Match Type:Hentai Victory Conditions:Bring your opponent to orgasm Esma Martin
Esma had been madder than a hornet’s nest for the past few weeks as not only had she failed to win her debut match but because of it now people were saying she was a bust for LAW and they should cut their losses and can her or at least cut her pay. “Little shitheads thinking that one draw should end a career. Bet I could beat the lot of them without a sweat.” Esma muttered under her breath as she put the finishing touches on her wrestling attire before exiting the locker room and heading to the curtain and waiting for her new theme to play
As Esma walked down the ramp to the ring she could help but feel a little confidant . Her manager had said that he was much weaker than Blake and so Esma shouldn’t have any problem moping the floor with him. When she reached ringside she discarded her cape before sliding under the bottom rope into ring then making her way to her corner to wait for her opponent.
The dark-haired boy wasn't having a great time. He hadn't fought in a while due to a knee injury, but he had recently started training again and planning new matches. In fact, that night he would face Esma. He didn't know much about her, but he would give 100% to beat her.
She was the first to enter the arena, looking very confident, which unsettled the boy slightly. But her turn came, with her theme echoing through the arena. He emerged from backstage and greeted many fans with high-fives. When he reached the ring, he jumped over the top rope and prepared for the match.
Normally Esma would have laughed at the young man’s bold declaration or just shrug it off, but coming off a humiliating match her restraint and patience were hanging on by a thread that was snapped as soon as she heard those words leave his mouth. Esma marched over to Tokie, ignoring the ref’s attempts to stop her, and slapped him across the face before in a harsh and venom filled tone spoke her mind “The only one who is going to loss is you Boy. So I suggest you respect your superior unless you want to lose some teeth along with the match.”
The bell rang out with a sharp, immediate DING!, like a drumbeat that reawakened his wounded pride. Tokie's cheek still burned from Esma's slap, and for a moment the shock had frozen his breathing... but now, that pain had turned to gasoline.
He didn't even wait for the referee to finish retreating.
Tokie leaped forward, her face tense but determined, and thrust her hands into Esma's, seeking a direct show of strength. Her fingers intertwined with his, their palms pressing together with an almost electric impact.
"You're the one who's not taking me seriously..." he growled through gritted teeth, pushing with his whole body as soon as the contact was firm.
Her legs dug into the carpet, the muscles in her arms trembling as she desperately tried to gain ground against the girl—despite knowing full well that she was more experienced, stronger, more ferocious at that moment.
Esma responded to the pressure immediately, her sharp gaze inches from his, an angry smile that seemed to say, "You're really asking for death."
Tokie pushed, growled, trying to force her back even a single step… convinced that, if she wanted to gain respect after this affront, this was the only way to start: face to face, arm to arm, force against force...
It seems Esma’s slap had gotten Toki fired up because seconds after the ringing of the bell Esma found herself in a contest of strength with the man. However much to her surprise and delight it seemed that she was actually stronger than the man but before she could think up a way to capitalize on this toki opened his mouth and growled “You're the one who's not taking me seriously...”. Esma’s gaze turned into a glare that probably would have killed Toki if looks could kill and without uttering a word Esma kneed Toki in the stomach. If it was successful in staggering him she would follow it up with a high knee aimed at Toki’s chin.
Tokie got very angry when he heard the woman and tried to engage her furiously but he was easily blocked by the girl who with a strong knee aimed at the stomach, that strong blow stopped him and made him fall down from the strong pain but this facilitated her second knee that hit him in the chin knocking him to the ground with great violence quickly demonstrating who was in total control of the match, Esma now had a great advantage over the boy who remained on the ground moaning in pain
