H1 Climax Tournament Hentai Match
Victory to be awarded by hentai fall/forcing the opponent to climax. The winner will advance to the Semifinal Round.
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Once again, the Sisterhood approached the ring for the quarterfinals. Once again, the crowd sent waves of hate, anger no doubt fueled by Sister Lucia’s victory in the first round. Once again, Prudence found herself ignoring all of that, too swept away in the weirdness of the moment to care about the crowd.
It was so surreal to be back here, back in LAW, back in this arena, especially given the way she’d left it in the first place. Her time with the company had been the most humiliating and degrading experience of her life, and while she mainly had gotten over it, this wasn’t the sort of thing one easily erased. Trauma like that was like a stain on the carpet - you could rub it out, scrub it, apply all the chemicals you want, but you would never get rid of them - those marks would always be there.
No, the only way to get rid of a stain like that was to destroy the whole thing, and that was what she joined the Sisterhood to do. Demolish the entire system, top to bottom. Chop down the tree and pull up the roots.
She was deep in her thoughts, processing it, when Chastity’s voice pulled her back to reality. ”Reminiscing, are we?”
Prudence side-eyed her fellow lieutenant as they continued to make their way down the ramp, the two of them staying a few steps behind Lucia all the way. She was smiling, of course - Chastity was always smiling, without fail. She was fairly sure she’d seen her smile in her sleep, which she’d always thought was impossible. ”I’m fine. Mind just wandered, is all.”
”I see.” Chastity brought her eyes forward again, as the two of them made their way to the base of the ramp. Lucia quickly scrambled in under the ropes, while the two of them made their way around the ringside area, looking for a good spot to stand vigil. “It has wandered often as of late, has it not?”
Prudence merely huffed at that and waved it off. ”I’m focused, if that’s what you’re worried about. What, you think I’m not dedicated the cause?”
Chastity was quick to spin about and clasp her hands with an apologetic bow. A bit much, really. [color=#00936]”My dear sister, I would never. Your righteous rage is one of our most valuable weapons - but, like all weapons, it must be wielded with care. Even the greatest sword can cut its wielder.”[/color]
Fortune cookie bullshit. Prudence just rolled her eyes and brought her focus where it was supposed to be, back on Lucia in the ring. Her theme music was already starting to die down, and it would only be a few moments before her opponent made her way out - poor little Chloe.
The roar of the thunderous crowd shook Chloé's entire being as she came out from behind the curtains and started waving to the crowd. Jeering and dancing in order to satisfy the lust-filled audience, the blonde would make her way down to the ring, hopeful to make a name for herself in this quarterfinals matchup that the rookie found herself in.
As the French woman would make her way down into the ring, Chloé found herself being cheered significantly more than she had been in her previous matches. While the blonde was by no means someone who hated the crowd, Guillaume knew that reports of her arguing for less lewd-based matches and advocating for a stricter, more modest dress code for the performers had made their way onto the internet. So while average fans found the youthful, good-natured energy of the French native to be endearing, many of the hardcore fans loathed the blonde and made their voices known during her entrances. However, for some reason tonight the crowd seemed to be almost completely on Chloe's side tonight? The whims and wills of the average LAW hentai fan was truly a mystery Guillaume would never be able to solve.
As the blonde would make her way to the ring, her piercing blue eyes would gaze upon her opponent and her small convent of fellow nuns waiting around the ring. A fellow Catholic and a bride of Christ was going to be the French farmer's partner for the evening. On one hand, Chloé was beyond surprised that a member of the clergy was able to knock off the inaugural hentai champion in a surprise upset in the first round. On the other hand, the blonde felt relief knowing that a nun was also taking part in the tournament. To be honest, despite all that Chloe had done volunteering with the church and donating the majority of her purse to the establishment, Guillaume often found herself wondering if she could be forgiven for all the sinful things she was currently doing in the earlier days of her life. Even if her partner was ok with this, even if she had little to no choice on where her career was taking her, everything just felt wrong. With that in mind, knowing that the blonde was not alone in her journey made the Catholic feel better about herself.
Stepping into the ring, Chloe would look at the shorter Spanish nun with a huge friendly smile on her face. Making her way to the ring, Chloe would excitedly approach the more experienced wrestler. "Bonjour, Ma Sœur!!!" The blonde would say, getting excited and accidentally speaking in French at first, before catching herself and continuing. "Hello, sister. I was really hoping to get to meet the only other Catholic in this tournament. I'll be honest, I was sort of expecting Eirina to be standing across the ring from me right now, but thanks to the Lord's will, it looks like you and I will get to have a chance to have a match tonight!"
Chloe's words would be hard to understand, a thick French accent masking the words and making them nearly impossible to understand to any non-French native speakers. Once she finished, the blonde would take a second to looking around and would lock eyes momentarily with the other nuns who accompanied Sister Lucia to the ring. Taking a quick second to give them both a friendly wave, the Catholic would turn her attention back to her opponent, ready to hear if she had anything to say.
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Though Sister Lucia fought with the Lord guiding her hands, even she was somewhat surprised to see that she had made it this far in the tournament, with the prospects looking good for future advancement. Eirina had been a challenge, yes, but she had overcome her, and even her most staunch critic could not deny that this was a significant milestone - a relatively new wrestler to LAW, knocking out the former champion in the first round of play, ensuring that there would be a new champion.
It was a major hurdle to cross, and now, as she stretched and limbered up in her corner, another one was making her way down the ramp: Chloé Guillaume.
Truth be told, she knew little of what to expect from this woman aside from the bare basics. If she was in a tournament like this, she was certainly a sinner of the most ill repute, utterly debased and hedonistic. While she seemed to have a bright demeanor, Sister Lucia knew better than to be fooled by a siren’s wiles. After all, even the devil himself appeared as an angel of light.
As if to prove her point, the woman tried to converse with her the moment she came in, even going so far as to speak in Sister Lucia’s native tongue. Her accent was heavily French, however, and it was so thick that it took her a moment to parse what she was saying properly.
When she did, Sister Lucia frowned, turned her head away, and scoffed at this false believer, seeing her for the Jezebel she was straightaway. ”Witch,” She put her hands on her hips and stepped forward. ”The Lord ordained me to not only win this tournament, but to smite the unworthy ones who would stand in my way. If He placed you in my path, it was not done as any favor to you - it means you are filth, trash, waste in desperate need of being disposed of. I will show you no quarter.”
If that didn’t convey Sister Lucia’s intention, then there was simply no getting through to this woman. She slipped into her fighting stance right away, hands up and fists tight, already bouncing on her heels. ”Defend yourself. If you can.”
The light in the eyes of the young French biologist would disapear in a blink of an eye as she would hear the words uttered by the bride of Christ. The life would drain out of the blonde's face as she would suddenly look down in shame, not even able to meet the gaze of the shorter catholic. Pausing, the girl stood there for a few moments, not getting into a stance, or even looking like she was acknowledging her opponet or anyone else was in the ring. After a few seconds, A refree would step in between the two women.
"Ok, are you both re...." The refree would start to say, but would be cut off.
Guillaume spun around in a signle swift motion, almost as if she was about to leave the ring, but instead of stopping when she was facing away from her opponent, would keep turning untl she was facnig her opponent again. As she did this, the woman's long left leg would swiftly start to raise up, until it was to shoulder level, as Chloé would lash out at the nun with a spinning roundhouse kick aimed right at the Nun's head. Wether the kick conected, was blocked, or somehow dodged, Chloe would follow up with her words, spitting back. "W... Witch?! How dare you call me that! God putting me infront of you today was for both of our benefits! I don't know how or why, but if he willed it, it is for the best for both of us! And I'll show you that here and now by defeating you!"
She found herself staring up at the lights, blinking, trying to figure out how she had gotten there in the first place. She remembered telling Chloe off, letting the harlot know how she felt about her pathetic attempt at an olive branch, and for a moment it seemed like her words had even gotten through. Sister Lucia had beamed as her opponent turned away, thinking she might get a forfeit and be able to go home early today. That would certainly be worth celebrating with the others. Maybe go to that lovely place near the church that sold tempura.
She remembered looking up, seeing a foot heading towards her face, and then…
Sister Lucia was here. On the floor. Her jaw felt like it had almost been unhinged. She’d kicked her. Chloe had kicked her in the face.
”You…you dare strike a prophet of the Lord?” Sister Lucia rolled over to her chest and began to push her way up as the bell rang for the match to begin officially. ”You dirty, insignificant, idiotic, retched…” She broke into a fit of babbling curses as she continued to rise, slowly and sluggishly, still reeling from the suckerkick.
Looking down at the floor to the nun who had just fallen to the floor, the French woman's mouth would hang agape. Sure, Guillaume heart was still pounding in rage with what the nun had done, however, the blonde was shocked by her own willingness to give into her own sinful nature of wrath and to strike her opponent in such a manner. Even if it was done in the Lord's good name, surely to strike out in such a manner couldn't have been good for Chloé's soul?
However, it didn't take long until the nun would start to scream profanities at the farmer girl, while slowly starting to stand up, further trying to use her position as a Bride of God to further push her further above Chloe. Honestly this by itself wouldn't be as bothering to the Catholic, if it wasn't for the fact that she kept screaming such unproper things as she did. The farmer girl's face would turn red, not from embaressment like had happened in so many of her other fights up until now, but out of anger.
Getting a running start by running to the ropes and bouncing off of them, Chloe would follow up her attack by jumping into the air and attempting to preform a basement drop kick on her recovering opponent. As she did, enraged in anger, the woman would call out "Dirty? Don't you dare claim to be a prophet while speaking such falsehoods!" Spoiler
Sister Lucia’s brain read off like a thesaurus as she put her extensive vocabulary to use, wanting to make sure Chloe had a complete picture of what she thought of the woman. It was the only offense she could muster at the moment, with her brain still thoroughly rocked by the kick, so she figured she might as well get it all out of her system while she could.
She was just beginning to pick herself up when she sensed movement nearby, and looked up to see her opponent rushing towards her at an alarming rate. Sister Lucia raised her arms in defense at the last moment and that alone saved her from taking a heel to the chin as her foe lashed out with a wild dropkick, one that slammed into her arms and sent her tumbling head over heels.
She rolled off her shoulders, popped to her feet, and wound up stumbling the rest of the way until her back hit the pads. That was where she stayed, too, leaning up against them as she tried to catch her breath, completely caught off by Chloe’s heinous tactics.
Upset that she wasn't able to cleanly hit her fellow catholic with a clean hit, The french woman would hit the ground after her drop kick. While the blonde had been practicing new moves and techniques, the basement drop kick she just prefored wasn't a strike that was normally in her arsenal. As such, when the girl hit the ground after preforming the technique, she would grunt out in pain and take second before she start to get up.
As soon as she did, Chloe would see her blonde partner laying in the corner of the ring, trying to collect herself. Had the match started yet? The French woman didn't know. She had been to blinded by her rage at the slight that Sister Lucia had forced her into. Either way, the refree had yet to stop her, so the blonde would continue her assualt. Sprinting over to her opponent, the French woman would diver into her opponent as she attempted to spear tackle her while she was tied up in the ropes.
Sister Lucia would concede - yes, perhaps, she had underestimated Chloe. A tad.
While she wasn’t going to take back a single word she’d spoken about the woman, and she was a fool to think otherwise, she was already showing herself to be quite formidable and skilled, more than Lucia would have wagered. She was already seeing the folly in taking this woman lightly.
But that wasn’t to say she viewed her as a real threat - not yet. She was an obstacle, but one that Sister Lucia would navigate.
She was an opportunity as her foe came rushing in, blinded by her senseless rage. Sister Lucia waited until the last moment, then leaped forward and soared over the woman as she ducked for a spear, giving her nothing but a turnbuckle to slam into.
For Sister Lucia’s part, she landed, rolled forward, and popped up to her feet with ease. She suspected the experience would be markedly less pleasant for Chloe, however.
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