L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The lights in the arena dimmed as The Genitorturers' "Pleasure In Restraint" played through the arena's sound system. The opening drums drew thunderous applause from the capacity crowd, who knew that their beat meant the coming of The Muscle Goddess. A spotlight would be focused on the stage and prepped to follow her, and a camera man would stand at the entrance point, ready to capture a long, loving shot of Gloria Kildahl as she appeared. Introducing her to the viewers at home first from her solid black stocking-covered feet before panning up to the delectable portion of thigh that was left between the stockings and her scandalously low-cut leotard, the generous bust that was contained within, the divine features on her face, most noticeably her smirking lips and the proud blue eyes that surveyed what was to become her new realm, and finishing with the long platinum blonde locks that she had allowed to flow freely for this contest.

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And what a contest this would be: A "Last Hentai Standing Match", it was called. To win, she would have to bring her opponent to such ecstasy that he would be rendered unable to answer to the count of twenty. A simple task for a woman of her standing, but the stipulation was interesting nonetheless. Special. And she deserved special.

The Muscle Goddess stood tall with her hands on her hips after taking those first few steps into the view of her subjects. Then, in following along with the starting riffs of the electric guitar, she would strike a few poses. Flex some of those muscles she'd worked tirelessly for. The display, a perfect mixture of erotic, powerful, and noble, had threatened to send the crowd into a frenzy. Just as expected.

She stepped forth with a royal swagger, complete with some extra sway and bounce in her hips and bust, respectively. After climbing up onto the apron upon reaching the ring, she stopped, and with a crook of her finger, summoned another three camera men who put themselves into position with what appeared to be a rehearsed efficiency to properly capture her gradual steps in between the ropes. One for the T, one for the A, and of course, those long, long legs couldn't be left out either.

Gloria stepped into the ring with her detached sleeve-clad arms raised high at her sides, opening more of her body to view. The crowd ate it right up. After a few moments of this, the Goddess turned to face the stage, standing proudly in the center of the ring with her hands on her hips.

And now to see about this Ishigami Yuto that the management was feeding to her...

The theme that was played next riled up the crowds a little more, as some of them could already know what to expect from this matchup. The wrestler that made his way into the arena, a boy with tanned skin and short light brown hair, dressed in the dark blue three-quarter pants, had his own kind of reputation after all. For those who enjoyed this kind of fights, they could expect an entertaining show, at his expenses, of course.

Yuto

Yuto stood on the ramp for a moment, grinning dryly and waving an arm to the audience in a laid back manner, before he proceeded to walk towards the ring. The boy slid himself under the bottom ropes and stood up, his eyes quickly scanning his would be opponent. The woman was called The Muscle Goddess, and it's certainly a fitting name, at least for the goddess part as she's a real beauty to say the least. Even if she might not be the most muscular woman he ever saw, her presence itself did have that divine vibe.

He's a little nervous as usual, perhaps more than normally he was. It's not an overstatement to say that he's just a sacrificial lamb for this so called goddess, especially with this kind of match stipulations. Some of the crowds were probably already taking bets on how long he'd actually last against an opponent of such caliber.

The ref saw no need to waste anymore time and called both wrestler forward. Yuto couldn't help but to gulp as he stood right in front of Gloria, whose height made her chest lined up just a little lower above his head. Snickers could already be heard from the audiences who were amused by the size difference between the goddess and her opponent, but it's obviously way too late for the boy to back away now.

"Um... hi... please go easy on me... Goddess...?" he greeted her with a wry smile, not particularly successful in acting composed... especially when his opponent's breasts keep entering his sight even if he tried to not to look at it.

Gloria was expecting to see a nice, tall slab of beef appear from backstage. An extraordinary foe that would require some time to break. But instead, she was to face this manlet. On whom she had a whole foot and what looked to be a solid hundred pounds or so.

This wouldn't ruin her night, however. On the contrary, she liked a good snack. And Ishigami was far from hideous. Maybe there was another way he could hang with her for a while.

His meek demeanor and consistent failure to keep his eyes off her breasts told him that it certainly wouldn't be by willpower. But the Goddess was pleased at his initial acknowledgement of her.

"Hmm...You do know your manners, so I suppose you deserve a little kindness."

She raised an arm and extended it towards him, the spread fingers on her hand making it clear that she was looking for a test of strength. Her other hand remaining rested on her hip did the same for how seriously she was taking him as a competitor, causing snickers to evolve into laughter. Gloria had held it together herself, but her shared opinion was written all over her lovely face. "Feel free to use both hands. It wouldn't be too shameful."

It looked like Yuto managed to get in the good side of his opponent, even for a little. That was a start. At the very least he could expect to come out of this match without any serious injury, or so he hoped. What Gloria did afterwards, though, turned his nervous face flushed almost instantly. Well, he kinda half expected someone who called herself a goddess to have this sort of attitude. Still, it's a little embarrassing nonetheless, especially when the crowds were also laughing at him.

"...much appreciated, I guess..." he glanced away before raising his arms up.

The referee, who's also snickering, then signaled for the bell to be rang, and once it's done, Yuto inched closer towards his opponent. A part of him kinda hoped that if Gloria was looking down so much, she might have left an opening or two which he could capitalize. He just had to endure with any ridiculing that came his way.

The boy used both his hands, knowing fully well that trying to act tough against an opponent like this would only fasten his already doomed fate. He seized Gloria's extended hand and began to try pushing her, while trying to look for an opening that he could use.

Now this was curious. Most in his position, both male and female, would be doing their damnedest to overpower her with just the one hand. But Ishigami? Didn't even hesitate to use both. If for nothing else, the blonde amazon had to commend him for that. Such a simple bait, with the crowd and even the referee playing into it, but this man faced the demeaning challenge with no ego.

Gloria switched to a proper stance and dug in her heels to meet his effort with the respect it deserved. Sort of. She was still using one hand. But with some sleight, it would be all she needed.

After pushing against him for a few moments, she would suddenly step to the side and give him a strong tug to bring him stumbling forwards. If he fell for it, she would snatch him up from behind. Hook a leg over his thigh and behind the knee, weigh him down into a squatted position, get an arm tucked securely underneath hers, and bring the other around front to clasp her fingers together for leverage in the punishing abdominal stretch.

It's not surprising for Yuto that he still struggled to overpower Gloria even if she only used an arm. The Muscle Goddess clearly wasn't just a name for show. He already thought about changing his approach, but unfortunately for him, his opponent one upped him first. The boy yelped as he was yanked strongly, causing him to stumble forward unbalanced. Then, before he could even steady himself, Gloria already moved behind him, springing her trap on the unaware boy who was quickly caught in the abdominal stretch hold.

"W-wha...?! Ugh...!" Yuto groaned and squirmed, fruitlessly.

He tried to pry her arms away, but their strength difference was made more obvious now. The poor boy could barely loosen the hold, and the longer he was trapped by his opponent, the more his strength being zapped by her...

And to that effect, Gloria gave him a good wrench so the pain would pound that reality into his pretty little head.

She leaned in close, letting out a sinister chuckle that evoked the image of a predator who had her kill firmly within her grasp. "Oh no, little fly, it's over for you now. You are not going anywhere unless I allow it." Another good, lengthy stretch to emphasize the fact even further. She continued on after letting up. "But again, you've earned a little kindness; more after that effort you just made, as pitiful as it was. You were the first to cast your male ego aside and actually give it your all. Commendable."

As Gloria complemented him, two fingers of her free hand would walk along his body, carrying her hand down to his waistline. "A new record that I'd like to repay with another: How would you like to try for 'Quickest Load Blown'?" A purely rhetorical question. Ishigami was the one being stretched out, and after a few seconds, he would also be the one who just had his pants invaded.

His opinion did not matter. She'd take hold of his member and get started.

"N-nggh... t-that's..." Yuto would like to argue that he can still put up some fight, but the fact that he remained trapped within the goddess' clutch made him decide not to finish the statement that he couldn't back up. "Arrgg..."

What his opponent said afterwards made him twitch and blush. As if this situation wasn't bad enough for him. Not only Gloria was looking to assert physical dominance, but she's also going to embarrass him further by making him look like a quickshot! She clearly didn't care for his opinion either as her fingers already invading his pants before he answered her, which made his response became something else, namely a soft moan.

"O-oohh... n-no... w-wait... d-don't... nggh..."

He protested while still grimacing in pain, one of his hands reached for Gloria's arm, but of course he's unable to pull it away. And by doing so, he's pretty much given up on the attempt to free herself from her hold as there's no way he could loosen her strong grip with just one hand.

Gloria was happy to let his strained words fall on deaf ears at first. As they began to melt into moans, she figured that he was starting to get along with the program. Not that it would spare him from pain entirely, of course. Worshippers of The Muscle Goddess have come to expect a certain brand of domination from her, and she would be remiss if she didn't provide it for them.

And then his second attempt at a sentence happened.

"No." That's a paddlin'.

"Wait." That's a paddlin'.

"Don't." That's a paddlin'.

Or at least, they would be if the words hadn't come out so weakly that even she couldn't stretch them into sounding like orders somehow. To say nothing of not actually having a paddle at hand as well. But...

Trying to pull her hand away from his cock? Ooh, better believe that's a paddlin'. But a nice, deep wrenching would have to do. "Now, isn't that curious? A toy that talks before you pull its string. I wonder, how much stretching will I have to do to fix this malfunction?"

She started jerking him faster. "You appear to have the delusion that you're your own being, and that just won't do, Mr. Manlet!" He wasn't quite alive down there just yet, but the point had to be made. And she would, while sporting a wicked grin. "You seem to be a little sensitive about this in particular. But it's mine." She would let go in order to move her hand to his balls and give them a tender massage, adding more to this cocktail of pain and pleasure. "These too, along with the rest of you. Mine. Understand?"

"Aaaghh...!" the wrenching made Yuto groaned and squirmed a little, but as Gloria then also jerked him faster, the noise that came out from his mouth quickly replaced with moans again. "...I'm n-not... a t-tooouhh...!"

Her words, demeaning as they were, ultimately becoming fuel to his submissive side which was emerging in an alarming pace. His struggling already ceased a little by little, and when Gloria moved her hand from his throbbing shaft to his balls, the boy twitched and froze for a moment. The hint might be subtle, but he was quick to take it when it's given on certain parts. He didn't want to agree with what the goddess claimed, but he also knew better than to argue with her at this particular situation.

"Y-yes... uh..."