Madeline Christiansen vs. Ishigami Yuto - Thorns into Roses

[Lightman]

Match Type: Hentai Last Man Standing

Victory Conditions: Achieved when the opponent is unable to answer the ten count after suffering an orgasm.

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And here she thought that management was taking the right steps.

The bright lights of the LAW Arena beamed down on Madeline Christiansen as she stood inside the ring, rolling her shoulders and stretching out her arms with slow, deliberate motions. The scent of rose and the magenta lighting lingered in the air, blending with the electric anticipation of the Tokyo crowd. Around her, the Tokyo crowd buzzed with excitement, eager to see the next chapter unfold in the next match. For Madeline, however, that excitement was not mutual.

She flexed her fingers, exhaling through her nose as she finished her warm-up routine, her emerald-green eyes briefly glancing toward the entrance ramp. Ishigami Yuto. The name barely stirred anything in her mind beyond mild disinterest. Madeline had faced men before in LAW—Ryu, Senji, Hiroyuki—men who, despite ultimately falling to her, had at least presented something resembling a challenge. They had made her try to work for her victories, had given her moments of struggle that made triumph all the sweeter.

Yuto, however? His record spoke for itself. Loss after loss, failure after failure. She had done her research, watched the footage, and she had seen little to convince her that tonight would be any different. She gave an underwhelming sigh, her hands resting on her hips. This wasn’t the match she had been craving.

Not that she had an issue facing men—she welcomed it. It was the challenge she sought, the thrill of going up against someone who could push her to her limits and force her to dig deeper into her arsenal. But from what she had seen, what she had heard, Yuto would not be that. His name was synonymous with failure in LAW, and the thought of having to put him down like all the others felt less like a battle and more like a foregone conclusion.

It was all unsporting. Unfair, even.

Her attire, a striking combination of black and magenta, clung to her athletic frame like a second skin, the intricate lace patterns along her right leg a stark contrast to the sheer dominance she exuded. She adjusted the fingerless gloves that wrapped around her hands, a habit more than anything, before tossing a lock of chestnut-brown hair over her shoulder.

The English Rose had come to Tokyo to prove a point. To show, once again, why she was not just another competitor, but the competitor. She wanted resistance. She wanted someone who would fight tooth and nail to stay on their feet, to test the thorns of the English Rose and see just how deep they could cut. But deep down, she already knew and accepted the simple fact—Yuto wouldn’t be that man.

This wasn’t a match. It was a formality. A warm-up before the real challenges began. Partly why Madeline requested to shake things up. Going from Hentai Endurance to Hentai Last Man Standing. Switching up the formula, as they say.

Rolling her neck from side to side, she settled back into her corner, one hand resting against the turnbuckle as she leaned in slightly, her emerald gaze fixed on the ramp. Whatever happened, she would make this look good. If Yuto wanted to prove he belonged in this ring with her, the ball is on his court to earn it.

And if he didn’t? Well, she had no issue making an example out of him.

[Lico]

Soon enough, Yuto's theme began to play on the speakers, and the boy then made his appearance on the ramp with his

. The crowds' reaction was just the usual, mock cheers and whistles, mixing with some teasing remarks. He just smiled wryly and shrugged them off as he made his way towards the ring.

For once he's not pitted up against a newcomer, but not like it changed anything. At least he could expect a tough encounter from the start rather than the uncertainty of how good his opponent would be. He slipped himself under the ropes and got back to his feet, waving an arm to the audience before giving a little nod to the woman on the corner. She's taller than him, and above all looked stunning like most women in this league. So far it's nothing out of the norm, but given that he's barely given information about his opponent as usual, he could only guess how things would unfold once the bell rang.

In any case, Yuto did some stretching after he settled in his corner, his eyes kept scanning on Madeline's alluring form, somewhat subtly. He doubted she'd mind too much being ogled at, given the nature of this match, but he always tried to be courteous to his opponent at first. As the ref called both competitors to the center of the ring to explain the rules, he gave her a rather nervous smile. The stipulations didn't seem to different that the stuffs he had done before, so he paid more attention to the woman in front of him rather than the official.

"Um, let's have a good match," he'd say once the ref stopped talking.

[Lightman]

Madeline had seen Yuto before. Only in passing, of course—on screens backstage, in highlight reels, in clips floating around social media. He had something of a reputation, though not one that particularly impressed her. The boy had heart, that much was clear, but he was more often than not a plaything in matches like these, a canvas for his opponents to paint their dominance upon.

Now, standing in front of him in the ring, getting a full, unobstructed look at him, her assessment changed little.

He was cute, in a soft sort of way, with that nervous smile and his uncertain posture. He wasn’t bad-looking—far from it—but he lacked presence. There was no real fire in his eyes, no *bite* in his stance. He was just… there.

A toy waiting to be played with.

Madeline did notice the way his gaze lingered on her, how his eyes kept trailing over her form even as he tried to be subtle about it. It was adorable, in a way. Predictable. She didn’t mind it, of course—why would she? She knew what she looked like, knew what kind of effect she had, and if Yuto’s already distracted before the match even started?

Well, that only made things easier.

As the referee finished explaining the rules, Yuto finally found his voice, his words coming out in that same hesitant, polite tone. Madeline tilted her head, her emerald eyes gleaming with something amused, something playful.

"You don’t sound so sure about that." she purred, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "You mean you want a good match compared to your last showings?" She leaned in slightly, just enough to close the space between them, her voice dropping to something silken.

"Although, I was under the impression you were enjoying them…Unless you suddenly had a change of heart?" She wasn’t asking. She was teasing.

Because, truth be told? She already knew the answer.

[Lico]

Madeline's reply made Yuto paused for a moment. Somehow he felt like he should say something back to her. It wasn't out of pride or anything like that, but her taunting did give him a little itch to scratch. From what the woman said, it seemed that she already did some research on him, something that he never really did himself. Mostly so he didn't have to put up too much expectation of his opponents, which would make his fights more thrilling, like going through a movie or a game without being spoiled before hand. Obviously that's not how a competitive wrestler should operate, but he's not here to chase some belt and the likes anyways.

"Well... I do enjoy my time here in the league, regardless of the results..." he glanced away for a moment, a little embarrassed mentioning the last word of his sentence. "If I'm not so sure that'd be because I haven't known you too well, Madeline-san, our first meeting and all... I do hope that I can give the crowds a better show every time."

For some, a "good match" most likely referred to the results, while for Yuto it's the whole experience on the ring. After all he got to meet plenty of beautiful women and making people happy, be it's his opponent, the crowds, and even himself. He couldn't really ask for more could he? Yuto wasn't sure when he started thinking like this, but admittedly, it allowed him to enjoy this somewhat peculiar career path.

Before too long, the referee gave the signal for the match to start and the bell rang soon after. Yuto raised his arms up for a grappling stance, and he'd cautiously approach Madeline to initiate a lockup. She seemed to have a physical advantage over him, but he had his shares going into a lockup with much bigger opponents. Most of the times, the results were unsurprising to the crowds, but perhaps this could be one of the rare chance where he could pull a little surprise?

[Lightman]

Madeline’s emerald gaze flickered with amusement as Yuto spoke, his words carrying that unshakable sincerity she expected from him. There was something almost refreshing about it—his lack of pretension, his willingness to simply be in the moment without the weight of ambition dragging him down. That kind of attitude had its place, she supposed, but in a league like LAW? It was an open invitation for predators to pounce.

And she is one of them.

“Enjoyment is all well and good,” she mused, rolling her shoulders in a languid stretch, her toned frame flexing beneath the arena lights. “But you do realise that this league feeds on results, don’t you? There are plenty of people like yourself that they can pick from. But there's not that many that are like me~.” Her lips curled into something just shy of a smirk. “You may be satisfied simply being part of the show, but I’d rather be the one stealing it.”

The words were sharp but not cruel, spoken with the kind of effortless confidence that only came from experience. She had faced men like him before—idealists, optimists, ones who took their losses with a shrug instead of seething frustration. Yuto doesn’t understand it yet, she thought, watching him settle into a grappling stance. But he will.

Then came the bell.

Yuto moved forward cautiously, arms raised, inviting her into the classic lock-up that the crowd had likely seen a thousand times before. A traditional start, a predictable one. But Madeline had no intention of playing by expectations.

The moment he committed to closing the distance, she exploded into action.

Rather than meeting him in the test of strength he was offering, she took a sharp step to the side, her movement precise and efficient. Her right arm shot forward—not to grapple, but to snake around the back of his neck in a swift collar tie, yanking his upper body down toward her level. At the same time, her left hand pressed against his elbow, controlling his arm while her foot slid behind his, threatening to break his balance.

A snap-down. Classic, effective, and a staple of any seasoned grappler’s arsenal.

Madeline didn’t try to muscle him down outright—she didn’t need to. Instead, she let gravity do the work, using Yuto’s own momentum against him. If he wasn’t quick enough, he’d find himself forced to his knees, his position instantly compromised.

Her voice was silk and steel as she leaned in, the barest hint of amusement lacing her words. “Come now, Yuto—surely you weren’t expecting me to play nice?”

The crowd stirred, already sensing the shift in control. And Madeline? She was just getting started.

[Lico]

The kind of confidence that Madeline radiated was something Yuto had seen many times in his opponents, and he had to admit It had its own charm and making her even more appealing. While what she said was true, it seemed that the management didn't really care much about his results - as evident by how he's still around despite his records. That's good enough for him, as he's aware of his own abilities.

With the match underway, he's curious how Madeline would fight. Was she the type to burst forward and try to overwhelm her prey? Or was she the more calculating type who'd let him walk into her trap. Some wrestlers were easier to guess, but her? Not so much. The only thing he could do was to dip his feet and see if he'd get swept away instantly or not.

Turned out, it's the later, as the sudden yanking from Madeline disrupted his balance and made him almost fell onto his knees.

"Ugh... one can always hope..." he half jested in response to her taunting.

It was a move he rarely encountered before, so Yuto was caught off guard rather easily. He squirmed and try to back away before she could bring him down to the mats, but it didn't look like he'd have much success doing that. With retreating wasn't really an option, it seemed that the only way was to move forward, or so he thought. The boy tried to pull himself away again, or at least making it looked like he's going to, before he lowered himself on purpose and attempted a short dash. His aim was to seize one of Madeline's legs, so he could swing his leg and hook it behind one of hers for a takedown attempt. It was a long shot given the position, though, and chances were his opponent only needed to shift her stance or something to deal with it.

[Lightman]

Madeline had seen this before—the split-second decision made by an outmatched opponent, the realisation that retreat was impossible and that the only hope lay in charging forward. It was a commendable instinct, but one that often led straight into the jaws of a more experienced grappler. And that was exactly where Yuto was heading.

She felt his weight shift, the brief slack in his resistance before he dropped his level, feinting another escape. Clever. If she had focused too much on controlling his upper body, his sudden lunge at her legs could have caught her off guard. That, and if she was a total rookie. Instead, her instincts reacted before thinking, her years of training guiding her as she adjusted.

Rather than stand firm and risk being upended, Madeline moved, stepping her right leg back just as Yuto’s arms reached for it. At the same time, she sprawled her weight downward, hands shooting to his shoulders to guide his momentum into the mat instead of into her. It was a simple counter—one that relied more on positioning than power, allowing her to stay upright while denying him the grip he needed for a successful takedown.

And yet, she wasn’t content with merely defending. With Yuto now lower than her, his centre of gravity momentarily vulnerable, Madeline sought to capitalise. Her left leg shot forward, aiming to hook over his shoulder to shift the struggle into a front headlock position. If she secured it, she would have complete control over his posture, a grappler’s dream scenario. But she also knew better than to assume victory so soon. Yuto was fast, unpredictable, but was he fast enough to see the trap in time before she could tighten her hold? That remains to be seen.

[Lico]

Yuto's hand fell short of reaching Madeline's leg as she expertly dealt with his offense. He wasn't really surprised by it, but when his opponent made her counter right away, it did caught him off guard. He was pushed down further, and before he managed to back away, she pulled him into the front headlock!

Ack...! Crap... he thought while squirming around in an attempt to make it difficult for Madeline to fully lock the hold.

All he's doing was just delaying the inevitable and he's aware of that, but Yuto also lacked the option that could get him out of this situation. He decided to gamble by trying to roll to the side, hopefully dragging Madeline with his momentum and bringing both of them to the mats. Even if he managed to do that, though, there's no guarantee that he could escape her clutch if she held onto him firmly or reacted faster than him.

[Lightman]

Madeline felt the shift in Yuto’s body almost before it fully formed into action, the subtle twitch in his core as he tried to resist the inevitability of her control. He was doing well to make himself difficult to handle, squirming just enough to complicate the headlock’s finality, but she had spent too many hours refining her grip—too many training sessions spent mastering the art of turning frantic resistance into something she could use.

His roll came as no surprise. A desperate bid, but a smart one. A less seasoned grappler might have panicked, tried to wrench him back into place, but Madeline? She flowed. As he kicked into motion, trying to drag her down with him, she let him—at least, in the way she chose. Instead of resisting outright, she adjusted her grip, tightening the front headlock while shifting her weight, ensuring that if they were going to the mats, it was going to be on her terms.

Her legs sprawled as they hit the ground, a practiced motion keeping her from being dragged into a disadvantaged position. One knee found the mat, her other leg posting outward, a perfect brace to control the descent. If Yuto thought hitting the canvas would loosen her hold, he was mistaken—her grip cinched, her forearm pressing snug against his neck, her own body acting as an anchor that refused to budge.

“Rolling out of this?” Her voice carried a teasing lilt, though there was a challenge hidden beneath it, the edge of a smirk dancing on her lips. “Awww. How adorable.” Whether he realised it or not, he had options. None that are good, but options nonetheless.

[Lico]

Yuto was able to roll, but in the end it only solidified Madeline's control over him. The hold only got tighter and now he really didn't see a way out of this. Her teasing tone made him twitched a little, feeling a little tingling sensation that came from being slightly frustrated at how she's been easily dealing with all his attempt to escape her. It's like he's a fly that only get trapped further in a spider's web with every move he made.

"Nnnggg..." the boy let out a quiet whine, still squirming, his hands now trying to loosen her arms as he's growing more desperate.

As it was, he didn't have the strength to break her hold, and moving around didn't work either. In the meantime, his failed struggles as well as her lock only making him grow weaker. He needed to think of something, but unfortunately, time wasn't on his side.