Madeline Christiansen vs Natasha Loclear

[winner3]

H1 Climax Tournament Hentai Match
Victory to be awarded by hentai fall/forcing the opponent to climax. The winner will advance to the Quarterfinal Round.

[Lightman]

Madeline was confident.

While she understood that they could misinterpret such a thing as arrogance, she knew herself. Could be why, as she slowly exhaled, the anticipation in the LAW arena hasn’t affected her. Sure, this isn’t her first rodeo, and even as this is now past the second year of being in LAW, moments like these would bring butterflies to those that don’t have the stomach for it. The low hum of excitement buzzed in her chest, mingling with the faint scent of leather and stage fog. It had been months since she last stood under the bright lights of Tokyo, deciding to take some time off on the holidays. Although it was in England, she did not visit her parents. The brunette doubted they’d be willing to welcome her back with open arms after her…recent work.

Deciding that her first match this year would be the opening round of the H1 Climax Tournament was a wild decision, but for Madeline, she did not mind. All of her conquests would eventually lead towards claiming gold, said gold that is itching to be wrapped around the waist of the victor after being unceremoniously vacated, much to the English Rose’s chagrin. Regardless of the reason, it’s tragic to see such a title go without a champion, and with how Madeline sees the hentai division could go, she hopes that her victory will bloom into something greater.

The moment the first pulsing beats of her theme hit the speakers, her lips curled into a smirk. Sultriness and rebellion, all described in a song—just like her. The moment had arrived.

Ring Attire

Theme

A dazzling wash of magenta and silver lights flooded the stage, illuminating the grand entranceway as the LAW Arena erupted into cheers. The arena’s atmosphere thickened as a cascade of fuchsin rose petals rained from above, fluttering to the ramp like embers caught in the wind. When Madeline stepped through the curtain, she did so with a deliberate, unhurried stride, allowing the moment to build, to let the eyes of thousands drink her in. Tall, statuesque, and exuding confidence with every movement, she carried herself like a woman who knew she was meant to be here. Her emerald-green eyes, fierce and knowing, swept across the sea of spectators, a silent promise glimmering beneath her gaze.

Her attire, a striking fusion of grace and dominance, the magenta rose at the centre made a signature emblem of her presence. Thin crisscrossed straps framed her décolletage, a delicate touch to contrast the raw power coiled beneath her toned form. Matching black bottoms sat low on her hips, leaving just enough of her sculpted midriff exposed to tantalise. Her long brunette locks cascaded down her back, a natural wave to them that caught the stage lights, giving her the air of a warrior queen.

At the top of the ramp, she paused. The beat of the music vibrated through the arena, the energy of the crowd washing over her in a surge of adrenaline. Bringing a hand to her lips, she blew a teasing kiss to the audience before pivoting gracefully, beginning her descent toward the ring. With every step, rose petals crunched beneath her soles, the symbolic trail of an English Rose reclaiming her place in battle. Tonight wasn’t just about winning. It was about returning with purpose.

And if Natasha Loclear thought she would be the one to pluck the petals of the English Rose and take the first victory of the tournament at her expense—then she had sorely underestimated just how sharp the thorns had become.

[lyannapelon]

Natasha was reveling in the moment.

Ever since signing up with LAW more than two years ago now the Frenchwoman had been advocating for another H1 Climax tournament, she could even remember her first interview for the monthly magazine here where she had pushed for more Hentai Division focused events. When the Hentai Title had unfortunately needed to be vacated Natasha had hoped such an unexpected event would push management to give her, the other Hentai Division members, and all of the fans the gift of spectacle when it came to naming the new owner of the Championship belt. And now she had gotten her wish.

When Madeline stepped up to make her grand entrance Natasha was standing in a dark corner of the Gorilla Position, just out of sight of the entrance curtains where she could just catch a glimpse of her magenta clad opponent before she vanished into the arena. She had kept herself in the dark to help hide her nervous pacing, or at least that had been the plan, but in a surprise even to herself Natasha was calm instead. Sure there were the usual butterflies in her stomach but they were old friends by this point, but rather than being plagued with second guessing her preparation or trying to make plans for everything her opponent might do Natasha found herself simply thinking back to the road that took her here. Looking back over the last two years reminded her that she had already put in the work for this, now she just had to go out there and get to work.

Once her turn came the lights went off in the arena, leaving everyone in the dark except for the thousands of tiny LED lights throughout the rafters that represented the night sky. This entrance was well known and many in the audience readied themselves to sing along with Awaken, only to be caught off guard when a new song began to play. As it began each rise of the song was accompanied by a blue spotlight that sprang to life and roamed about the crowd and by the end of this introduction seven such beams were lit. On the eighth and final rise all of the spotlights suddenly raced to the staged where they combined just in time to highlight a geyser of water that shot upward and then crashed down onto the stage like wave, with Natasha Loclear having timed her run out to appear as if she had been left behind by the rush of water!

Theme

Clad in blue, black, and gold Natasha held her pose for a few moments before making her way down the ramp, the blunette dancing along to her new song with fluid movements that ensnared the gaze of thousands both in the arena and around the world. She would dance over to the railing and gesture for the fans there to dance with her, many accepting the offer so that by the time the flirtatious Frenchwoman was in front of the ring she had dozens of fans dancing along. Here Natasha paused just long enough to lock eyes with Madeline, her heart only now beating fast as she then climbed into the ring to meet her English foe face to face and chest to chest.

"Who would have thought I'd pull you in the very first round, how lucky am I?"

Spoiler

[Lightman]

Madeline stood in the ring, poised with the effortless elegance that came naturally to her. The roar of the crowd, the flashing lights, the electric atmosphere—it was all background noise, a mere stage for what truly mattered. It did not differ from the other matches she has been in. And at the centre of it all stood Natasha Loclear, bathed in the last remnants of her grand entrance, her body glistening under the spotlight’s glow.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Madeline held Natasha’s gaze unblinkingly, unshaken. There was tension there, not of hostility but of something far more intoxicating—a challenge, an acknowledgement, and an unspoken promise of what was to come.

The Frenchwoman was all fluid grace, exuding confidence in a way that made even the most seasoned opponents second-guess themselves. No doubt there was a lot of thought put into such an entrance. Even she had expected her usual entrance song. Instead, it was a new song and new attire from the looks of it. Yet still the same Natasha. But Madeline was no mere spectator to be swept up in the tide of her theatrics. She had carved her own path and built her own legend, and tonight, she intended to cement it further.

Natasha’s words came smooth, flirtatious, laced with amusement. A smirk tugged at the corner of Madeline’s lips. She tilted her head ever so slightly, her chestnut curls cascading over her shoulder as she took a measured step forward, closing the sliver of space left between them. Chest to chest, breath to breath, she could feel the heat radiating off Natasha’s body, the pulse of anticipation that echoed between them.

“See, I’d say this is a risky move on the booker’s part.” Madeline’s voice was rich and sultry, yet edged with playful competitiveness. “Because they could have easily saved the best for last. Or I suspect they want this tourney to start with a bang, ending be dammed? I do feel sorry for the other competitors that must attempt to follow this~.”

She let her fingers trail lightly down the front of Natasha’s attire, just a whisper of touch, the barest tease, before pulling away. Her smirk deepened, sharp as a blade, and her emerald eyes alighted with a challenge. “Because this will be a spectacle to behold. It's just a shame it will be at your expense~." she said, her viridescent gaze never wavered, exuding unwavering, predatory confidence.