Chloé Guillaume vs Sister Lucia (c) - Baptism Match For the LAW Hentai Championship

[Monsy]

Baptism Match
To win, a wrestler must make their opponent orgasm, then hold them completely submerged in a tank of water at ringside for ten whole seconds. No Disqualifications.

[Harem Girl]

BOOM!!!!!

It was late into the second night when fireworks began to erupt overhead, signaling the start of yet another championship match. It was at this moment that Chloé emerged from backstage and stepped into the limelight. The crowd was nothing short of thunderous, thousands upon thousands of voices screaming out in excitement at the sight of the blonde Frenchwoman. The sheer volume was enough to shake her, causing the young woman to pause momentarily as she took it all in.

Throughout her career, the French Catholic had competed in front of thousands of fans across the world. Being in the spotlight was something Chloé had grown accustomed to. That being said... never before had the woman performed in front of a crowd quite this enormous. Easily over fifty thousand spectators stood on their feet, cheering and shouting as the farm girl looked out across the sea of people. Taking a deep breath, the blonde flashed a smile and returned to her usual routine. Waving enthusiastically to the audience, Chloé made her way down the entrance ramp, stopping along the way to exchange high-fives with the fans fortunate enough to be seated along the front row.

"This match is a Baptism Match, where the first wrestler to force their opponent to orgasim, and then stick her head underwater for a count of ten will be declared the victor! Making her way to the ring first, the challenger! Weighing in at sixty-two kilograms and standing at one hundred and seventy-three centimeters tall, with a record of sixteen wins, five losses, and one draw! Fighting out of Saint-Paul-de-Vance, France... CHLOÉ GUILLAUME!!!"

Chloé Guillaume

The announcement was met with what was easily the loudest ovation the young woman had ever received. The crowd erupted as her name echoed throughout the arena, showering the Frenchwoman with cheers and applause. While Chloé knew she was well received by the LAW audience, she wasn't naive enough to believe that all of that enthusiasm was necessarily directed toward her.

As Chloé made her way down to the ring, the blonde couldn't help but think how ironic this match is and its symmetry with the start of her career. Chloé's first real sex-fighting match was an underground match that her boyfriend at the time gotten her into. Nearly three years ago, she had been pushed into a sex-fight on a cruise ship where after the match, the loser was to be thrown overboard. The French wrestler had tried her best, but her inexperience had costed her the match, and nearly costed her her own life. Now... having had her old life been washed away by the waters of the ocean, her new life was also in risk of being lost as well. Sure, unlike before there were officials around that would prevent the girl from drowning worst came to worst, but if Chloé loss here, her life as a hentai wrestler would be over. Also washed away like her old life had been on that fateful night.

It was ironic, but not something Chloé found herself in fear over. She knew that she was stronger, faster, younger, more skilled, and dare she say it, more faithful than the current hentai champion. The match was hers to win, all that was left was for her to go out and do it.

Stepping around the water basin, The blonde would climb up the stairs and enter through the ropes. She would smile and wave at the audience one final time before turning to the entrance way once again. She would get down on a single knee, as if to rest, waiting for LAW's so-called champion to make her way down to the arena.

[BlackAkuma]

A chill swept through the crowd without warning, a queer winter wind in the sweltering Cuban heat. It slithered through the crowd like a living thing, weaving through the throngs and sending shivers down everyone's spine. Wherever it went, the lights flickered and quickly faded, as if a tide of darkness was coming over them all at once.

The wave worked its way to the ramp, and at the top it ended as a single spotlight shone down, illuminating a lone figure. Wearing black and gold,

stood in all her finery.

With a microphone in one hand and the Bible Belt in the other, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to

.

”Ave Maria…”

The audience, who had been fervently booing her a moment ago, temporarily quieted as her sweet voice carried through the air. For someone who constantly screamed and cursed them all, her tone was surprisingly sweet, and the aria she bathed them in struck a haunting chord. As she wailed the lights around her dimmed as she dropped to her knees, and for a moment all were covered in a bleak blanket of blackness.

"Sancta Maria!
Mater Dei!
Ora pro nobis!
Amen!"

The light came back on all at once to reveal rows of nuns leading down the ramp, dozens of them singing in unison, swirling about, hands lifted to the sky as they danced, their song echoing through the stands as they moved together. One unit, full of fervor, they stepped aside as Sister Lucia descended, opening the way for her with every step.

”Ave Maria…
Ave Maria…
Ave Maria…
Ave Maria…”

At the bottom of the ramp, Sister Lucia raised the Bible Belt high as several of the nuns circled around her and dropped to their knees, as if blinded by its profane glory. Amidst the darkened skies, it shone like a blinding beacon, a star that fell from the heavens in the champion’s grasp. She looked up with no small amount of pride, the sort that could only come from having something that so many craved, but only she could possess.

Sancta Maria!
Mater Dei!
Ora pro nobis!
Amen!

The sister broke away as Sister Lucia came strolling forward, taking care to avoid the baptism pool on her trip. As she passed by, she gave the structure a pleased look, noting the full waters, ready to receive them, crystal clear and pure. She brought her knowing smile from the Chloe, already imagining the great pleasure it would give to plunge beneath that shimmering surface - it was a pleasure that would not be denied to her for long, she was certain.

”Ave Maria…
Ave Maria…
Ave Maria…
Ave Maria…”

Sister Lucia made her way up the steps with a regal air and slipped through the ropes one leg at a time, entering with the Bible Belt slung over her shoulders. She let it slip as she made her way to the center of the ring and held it out, while she curled a finger at Chloe with the other hand, almost daring the woman to come and take the prize she so coveted. Around them, the rest of the Sister surrounded the ring and let their voice spread into the night.

The lights suddenly went down once more, the darkness came, and when the arena lit up again, the horde of holy sisters had vanished, leaving only the crowd, the referee, the champion and the challenger. Sister Lucia kept her pose, unfazed by it all, as Chloe remained her sole focus.

And her opponent! Standing at 160 centimeters and 50 kilograms, with a record of five wins and two losses. She is your Hentai Champion, the leader of the Sisterhood, the Chosen Divine herself…SISTER! LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Music to her ears.

”And so begins the words night of your life, dear Chloe.” She raised the belt and rubbed her chin against it, sighing at the sensation of gold against her skin. ”Shall I pray for you before we begin?”

[Harem Girl]

The blonde was already furious at the nun before the match started, but to come out to the hymn of the blessed mother? The blonde lunged at the woman of the cloth, but was immediately grabbed by the official who prevented her from prematurely attacking the hentai champion. It took the official almost a full minute to calm the French woman down enough that she wasn't at Lucia's throat.

The official would start to give his instructions, but Guillaume wasn't listening in the slightest. On the contrary, Chloe was responding to champion's taunts, delivering a sermon of her own. "No Sister, you need not pray for me. I wouldn't want them from such a foul sinful woman such as yourself. But don't worry, I already prayed for you before the match. Not for your health, your safety, and for certain not for you to retain your title. No... I prayed that after you lose to me, you will see the errors of your way, and repent. That while I am drowning you in that water, that your sins will be washed away, and something besides the demon that you are will come out of that water."

The official would continue going over the rules, but it was clear that everyone was more interested in the final verbal bout going on between these two rivals.

[BlackAkuma]

Hm, Chloe seemed more perturbed than usual. Sister Lucia couldn't imagine why.

Frankly, she thought the woman would enjoyed her little entrance. She and the other sisters had gone to no small lengths putting that all together, and she felt it was a more than appropriate spectacle, worthy of the stage they were on and the gravity of the moment. Chloe, however, seemed almost insulted by it, as if it were some sort of affront,but Sister Lucia supposed she couldn't have expected much more out of such a simple-minded wastrel.

Sister Lucia handed the belt off, eager to get the match started, enough that she had no qualms skipping the usual fanfare. At Chloe’s words, she had a small, knowing smirk. ”Good, good. Get all that silliness out of your system, let it all out - in a few minutes, those lungs are yours are going to have much, much more important things to do than helping you spew nonsense.”

Sister Lucia raised her arms high, stretched to her fullest, then brought them down and slid into her fighting stances - fists up, feet tapping, nice and loose. ”Before we start, I want you to know that I am so very happy that I’m blessed with the opportunity to beat you up twice. Truly. You really should have saved those prayers for yourself, you silly, silly little whore.”

She stepped forward, smacked her gloves together, and beckoned Chloe on. ”Let’s go.”

And there went the bell.

Sister Lucia began circling the ring, keeping a distance from Chloe to start with, staying far away from her range. It was tempting to move and begin pummeling her, but she resisted the urge - she wanted to see just how mad her opponent was, if she could be bated into a truly rash action and close the distance prematurely.