Stormy Debut: Ororo VS Ivan

[MR. Q]

Hentai Submission Match
Win by Hentai Submission only
POW stipulations

The fluorescent lights of LAW's backstage corridor hummed overhead as Ivan made his way toward the locker rooms, hands tucked casually in his pockets. His mind was already drifting toward the post-match protein shake waiting for him when something caught his attention—a door left ajar.

His blue eyes flickered sideways, catching sight of Ororo's locker room entrance. Open just enough for curiosity to tug at him. Then he saw it—folded neatly on the nearby counter, a leotard that matched her ring attire perfectly.

A slow smirk spread across his face.

The hell, might as well make things interesting.

Without hesitation, Ivan pushed the door open wider with a soft creeeak and stepped inside. The sound of running water from the attached bathroom immediately filled his ears.

His gaze drifted toward the bathroom door, then back to that folded outfit on the mirror. He left that room with a bundle in his arms.

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The lights of the arena darkened, enveloping the crowd in black before the strobe lights flashed to life. Flashing with the roaring sound of a thunderclap over the speakers.



More thunder crashes played with lyrics.

Thunder (ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)



Thunder (ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)



Thunder (ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)



Thunder (ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)



Thunder (ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)



Thunder (ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)

THUNDER



THUNDER


THUNDER



THUNDER

Walking out on to the stage was tonight’s debutee for LAW. Newcomer, Ororo the Storm!

She bore her cloak made for her ring entrance. However instead of the attire she had worn and plan to wear tonight, she was wearing a pair of lacy purple bra and panties! Despite the obvious attempt to embarrass her on her debut, Ororo didn’t let it show.

Instead, she put a hand on her hip and held her arms out. The sounds of thunder crashing and the lights above flashing like bolts of lightning. It drove the audience insane from her beauty and the awesomeness of her aesthetic before she strutted to the ring. An aura of confidence with a regal atmosphere despite the sensual sway of her hips as she traversed to the squared fighting stage.

She climbed up the apron, stepping between the ropes as her theme died down and she took off her cloak before walking to her corner and waiting for her opponent.

[MR. Q]

The crowd erupted into a frenzy as Ororo made her entrance. Ivan watched from behind the curtain, leaning against the concrete wall with his arms crossed. A smirk played on his lips as thunder rumbled through the arena speakers.

This is gonna be fun, he thought, pushing off the wall.

Ivan stepped out onto the ramp, his red hair dampened slightly from his own recent shower, still in it's usual unruly style. His blue eyes scanned the crowd with practiced disinterest even as they roared their approval and displeasure at his presence.

He descended the ramp. Unlike Ororo's theatrical entrance, Ivan's was more raw—shirtless with his muscular torso glistening under the stage lights, wrestling shorts hanging low on his hips.

Reaching the apron, he grabbed the top rope and pulled himself up with casual strength, dropping down into the ring with barely a sound. His boots hit the mat as he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, already warming up.

Then his gaze locked onto Ororo in her corner, and that smirk widened into something predatory.

Ivan's smirk turned into a full-blown grin as his eyes traveled deliberately down Ororo's frame—the lacy purple bra struggling to contain her curves, the matching panties leaving little to imagination beneath the bright stage lights.

"Well, well," he called out loud enough for both the crowd and her to hear, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Looks like someone forgot to bring a change of clothes."

"But hey, I'm not complaining," Ivan continued, his tone turning crueler. "Gives me something nice to look at while I fuck that pretty ass of yours." His blue eyes gleamed with mischief and something darker—anticipation.

"You know what kind of match we're in, right? Hentai submission?" His grin widened. "I've got a feeling you're looking forward for tonight."

The crowd went absolutely wild at his words.