Adventures In Hardcore (Black Severin vs Naomi Van Makros)

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Match Type: Hentai
Victory Conditions: Forcing an orgasm out of the opponent. This contest will have no disqualifications.
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Well, they've finally done it. Management has booked

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into a Hentai match that he wasn't looking forward to, whatsoever. Not because of his opponent, but because of what kind of Hentai match this is: No disqualifications. Where all the bad shit happens. There weren't even any kinky elements to it. No paddles or handcuffs or ropes waiting at ringside. No verbal submission stipulations. Not even a Prisoner of War thing going on.

Management straight-up wants to see somebody catch a bad one. It's not the kind of game he wants to play, but he couldn't take a pass on this one. He hasn't even been in this place for a year. All he could really do is try to stick to his regular course and hope that Naomi wants to follow.

He stepped out into a darkened arena that was being lit only with golden strobe lights, going

with it: Hood up, the darkness beaten back just enough to reveal his shape, but not his features. Not until a few seconds before the beat came in; that's when the spotlights started flashing. He stood in place, allowing a camerawoman working the stage the time to come in for a close-up shot that would be displayed on the jumbotron above for the viewing pleasure of those in the nosebleeds. Starting at his booted feet, and slowing to a crawl when it reached his chiseled abs and traveled to his chest, eliciting some appreciative hooting and hollering from the ladies, and even some of the fellas.

A pointer figure gestured for the camera to be risen, up to a playful smile that he had to fake.

"The following contest is a no disqualification Hentai match! And introducing first, standing at five feet and eight inches and weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds...! From Milwaukee, Wisconsin...! Blaaaaaack! Seeeeveriiiin!"

He peeled his hood back and started on the way down to the ring, clapping any hands that were held out for him. With a few running steps, Severin slid beneath the bottom rope,

then kipping up into a three-point landing. Timed just right with the build-up to the beat drop, his hood flying back into place for maximum style. He held the pose. Waited for the second pulse in the build-up, then threw his head back, flipping the hood back off his head, and his dreads from his face so he could make eye contact with the camera outside of the ring. And then some footwork to set up the move that's become a staple of his entrances in the arena: The windmill.

The drop finally hit, and the strobes made the place look a lot more like a dance club. Some people were even busting a move, to varying degrees of success.

To match the amped up energy the arena had taken on, Severin transitioned to

eventually finishing up with a sweet

to make his way back onto his feet. He slid his jacket off, brought it around to one side, and tossed it over into the crowd.

Take a deep breath...Then his eyes turned to the stage.

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Suddenly there was a screeching sound playing over the loudspeakers, followed by the playing of probably the most headbanging guitar chords and mixed with beating drums in LAW. The crowd was jamming to the chords as the strobe lights flashed in sync with the music.

A woman walked out onto the stage. A yellow strapless top, black chaps with yellow briefs, yellow boots, yellow gloves that reached near her elbow, and a black choker. A hand laid on her hip, rolling her neck slowly as she stood at the top of the ramp. Her auburn hair, her yellow eyes, her incredible build, that made the crowd go wild as the lyrics to the entrance theme played.

”Oh Whoa Oh! Tear The Stars Out From the Sky! Oh Whoa Oh! Darkness Falls I Come Alive!”

Black Severin’s opponent, was Naomi Van Makros… former MMA Champion for four years straight. Though her record in LAW may not match, it doesn’t mean she won’t put up a fight.

“And his opponent. Standing at six feet even, weighing at one hundred and sixty-eight pounds…! From New York…. Naomiii! Vaaaan! MAKROOOSSSSSSS!”

Naomi walked down the runway and listened to the crowd give off an incredible display of cheers upon her march. She returned the kindness with a wide smile. She swayed swayed back and forth to the beat of the music, holding her arms out to show off her well-defined biceps. She hopped onto the ring apron, holding onto to the top rope and bowed to the crowd, before doing a split, stretching her long legs along the middle rope.

She then blew a kiss to the crowd, followed by a wink and a fist pump. The crew had to wonder how Naomi could do the splits on the middle rope while she wasn’t even holding onto something.

Once she was done, she set her legs down back onto the apron. Then in an incredible display, Naomi backflipped over the top rope! Not one part of her body touching the rope as she entered the ring, doing another flip and standing at the center with her arms up in victory. And the crowd matched that even with even louder cheers.

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Power. Hands and feet that she throws with the best of them. A hellacious ground game. Flexibility. And a gymnastics background that's made her able to take to the skies well too. And defy gravity; how was she keeping those splits on the middle rope like that?

Oh, and some serious toughness. An Ivan Ramirez match is like a proving ground: If you see a woman survive her time with that maniac, you know she has a constitution of steel.

Naomi Van Makros is the complete package. Severin was certain that she was going to be the toughest test of his ability yet, just south of the Kings & Queens tournament. Probably even beyond that. He'd never stepped in the ring with an MMA champion before. Let alone one who held the gold for four years straight.

The last MMA fighter he faced had kicked his ass. But that was when he was a weaker man, both literally and figuratively. Twenty-five pounds lighter, and more importantly, before he had his head screwed on straight. Back in his hometown, during the tryouts that would determine whether he would have the chance to step into an LAW arena as a wrestler. He was lucky that they weren't only looking for one person to sign.

That's not gonna happen again tonight. He won't let it.

Severin would show his appreciation of Naomi's final display of theatrics with a whistle. The woman's got hops.

[AshAllen]

A disqualification hentai match. Ok so Naomi didn’t have much experience in it, her match with Ivan was proof of that. But the fact she made it into a draw and last with him as long as she did with that dog was proof enough. Showing she can hold her ground in sex fighting here in LAW. Now she has a chance to show that.

She heard the whistle and she turned to her opponent. Admiring what she was seeing as she returned a whistle right back at him. Eyeing him up from head to toe. Studying every bit of him and concluded that this was a handsome and well-built stud. She also saw Severin had a look in his eyes. A look she knew all too well. A smile on her face, she walked up to her male opponent.

“I’m not going easy on you just because you’re handsome, sexy. And I expect you to do the same for me.” She said in a voice that mixed seriousness with a playful/joking nature. Looking down at him, not in a rude sense, more so because she was four inches taller than him.

She then held her hand out for him as a sign of sportsmanship. “Also, just so you know, winner gets to choose where they pkay with the prize.”

[DSX93]

Alright! So far, so good. Naomi seems nice so far. It only did so much against the no disqualification stipulation that loomed over him on the inside, but he did his level best to push those thoughts back.

"No worries. Been there, did that, learned my lesson. Never again." Severin's own smile was a mixture of things: His regular laid back friendliness, a tinge of self-deprecation, and resolve. He had some work to do to get back on track after his loss in the Kings & Queens tournament. A loss that was entirely his own fault.

He readily shook Naomi's hand, took a couple steps back as the referee came in between them to assess their readiness...and started dancing. But it was no average dance. The

had its purpose: Against an opponent who was so well-versed in conventional combat, it made sense in Severin's mind to go straight into the unconventional. After the referee signaled for the bell, he started making some slightly more dynamic movements. Little feints that made it seem like he might switch from dancing to attacking, perhaps some combination of the two. A spin as he circled to the side, with head movements that allowed him to keep his eyes on her on all times. Nothing too crazy just yet, but he wouldn't stop moving. And his flow was one that was intended to keep his rival all-rounder on the lookout from attacks from any angle.

And in the process, maybe spur her into making a move that opened one up for him.

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Naomi watched as the dance fighting of Black Severin started. She knew it was from a martial art that admittedly she hasn’t learned, but she couldn’t help but chuckle as it looked like her opponent was dancing that she couldn’t resist making that joke. “Hey buddy. The club is at least ten blocks down the road.”

She chuckled and the people in the front that could hear her even gave a chuckle themselves.

“So no offense, but save the hip-hop-kido for the power rangers convention.” Another one of Naomi’s jokes that seemed to get a louder reaction out of the crowd. Some people in the audience going through the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers morphing call of the first team. Then she started her own as she held her fists up similar to a boxer and started hopping off one foot and the other.

“Come and get me big boy.”

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Not exactly what Severin was going for, but he'll take jokes and underestimation. He chuckled, having a few things in mind to go for first. With the "Hip-Hop-Kido" still in play, he danced towards his opponent, moving in such a way to conceal his offensive plans, hopefully until it was too late. Then finally, he brought himself down low on the mat, and with one hand planted to keep him steady, he threw his body into a swift, potentially deadly kick. A textbook

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Naomi had hero her eyes on Severin. Trying to study for what he was trying to do but that little dance routine threw her in for a loop. It was like Deadpool vs Taskmaster. Sure she’s fought some unconventional fighters in MMA and the indie leagues, but this was another level.

And it would seem that she would pay the price. For her actions, arrogance, and not keeping track of her opponent. Widening her eyes as from his low position, his foot was coming in fast! Barely enough time as she brought up arms to block but her upper body still took a good amount of the impact. Causing her to stumble back a little and growl.


“Lucky shot.”


She then would use this opportunity as he was going to change up the move and go for simple spear tackle into the mat. If it worked she’d start hammering his body with punches and slaps.