L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submissions, or knockout, but only after getting an orgasm out of your opponent.

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Ryumou Nanakase had been looking forward to this for years. Years

…okay, maybe it has only been a month or two. A few weeks. But it felt like years since she’d joined the Katakura Kiss Club’s hallowed ranks. It had started simply enough, with a frew friends inviting her to see some LAW matches at a house show. She hadn't been a big fan of wrestling at the time - and still wasn’t, if she were honest - she figured it might be a fun way to pass a Saturday night, she didn’t have anything better to do, so along she came.

And that's where she first saw Freezer Katakura. Right away, she could tell this woman was different from the other pro wrestlers, could see it in the way she moved and carried herself, the way she came down to the ring, the haunting look in her eyes. There was something ethereal about her, and while Ryumou was at a loss to quantify it, she knew she needed to be near it.

And so, she joined the Katakura Kiss Club. An elite group of LAW fans, with one purpose - to cheer Freezer on, in the hope that, one day, she might honor them with a kiss.

Today, Ryumou knew it was going to be her day. As usual, she and the other members of the Kiss Club had sectioned off their area of the ringside seats and were vehemently defending it from outside interference when their idol made her appearance. She came strolling out from the curtain as her

played, bathed in an ethereal blue glow. All the girls around her squealed at the sight of her, like always, but Ryumou kept her calm, standing poised and focused. She needed to be as cool as her mentor to catch her, had to stand otu from the throngs.

That task became harder and harder with each step Freezer took towards them, as her heart continued to skip beats, threatening to palpitate its way right out of her chest. Ryumou stayed poised as she approached, stood tall, waited, and…

She passed her by.

She sagged all at once, deflated, as if the air had been sucked clean out of her. The chance for a kiss had passed her by. What had she done wrong? Her hair had been done to immaculate perfection, her eyes, were shimmering and she was wearing nothing but Freezer-approved merchandise. A Freezer shirt, Freezer pants with the snowflake prints on them, even Freezer’s patented makeup line…her shoes. The shoes themselves were blue and white variety that Freezer endorsed, but her laces were sold out, and Ryumou had to settle for a store brand. Damn it! She should’ve gotten to the website earlier and secured her order. Now all she could do was wait for the next match, and hope her time came…

Forgotten and forlorn, she turned towards her idol and found her lips waiting for, as Freezer came back and graced her with a heavenly kiss. Time froze. The audience disappeared. There was no sight, no sound, no arena. The universe melted away, and for a brilliant instant, it was only the two of them. A chill ran through Ryumou’s body, as if the heat was fleeing her veins, and she sighed while Freezer slipped along her own, touching and tasting and teasing her.

It was everything she could’ve dreamed of and so much more. As Freezer parted from her, Ryumou fell back and would’ve collapsed if not for her fellow club members catching her. Still swooning, she looked over as Freezer made her way up the stairs, ascending like a goddess into the heavens…

Freezer, ready for action.

The lights fade into near-total darkness. A soft hum of anticipation runs through the crowd. Then, a sorrowful, almost holy swell of sound begins to rise. Selene’s entrance theme, “Ashes in the Snow” by MONO, plays like a lament from the underworld.
From behind the curtain, Selene Thorne appears. She wears her usual ring gear beneath a long black veil and a flowing robe, stitched with faded silver symbols. Her hair is dark and loose beneath the veil. Her hands are inked from fingertip to wrist in swirling, occult designs.

She begins her descent down the ramp at a slow, gliding pace. The arena remains dim, lit only by faint amber lights designed to mimic candle flames. As she reaches ringside, the announcer finally speaks.

“And her opponent… Fighting out of Norwich, England… Standing five feet ten inches tall, and weighing in at one hundred and fifty-seven pounds… She is the Grave-witch of LAW… Selene… Thorne…”

She climbs the steel steps and pauses, one hand sliding along the top rope. Then she parts it gently and enters the ring. Once inside, she sheds her robe with a single fluid motion, letting it fall behind her.

Selene stands tall. Her expression is unreadable, her gaze fixed on Freezer Katakura. She lifts the veil slowly and lets it fall. Her face is now fully visible.

“Freezer Katakura…” Her voice is low and intimate, just loud enough for the camera mics.

”Oh, my.”

Freezer had done her homework on this so-called ‘Grave-witch’. Not an uncommon thing for her - despite her lackadaisical approach to life, she liked to approach her matches with a professional air, and that meant knowing her opponent well before she entered the ring. With Selene, that was a simple enough task. The woman was a mainstay on the indie scene, and there were no shortage of YouTube channels with her matches on them, a couple of which were even dedicated to her.

Selene’s pedigree was impressive, to say the least, and Freezer’s appetite was appropriately whetted. In this woman, she saw much of herself. Calm, soft, sensual, but dangerous, with a body that was made for caressing and lips that begged to be kiss. A standard match with a woman like this would’ve been a treat. A hentai match was practically unthinkable, and yet, here there were, with Freezer in the wing waiting for just that as her foe came down through the mists.

The two of them had much in common, she knew, and she could add a love of good entrances to that list. So many women merely walked to the ring, slapped a few hands. She and Selene knew the value of a good first impression, how they could manipulate an opponent’s mind before they set foot in the ring. No doubt, she had cowed many of her foes out of the gate with her presence.

It wouldn’t work on Freezer, naturally. But the effort was impressive, all the same.

She strode forward as the woman’s music - a haunting, drifting melody that Freezer would be looking up later - began to die down, and looked her opponent over from head to toe, liking what she saw. A fine figure, a ghastly visage, striking and frightening and alluring all at once.

Yes. Yes, this would do nicely.

Never one to shy away, Freezer strode forward and entered Selene’s personal space, enough to push their bodies together, but not enough to push her back. She simply wanted to feel and be felt. Their equivalent to a handshake. ”Selene Thorne.” Her slim smile creeped up, just a few inches. ”A pleasure to finally meet you. I hope you can say the same.”

Selene didn’t flinch. She expected Freezer to get close. Hell, maybe even wanted it to happen. Freezer’s body pressed softly against hers, just enough to be noticed, to be felt, and Selene let it happen without hesitation. She stepped forward a little, her eyes locking onto Freezer’s like she was already in charge. Slowly, she lifted her hands and cupped Freezer’s cheeks, fingers warm and sure as she traced every line, committing it to memory.

When she spoke, her voice was low and soft. “Freezer Katakura.” She said the name like it belonged to her, like she’d been waiting to say it. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips. “I’ve heard plenty about you,” she said, voice dropping just a touch, “but I like to see for myself.”

The bell hadn't rung yet, but the match had already begun. It began, in fact, the moment that Selene made her striking entrance, clearly meant to impose her will before she even entered the ring. The pomp and circumstance served a purpose, and so did this. As Freezer moved in and invaded the woman’s personal space, she sought to test her reactions, to see if Selene was the woman she portrayed herself to be, or if this was all an act.

So far? Flying colors.

She welcomed Selene’s fingers as they explored her face, unmoved by her icy touch. It was a familiar coolness, the same chill that ran through her veins. The two of them were alike in so many ways, just at the surface level, and she was eager to see how far that went. ”It seems our reputations precede.” She enjoyed the haunting caress for a moment longer before she stepped away and lowered into her grappling stance, raising her arms and bending her knees, poised to pounce. ”Let’s try not to disappoint each other, shall we?”

That was all the preamble she needed. As the bell rang, Freezer began to circle about the ring, keeping Selen at a distance for a few moments, before she dashed in and tried to engage the woman with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, curious to see her opponent’s grappling skills firsthand.

Her fingers found Freezer’s cheek again, just for a moment, brushing with the gentleness of falling ash. She said nothing at first, letting the touch do the speaking. When Freezer pulled away, Selene’s hand hovered in the air for just a second longer before lowering, slow and deliberate.

“I won’t disappoint you baby~”

The bell rang, but Selene didn’t explode forward. She glided. Her body flowed across the ring, each step smooth and quiet. She let Freezer circle, let her think she was stalking something vulnerable. And then she gave her what she wanted.

The tie-up came. Their hands met, Selene’s hand slid behind Freezer’s neck, not grappling but cradling. Her breath kissed against the side of the woman’s ear as she leaned in.

“You’re cold” she whispered, lips almost touching skin. “But I wonder if you know how sweet it feels to melt.” Selene’s eyes closed for a breath, savoring it. She let go and pushed her away playfully with a smile.

Closer. A little closer. Closer, still…

There.

The two met and locked horns, though their brief meeting wasn’t quite as fierce as many would’ve expected, more mating dance than dominance display. Freezer chewed her lip as the woman whispered honeyed words in her ear, only to part ways soon after, leaving her with a tantalizing taste. The game was clear - she was being goaded, a taunt. Selene wanted her to make the moves and take the risks.

It would work, too. ”By all means, show me.” Freezer came in again with arms raised, seeming as if she wanted another lock up, but this time her purpose was more aggressive. She moved in close, then ducked down and tried to swing around to her opponent’s flanks, looking to grasp her from behind and secure a waistlock.

A good move to control her with. That it would put their bodies into close, intimate contact was a welcome bonus.

Selene didn’t flinch. She let Freezer come in close, let her slide around, arms snaking toward her waist. But that was exactly what she’d wanted.

The moment Freezer’s arms began to close in, Selene twisted her torso sharply, hips turning, one arm hooking up and around Freezer’s head with precision. If it succeeded, she would have Freezer’s head tucked firmly under her arm, pulling her tight into a standing headlock.

“You’re not just aching to fight,” Selene purred. “You’re aching to be touched… aren’t you?” She smiled as she tightened the hold.

For a dead woman, Selene moved fast. Oh-so very fast.

Freezer discovered just how fast when the woman deftly maneuvered and grabbed her head, catching her with a tight standing headlock, expertly applied. Even Freezer, experienced as she was, couldn't get her out of the way, and it was trapped now.

Still, she smiled, as she enjoyed the feel of Selene’s pale skin against her own, the rumbling of her body as she spoke. She felt soft, impossibly so, and she could help but nuzzle against her side and deliver a quick lick, craving the taste.

[color=##005ee5]”Mm. Both.”[/color] She gave that simple answer before she rapidly backed up, hit the ropes, bounced off and pushed forward at the same, trying to use their momentum to not only escape from the hold, but to send her opponent running to the far side of the ring at the same time.

Selene stood with her body arched, her arm cinched tight around Freezer’s neck, breath warm against the woman’s ear as her hips pressed flush. She let her savor the closeness. She tilted her head just slightly to the side, offering her throat for a fleeting second.

“You’re going to have to beg.” She chuckled.

The ropes came. Selene felt the shift in motion, the sudden backward drag. She let go of the woman and ran. Her boots thundered against the mat as she hit the far ropes, rebounded, and came back with a clothesline.