-Victory Conditions-
No disqualifications, no count-outs, and anything under or around the ring is fair game. To win, a wrestler must force an orgasm out of her opponent, then pin her for a three-count.
-Victory Stipulations-
The winner will either stay or become LAW HENTAI CHAMPION.
Welp tonight was the night. It’d been a bit since Mako’s house was attacked by a fucking horde of nuns. Literally ruined her whole day, and the orgy she had going too. Not to mention she nearly got locked up for the brawl that broke out on her front lawn. Luckily for the shark, she didn’t actually get thrown in a cell. By the time she got to the station, the cops had put together who was really to blame for the whole mess. They still fined the hell out of her for disturbing the peace. But Mako got fined for that A LOT. The whole fiasco did end up having a bright side, though. After getting arrested with the shark, Lucia still had plenty of unresolved anger directed at Mako. In fact, Mako had plenty of aggression that she wanted to unload on the nun right back. So it was a good thing that the nun had decided on a match between the two of them for the championship. In the meantime, a lot of angry messages were exchanged between the two of them.
The whole back and forth between herself and the champ had been a blur of endless insults. And somehow they got a bunch of the maids she’d been fucking and the nuns Lucia brought ended up getting roped into this. Again, Mako wasn’t sure how. All she knew was Lucia would bring her girls and the shark would bring hers. Maybe the nuns wanted payback? Either way her mom’s maids were easy to convince. Hell, the moment she brought it up they were dying to finish what they started that day. Mom was pissed off to learn her daughter had been fucking her maids on mass, though. Mako figured she’d get over it eventually. After all, Suzuki had fucked her friends before and they got through it.
What the maids were NOT happy about was the dress code. Apparently the shark agreed to have them dress as slutty maids…at least that’s what was provided in the locker room. That was an awkward moment for sure. They did put them on, though! While glaring and snarling at her…but they did it! So, with the maids all dressed for battle, Mako would lead her girls out to make their entrance.
With the shark’s theme music beginning to play, all the fans in attendance would begin to roar and cheer in excitement as the women came out onto the stage. Mako herself looked pumped and ready to rumble with her fists raised up in the air. The maids looked rather grumpy in their tiny skirts and skimpy tops. Except for one who seemed to like the slutty get up. Going so far as to flash her panties for the fans as she posed. To at least try hiding their identities, the ladies were wearing face masks to cover their mouths along with their maid outfits. Still, despite their irritation with the dress code, the women followed Mako down to the ring since they really wanted this fight. With the maids following behind her, the shark would slide into the ring under the ropes and spring back up full of energy as she hyped up the crowds. Some of the maids were even trying to play to the fans as well. Shouting back and clapping to pump people up. Soon, Mako would settle in her corner, with the maids spread around her and on the ring apron as they waited for the nunnery to make their arrival.
She had made peace with the fact that she would have to get involved with it as the Hentai Champion, that she would have to maintain a certain social media presence. In one sense, it was a helpful recruiting tool, bringing people closer to her flock - even if a good deal of those trying to join her church were horny twenty-somethings who’d never touched a Bible in their lives.
But engaging with the platform was a disgusting chore, especially in recent weeks. Twitter - and she refused to call it by its sillier name - was a haven for reprobates, a breeding ground for iniquity, and she hated having to dip into those fetid waters. Lately, however, she had been met with a surge of incessant chatter, with constant GIFs and memes of her writhing in the dirt as electricity surged through her body, and she had one woman to blame for that.
Mako. Adachi.
Sister Lucia would concede that her attack on Mako’s estate had been, perhaps, overly ambitious, but it had served a just cause. Her goal was to wipe LAW clean of this brand of debauchery, to scour it of the vile rot within the hentai division, and this woman - this unabashed, unashamed, unimaginable heathen - was a prime example. As such, she’d sought to take the fight to her and goad her into a match, so that she could use the Bible Belt to remove her hentai priviledges and take another piece off the board.
To say that it hadn't gone to plan would be an understatement. The plan had certainly not called for her spending a night in jail with a sweaty man named Bruno.
But all things worked for good, in God’s name. She was out, the match was set, and she and the Sisterhood were ready. This was to be her finest hour.
Sister Lucia’s
blared from the loudspeakers, but she wasn’t the first to come out. Her maids made their way through the curtains first, massing at the top of the ramp. They’d come dressed for war - yes, their attire was somewhat skimpy and provocative, but that gave them greater freedom when it came to movement. Tactically sound. They brandish their paddles, their cudgels, their whips, looking down at the maids below them with nothing but disdain.
herself came out a moment later, pressing through the throngs.
and
followed her close behind, with
arriving from the sides.
The Sisterhood. Out and in full force.
”FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
As the crowd called for blood, Sister Lucia stood with her arms folded. Watching. Waiting. After a moment, she brought her hand up, kept it straight, took a breath, and shot it forwards.
”Get them.”
The Sisterhood came charging down the ramp at full tilt, throwing themselves into the maids and starting a wild brawl around the ring, turning the area into a sea of insane chaos. Through it all, however, Sister Lucia made her way down to the ring with a calm, steady gait, moving like Daniel in the lion’s den. She promptly headed up the stairs, slipped through the ropes, and faced off with Mako, hands on hips as she stared the woman down.
”Hello again, whore.” She rolled her shoulders, her neck, her torso, trying to get nice and limber for what was coming. ”Are you ready for your final hentai match?”
