Arlise vs Ishigami

[Lico]

Hentai I Quit Match
Victory Condition: A wrestler is declared a winner when their opponent verbally submit
Extra Stipulation: No striking except hip strikes, tripping, and clothesline. Tapping out doesn't count as a defeat, but a wrestler who taps out will be subjected to a 5 minutes penalty time where they have to worship a body part of their opponent's choice.

It's time for another bout in LAW, and as his theme was played out on the speakers, there were cheers and whistles coming out from the audience. Yuto made his appearance soon after, dressed in his

. He waved to the crowds and strolled to the ring, shrugging off those who threw the usual teasing remarks to him. Slipping himself under the ropes, the boy then headed to his corner and did some stretching while waiting for his opponent.

As usual he got a little info on who he's going to face. Not like it mattered much, and in a way it's kinda fun to guess what sort of person he'd be facing. Regardless of the actual outcome of this match, as long as everyone got to enjoy it, then it's all good. The rules certainly added some interesting spice to it, one that bound to excite the crowds. Now they just gotta wait for his opponent to arrive.

[Winter]

Floodgates indeed.

Arlise Christiaens had trickled more toward the temptation to walk into LAW's business headquarters with a hand on her hip and declare, alright, that is plenty. You've had your fun. Given that she once again primped herself in the mirror in expectation of a hentai match where she could potentially lose her clothing revealed that she had done nothing of the sort, but she had more than considered it, primarily because she considered it high praise, of some sort, that viewership of these matches proved... how had they put it?

Extremely lucrative.

Arlise almost rolled her eyes remembering those words, but she cast them aside. These matches had value. They provided repetition and ensured that little to nothing that she might encounter in the squared circle could surprise her in the future. That experience made her dangerous, and she had chosen to feel dangerous rather than feeling used for her looks and skills. A woman could craft quite a career off the reputation of a talented vixen as capably as she could craft one from the "Titania" moniker. She simply had to decide how her psyche might handle the switch in the crowd's view of her.

Thoughts for later.

With the handlers all but yanking her out of the dressing room yet again, she acquiesced and strode her purposeful way to guerilla and then onto the stage. One sensual pin-up pose later, and she strode toward the ring toward... him. They had neglected to mention whom she would wrestle, citing some sort of policy they had for this particular wrestler. She found a handsome, fit young man standing in the ring awaiting her, and her gray eyes studied him on her way up the stairs and through the ropes. She didn't wish to lack in any knowledge of him at all before they began.

She swung out her hip and batted her eyelashes as she strode past him to attend one last time to the cries of the crowd that had... grown louder? She might have imagined it, but to her ears, it seemed that way. A smile tickled at half of her face before she turned back to the young man, studied him with the same scrutiny as a lady of the night might a client... then extended a hand.

"Hello there. Arlise."

Spoiler

[Lico]

There she was, and quite the reaction from the crowds as well. Then again comparing the audience's reception to the ladies and his was like an obvious outcome. Perhaps if he had a more successful career? He still doubted it. Again, it's a trivial issue when there was a lot of fun to have soon enough. His would be opponent was quite a looker, slightly taller than him, but not physically intimidating. It seemed like the trend as of late was for him to face these kinds of oppositions that didn't dictate the odds against him right from the start. Not like he had complaints about facing taller and larger women.

It was a little intriguing that she approached him and even extending a hand for a greeting. Not many did that. Maybe she's actually a nice person, or so he thought. He took her hand and shook it, although the smile he gave her was a rather nervous one. He just couldn't help it when thinking that he'd soon tussle around with such a fine looking woman.

"Ishigami... or Yuto is also fine, heh," he replied.

The referee soon summoned both of them to the center of the ring to explain the rules and such. He didn't really pay attention to the official given he had already known about the rules. Instead Yuto used the time to observe Arlise more, taking in her beautiful form with a closer look, while also trying to make it somewhat subtle that he's checking her. Well, even if she knew, it's not like he could really look elsewhere. They're about to do more than looking at each other after all.

[Winter]

Arlise studied his face. Closely.

She had not found some doorway to imminent success, but she supposed through her recent experiences, she had found the means to understand that, while she knew she attracted people with ease, she could often have the same dramatically distracting affect on others that they had on her. She could read people well enough to see the hint of uncertainty on his face, and she consciously chose to use that as a weapon. The thumb clasped over his hand as they shook rubbed at his skin, and she hid a wink at him from the hardcam as if it were for him alone.

"Yuto is fine," she echoed. While her taste varied, she did not always seek the shorter, thinner ones in her romantic escapades. But Yuto didn't know her tastes, and he had more than enough going for him to have earned a chance at having a glass of champagne with her - cute looks, cut muscle, a lovely head of hair. She studied that head of hair to show her interest while the moment lingered, at least until the ref came to begin official business.

Yuto, however, paid no more mind to that official business than Arlise herself. He spent his time staring at the Belgian beauty herself. Arlise, looking satisfied, stared back. Though the ref's description of the coming match and the crowd's lewd chatter should have filled her with some apprehension, the attention on her helped the scene shrink, leaving the exchange simply between her and Yuto. Feminine instincts told her that, with this one, a fast start could pay dividends - he didn't have that cockiness she had experienced in these scenarios in the past.

To that end, as the ref moved to ask for the bell, she rubbed her fingers slowly, seductively, down both legs under the guise of stretching to her toes, and as she lifted, her gaze lingered on Yuto's crotch before rising to his face. While the crowd cheered at the sight, she blocked them out, and as soon as the bell rang, she marched toward her opponent with a purpose.

[Lico]

The subtle exchange in their handshake made Yuto raised his eyebrow a little, but he only gave her a meek smile in return. It's not really the time to be distracted by her opponent's mind game - if it was. As the ref was doing his thing, he noticed that like himself, Arlise too didn't really pay attention to the official, and so there went his plan to try being subtle at checking her. He only gave her a timid nod with a slightly guilty look, like a high schooler being caught smoking or something.

And then, finally, there was the bell. Yuto put up his arms into a grappling stance, but he noticed that his opponent was taking the initiative by approaching him. He wasn't really sure what to do, so he just circled around slightly for a short while, before trying to engage her in a lockup. A test of strength - a standard opening to a match, a good way to gauge what he's dealing with. Arlise might be taller, but she's not exactly too muscular or anything. Maybe they weren't too far off in terms of physical strength, or so he hoped. If they did lock hands with each other, his plan was to try to push her towards the edge of the ring for a start.

[Winter]

Another point in her - and perhaps his - favor? He didn't see her baiting him as an invitation.

As Arlise approached him with strutting steps and all manner of intent in her eyes, he treated that approach as the opposite of an invite, in fact. He scooted to put angles and distance between them, and Arlise, a touch of playfulness breaking through, whipped her hair and peered at him as if disappointed as she mirrored his circling. "You didn't want to start boldly?", she asked him - an opening jab, though one verbal instead of physical.

He did react with the physicality, however. At the obvious offer for a lockup and test of strength, Arlise turned and squared up with him until their hands intertwined like lovers' might. Arlise continued to swallow him up with a gaze too lovely to be entirely lecherous, and she studied him as she leaned her curvy frame into his and started pushing. Pound-for-pound, she believed in her strength as much as she would have believed in the strength of any wrestler at LAW, and surprising power weighed on Yuto as she started churning her legs in response to his own efforts.

For good measure... she leaned deeply into the struggle, forcing her chest toward his face, and she quirked an eyebrow as if asking what he thought.

[Lico]

"Fortune doesn't always favor the bold, sadly..." Yuto gave Arlise a wry smile after they locked their hands together. "Let's say I learn from experience."

He found his opponent to be stronger than what he expected as they pushed each other. Initially he could gain a little ground then lose some, a bit of a stalemate, but eventually, she began to take reign of the offense and he was forced to stand his ground, which he's starting to fail as well. He noticed she brought forward her chest, closer to his face, and the expression wasn't missed either.

"U-uh..." was all he responded with verbally, but his face looked a little flustered, as if he's trying to shake off the distraction.

Clearly this wasn't going to work in his favor, so Yuto thought he needed to change his approach and fast. So he let her push him backwards, before suddenly trying to drop himself backwards, hoping to pull her to the ground along with him. She'd land on top of him, but if the surprise element worked for him, then the boy hoped he could snake his legs around her waist, trapping her in a body scissor, although he wouldn't squeeze her too hard just yet, just enough to keep her in place.

[Winter]

Arlise lifted curious eyebrows. "I would love to hear about it," she told him before she properly began her attempts to best his strength. He did not strike her as overtly experienced, but anyone who did not flee from this sort of public match had to have some experience, she supposed. She also supposed experience did not equate to boldness and confidence, but all matters she could find an answer to later, when she had found the right buttons to push.

Teasing him with her chest seemed the right button. She all-too-confidently studied him, using his hesitation as a means to flex the muscles along her back to attempt to drive him either to the mat or the ropes, whichever came first when he stumbled. She could sense the momentum of his body when she did so, and it seemed the mats would catch him sooner than the ropes.

But her attempt to let go of his hands so he could fall failed, and she gasped as she stumbled forward with his weight barely enough to pull her feet from under her. She skittered forward, and with no palms to catch herself, she dropped to her knees and then on top of him. For a moment, her adrenaline rose, thinking she could take advantage of his mistake.

And then his legs found a target in her slim waist, and a fearful-looking Arlise - who couldn't think of many pains she hated more than having her torso squeezed - tried to rise before he could lock her in place. He had done precisely that, though, and without her hands, she could only try to pull back on her knees to escape.