. The match will stop if the referee sees a medical issue and will call it for the safety of all the fighters.

Match unique rule add-ons: Sleeper-holds/knockouts do not count as a win condition; they will only add to the points.

The referee for the match: Referee Mills (NPC)

Ring Type: Custom Ring: A standard ring with a cage around it. The cage door will be closed for the 60 minutes of the match.

The Start:

Kara would soon step out of the rain as she entered the building. Tonight, she had a match to attend, but she wasn't entirely sure about this one. She continued to ponder this as she made her way to the locker room. She had spent the day getting ready, taking time to clean her feet and nails, ensuring they were both clean and presentable. She had also taken some time to warm up at the gym with a light workout.

Moments later, she arrived at the locker room. It was much nicer than most, with up-to-date showers and a clean environment, which she took full advantage of. She started by using the rainfall shower, honestly enjoying ten minutes alone, just standing there as the water ran down her heavily muscular tattooed body. Afterward, she washed and cleaned every part of her body. Concluding the shower, she stepped out and dried off before applying a layer of blueberry body oil, rubbing it into her skin. This gave her skin a pleasant scent and made it soft.

When that was complete, she opened her bag, where her dry-cleaned outfit sat, along with a new set of MMA-style gloves and foot-guards. She soon slipped into the skin-tight suit that seemed to fit better and be more revealing. This puzzled her until she found a note in her bag that simply read, "Enjoy the suit, SW." For a moment, she was confused, then she looked at the gloves, putting two and two together and realizing that Shego had been here and checked her gear. At this point, Kara sat down on the bench, sorted her foot guards putting them on and making sure that sat right on her bare feet, and continued to get ready brushing her hair and soon tieing it back.

As she prepared for the match, her mind raced with thoughts of her opponent and the challenges that lay ahead. The locker room offered a temporary sanctuary, a place to focus and gather her strength. The anticipation of the fight, the adrenaline building, and the knowledge that her skills would be put to the test all combined to create a sense of excitement though once more she would check her phone for the details of the match reading it before her heart raced. "wait, Iron Woman Hentai?! what?! ahh..crap.." Panic had set in for a moment before she blushed as she look through the details seeing a photo of her opponent causing a small smile, she soon would place the phone down to continue getting dressed

With each piece of her outfit she put on, she felt a growing sense of determination. The sleek, revealing suit not only provided mobility but also an aura of confidence. Kara knew that the audience would be watching as she would now take a few minutes to ready her self as she sat there waited to be called.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

For Kafka, the arrival of a rather tatty letter through her mailbox was not exactly the way she had expected her debut for LAW to arrive. She huffed as she got out of her comfortable chair to look at what the letter had in store. To her surprise, it was a match that was rather up her alley, a hentai match based on how much both her and her opponent can deal and take, with neither able to escape. Sounded like a date to her.

Unfortunately though, she had no clue who this "Kara" girl was, she could be anything at all. A savage fighter out for blood and to be even more dominating than Kafka could ever be, a mistress of seductress that could be a tough match for even her sexy looks to match up to. These thoughts did give the purplette food for thought.

But Kafka was a woman of no fear. Even if the fight was tough, she would partake in it. She headed off to the location of the fight without delay, making sure to pack her clothes so that she could change in the locker room. A swift 10 minute drive in her flashy purple car later, and she had arrived at what was a semi decent arena for her debut.

As she entered the building, she was quickly directed to the locker room, located deep in the bowels of the place. Once there, she was left to her own devices. But as she arrived, she could immediately hear noises at the other side of the room.

Sneakily, she took a peek around the corner, and there she saw a purple haired girl wearing very little clothing. Kafka immediately realized that this must be her opponent, and though she looked muscular, she also seemed, somewhat nervous. This gave the Stellaris Obscura food for thought.

She quickly turned back to avoid being spotted, hastily but quietly putting her attire on to prevent her opponent from being alerted. Thankfully, the noise in the arena was enough so that the noise she did make was masked.

Once she saw Kara walk up to the door and wait for her name to be announced, Kafka struck. She walked behind the pinkette, leaning down so that her mouth was next to Kara's right ear, before saying quietly to her...

"Hello there cutie, are you ready for this?"

Once she said that, she walked alongside her and gave her a minxy wink and a wave, showing her presence to her opponent, starting the mind gates before they had even reached the ring.

Wrestling Attire

[LawHell]

Not knowing that her opponent had arrived, let alone changed, while remaining unnoticed, the former marine sat there, oblivious to Kafka's presence. However, that calm was soon shattered when the woman jumped up, looking ready to swing, not in a fight, but in a marine-like fashion. Thanks to her training, she quickly recognized who it was and relaxed a bit. "For heaven's sake, woman, don't do that!" she exclaimed, not out of anger but more from embarrassment. However, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the woman in front of her, looking her up and down, as she couldn't believe who her opponent was.

Kara looked momentarily confused before speaking up, "Umm, where are your gloves and foot guards?" She took another moment to appreciate the view of her opponent as they both stood there, awaiting the moment when their names would be called, signaling the start of the match. The tension in the air was palpable, and they were about to step into the spotlight, ready to showcase their skills in the arena.

In the back of her mind, Kara couldn't help but acknowledge that Kafka had the potential to quickly subdue her if she desired. The thought that she could be choked out on the floor without even seeing it coming lingered. It was a clear sign to Kara that this woman was not only fast but also possessed an inherent grace. She knew that she couldn't underestimate her opponent.

Kara had no illusions about the differences between them. While she had the advantage of strength and endurance, she was also heavier and slower. In a match like this, Kafka's speed and technique could prove to be a significant advantage. Additionally, the mental warfare that Kafka seemed to excel in was another challenge for the marine. The anticipation and tension before the match were growing, and Kara knew she would have to rely on her own strengths and strategies to face this formidable opponent.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

The look on her opponents face was a sight to behold. Kafka's jump start in the mental war had been successful, and the pinkette had been thoroughly shocked by her arrival. She let out a slight chuckle as her opponent tried to regain her composure, though she looked like a right buffoon for a second. "Oh dear, fighting isn't all about the body, surely you know this. A strong will and a quick wit would do you a world of good" Kafka replied, getting back into a standing position.

Despite already having a good look at her opponent from afar, Kafka thought it prudent to get a good look from up close, and she was a good specimen, even if the important parts were currently not exposed.

"Foot guards? Gloves? What do you think this is, a Taekwondo match? Goodness heavens no. Is this your first time getting into such a match?" Kafka questioned, wondering why in the heavens would she need such protection if they were having a more erotic bout.

As their names had not yet been called out, much to the curiosity of the purplette, she decided to turn more formal to her opponent. "Well, if you are not aware, my name is Kafka. More commonly known as Stellaris Obscura. And tonight, you are going to be completely controlled by me. Unless, of course, you think you can outdo me?" She said in a taunting, yet equally seductive way, another way Kafka liked to mentally weaken her opponents.

Kafka could see that her opponent had some good muscle mass, but she was confident that, provided her agility could get her out of tight spots, she could easily overwhelm and control the match from start to finish. It all depended on how agile and fast thinking her opponent was.

[LawHell]

Kara watched and listened to Kafka's comments, her jaw almost dropping at the unexpected conversation. The mention of gloves and guards left her caught off guard, and she was momentarily flustered. "But we are fighting, right?" she asked, her tone a mix of confusion and curiosity. She stood there, momentarily unsure of how to respond before unintentionally letting out a somewhat awkward comment, "They look kind of hot on you... I mean, um, never mind."

Quickly realizing her blunder, Kara puffed up her chest, attempting to move on from the unexpected compliment. She decided to tackle some of the other comments Kafka had made towards her. "I'm Kara. I may be new to this style of combat, but I can last, woman," she declared with a confidence that was a hallmark of her military background. She flexed her bicep to emphasize her strong, muscular build, a testament to her years of rigorous training and discipline.

Before long, their names were called, and the moment of truth arrived. Kara turned her attention back to Kafka, who she was now realizing was her formidable opponent. "Don't cry when I beat that ass of yours," she quipped, trying to maintain her confidence as she made her way down the ramp toward the ring.

As Kara approached the ring, her focus was solely on the impending match, and she didn't notice the subtle changes that had been made to the ring setup. The anticipation was building, and the spotlight was waiting for them both in the center of the arena. The audience's energy and excitement were palpable, and Kara was ready to prove herself in this new style of combat. Little did she know that this match would push her to her limits in more ways than one.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

The reactions of this girl were priceless, Kafka thought. She felt like she had already wormed her way into her opponents mind and caused some doubt before they had even seen the ring. "Oh yes, we are, but I dont think you'll be needing those." The purplette remarked as she put her finger on the pinkettes chin as she mentioned how they would be hot on her. "Heh, maybe they would, but I think I would prefer this outfit. Suits me better, no?"

Again, Kara looked to be unnerved by Kafka, especially as she struggled to regain composure from Kafka's psychological attacks. Kafka listened as the pinkette introduces herself, before flexing to Kafka. She looked at the abs of her opponent, before flexing in turn, showing the military woman that she too had muscle mass that was not insignificant in the slightest. "If you think muscle is going to break me, you have another thing coming dear. You'd do better thinking of other ways to defeat me, lest I run rings around you, and make you mine"

Kafka soon heard their names being called, with Kara's name being called first. She heard the quip that Kara made before she headed out, making Kafka feel like she was going to enjoy breaking the girl even more than before. Soon enough, Kafka was called out too, to the middling response from the crowd. She wasn't expecting the biggest response to her presence, as she was just a newbie fighter. But that didn't deter her from strutting her stuff, blowing kisses and giving an autograph or two, before heading to the cage.

Kafka was let into the cage via an official, and after adjusting her gear and doing a few preliminary exercises, she headed in, walking to the far corner of the cage. She saw Kara in the opposite corner as the cage closed and locked, making it impossible for the pair to leave for the next hour.

[LawHell]

Kara continued to listen and watch Kafka carefully, her eyes locked onto her opponent. As Kafka explained somewhat of her plan, there was a slight frown on Kara's face. However, she didn't move or swat Kafka's hand away as it rested on her chin. Kara saw this interaction as an intriguing insight into the tactics and mindset of her opponent, and it only fueled her determination.

As Kara's name was called, she felt a surge of adrenaline and determination. With unwavering confidence, she marched down the ramp toward the imposing steel cage. The audience roared in anticipation, the atmosphere electric with excitement. She slipped under the ropes and entered the ring, her military training evident in her posture and presence.

Standing across from Kafka, Kara couldn't help but notice that she had left her gloves behind in the locker room. It was a calculated decision, and she was ready to demonstrate that she didn't need them. She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders, a final display of readiness. Her focus was unwavering, and she was locked onto her opponent, waiting for the match to begin.

"So, what, you want me to just leave them here?" Kara asked, pushing Kafka's finger away from her face. Her expression was a mix of determination and confidence, a sign that she was here to fight. She couldn't help but hear the remark about her muscles, which caused her to emit a small, confident chuckle. "Well, we'll find out, won't we?" the marine commented, her eyes assessing Kafka's impressive physique.

The arena was alive with energy as the audience eagerly awaited the clash of these two formidable fighters. The anticipation was palpable, and the spotlight was squarely on the ring, where Kara and Kafka would soon engage in a battle of strength, speed, and strategy. The moments before the first move were filled with a charged atmosphere, and the combatants were prepared to prove their mettle.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

The more the two of them teased each other, the happier Kafka became. She hated fighting weak willed opponents, and she was concerned initially that her opponent was one such weak opponent. Thankfully, Kara came back as they entered the cage, meaning that Kafka could fight with everything she had, with no regrets. As the two entered the cage, the crowd roared as the two women prepared to engage in a fight that would test their physical, mental, and sexual selves to their limits.

Kafka soon finished her stretching routine, so she then proceeded to adjust her outfit and wiggle her toes, before adjusting her legwarmers too. With the bell not being rung yet, she moved up to the center of the ring, wondering if Kara would do a face to face with her. If she did, she would press her nose against her opponent's, grinning.

"Okay, so of course, the whole point of me being here with you is to give these guys their money's worth. But I am also here to win. And I will do just that. I hope you are ready for the best hours of your life. I just hope you can take my offenses" Kafka taunted, wondering if, and indeed how she would do so.

[LawHell]

Kara's focus remained unwavering as she watched every movement of Kafka. The sounds of the fans around them faded into the background as the muscular woman began to warm herself up with stretches and joint popping, preparing herself for the impending combat. Her eyes tracked Kafka's every move, from her wiggling toes up to her legs and beyond, appreciating the moment before her mind snapped back to the task at hand.

Kara muttered to herself, mentally psyching herself up, and then she headed to the center of the ring, ready to meet Kafka's challenge. The two formidable fighters stood face to face, the tension between them palpable.

"So confident, wanna make this interesting with a side bet, Kafka?" Kara asked, her muscular body pressing against Kafka's as they squared off. The heat in the arena was building, and the audience eagerly awaited the opening moves of this intense confrontation. The idea of a side bet added an extra layer of excitement to an already charged atmosphere as they were on the cusp of a fierce battle.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka was proud of her opponent when Kara came up to her and pressed her abs against Kafka's, a mini battle quickly emerging as their torsos rubbed and bulged together. Kafka quickly got her right leg and hooked it around her opponent, making sure she could not escape and looked into Kara's eyes with a smile that the Cheshire Cat would be proud of.

"Ooh, aren't you a brave little one? Got enough confidence to up the antenna even more, have we?" Kafka taunted as she once again put a finger on her opponents chin, while booping their noses together again. "Go on then, what have you got in mind?" Kafka said, wondering what the pinkette had dreamed up.