L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Rules

Hentai Submission & Hentai match: Submission rules apply while hentai moves are allowed.

Beatrix Reynolds

The interval between matches at LAW arena was an interesting one. The staff worked diligently in order to have the main scenario up and shining after one match so the next contestants could fight out in the best conditions. In the meanwhile, the crowd wouldn’t lose its enthusiasm, with thousands of people chanting now and then and being roused for the upcoming match. From the backstage a woman looked at the scene while she felt a knot growing in her stomach. The woman was Beatrix Reynolds and she was just about to debut in LAW as a wrestler even if her mind wasn’t completely at ease. It wasn’t as if she dread the situation, but the blonde had to admit that the crash-course she got in wrestling and some jiu-jitsu hadn’t fully cemented her fighting style. So far she had only faced her coaches in combat and in pretty controlled environments. Now the safety net was gone, so to say. She was going to the test of fire and that made her feel a little scared.

Bea let out a long sigh while she remembered the words of reassurance the LAW staff gave her when she went to get her out of the locker room. “Don’t panic. No one comes very bruised from their debut. Also, you’re gonna face a cute as hell guy, so get out there and enjoy yourself!”, she had said. Bea considered that statement. It was pretty ironic that the part of the woman’s words aimed at making her feel good were the ones making her unease. No matter how cute her rival was, Beatrix had expected to face a woman for her debut since she found more comfort and safety in the idea of sensually exposing herself to a female rival, but things were as they were and she couldn’t change that.

After some time that fell like just an instant for Bea, the lights dimmed and the announcer started introducing her as the debutant and first contestant for the next match. Taking a deep breath, Bea took her cue and made her appearance. She was wearing a rather simple but elegant skintight blue and white leotard complimented with some thigh-high spandex white boots. Her attire was perfectly cut to make her curves and body shine and to say that Bea was anything less than incredible wearing it would be an utter lie. From the very first time it got its sight on her, the crowd reacted accordingly to Beatrix, showing support for the debutant while whistling or chanting. Beatrix made a pretty modest entrance, walking elegantly as she made in all the galas she was forced to go in a previous life. She knew very well that none of those people knew anything about her but her physique, but in their honesty laid some charm. Hearing those people reacting so positively about her felt… strangely nice.

Upon reaching the ring, Bea unintentionally made a show of herself making it between the middle and top rope which highlighted her legs and butt getting the crowd’s approval once again before she would feel bold enough to blow a kiss to each one of the corners of the stadium making everyone roar a last time before her entrance theme subsided and Beatrix carefully stretched while she looked at the ramp, waiting for her rival to appear while still wondering what kind of dude would he be.

"Shit, Hentai matches again... When did I sign up for this perverted crap? Oh wait, I did." He complains lowly, running a hand through his messy red locks as he paces behind the curtain. Ivan takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Okay, focus Ivan. Just gotta get through this, collect the paycheck, and keep moving forward. It's not ideal but it's a job." He says to himself, his expression softening slightly in resolve. His dignity is just dying like a bitch, no biggie. When the announcer calls out his name, Ivan straightens up, adjusts his outfit, a simple pair of heavy duty pants but flexible and a pair of heavy boots, and steps into the light, ready to put on a show. As he makes his entrance, he flashes a cocky grin at the crowd, flexing his muscles for their amusement. Once in the ring, he approaches the turnbuckle and leaps onto it, striking a pose to soak in the adoration of the audience.

Ivan hops off the ropes, strutting over to where Beatrix stands opposite him. He offers her a respectful nod and a smile. "Hey there, looking sharp tonight," he comments, taking a moment to appreciate her attractive outfit before meeting her gaze directly.

"You nervous, newbie?" Ivan asks with a teasing lilt, trying to put her at ease with a bit of playful banter. He cracks his knuckles, flexing his fingers in anticipation of the match ahead. "Just remember, I'll go easy on ya... unless you make me wanna get rough," he adds with a wink, his competitive spirit starting to ignite. Ivan's eyes glimmer with excitement, eager to see what Beatrix brings to the table.

Finally, there he was. Beatrix took a couple deep breaths in order to compose herself and control her nerves while she looked at the figure that was slowly becoming larger as her rival approached to the stage. The numerous giant screens allowed her to get an early peek to a young, maybe her age, handsome man rocking a toned body and a confident smirk in his face. The crowd was pretty supportive to him too, and given the fact Ivan was no debutant that meant that the people standing and cheering for him knew of his reputation as a wrestler, something Bea couldn’t have any insight to. He also had some taste for show as it was made apparent when he roused the crowd after entering the ring. In some way, it taught Bea some things about how making a powerful entrance could get the crowd on one’s side.

When Ivan finished his entrance and addressed Beatrix the blonde’s heart almost skipped a beat. He gave some sort of compliment to her looks and Bea without noticing crossed her arms over her chest as some sort of defense against his gaze, but her own eyes wouldn’t leave her rival’s body. Ivan looked good and was fit, but something in him hinted that he still lacked some weight to his muscles to shine bright, something Bea could use to her favor. Without giving her any time to react he went for a new statement that was half teasing and half a challenge. Beatrix would be more than thankful for someone going easy on her on her debut, but she was too proud to admit that, even more against a confident man like Ivan. “Hmph” Beatrix snorted without knowing what to respond.

The referee quickly checked on them and with the ringing of the bell the match was on. Beatrix didn’t know how to initiate the contact. She was pretty sure that Ivan could overpower her in a test of strength, so instead she tried with some speed. The blonde rushed to her rival and attempted to grab his legs for a double leg takedown. The movement was decently executed, but left the debutant quite open for retaliation or countering.

Ivan watches as Beatrix charges towards him, her plan to take him down evident in her determined stride. He stands his ground, meeting her momentum head-on. As she attempts to grab his legs, Ivan reaches down, clasping her waist firmly with both hands. With a swift motion, he hoists her up and over, using her momentum against her. Beatrix finds herself airborne, suspended momentarily as Ivan lifts her in a vertical suplex.

The crowd gasps in awe at the display of raw power. Ivan holds her aloft for a brief moment, savoring the reaction before slamming her back down to the mat with a resounding thud. Ivan quickly drops down, pinning her shoulders to the mat. The referee slaps the mat.

"One!"

"Two!"

It looked like in her haste to prove herself to everyone Bea had left her own defense quite open, and before she could lock and execute that pretty basic but effective jiu-jitsu move she was taught just weeks ago her rival got his hands around her waist and turned all her momentum against her. “W-wha-!” Before she could notice or do anything to counter Ivan’s move, Beatrix’s world became upside down. The deed was done in less than a second, but that moment dilated in the debutant’s perception, who had time to mentally process what was going on but couldn’t send her body any signal to try and prevent it from happening.

With a powerful thud Beatrix went down to Ivan’s vertical suplex. All air escaped her body in an instant and the blonde had trouble reacting, making her body move. She had taken several hits during her crash course, but the main difference was that there she was training and always knew where the hit was coming from and when. This was her first taste for combat, and one that was being a hard pill to swallow.

Without losing any time Ivan quickly bent over Bea and pinned her shoulders to the mat while the blonde still had trouble sending her body the order to move. The referee instantly started the count which managed to reach two before Beatrix could even react. After just one move and just seconds of match was she done already? Was she going to fall that easily in her debut? That would have been a disaster! Yeah, she didn’t care much about the wrestling world yet, but she wasn’t going to throw away her shot at a better life like that. “Noo!” With renewed strength and resolve, Beatrix broke the pin just instants before the third slap reached the mat, quickly rolling over to get some distance and recover from that first blow that almost takes her out.

Ivan smirks as he hears Beatrix's frustrated cry, pleased with his swift takedown. However, her sudden roll catches him off guard, giving her precious seconds to regain composure. He scrambles to his feet, readying himself for her next move.

"Impressive break, newbie," he praises with a wink, "but don't think that'll save you."

As Beatrix rises, Ivan circles her, sizing her up. He notices the determination in her eyes, a spark that suggests she won't go down without a fight. Ivan respects that.

Ivan takes off at a sprint, closing the distance between them rapidly. As he nears, he swings his arm back, preparing to unleash a lariat around Beatrix's neck. The crowd cheers as they anticipate the move, sensing the intensity escalating.

With some quick reflexes despite her predicament Bea managed to roll over and get some much needed distance. The debutant really needed that space to recover from what was a more painful than expected hit so she could start thinking about fair retaliation. Ivan didn’t look that eager to leave Beatrix be though, and reacted to the woman’s retreat with a sly wink and a snarky remark. There it was again, ‘newbie’. Ivan was downplaying her because of her inexperience and that made Beatrix’s blood boil inside her. She was now more resolved than ever to show that man what she was capable of, but it was meant to be as the red-haired guy quickly ran at her and before Bea could react she was feeling on her neck the sting of pain, falling on her back while covering the affected area with her arms while she rolled in a vain attempt to mitigate the pain she was feeling. Her debut was proving to be a much harsher experience than what she expected, the true pain of wrestling being too much for her inexperienced body.

Seeing Beatrix fall victim to the lariat, Ivan plants his foot on her chest, pinning her to the mat as he applies extra pressure on her neck. "That's gotta smart, huh? Didn't expect such a soft target," he teases, grinning lightheartedly down at her as the crowd roars its approval.

Ivan holds the submission for a moment longer before releasing, allowing Beatrix some breathing room.

Seizing the opportunity, Ivan leaps into the air, his powerful legs propelling him forward. As he descends, he twists his torso, aiming his elbow straight for Beatrix's exposed chest. The crowd gasps in anticipation of the brutal impact.

THUD!

Ivan's elbow smashes into Beatrix's breasts with merciless force, causing her to yelp in pain. The rebound sends shockwaves through Ivan's arm, but he barely flinches, his confidence growing with each successful maneuver.

He rises, towering over Beatrix's writhing form, a cocky smile spreading across his face. "Getting used to this yet, newbie?" he taunts, already planning his next move.

Beatrix’s immediate response to the lariat she got to the chest would have been the same she did in her training, to roll over and get up so she could recover. However, in this real-fight scenario there were a couple of factors preventing her from doing so. One was the pain and strain she was feeling in her body from the heavy hitting, and the second and most obvious one was Ivan’s foot pressing against her upper chest and neck area. “Urk… let go!-” As if complying with Beatrix’s demand Ivan raised her foot and Bea got a much needed mouthful of fresh air just before it was all forced out of her when Ivan dropped with his elbow on her chest area. “Iaagh!!” Beatrix let out a short but sharp yelp of pain before rolling to her side, wapping her arms around herself in an attempt to protect her pained area from more pain.

It totally looked like Beatrix was losing steam at a quite fast pace, but then Ivan went for some more teasing, throwing that ‘newbie’ tag he had labeled Bea with, and that rekindled some of the debutant’s fire. She didn’t like feeling downplayed like that, and it gave her just the energy she needed to slowly get back on her feet. “Just… shut up...” she said in between pants with a look of resolve in her eyes. She decided to try speed once again. Remembering her training, Bea would break the distance between them and quickly throw a couple chops to his chest, but that was just the beginning before she could charge a side kick against his stomach.

Ivan grits his teeth as Beatrix's rapid-fire chops strike his chest, the impacts resonating through his torso. But he doesn't buckle under the assault, his well-defined pectorals absorbing the blows like a shield. A fierce grin crosses his face; he thrives on pain.

When the sidekick connects, Ivan seizes the opportunity, latching onto Beatrix's leg with a firm grip. He yanks her closer, pulling her off balance.

Ivan's hands tighten around Beatrix's leg, pulling her in closer into his grasp. He senses her precarious balance, and with lightning speed, he unleashes a barrage of rapid-fire hammer fists, targeting the sensitive crown of her skull. Each impact reverberates through her frame, forcing her remaining knee to buckle beneath her.