The Sweetest Song - Ayumi Tanaka vs Hana Song [Bedroom Match]

[Parker]

Match Type: Bedroom Match, Best of 3 Falls
Additional Stipulations: Participants must wear lingerie.
Victory Conditions: Pinfall or submission, which must take place on the master bed.

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The lavish bedroom set breathed decadence. Dim lamps drenched the space in dark reds and smoky purples, the satin sheets on the centerpiece bed glowing faintly under the glow. Shadows clung to the heavy curtains, framing the scene as though the audience was peering into a forbidden boudoir rather than a wrestling match.

made the room hers the moment she stepped in. Bare feet silent on the carpet, she moved with a feline sway, black lace lingerie sculpting every contour of her frame in a way that teased rather than concealed. She let her fingertips glide slowly along the dresser’s polished edge, nails tracing faint scratches into the finish, before dragging them up her own hip with a languid stroke. Every movement was deliberate, a performance for the dim light, for the eyes she knew were watching.

“Another bedroom match…” her voice was a low purr, amusement laced through every syllable. She tilted her head, a curtain of pink and lavender hair falling across one shoulder, lips curving into that knowing, sultry smirk. “I feel as though I am being typecast now..”

She gave a soft, smoky chuckle and made her way to the bed, perching at the edge before lowering herself onto the satin sheets in one long, fluid motion. Her legs extended, toes pointed as she reclined, arching just enough to make her curves sing in the half-light. Resting back on her elbows, she let her head tilt with lazy confidence, eyes half-lidded as though she were already bored, already in control, waiting for entertainment to come to her.

“That’s fine by me,” she murmured, rolling one shoulder back, the lace stretching just so across her chest. “Perhaps management is on to something…”

One long leg crossed over the other, her bare toes flexing idly in the air as her gaze locked on the door with sharp, playful expectation. She hadn’t researched her opponent, not a highlight reel, not a scrap of footage, just a name. Hana Song. A lovely name to be certain. Ayumi wanted the surprise. She wanted the raw impression, the thrill of discovery.

So she waited, draped across the bed like a queen in lingerie, her body language radiating unshakable confidence and deliberate allure, daring Hana to come in and play on her stage.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

The streamer's career in LAW had been mixed but ultimately beneficial for her, both in her popularity and her skills as a wrestler. Granted, she still had not been allowed to leave the Young Lioness program, but even if she was given the offer, she would have hastily declined it. She knew that she would need a lot more experience before she could reasonably go toe to toe with the best that LAW had to offer, but when she was given a match local to her, and against a relative newcomer who they said "Would give her a good test of what was to come", she could hardly pass it up. The rules were simple. Best of 3 falls in lingerie, on her own master bedroom. She agreed and set out to the hotel in question, a 5 minute walk from her own complex, and once she got there, she quickly got into her attire, a set of light pink bra and panties.

Usually these sorts of matches had lewd elements, or were catfights, but she was assured that this time, it was little more than a mat wrestling match, but on a bed rather than a mat, which was new, but not completely alien to her, as she had done Greco Roman wrestling in dark matches against other YLs. The only differences now was the different location, and a stronger opponent. Once she had gotten changed, she quickly moved her way to the room, a 3rd story room with pretty lavish exterior, which was guarded by a beefy woman who would likely have beaten Hana to a pulp if she ticked her off. Thankfully, she looked at her once, before looking at her notes, before silently nodding and stepping aside. Once the bouncer was away, Hana walked in, to be greeted by the luscious woman beyond.

Ayumi was certainly a looker and most people at this point would have been forgiven for thinking they were about to get lewd with each other. But that was not the case. Hana smiled and waved, before walking up to her scantily clad opponent, who seemed to be trying to unnerve her by being as sexy as possible. "Hana Song is my name, and I suppose you'll be my opponent for the night?" She said, reaching a hand down for an honourable handshake, not knowing if her opponent would agree to it or not. Regardless of if she did or not, after this exchange, Hana would then move to the other side of the large bed, before hopping on and kneeling it, before adjusting her attire and stretching a little before they begun.

[Parker]

Ayumi shifted from her lounging posture with an ease that suggested comfort rather than performance, stretching her arms behind her as she swung her long legs over the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight as she sat upright, offering Hana a look that was half-amused, half-curious.

When the streamer extended her hand, Ayumi met it without hesitation, her own hand warm and assured, her grip firm enough to speak of quiet confidence. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she gave a slight nod.

"Ayumi Tanaka," she said simply, voice carrying a low, pleasant rhythm. "I think this will be a fun night for us both."

Her fingers lingered just a moment longer before she let Hana go, eyes following the younger woman as she padded across the room to the other side of the bed. Ayumi tilted her head, lavender and neon pink hair slipping forward to curtain one cheek, watching how Hana adjusted herself.

With a smooth shift, Ayumi pressed her palms against the mattress and she rose gradually onto her knees, posture tall but unhurried, before rocking back to seat herself on her legs. Resting her hands lightly across her thighs, she regarded Hana with an inviting steadiness.

"You’re ready then?" Ayumi asked, voice calm but carrying a playful curiosity. "Or did you need a moment?" She watched the other girl curiously, looking for any signs of nerves or timidness. Thus far Hana appeared to not only be polite and professional, but very well put together. It did make her wonder who this woman was past these sheets. She might have to pry that information from her lips during the match if they didn’t have a moment to chat.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Not long after the two women had met, they were now face to face on the bed, about to begin. After her few stretches and a quick adjust of her hair, she smiled and nodded to her opponent. She was ready now, and though her opponent certainly seemed tough, her experience being a gamer and a streamer made her all the more cool under pressure. Not that she felt like she was under pressure, but she could be very composed, like she was now. She straightened her back up and shuffled forwards a little bit, before waiting for the bell to chime.

Once the bell chimed, the match was on, and Hana made the first move, raising both of her hands and offering a test of strength. In what little matches she had done here, all of them had this at the very start, so she assumed Ayumi would be the same, so she spread her fingers wide and wondered if she would accept. If she did, she would do her best to try to force as much energy as she could out of her opponent, while not expending much herself. She would then try and curve her body to the right to try and swing her opponent's body around onto her back, leaving her opponent open for further pressure. She was not going to squander this opportunity to look good for the rest of LAW.

[Parker]

Ayumi tilted her head as Hana raised her hands, the smallest of smirks curling at the corner of her lips. There was a certain earnestness in the girl’s challenge that she found almost charming. With a languid sway of her hips she drifted closer, lifting her hands to meet Hana’s, long fingers sliding in between the younger woman’s until they laced together in a snug intertwine. Her palms pressed firm, not with brute force, but with the steady weight of her body leaning forward, the line of her frame stretching tall so Hana could feel every inch of her presence.

She let her height do the speaking, rolling her shoulders back as her chest brushed faintly forward in the contest, testing how much Hana could truly hold without Ayumi even flexing. Her smile never wavered, lashes low as if she was savoring the play more than straining against it.

Then Hana’s tug came, quick, sharp, and Ayumi allowed it, her body folding down toward the bed with almost theatrical ease. The soft give of the sheets caught her, her thighs widening just slightly as she sprawled across the mattress, a picture of feigned vulnerability. For a heartbeat she looked caught, lips parted, eyes glittering with mock surprise.

But the illusion snapped the moment her fingers tightened around Hana’s, nails grazing lightly against the back of her hand as Ayumi gave a sudden pull of her own, trying to draw the girl down with her. Her legs coiled like spring-loaded traps, thick thighs sliding up along Hana’s hips as they tried to snap shut around her waist. The playful smirk returned, sharper now, as she angled her body to lock in the scissor hold, an embrace that promised to squeeze the fight right out of her opponent while keeping her deliciously close.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

When Hana somehow had managed to turn Ayumi over, despite the difference in height, she could tell Ayumi was holding back for whatever reason. She didn't even put her full strength in it and yet, she fell over amenably, as if faking it. She was confused, but decided not to question i t for the time being. She got on top of Ayumi with the intentions of locking in a grapevine pin and sapping Ayumi's strength, but Ayumi clearly had other ideas.

Next thing the gamer knew, Ayumi was attempting to swing her legs around Hana's body to lock in a bodyscissor, and Ayumi's legs looked powerful. If her torso were to get locked into a vice grip of those, it would not end well for Hana. To counter this, she would use her leg to block Ayumi's in an attempt to interrupt them, before hopefully pinning them to the soft sheets below, though that would be quite the task, given how strong Ayumi seemed to be. If Ayumi was being serious from now on, then Hana would have the deficit here.

To stop Ayumi getting a hold of her properly if she did fail to block Ayumi's legs, Hana arched her back upwards to make it as difficult as possible for Ayumi to get her legs around her. In the meantime, her fingers gripped tighter, moreso to show Ayumi how serious she was taking this fight more than anything else.

[Parker]

Ayumi lay beneath Hana with enviable calm, her expression a lazy smile that never faltered even as the younger woman pressed her hands to the sheets. She didn’t resist; instead, her grip stayed firm, fingers laced with Hana’s as she stretched her arms wide across the mattress to either side of her along the sheets. The position gave Hana every ounce of leverage to pin her down, but it also drew the girl’s body irresistibly closer, forcing her into the warmth of Ayumi’s curves.

Her chest rose and fell beneath Hana’s, unbothered, as her legs shifted in subtle, serpentine flexes. She rolled her hips just enough to glide her thighs free of Hana’s attempts to trap them, her movements smooth, deliberate, and patient. Each shift was like silk sliding against skin—never frantic, always searching for the perfect angle.

Beneath the gamer’s earnest grip, Ayumi tilted her head, breath brushing warm across Hana’s cheek as she whispered with quiet amusement.

“So wily… but you can’t avoid me forever, dear.”

As she spoke, her legs coiled once more, muscles tightening as she sought to slip around Hana’s waist again, to cinch her in the soft vice of her thighs. From below, she didn’t look caught at all, she looked like a predator simply waiting for her moment to strike.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Hana was sure at this point she was getting into some form of trap here, due to howw easily Ayumi was able to evade all of her attempts to pin her but then also not try to fight back. Hana continued to fight against Ayumi's skilled legs, before eventually deciding to move off Ayumi altogether, breaking the fingerlock and allowing Ayumi to stand up if need be. She was too smart to realise that Ayumi was just going to let her do this all day, and she felt like she wasn't going to outlast Ayumi this way either. She needed another plan, and she had just the idea.

She shuffled away and got back into a starting position once again, waiting for Ayumi to make her move. Her next plan was simple, try to counter Ayumi in any way possible, hoping that Ayumi makes an obvious and not intentional mistake that could cost her.

"Maybe not. Maybe I won't even beat you. But I will sure as heck try" Hana said confidently but truthfully. At this point, she wasn't entirely convinced she could beat Ayumi, she seemed too strong and too witty for her, no matter what she tried. but she had to at least give herself a good account, and burst of domination like that would surely boost that.

[Parker]

Ayumi’s grip tightened when Hana first tried to peel away, her fingers locking down with a few sharp, playful tugs that reeled the girl back in toward her chest. Her lashes lowered as she gazed up from beneath them, voice dropping into a husky purr.

“Now, now… where are you going? We’re having such a moment.”

Hana’s resolve carried her through, slipping free despite Ayumi’s teasing resistance. The veteran let her go with an airy giggle, collapsing back onto the sheets in a decadent sprawl. For a beat she lay there, stretching out languidly, before rolling to her stomach in a fluid twist of her hips. She rose slowly onto her hands and knees, arching her back in a languid curve before starting her prowl.

Her crawl was deliberate, sensual even, each shift of her body accentuating the sway of her hips and the ripple of toned thighs beneath satin. She circled Hana from a distance, eyes gleaming with mischief, savoring how the younger woman braced herself, unwilling to commit but unwilling to retreat. The tension between them was a thread Ayumi knew exactly how to pluck.

When she finally drew near, one elegant hand swept low, fingertips dragging across the bedding like a lover’s touch. Then her claws showed, fingers curling tight into the sheets before she yanked hard, ripping the fabric out from underneath Hana, trying to make her stumble from across the bed. Ayumi hoisted the sheet high, the linens billowed and snapped like a conjured spell, before she tossed them out at her opponent, cascading over Hana in a shimmering veil. Blinded, perhaps tangled, the cloth would fall over the gamer like a fishing net to wrap her in unexpected disarray.

Ayumi struck the instant the cover fell, gliding in with a predator’s speed, arms flashing wide beneath the curtain of fabric.

“Welcome back, Ms. Song!”

Her voice was silken satisfaction as her arms went wide before snapping in, attempting to gather up Hana inside those sheets into a crushingly fierce bear hug.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Hana thought she had an idea when she decided to work on counterplaying Ayumi to get the better of her, so when her opponent got up and looked like she was going to strike, Hana prepared herself for anything, That was however, until Ayumi took the sheet from underneath her, having the desired effect, making Hana stumble a little. before coming around to see Ayumi holding the sheet in her hands. Before Hana could react, the sheet was over her, leaving her in darkness. She tried to pull the sheet off of her, but she had difficulty finding the place she needed to go.

This time was all Ayumi needed to launch her next attack, diving at the stunned Hana and giving her a tough bearhug underneath the sheet. This made Hana groan loudly, as Ayumi seemed to be a powerful bearhugger. It did not help matters that, due to the lack of protection they were wearing, the skin contact also served to make Hana a little bit heated. She was unsure if this contact was arousing Ayumi, but she did not care. What mattered was the fact that Ayumi had her in a tight spot, and she had to get free.

In a dire situation, Hana resorted to what little strength she had, throwing punch after punch into Ayumi's head and arms in an attempt to weak her just enough for her to squirm free and get the sheet off of them so she could have vision once more. All the while, Hana's pink toes curled from the pain she was having to endure, and her scrunched face was a clear sign of her anguish.