Jazmin DeLuxe vs. Lisa 'the Raid' Vasquez - Points of Authority

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type Hardstyle Hentai Backalley Brawl
Victory Condition: Victory can only be obtained by scoring a pinfall, submission, or knockout after making your opponent orgasm. Falls Count Anywhere

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The first thing that struck Lisa when she came to Tokyo was how clean it was. As much as she loved Los Angeles and didn’t regret growing up there, she had always been a bit perturbed by how trashy the place could be. People threw trash in inappropriate places all the time, you had to watch where you stepped all the time, and the city struggled to keep up with it, despite their best efforts. As a naturally orderly person, it had driven her insane growing up, and there was no getting used to it.

Japan had, quite literally, been a breath of fresh air. The streets were insanely tidy at all times, and it was legitimately difficult to find any trash that wasn’t in a proper receptacle. The sidewalks were spotless, many of them looking brand new even though she knew many of them had been around for years. Even their public restrooms were well kept, a vast and welcome change from the horror shows she’d encountered in many a gas station back home. It was a fastidious person like herself’s dream come true.

Except for this backalley. She had to give LAW credit - she didn’t know how they did it, but they found the dirtiest looking alley in all of Tokyo. Maybe all of Japan.

Lisa slipped through the crowd and came through the fence, one of two boxing the backalley in, and she got a good look at the place through the flickering street light above her. The first word that came to mind was ‘decrepit’ - to her eyes, it looked like someone had been using this alley as their home, and they hadn't exactly kept it up well. A ratty mattress was on the far side of the alley, one that she suspected had been white at one point, but now looked a dull shade of grey. There was a dumpster with various graffiti sprayed on it, symbols so faded that she likely couldn't have read them even if her Japanese hadn't still been notably poor. Some chairs were scattered, here and there, and there was even a broken TV laying on its side. A boom tube, might’ve even been older than she was, no idea where they found that.

Broken beer bottles, skittering cockroaches, and the faint smell of vomit in the air. Yes, they’d nailed it. Perhaps overboard, in her opinion.

Lisa looked up, spying the cameras above them, then brought her attention to the baying crowd on both side of the alley, all of them eager. As they should be, they’d all paid well to watch this match, and it wasn’t something you saw every day. Most cities tended to frown on wrestlers beating each other up in dimly lit alleyways, but LAW had managed to pull some strings, and here they were.

It suited her, and she understood why she’d been chosen for it, putting an ex-cop in a backalley brawl. She didn’t know how her opponent fit the theme, but she wouldn’t have to wait much longer for that, if the clock on her phone was correct. Almost show time.

Lisa stuffed it into her jacket pocket, unzipped it, and tossed her outer layer off to the side, exposing herself to the cool night air which her

did little to protect. The sight of it drew the usual catcall from the audience, but she paid them no heed, as always, and dropped down to get some quick stretches in, warming her blood up as she awaited her foe’s arrival…