Reunited (and She's Still No Good)

[DSX93]

"Yeah, your name's crossed my desk. I might have an opportunity for you, if you're interested. But that can wait until after your match. Great handshake, by the way!" Alix noted with a lighthearted laugh. His grip was a little tight, even for someone who might have wanted to make an impression. But she understood that tensions had run high between him and Raven. "Some of both? The goal is a climax, but it's still pro wrestling and all. I'm not too familiar with the product, but I heard that Cecilia's Corner hosted the sort of competition that's more in line with that. Is that right?"

[AshAllen]

“Uh more like… sensual grappling if I’m being honest.” He said recollecting his time at Cecilia’s Corner. He remembered that time well, for various reasons. Friends he made. Time spent in the ring and even at the bar area while chatting up with the staff there. Along with other fighters. Then he remembered something specifically.

“Raven’s little cage was something that wasn’t like that. There? It’s like an underground pit brawl. Especially because that was Raven’s domain.”

[DSX93]

"That, I've heard about. It sounded like she got pretty rough in there." Alix didn't know all the details -- hadn't had the time to go over them. But she knew that it was an escalation from what Raven had wrought. Violence. Bullying. Thuggery.

"A lot of controversy around that place in general. But you can tell me more about that later, if you want. I shouldn't hold you up for too long." She was just about to wish him luck when it came; that camera from right around the corner, coming up behind Ash. Ready to catch the story in its entirety: There were plenty in places throughout the halls already. Security cameras that only captured visuals. This one would relay the audio to their audience.

Again, she had present an air of impartiality. So she'd alter her words. Make it subtle.

"I'll be watching."

And away she went, back to her office to do just that.

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Match Type: Hentai
Victory Conditions: Forced Orgasm, or Disqualification
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"I don't need an entourage." Raven spat at the security guard who'd been tasked with following her to gorilla. She'd had enough when they got there and turned to stare him down. The man was built like an ape, but she knew she could take him. Wrestling companies always skimp when it comes to security. Most of his size was probably the end result of a steady diet of McDonald's. "Thank you, fuck you, bye!"

Her displeasure had been noted, the challenge made. In the end, the man went on his merry little way. Wise choice.

The lights dimmed. The stage filled with thin smoke that would dissipate to show her dancing form, swaying side to side. Hands sliding up from her hips, over her abs, those huge jugs of hers, fingers running through her curls.

"Midnight! Snake bite! Got me in the back of my neck!"

Raven stepped forward, ignoring the the familiar hate that filled a good portion of the arena. It wasn't everybody: Many may have hated her, but this was still an intergender match. LAW was one of those places where even the worst of women would have their share of supporters against even the best of men, by default. It was a welcome change to have some people cheering for her. Shouting her name without any insults following. It was a treat that she wouldn't often get to savor in the indies.

She tilted her head and turned her amber eyes upward, staring from beneath her eyebrows and into the camera -- at the viewer. Her lips curled up on one side into a smirk, murder in her eyes. A baleful look that could sour wells, make women barren, and do Stanley Kubrick proud.

"Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine?
Of course you do..."

"The following contest is scheduled for one orgasm! Introducing first, standing at five foot six and weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds, from Chicago, Illinois...! Raaaaveeen!"

There wasn't much more flair to her entrance. Wasn't her style to do too much of that on the way to the ring. She stepped in between the ropes, made her way to a corner, and waited for her meat to follow.

[AshAllen]

Ash waited in the locker room for his turn. Taking a seat on the bench and took a few breaths. He never thought he’d see Raven again. Even here in LAW, he never thought it possible for them to run into each other after all this time. But they did. And tonight rhey we’re going to duke it out in hentai. Raven’s style anyways. He was honestly excited. Finally, a chance to kick her ass again after she got him kicked out of Selina’s. What a purse dog…

He stood up, hearing his turn be called. He rolled his shoulders and made his way to entrance of the arena. Taking one more breath he stood at the top of the ramp. His reception receiving more cheers from the audience than Raven’s. It made him smile seeing how many other people saw Raven’s wickedness. Though he scowl a bit at some of the horny members.

Degenerates who wanted Raven to fuck him- FUCK HIM UP- no wait. They mean FUCK him.

He shook his head and made his way down the ramp. His cloak flowing through majestically thanks to some hidden fans on the floor. The audience loving every second of it. Especially the female members of the audience who went wild over him.

“And her opponent, standing five foot eleven, and weighing in at one hundred and seventy-eight pounds… this ladies and gentlemen is a ghost from Raven’s past as far as I’m told… Ash Raaaaagueeeel!”

Ash waved at the audience and giving handshakes and high-fives to the people in the front row as he passed them. He hopped up onto the apron and then vaulted over the top rope with a superhero landing before standing up. Raising a fist to the crowd before undoing his cloak and taking his corner. Glaring at Raven from across the way.