L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Hentai submision
Victory condition: Submision to a sexual manouver

Kaori sat in the locker room waiting for whoever happened to have a match before her to finish hyping the crowd up for the real event of the night. If she learned anything in her short time in LAW was that the vast majority of this so-called talent was the very opposite of the word. Mediocrity it seems was enough to satisfy the audience, shows of brute strength and holds so botched they couldn't possibly do any real damage but looked like they could. It was outstanding how many different ways those dullards found to mess up a simple armbar but for as much as it was an insult to the art, it was the perfect landscape for someone who actually knew what they were doing to paint their bloody picture. Even if today, it would be the least likely thing to spill.

Finally, a member of the staff entered the locker room but before they even could tell Kaori it was her turn, she already pushed them out into the corridor, making the poor sap fall into a pile of boxes before continuing to the stage. There, she'd stretch for a brief moment, letting the announcer prattle on about the upcoming "contest" before her music started to build.

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Kaori

She'd let it go for a few seconds before making her entrance, stopping in the middle of the stage for a moment, hand on hip as she surveyed the arena, giving a distinct impression of looking down at all that stretched before her. She'd then throw her hair back before proceeding to go down the ram, climbing the apron and slowly sliding between the ropes, giving a dismissive wave to the audience before getting into her corner, resting her back against it and with half-lidded eyes awaiting her victim for this night.

"I just...want you to know Natsuki, you know..."

God, Yuri—why are you still here? Natsuki was probably less than a minute away from charging onstage. Monika had delivered her little pep talk, Sayori had hugged her, and they'd both scampered off to their seats. Whatever. Natsuki tried her best to ignore the little raincloud as she hopped and shadow-boxed in the backstage shade.

"If things do go...poorly. You can absolutely rely on me to be there."

"Things are gonna go fucking great, Yuri." Natsuki snapped. Pow, pow! She smacked the air with a one-two combo.

"I'm just saying, if you need me to interfere, at any point..."

Natsuki almost tripped over her own feet as she flinched mid-hop. "...Eh—The fuck? What?" She pivoted on her heel to face Yuri. "What?"

Yuri, of course, turned beet red. Coward. Can't even stick to shit she said five seconds ago. "I-I know how Monika feels about cheating, of course! And I agree that ethically, it's not...um...Normally good to contravene the explicit rules. But I think within the culture of LAW, um, it's somewhat expected that..."

"Yeah I don't give a shit about any of that." Natsuki ran both hands through her hair, cracking a grin as she leaned back against the wall. Geez, Yuri. "Point is, I don't need your...I dunno. Whatever this is you're trying to do." She thrust her thumb at her chin. Jut out her jaw. Cracked a snaggletooth grin. "I'm gonna kick butt just fine on my own. Now why don't you trot off to your seat and watch me, Yuri. You guys are gonna be taking notes on this match for a long time, and I don't want you missing a single move."

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Let's Go Ladybaby Let's Gooooo!

Little girls with a loud voice made for a perfect entrance theme for Natsui. She rushed through the curtains and into the limelight while Emily Arima's growling vocals rumbled through the arena.

Natsuki had gone all-out for her outfit: A pink skirt covered in sequins that glittered and bounced, white socks up to her knees, pink converse shoes, a vest around her shoulders to match the skirt. All of it custom-fitted to her...unusually petite body. Tight and stylish, closer to a K-pop star than a professional wrestler. But that, she knew, would just put her opponent off her game! Make her underestimate the tiger coming for them.

She hopped into her corner.

"Yo yo yoooo!" She waved both hands to the crowd. They were lively today! "What's uuuuup TOKYOOOOOO!"

Kaori patiently waited as her opponent made her entrance, all sparkles and glitter bot that Kaori nececirly expected much else but she kept watching, seeing how the girl walked, how her weight shifted and as she kept adding the puzzle together, her smile grew. Oh, she would be eating well this evening and she could already imagine how the crowd would react to seeing that cute girl get plucked apart, piece by piece, yes, this would make for quite a show. She couldn't help but run ther tongue across her lips and chuckle a bit as her opponent greeted the audience.

A few seconds later when the cheers died down a little, she would step forward, stepping into the middle of the ring, one head on her hip, the other hanging loose to her side in a very nonchalant pose. "Natsuki, right? You sure you're ready for it?" She said, her smug smile now turning into almost a devious grin as she scanned the woman head to toe. "Now is the last chance to leave here with your dignity." She continued, trying to see if she could get a rise out of her opponent already, waiting to see her reaction before she'd step back to her corner, ready to begin.

"Hah!" Natsuki threw back her head and laughed. Hands on her hips. She smirked. "You're asking if I'm ready for you? Hot damn, is that your attempt at what, psyching me out? Girl, I've heard people in this joint unload whole frickin' diss tracks for their matches."

"Mmmm, that's true!" Yuri called from the seats. "It was um. Directed at me."

"Yeaaaah...Anyway. Heh." Natsuki's eyes slid from Yuri but to Kaori. Big dark muscle-head it looked like. Natsuki brushed an imaginary bit of dust off her arm and grinned with both her fangs out and her eyes lidded. "What I'm saying is UP. YOUR. GAME. GIRL. Or you're gonna go down faster than my morning cereal. And you know, you won't even be half as sweet as those froot loops!"

Did that make sense?

She wasn't sure that made sense.

Who cares! She sniffed, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and kept grinning. "...Whatever. What I'm really saying is—RING THE FREAKING BELL REF!!!"

Kaori smirked at the gusto with which she was met, oh, breaking that brat would be delightful, and she didn't even know what was in store for her. "I'm not trying to psyche you out in the slightest, I'm just making sure you're ready for your fate here." She said with a wide smile, only a slight hint of malice in her eyes " But if you are, well, seems I'll be eating well tonight and I sure hope YOU taste sweet." She added from her corner, raising her hand from her hip and clicking her fingers as if in perfect synch with the bell.

"Ding!"

"I am nothing if not merciful..." She said, walking forward, hips swaying, arms spread wide, a blatant lie she was not even trying to hide. "You get one free shot, don't waste it, darling~" She finished, stepping into the centre, positively oozing confidence as she awaited whatever her opponent thought would pass for a good offence.

"Ugh..." Natsuki put her hands on one knee, leaning over as she glared at Kaori. These dumbass people sure loved to let her take the first strike. Yeah, because they always had some nasty spin up their sleeve.

But you know what? She'd win anyway. She'd punch right through whatever trap this asshole had planned! She smacked her thighs, clapped her hands, clapped her cheeks—first the left, then the right. "Hoorah!" And her fists came out in front of her as she shifted her balance. Left, right—and then charge!

She raced across the ring, lifted her fist, and — "NYAAAAAAAH!" — screaming all the while, threw everything behind a Parfait Surprise Punch right at Kaori's gut!

Kaori looked with a fair bit of amusement as her opponent seemed to hype herself up a bit before she took the offer she was given. Truth be told, it was quite a task not to fall over laughing as she saw what Natsuki thought would pass for a punch, one would think a good running start would impart a lot of momentum but nothing could save the poor form.

Kaori would simply stand in place, tense her core and honour her promise, taking the punch straight on and nearly budging as she looked down at the girl. "Is that all?" She asked, not even trying to hide her amusement before taking half a step back to get into a proper stance. "Let me demonstrate..." She'd add before letting her right rip through the air and slam amack in the middle of her opponent's core!

Natsuki's knuckles slammed into hot, hard flesh. "Nnng—!" And crumpled against a steel wall. "...geez—" Her face pinkened. Was that all? Was that all? She grit her teeth. Hell nah that was all! She'd—

"BLECK!—"

Take a massive hammer to her tiny pink gut! Her toes lept off the ground. Her spine lifted her tailbone, which lifted her hips, like some demon had grabbed her belt and yanked her up! Spittle flew from between her teeth. Some rolled down her chin, some splattered the ground, and some got on Kaori's legs.

She heard the whole crowd groan, like a house sagging, except of course for that one hysterical scream. "Oh no NATSUKI!!"

Ugh. Sayori.

When her feet hit the mat, Natsuki wobbled on her heels. She bent over, clutching her gut. Don't fall over, don't fall over, don't—

She sank to her knees. And as she did, her face turned beet red.

"Frickin'...craaaaaap..."

Natsuki must have weighed around 100 pounds, Kaori figured as the girl's body wrapped around her fist and was lifted up for a spell, punching with enough force to lift the girl was certainly a pleasant feeling even if it would not beat any world records... that would require a bigger target. Still, the audience reaction was music to Kaori's ears and the scream from one of the women in the audience was a cherry on top. And so Kaori would grab her fallen foe's head, bring her to look up and ask [color]"Are they your friends?"[/color] She'd ask pointing at them though she was already sure of the answer,

Grinning to the group of girls cheering for her victim Kaori would smile, let go of Natsuki's hair and bring her leg up to then push it right on the pinket's face to make her fall back and step on the girl's skull, leaning down. "You seriously brought your friends to watch as you get fucked until you can't take any more? That's hilarious, how are you gonna look them in the eyes after I'm through with you?" She asked, her smile now showing her sadism for all the world to see "Or, should one of them be taking notes?"

Her face slammed into the mat. The boot pressed into her skull. She was pinned like a god damn painting.

"U-um Natsuki!"

Oh God. She could hear it. The advice coming on. No no no. Natsuki flailed. Her cheek was flat against the mat—pressed hard enough that if it were a glass pane, someone on the other side would be able to see her teeth shoved against the glass. She gurgled and spat. Her legs scissored. Fuckers!

"You know, it is teeechnically not against the rules to submit early!"

"Oh! Really, I-I-I thought..." Natsuki could almost hear Sayori's eyes narrow. Worried. Confused. "I thought it had be to like...sexual before she could..."

"I mean, this...basically sexual...I-I mean she looks...exploited I guess?"

Jesus fuck how did their voices pierce the crowd. How?

"Girls!— That's not..." And theeeeeere was Monika. Jumping in too late as usual.

"Shut...UUUUUP!" The bellow came from her belly! Her tiny, flailing belly! And it cracked in her throat! She tasted rubber from Kaori's boot as it ground into her cheek, but that only made her claw harder at Kaori's leg. "Shut it. SHUT IT. SHUT IT!!"