L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Hentai Mercy Match
Match can only be won by accepted submission after bringing their opponent to climax
Standard hentai rules apply

Clair paced back and forth at the geurilla position, gnashing her teeth while waiting to get into the ring. Her last match had been awhile ago - at least in LAW, having busied herself in some underground fights in the meanwhile. This would be the debut of her new attire, despite it being her serious outfit as opposed to her skin tight, easily tearable hentai outfit.

But it wasn't nerves that had her. It was frustration. Pure, blood boiling anger.

Not only was she being paired against a middleweight in this type of match, but a jobber at that! What fun could she have breaking someone so pathetic!? To make some one beg at her feet for mercy, when they lacked any pride to rend!? She was just fighting a bigger Mikoto! If she wanted that, she could have just stayed home.

She wanted to fight powerful lightweights, make them into moaning messes that wanted her hell to end. It was why she said as such at the end of Mikoto's debut against such a nameless whore, after beating her in her place with some other faceless blob. This was esentially making that proclamation fall flat on its face. Management set this match up for her, and either they did this to piss her off, or didn't know her.

Either way, whoever scheduled this was ending up worse than her opponent would be.

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Much as she wanted to keep her inner tirade continuing, her theme began. "Guess I'll just have to take these aggravations out on her," the blond thought with a sigh, stepping out onto the entrance stage to a rain of boos, dotted with the rare cheer that broke through.

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As the jeers rained down, Clair put on a confident, unaffected smirk, blowing kisses to either side of the audience in her unbroken stride. They didn't matter, so why would they bother her? The crowd was just an audience to witness what she would do to the bubblegum whore. How she'd bend her, choke her, and fuck her. Surr they booed now, but they would no doubt be cheering when she gave them sights they didn't know they wanted to see.

As she reached the ring, Clair grabbed one of the metal posts and braced her feet against it, swinging around from one side of the squared circle to the other. She pressed herself against it, softly grinding herself up against it as she fell to her knees. With one more kiss to the crowd, her legs shot up and wrapped around the corner, leaning upside down for a moment, letting them see what they could never touch.

Once she'd had her bit of fun, she pulled herself up and grabbed the bottom ropes, rolling under them in one, fluid motion. Something likely difficult for the average wrestler, but a mix of skills adapted from her time as a stripper. She put her hand on her forehead and raised one knee, staring up at the lights to end her little sight with a sensual pose.

Kipping back to her feet, she immediately went to her corner, and stared at the entrance. "You better not keep me waiting, bitch. Things are only gonna get worse for every second you take to get down here," she said under her breath, crossing her arms as her face hid the fury she felt. Counting each second as her theme faded and the Peptobismol prick began.

This was going to be Candys's first hentai match, at least her first official one. Who knows what might have been going on outside of LAW in her private life... Perhaps the pinkette was hiding a second side, that of the dominant sadist when it came to sex... Don't count on that too much, Candys was still Candys, and through that, she remained a masochistic wrestler who wanted to be dominated and make her opponents look strong and sexy in the eyes of the audience.

Candys

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With these thoughts in mind, the Frenchwoman took the stage, smiling at the crowd and trotting along, waving her arms to greet everyone. Despite her magnificent record of zero wins and only losses, the pinkette was appreciated by the audience. Her way of being, of loving her opponents and wrestling, touched people's hearts and made her appreciated.

The pinkette climbed into the ring, saluting her opponent one last time, then looking down at her opponent... Lowering her eyes slightly so she could see the blonde and smile at her. Clair seemed like the type of woman who was small but aggressive... Like a Chihuahua! She also didn't want the blonde to end the match quickly, and since Candys wasn't sure of her sensual and sexual stamina, she preferred to provoke her opponent to ensure she received plenty of humiliation.

She then raised her hand and patted the blonde's head with it, smiling at her while she delivered headpats. That was her humiliation, attacking her opponent on the body while making her breasts bounce, much bigger than Clair's!

"You're pretty cute, are you sure you're cut out for this kind of match, cutie ?~"

Clair couldn't help the roll of her eyes or the scoff that came when the pink bitch's theme began. Her irritation was growing with each step the bitch took closer to the ring, not helped by the gleeful expression Candys sported. Like she was looking forward to becoming a moaning mess for Clair, which made her 'jobber' title all the more frustrating.

Then, as if trying to irk the blond even further, she demeaned her with infuriating head pats and taunts! 'She is definitely asking for it,' Clair thought, unaware the pinkette was actually doing so and playing into her hand.

Clair eventually smacked the offending hand away, grabbing one of Candys' pigtails and tugging her in close. "Listen here, you doormat," she whispered. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to submit after your first fucking, I accept, and then I'm going to wipe my feet as I leave. You aren't worth the slop they put in your trough, and I won't waste my time on someone like you. Got it?"

She let go after her threat - or perhaps promise, to the masochistic middleweight - as the ref approached. There were still rules, after all. "I'm done, I'm done." The blond said, holding up her hands and glaring at Candys. "So, what will it be?" The sadist asked as she moved to the ring's center, wanting an answer before the match officially began.

Clair didn't seem to appreciate Candys' words or actions, showing her annoyance and anger by pulling the pinkette's hair, just enough to force Candys to tilt her head forward and end up at the same height as the little blonde.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!!..."

The pinkette closed one eye in pain as she looked at her opponent, who seemed much more confident, much more dominant, and much stronger than expected... Not that she disliked it; after all, she was a great masochist... But Claire's grip was much more powerful than Candys could have imagined.

She was free to do her little bun-teasing when the referee approached them. Candys stood up proudly and flashed a small smile after fixing her hair. She looked at Clair, proudly puffing out her chest, making her large breasts respond, and pressed the side of her hand to her forehead, as if giving an army salute.

"Chief, yes, Chief, I will obey your orders without question and do whatever you want !~"

Candys just kept pressing Clair's buttons, whether intentionally or unintentionally. The Candian clicked her tongue at the salute, narrowing her eyes at the pinkette. The blond definitely wasn't among the physically strongest lightweights, but it seemed her little hair tugging only got the whore more excited.

Something Clair was more than intent on making her regret.

DING! DING! DING!

The match was already on, and Clair once more grabbed a handful of her opponent's pink hair. Rather than towards her as before, the sadist pulled and bent Candys backwards. "This'll be the only part either of us enjoy~" She said as if it were a threat, before locking her lips with the jobber's own.

Her tongue slithered into the bitch's mouth, keeping her mind on the sadist's domination, as Clair's, aphrodisiac laced lipstick made its way into the pinkette's system. Something that would make the pain Clair had in mind so, so much more pleasurable than the shameless masochist would imagine.

After a few seconds, Clair finally pulled away and let her prey straighten herself back up. Though it wouldn't be for long, as the blond spun and shot a roundhouse kick to the back of Candys' skull, finishing off one of the Canadian's finishers, Kill Juliet (Long Kiss Goodnight). She had no intention to waste time, after all. So it seemed an appropriate way to start this short match.

The bell rang just as Candys was humorously striking a military pose, leaving herself defenseless against Clair's attack, who grabbed her hair and pulled her backward. The pink-haired girl closed one eye against the pain and lowered her arms instead of trying to push her opponent away; after all, Candys wasn't the kind of fighter who fought to win...

"Mhh?"

But Candys expected to be hit and physically dominated, not kissed! She was quite surprised and let it happen, finding Clair's lips rather sweet... Unaware that it was the taste of the aphrodisiac on the blonde's lips!... It was quite soft and pleasant, in addition to being a unique way to start the match, but Clair ended this little moment of pleasure quite quickly and brutally!

"Nyuh!"

Candys fell to her knees, sighing in pain from her opponent's roundhouse kick... But she was surprised that it didn't hurt too much, even though she had just fallen to the ground! The pink-haired girl naturally tried to get up, but her arms and legs were trembling, as if she no longer had enough strength... Her heart was beating abnormally fast and her cheeks were slightly flushed. She didn't understand what was happening to her and simply turned back to Clair, looking at the dominant blonde with wide eyes.

"What's happening to me?...~"

Just as the Canadian had displeasingly predicted, Candys offered no resistance to her sudden hair pull. Though it did seem that the kiss would. Not only in the bitch likely expecting pain instead of the soft lips, but Clair's secret cocktail making its way into the walking bubblegum's system. So much so when her foot met the back of Candy's head and sent her down on all fours - a shame that it hadn't flattened her, but given how early it was understandable - the jobber couldn't even find the strength to get back up.

It would probably be the only sight that would get a small smile from the blond, at least until the match was over. Seeing the proud masochist on her knees, confused by the weakness on her limbs. "I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe your pain addicted body is just that desperate for a real woman to dominate it~" Clair teased as walked beside the bottom, following with a harsh elbow drop right to the middle of the pinkette's back and finally bring the jobber fully to the mats. Leaving Clair in a perfect spot to clue the bitch in, quietly enough that only Candys could hear.

"Or maybe it's just reacting to the erotic dosing you received~"

As soon as the words passed her venomous lips, Clair would grab each of Candys' arms as she rose back up to her feet. The Canadian pulled back and lifted the pinkette's upper body a few inches off the ground. "Let me give you a taste of what you're craving~" With her promise made, Clair started stomping down on Candys' back hard enough that the pinkette's chest would all but be smashed into the canvas. An act the masochist would normally enjoy, surely, but with Clair's aphrodiacs amping up the pleasureable pain, the bitch had to be in a dreadful heaven.