Who wears the crown- Saori vs Rad-WILD

[Aeri]

Saori vs Rad-WILD

Three ways to Hell Match
Winner is determined once they have made the loser go through a forced ejaculation, came in their mouth, and knocked them out for a 10 count in that order.

Aspen wasn't sure what to expect from LAW- but it certainly was not this. A match with a shortstack Jungle Princess -not that he could talk since he was on the diminutive side too- , some sorta royalty that was tryna hog the name of "Jungle", apparently. Well he couldn't let that stand, but did it have to be in such an.. provocative match? There was no way to avoid his dick being exposed to the crowd.. unless he kept it within her at all times.

"Gah!! Why's LAW administration filled with perverts! Pervs! But im gonna win, just you wait!!"

He could do this! He was Rad-WILD, the rocking, shocking, dashing and explosive new wrestler on the scene- just get Saori in his charms, knock her flat and bang, boom, pow! Game over!

One key point he forgot about though, as he traipsed through the corridors.. he had no charm whatsoever. His theme erupted out of the bleachers, and he kicked the door in, letting out a wild roar!

"RAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!! LAW BETTER BE READY, CAUSE IM GONNA GET WILDDDDDDD!! HEY SAORI!!!!!!! IMMA FUCK YOU UP AND LEAVE YOU RADIOACTIVE!! YOURE GONNA BE CALLIN ME YOUR KING AND YOUR ALPHA!! AWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

With a wild wolf whistle, he'd jump right into the ring- mud pits laced the edges, and tree bark themed turnbuckles lined the ring. There was a woven laurel crown in the middle of the ring, held by the referee, as Aspen strutted around, flexing his biceps. His war paint glimmered a neon green, his figure twisting around and showing off- for a guy, he was quite petite and adorable- but with a good amount of muscle on him!

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Saori had to admit she was a bit nervous about this sort of match, but also was excited too. A gauntlet of a match that pushed a wrestler to their physical and sexual limits, forcing orgasms, taking orgasms, and brutally beating each other unconsciously. She was… kind of nervous. She didn't consider herself much of a sex fighter, but she'd be damned if she was called a coward for avoiding it. Even more so against a guy. She heard a lot about the mixed-gender league, mostly bad things, but despite the rumors and her own nervousness she refused to show hesitation.

Especially after she heard her opponent, actually heard him from her locker room he was so loud. It almost outdid Saori, not to mention the arrogant taunt.
“Oh… Oh, he’s done it now.” She bared her teeth on instinct, the words of her opponent boiling her blood and making her rise with a growl. “I’ll show you!” The moment her opponent’s music faded out hers came in loud and her entrance came even louder as she practically charged onto the stage.

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"GAAAAAAOOOOOOO!" She gave her own warcry, barely needing a mic for her declaration to be heard. "You wannabe wildboy!" She bellowed. "I'M the wild one here, punk! You’re in MY jungle and I’M gonna’ make you into my meal like the prey you are!" She marched down the ramp, her green eyes burning with wild fury as she stomped onto the muddy pit and hopped into the ring. She looked at him, noting his small yet muscular frame, almost a mirror of Saori’s own. It made her bare her teeth at him, marching right into his face and snarling with all the hostility and venom she could manage.

“GRAAAAWR!” She was declaring war.

[Aeri]

Wannabe?? Oh nah- that had gotten Aspen riled up like nobody’s business, his fingers clenched up and his body all ready to rock- Saori, his opponent, a bundle of ferocity, strength and sheer fucking will stormed through the mud and into the ring, getting right up in his face

And BOY was she loud. It was almost like hearing a more girly recording of himself, except she had an accent he didn’t. He’d meet her eyes, noticing both of their war paints were applied in roughly the same pattern.

And then she roared in front of him, causing him to flinch and stumble back a little, her shout breaking his concentration- but he recovered quick.

Bap! Went out his hand, to grip her chest, her thumb scouring her soft, malleable flesh until it found what it was looking for. It pressed down on her nipple, as Aspen grinned at her widely.

“I’m gonna make you go boom! Kaboom! And pow!!! Gonna make it so that by the time we’re done, you’ll be so red you’ve cooked yourself.. call that a Saori Barbecue!

Im the King of the Jungle, Princess! You better believe it! And with non-assets like THESE, you’ve got no chance of dethroning me!”

He continued squishing, taunting her- a sure fire way to rile up any woman.

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At first, Saori smirked at the man's backing away, taking a small step forward and grinning wide as she saw the slight weakness to prey on. Some king… barely a princ- The confident smirk she wore torn into a frown the next moment, her eyes darting down as she saw a rough hand grabbing onto her chest.

She stared, wide-eyed at first, biting her lip as the man poked and prodded at her soft mounds, gritting her teeth once he thumbed over her nipple.

Silence followed. Total silence as the usually loud Saori was dead quiet, eyes only staring blankly at the man’s arm. The referee started to move, tried to start breaking them up before a low rumble was heard.

The low growl from Saori exploded into a shrill snarl. "Oh yeah?" She growled. "Oh YEAH?!" She shoved her head forward, practically headbutting Aspen as she got in his face again, green eyes glowing with angry and violent intent. "I’ll do more than make you go ‘boom’, punk! I’ll make this stupid hand go ‘crack’, ‘pop’, ‘CRUNCH’ when I’m down with you!" She snarled, baring her teeth again in challenge. "C'mon! I'll show what 'non-assets' look like when I've bashed your head in hard enough to make ANY hump look like tits to you!"

[Aeri]

Oh she was pissed- and Aspen was asking for it, honestly. You don’t just straight up grope someone unless they want you to- and you don’t grope your competitor in a match where they’re legally allowed to beat the shit out of you.. until you have a fucking death wish.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have a death wish- but he did have his naïveté.

And- when faced with imminent danger, a forehead pressing against his, anger all packed into a 5 foot something package, absolutely willing to burst out.. he just smeared his palm against her face, pushing it away and giving her an eye roll. Truth be told- he was intimidated as hell but he wasn’t letting it show- not yet at least!

“How about you respect this stupid hand! It’s what’s gonna make you be going “Ah!”, “Mi’lord!” “Ahn!!!” when it’s shoved elbow deep inside your kitty!”

His moaning sounds were incredibly terrible. He really was a virgin, huh? Really not the amazing place for your first time but he wasn’t WILD for no reason! Quite childishly, he’d shove her back, both hands on her shoulders with.. a surprisingly amount of force. While he was behaving quite brattily, the guy had admirable biceps.

“You better try! Otherwise it’d look like I’m fucking some weird, dickless GUY!!”

Dear god he could not stop running his mouth, could he?

DING DING DING!!

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Saori snarled and huffed like an animal, green eyes boring into Aspen like prey even as he pushed her face away. A high-pitch, squealing hiss left her lips as anger heated her up further, her face red from both the attitude and the noises coming from the punk’s mouth. She felt her hips twitch a little at the thought of this punk actually making good on his claim and ravaging her, but immediately hid it with a wrathful snarl before she was shoved back with surprising strength.

She staggered a few steps, but resettled herself just as the bell rang, her eyes immediately shifting into a hostile, violent glare as the battle frenzy took over. “The only thing they’ll remember about YOU is your squirting dick after this, punk!”

She got on all fours, letting out a final snarl before howling loud and wild. “AWOOOOOOO!” Then, she charged, pushing herself on all four limbs right for Aspen for a heavy spear that contained all 99 pounds of her body!

[Aeri]

So by this point, it was super clear that both Saori and Aspen had no lost love between each other- a little lust maybe, but so not friendly. She was most certainly mad at him, but.. honestly, while he thought she was a little cute while hissing at his face, Aspen still backed off. You could tell for a guy that had grown up relatively well, he had a danger sense for these sorta things and Saori was TRIGGERING it.

He slid back, back pedaling towards the turnbuckle as she threatened to make him squirt, which was.. liable to get him a little flustered after this one, but unfortunately, Saori could not savor it cause she drove her whole body into him, crashing him into the ground with the breath knocked out of his lungs- and a surprisingly tight grip on her shoulders, and his knees against her pelvis, and then she realised-

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"Ngh.. augh.. get flipped, little monkey!"

He gripped her and flipped her, slamming her back right into the turnbuckle with a well executed monkey flip, using her momentum and his judo expertise to slam her into the turnbuckle upside down!

[dlamp]

Saori's body sprang like a coil, crashing into Aspen's chest and feeling the satisfaction of air heaving out his lungs on impact. The manic grin on her face was wide as violent intent surged through her. She started to move for a followup, but stiffened, feeling strong hands on her shoulders that she couldn’t pull from. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she let out a snarl at the man's words and actions as the momentum turned against her.

Then, she was skybound.

Arms and limbs helplessly flailed into the air as she scrambled high above before instincts took over, twisting her body before impact to soften the fall by a hair. “Hga-!” While Saori’s smaller body meant a smaller impact, she still bounced and rolled along the ring, dizzily laying at the other side across from her opponent as her forced herself to grab the ropes and push herself up. “You… stupid… punk…” Was all she could mutter out.

[Aeri]

One thing Aspen was good at was bouncing back- meaning he had a pretty solid recovery time. While it did feel like a train had barrelled into his chest, it was one of the smaller trains, and he could.. live. He'd roll himself upwards, eagle eyed targetting Saori in the ring. He lunged. His fingers gripped her by her wrist and shoulder, and Aspen used her own dizzied frame to his advantage to irish whip her into the turnbuckle..

And not letting go! Instead, he actively shoved into her, pressing his frame against hers and crushing her between him and the turnbuckle- although all things considered, he didnt have that much to crush with. Him and Saori were entangled- his lips briefly brushed her nose, and he might have kissed her there.. but nah, it was mostly an accident. He growled right back, whispering in her face..

"If im a punk.. you're a goomba!"

What? For a second it made no sense, but she could feel him.. ascending. Clambering the ropes, he'd go up. Her face aligned with his face, then his chest, then his belly, then just briefly his crotch- actually a bit more than briefly- as he stopped to smile and wave to the crowd, bulge against her face for a second-

and THEN he leapt up, dropping down with a diving stomp/back kick to the small of her back to squash Saori like.. well.. a goomba!

[dlamp]

Saori’s head still spun from the impact she took, the world quickly focusing from its blurry state as she saw her opponent’s smug and cocky face before he snatched her by the wrist. There was little she could do to fight back, still in a daze, still worn from the damage, and still getting her bearings. Her feet were forced to move, her body quickly being pulled and shoved right into the corner.

“Guh!” The hit was enough to set her mind back into focus and the world cleared in an instant, just in time to see the boy’s face close to hers and feel his breath as he taunted, shudder at the slight touch of his lips. Her face turned red in anger as she let out a shrill snarl in disgust. “Shut up!” She spat back, trying to push her own body against his in the brief contact “The hell are you even talking about y-” But the boy decided to answer her question with action, moving up the ropes, lightly grinding his body along hers in the process. She shuddered at the contact, confused at first before realization dawned on her.

She moved right as he hit the top and leapt, bare feet scrambling and kicking forward, making a desperate lunge to dive out of the way of the incoming stomp.