Hajna vs Aroha - Hotel Room Hunting

[Monsy]

The Saturday Show

A fight inside one of Hotel Madison's many rooms, where the entire room is legal fighting grounds. Win by accepted submission with Hentai allowed, no DQs. The winner gets the loser as a POW for the remainder of the night within the same room

[Jaystar]

Hajna Horvath was horny.

Sure, she was feeling many other feelings too. Such as excitement, anticipation, pride, and...lucky? The last one was mainly due to the fact that despite her short career so far in LAW's ranks, she had already gotten a special match arranged for the Madison Gambit Supercard. Not every huntress got that opportunity. Well OK, granted, her crafting a convoluted plan to ensure that she was going to have a confirmed room reservation in Hotel Madison for the supercard weekend might have played some part with it... But still, lucky!

The pride part was for having gotten the management convinced to actually give her an official match too. Clearly, they understood her potential. Obviously, they didn't consider her to be just another nobody as a wrestler. Definitely, they were eager to see what kind of show the huntress could put on, when catching some clueless prey. And oh, Hajna was going to make sure that it was going to be fun!

And that was where the excitement and anticipation parts kicked in. And again, a bit of the 'lucky' as well. The Huntress of Puszta had dared to propose the organizers her own rules for the match, and... Or, well, again granted, she had claimed them that management had wanted those rules, but that's beside the point... In any case, what she had proposed had gotten promptly rubberstamped, and tonight was going to surely play out exactly to her plans now!

Oh, and why was she horny? Quite a stupid question, really. For one, she was wearing her favorite lingerie, perfect for some more intimate tussles. For two, she was in an exquisite hotel room, perfect for some more... Intimate tussles? And for three, her opponent was going to arrive in less than five minutes.

Hajna Horvath - The Huntress of Puszta

Now, there was element of uncertainty though. Quite a major one. Hajna didn't know who her opponent was going to be. The organizers had simply informed, that she would be passing by her room through the hallway at 9:05. And that it was Hajna's task to lure her in. And that's why her hotel room door was now wide open, with the huntress casually lounging against the wall next to it, waiting to see who would show up.

But the luring part - she wasn't really concerned about that. Who could have resisted the call of a luscious, curvy redhead in black lingerie, after all?

[HawtWheels]

Finding a specific clearing in the bush back home was easy; Aroha simply looked for the bent kauri branch or the moss on the south side of the rocks. Finding a specific room in the Hotel Madison, however, felt like navigating a maze designed by someone who really liked beige patterns. Aroha had already turned around twice, convinced the carpet was changing directions when she wasn't looking. She should start marking the walls like her people marked trees.

She checked the scribbled note on her hand again. Room 315. She didn't understand the room numbering. Why didn't they go in order? Why was 309 before 308 but not in line with 310, which was in line with 308? She needed people to explain these mysteries to her, someday.

Her current curiosity proved more important, however. A scrap in a hotel room... it was a strange concept. Back in the village, fights happened in the mud pit or the grass. If anyone fought inside, they broke the furniture and then got an earful from a grumpy elder. She had heard of "bedroom matches" since she and her wrestling friends had... "borrowed" one of the tribal phones to watch wrestling on the regular, especially LAW. Apparently, people liked the soft mattresses and the... what was the word... long-er-ee? The mattresses seemed practical for landings, she supposed, though she worried about the bedside lamps. None of it worried her, however - a match mostly on a bed did sound fun.

She marched down the hallway, humming a low tune to keep her spirits high. She thought she might soon close in on the great mystery of room 315, and since they told her not to be late to her match, she knew she should churn her legs. As she breezed past an open door, however, her peripheral vision caught a splash of vibrant crimson and black lace. Aroha skidded to a halt, almost losing her sandals. She pivoted, leaning back to peer into the doorway.

There stood a woman who looked like she was made of fire and silk. The hair was bright red - like the pohutukawa flowers in December - and the outfit was... well, somehow she looked like she wore more fabric than Aroha herself, but Aroha somehow thought she looked more risque at the same time. It really fit well on her, too. Aroha blinked, genuinely impressed by the bold look, assuming the woman was just enjoying the airflow.

She stepped closer, flashing a bright, hopeful smile.

"Kia ora! I am glad I found someone awake," she chirped, holding up her scribbled hand. "I am looking for a room for a wrestling match? I think I'm lost, but you look like someone who knows how to read the room numbers."

Spoiler

[Jaystar]

When one is horny, patience rarely ends up being one of the engaged virtues. Hajna however, was a huntress. And sometimes patiently stalking, looming over your prey, was the most effective way to go. Thus, the Huntress of Puszta was having no trouble with her patience. Sure, she was already craving, but also confident enough that she would soon get to sink her teeth - and her fingers, hands, arms, and thighs - in and around her prey of the night.

The particular breed of it seemed to be one that Hajna had to wonder how it hadn't already gone extinct. Such was the audible humming that ended up soon enough approaching the doorway she was occupying... What an easy target to sneak attack! Although this time, there apparently wasn't even need for such tactics... Once the figure had seemingly obliviously strolled past her doorway, it took only a second or two for the blue-eyed lady to appear in front of the redhead's own eyes again, clearly drawn to the luscious sight that the Hungarian was so generously providing.

Technically, there could have been some innocent bystanders roaming the hallways of Hotel Madison. Clearly, the woman Hajna was now seeing in front of her wasn't one of them.

She didn't exactly come across as a very adept wrestler though... Well, attitude-wise, at least. There seemed to be no sense of danger at all, even when staring in the eyes, and curves, of a huntress. If anything, the naive fawn was offering herself to the predator, approaching her amicably, seemingly without a worry in the world.

She had to be a wrestler though. She certainly had the body and the looks for it - well, for a LAW wrestler at least - and that attire was skimpier than any regular hotel guest would have ever gotten away with wearing in public.

Both very promising signs for the Huntress of Puszta indeed.

There was a marked exoticness in her as well, confirmed by the first words uttered from her mouth, that were spoken in a language that Hajna couldn't recognize. The words that she could understand were very promising though, maintaining a rather mischievous smile on the redhead's face - until her last words inevitably made the Hungarian confused.

"Who knows how to read roon numbers?" What a strange thing to say...

"And presumably you-..." the huntress began after a brief, astonished pause, before realizing that this wasn't the time to risk getting confrontational just yet. With the lady presenting such naive and amicable behavior, there were rewards to be reaped that Hajna didn't want to risk losing... Thus, the concluding "don't, then?" in a condescending tone was promptly swallowed and never uttered, allowing the Hungarian to go with the plan B.

"...are a wrestler then?" the redhead continued, quickly altering her tone into a more querying and curious one. "Come in dear, tell me who you are, what kind of wrestling match are you looking for, and to which room should you be heading..." the huntress began coaxing the bikini-clad lady in, while shifting her stance into as an imposing yet alluring one as she could.

[HotWheels]

Even as the questions tumbled out of her mouth, Aroha’s blue eyes refused to stay still. They danced over the woman standing in the doorway as if finding a new curiosity every second. Aroha had seen plenty of beautiful people since arriving in Japan - LAW collected them from all over the world - but this woman offered a different flavor of beauty. She possessed a softness that fascinated the islander; not soft like dough, but soft like a ripe peach that promised sweetness if you bit it. She lacked the long, lean lines of Aroha’s own swimmer’s build, nor did she possess the blocky, granite toughness of the village matriarchs. To Aroha’s mind, this stranger looked built for hugs and hugging others.

And helpful, too! A pretty face and a helpful spirit made for a winning combination in Aroha’s book.

"Yes! I am a wrestler," Aroha confirmed, her head bobbing enthusiastically. She turned her hand over, thrusting her palm toward the redhead to display the scribbled ink. "I am looking for room 31... well, it's a five but it got smudged." The ink had indeed succumbed to the humidity of her palm, turning the last digit into a vague, blue blobbish shape that could have been a five, a six, or perhaps a small cloud. Good thing she had a good memory.

When the woman beckoned her inside, Aroha didn't hesitate. She stepped past the threshold, her bare feet enjoying the plush texture of the room's carpet - much thicker than the hallway variety. She took a wide, sweeping look around the suite, impressed by the warm lighting and all the luxurious furniture.

"Thank you! You are very kind," she chirped, turning back to add her hands to her explanation, drawing lines shaped like hallways and corners with her fingers and mocking walking down those hallways. "I am supposed to meet an opponent here for a bedroom match, but finding the door is- In my village, if we number the huts, we go one, two, three. All in order. Simple. Here? The numbers leap across the hall. I saw 309, then 312, but 310 was hiding around a corner? It makes my head spin."

She sighed, blowing a stray lock of black hair out of her face.

"Anyway, the match is on the bed, mostly, but all these rooms have beds," she explained, hoping that might help with the search. "I just don't want to be late and forfeit. I would hate to lose just because of all the strange doors."

Aroha paused then, her gaze drifting from the expansive, inviting bed back to the woman in the lace. The gears in her head began to turn, grinding audibly behind her bright eyes. She looked at the bed again. It looked ready for action. She looked at the woman. She looked dressed for... well, certainly not for going outside. She looked dressed for a bedroom.

"Wait..." She pointed a finger at the woman, her face lighting up with discovery. "This... this isn't 315, is it? Or maybe the smudge is wrong?" She tilted her head, inspecting the Huntress with renewed intensity. "You're the only person I've found, and you're dressed for this type of match!"

She clapped her hands together, then extended one for a shake.

"I am Aroha! Are you my opponent? Did I accidentally stumble into the right place after all?"

[Jaystar]

Even if Hajna had already declared to herself the wandering lady to act like a naive fawn, she almost still couldn't have believed how easy prey she was rendering herself to be. To be honest, she was clearly lacking any sense of danger, practically eager to throw herself into harm's way... And while the Huntress of Puszta could see circumstances in which wrestlers could have had the liberty to do so, this one wasn't quite fulfilling that criteria... One either had to be extremely big and strong, or skilled to facilitate such fearlessness, and even if the redhead could tell that the girl's body looked rather strong and toned, fit for a wrestler, the wanderer was certainly still somewhat smaller than the curvy Hungarian, and she would certainly be surprised if her strength would actually surpass her own. Also, while there were hints of warrior-like look in her appearance, Hajna still got the distinct impression that perhaps she wasn't one of the fiercest ones.

Regardless, there she was now. And declaring to be a wrestler. How nice. And she even confirmed to be looking for the exact room Hajna was lounging in, even if her silly hand marking had already worn off. The redhead did take another look at the door to check if the numbers were actually clearly displayed on it - of course they were - before turning again towards the lady without the ability to suspend all of the disbelief from being visible on her face.

Even more of a reason to just get the lady in, and get this night on its way.

"Oh, well in that case, please come in..." the redhead began, with the fawn heeding her request before she even got the chance to say more. Instead, the Huntress proceeded to close and lock the door after her, all the while the lady focused on taking in her surroundings... Was she finally going to figure her real situation out?

Not immediately, no. Instead, she began a rather endearing explanation of her situation and what she was trying to find, and why she was having such hard time finding it. Granted, it was a bit of a relief for the redhead to learn that her difficulty had been with the order of the rooms, and not with any actual reading skills themselves... Even if that was a detail that she actually shouldn't have really cared less for.

Naturally, the other details that the lady was explaining were actually very familiar to the Huntress of Puszta. And Hajna couldn't hide a rather spiteful smile widening on her face - her prey was already trapped now after all.

"Oh, I don't think you'll be late... And I don't think that's why you'll lose..." the redhead then began, watching as the wheels finally started to turn inside the lady's head, her gaze shifting from Hajna's appearance to the bed and back. And finally, the lightbulb inside her head seemed to get access to some much needed electricity.

"Yes, this is 315 indeed.... Welcome, Aroha..." the redhead then responded to the Kiwi with a reassuring and satisfied tone, while offering out her hand to her fresh opponent too. But if Aroha was waiting for a fair handshake, she would soon find out that she was wrong.

Almost as soon as Hajna's hand held a tight grip of Aroha's own, the redhead suddenly pulled her forcefully forward, and swung over to send the more slender Kiwi chest first against the locked door! The huntress then wasted no time with pressing her own voluptuous form against Aroha's back, smushing the bikini-clad girl between herself and the door...

"And I certainly am dressed up for a match, thanks for noticing... I see that you seem to be too..." the Hungarian began cooing into the Kiwi's ear from behind, in a tone that was somehow seductive, yet still ominous. "And I think you found the right place indeed..." she then continued, resisting the temptation to specifically point out that it was exactly where the fawn was trapped now. "And sure, we can certainly wrestle on the bed... But we don't have to do only that. And I can actually be kind enough to let you decide, where would you like to start things off from..." the huntress then added, displaying some wholly disingenuous generosity for her newfound prey.

[HotWheels]

Relief crashed over Aroha like a warm wave when the woman confirmed the room number. Her entire face lit up, shoulders dropping from the tension she hadn't realized she'd been carrying. She'd found it! Finally! All that wandering and confusion, and here she stood in the right place after all.

"Oh, thank goodness! I was starting to think I would be wandering these halls all night like a lost-"

The woman's hand closed around hers, and Aroha's grin widened, ready to give a proper firm shake. But instead of shaking, the grip tightened, and in the next breath, the world yanked sideways. Her feet scrambled for purchase on the plush carpet, found nothing, and then her chest slammed hard against the door she'd just walked through. The air punched out of her lungs. The cool wood pressed against her cheek, her breasts, her stomach. Her hands flew up instinctively, palms flat against the door, trying to push back, but before she could gather herself, heat blanketed her entire back - the heat of a body.

Aroha's brain stuttered, struggling to catch up with what her body already understood. The woman - Hajna, she'd said her name was Hajna - pressed against her from behind, all curves and warmth and that silky material. Aroha felt every inch of contact: the swell of breasts against her shoulder blades, the press of hips against her lower back, the brush of thighs against her own. Her heart hammered against the door, loud enough that she wondered if Hajna could feel it through her back.

Oh- oh. She thought she understood. The match started. The match already started.

"I- you-" The words tangled on her tongue. Heat crept up her neck, flooding her cheeks. She tried to twist, to look back at Hajna, but the door held her face and chest captive, and the Huntress held everything else.

Hajna's voice purred directly into her ear, and Aroha shivered despite the heat. The tone carried something she couldn't quite name - something sweet and dangerous, like honey hiding medicine. The words themselves took a moment to process through the fog in her brain.

"What do you mean, don't have to-" Aroha's voice came out breathier than she intended. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself. "I thought- isn't it just wrestling? On the bed?"

Her hands flexed against the door, biceps tensing as she tested Hajna's weight. The Huntress didn't budge. Aroha could feel the strength in that deceptively soft body, the way it pinned her so completely without seeming to strain at all.

Back home, wrestling always involved closeness - bodies pressed together in the mud, limbs tangled, breath mixing. But this felt different.

"Where I would like to-" Aroha tried to focus on the question, but her thoughts scattered like startled fish. Her pulse thundered in her ears. "I... I don't understand what you're asking, exactly?"

She tried to turn her head, managed to angle it just enough to catch a glimpse of red hair in her peripheral vision. "Can you- could you let me turn around? It's hard to talk like this."