Victory Condition: To win, you must make your opponent orgasm.
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”This is suck fucking bullshit.”
Sister Lucia simply sighed as Sister Prudence repeated that line once again. While she hadn't said the exact thing before, she was fairly certain, her compatriot had repeated something like it at least two dozen or so times throughout the day, ever since they received an email stating what would be her first official match back in LAW - a hentai match. If Sister Chastity had recieved that email, she would’ve taken it without a word of complaint. Sister Lucia herself would jumped at the chance to prove why she was worth of the Hentai Championship once again.
But for Sister Prudence, well…
”Bullshit, bullshit, fucking bullshit!” Sister Lucia watched as her compatriot stormed about the gorilla position before her match, startling the crew around them and making them all give her a wide berth. ”This doesn’t even make sense, why are they making me do a hentai match?” She waved a finger Sister Lucia’s way, specifically at the gleaming belt on her shoulder. ”You’re the fucking hentai champ. You should be in there, not me.”
Sister Lucia pushed off the wall she’d been leaning against and strolled about her compatriot, fixing her with an even gaze. ”Men aren’t allowed to wrestle me for this belt, so a mixed hentai match would be rather pointless in the first place. And this is LAW. We’re in the lion’s den, sister. Surely, you knew this would happen, sooner or later.”
”Later would’ve been better.” Despite herself, Sister Prudence found a semblance of calm and rubbed her shoulder, trying her best to quell the storm. It was hard to make out her face through the thickness of her hair, but even so, Sister Lucia could see the hints. The worry lines about her face. The slight. ”I just fucking thought…I thought…”
An awkward moment between them lingered, with Sister Lucia not knowing what to do. It was a touchy subject, she knew, with Sister Prudence being a member of LAW in its earlier days. She had gone down a path that led her to righteousness with the Sisterhood, but that path had not been easily trodden. While Sister Lucia had not deigned to look at the matches in question, Sister Prudence told of horrific hentai matches, of being humiliated and degraded in unspeakable ways, and that trauma had left a clear scar. The Lord could mend all wounds, but some went deeper than others.
Silence reigned for a few moments before Sister Lucia finally broke it, stepping forward and placing a reassuring hand on the giantess’ shoulder. ”Bestill yourself, Sister. I will be by your side, to say nothing of the Lord watching over. And I have seen your opponent, what little of him there was to see.” She chuckled at the mental image, even now. You will demolish him, I’m certain of it. This will scarcely be a challenge, hentai or not.”
While reassuring words were hardly Sister Lucia’s specialty - despite being a nun - they did seem to reach Sister Prudence in some small way, calming her down, making her shoulders sag. By the time one of the crew members came by to give them the signal, she was much closer to her usual intimidating, brutish self.
Sister Prudence cracked her knuckles, rolled her neck, and stepped towards the curtain. ”Let’s get this shit over with.”
A few moments later and the two of them were making their way down the ramp, with Sister Prudence’s extremely ironic scarcely able to drown out the audience’s jeers. Neither of them paid it any real mind, proudly striding forward with their heads held high, the Bible Belt proudly displayed on Sister Lucia’s shoulder.
She made her way around the ring as Sister Prudence hopped on the apron, grabbed the top rope, and catapulted her way inside, landing near the middle of the ring with an impact that shook the foundation. It was hard to read her face under the muddle mask of her hair, but by Sister Lucia’s estimation she seemed more than ready, stone-faced and serious, more than a match for anyone in LAW, as Angel - poor, poor Angel - was about to find out in the hardest way possible.
Sister Prudence, ready for action.
