L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Hentai Handicap Match: 2v1 Match. The tag team must make the solitary wrestler cum twice to win. The wrestler fighting alone has to make each one of the rivals cum once, which would eliminate that one. Standard tag rules apply.

Esmé Ravel - Astarte

It was a pretty important day for Esmé Ravel. The blonde had been in a pleasure and thrill-seeking spree for so long, since she divorced and moved to Japan. For some time some stuff worked but nothing stook, that until she learnt about sex-wrestling. She joined a minor league and spent a good chunk of time there, but not soon later she had become too big a fish for that tank: always the same rivals, the same arenas, the same kind of matches. It was all deemed to change now, it was her big day. The blonde had reached LAW and now she was bound to become Astarte, a Goddess of War and Sensuality. She was wearing an attire deemed for someone with that name: a leathery red leotard with a cutout on her back that fit her like a glove, showing her curvy body in a pretty suggestive way. Esmé waited in the gorilla position, waiting for the announcer to start introducing her.

“Coming next is a handicap hentai match. Our first contestant is also a debutant. With 6’1” of height and 178lbs of weight, we have The Goddess of War and Sensuality! Astaaaaaarteeeeee!!!”

Entrance music

The lights dimmed with the exception of a spotlight pointing at the entrance ramp’s beginning. Just as Esmé’s theme started echoing through the arena her entrance crew arrived next to her. She had picked all of them by hand, strong-looking men who were wearing tight pants and no shirts on them, showing their muscular chest. The four men moved to the sides of a pompous chair and Esmé sat on it. This was her throne and the men her carriers. The men got the throne on their shoulders and started walking. All the way down the ramp and to the ring Astarte basked in cheers at her extravagant display but heed no attention to the crowd or interacted with it. Instead she remained sitting with her legs crossed and a smirk on her face. When she arrived to the ringside the four men put the throne down and one of them offered her a hand to help her get up. Dismissing the carriers, Esmé slipped between the ropes where she basked in the admiration of the crowd once more before resting elegantly against her corner in wait for her rivals for the night. The Goddess had arrived and everything was about to change. She would only accept the utmost of devotions.

The Green Machine

Neo

Ripley

Neo and Ripley showered in the locker room in back before their next match. It was a hentai match, which were always fun. Also it was a handicap match in their favor. They hadn't had the most luck with that before, but one of these times it would have to work for them. They kissed in the shower, enjoying each others bodies for a few minutes, before they needed to get ready. They dressed in their standard gear and made their way to the entrance ramp.

Her opponents...

The tag team of "The Believer" Neo and "The Unbelievable" Ripley...

GREEN MACHINE!!!

Entrance Music

As their music started they entered the arena. The crowd cheered, happy to see their favorite jobbers again. Neo pointed and flexed for the crowd while Ripley winked and blew kisses. They strutted down the ramp, stopping to sign a few autographs. Once at the ring, Ripley dived under the ropes, while Neo stepped over the middle one and through. He stood behind Ripley flexing as she arched her back as she got to her knees. They posed for a few seconds to allow pictures. They then walked to their corner to discuss strategy. They decided to have Ripley start, but have her stay close to their corner in order to tag in Neo if needed or for a double team opportunity. Neo stepped out of the ring, as Ripley hopped around and cracked her neck, loosening up for the match.

Esmé confidently smirked when she heard the announcer introducing her rivals for the night and their theme echoing around. She had gone over the file several times. They looked like a couple, going for a green-haired gimmick. They weren’t that experienced in LAW but so far they had quite a reputation of being jobbers, which only spurred the blonde’s imagination. The things she was going to do the two of them… Neo and Ripley approached the ring and wow, they were people’s champions. Esmé never imagined that a couple of jobbers could get that much cheering. Not that she cared though since she was there for her own amusement. The crowd would eventually get to recognize her greatness, wether they liked it or not.

Green Machine arrived on stage and after some strategy meeting the guy stepped outside while the gal walked inside the ring. Esmé licked her lips, ready for what was to come. The referee made the two wrestlers meet in the center of the ring to go through the match rules again, but Astarte was focused solely on her rival. After all, how hard to understand could those rules be? What kind of idiot did they think she was? She rather amused herself by looking at her rival. A fine lady indeed with a body some would kill for. And she was all hers to play with. When the ref was done Astarte looked at her rival. “So, you’re first.”, she said acknowledging Ripley. “Ready to be broken and tamed in front of your boyfriend, little thing?”, she asked in a tone of defiance, eager to see how Ripley reacted.

Ripley met their opponent in the center. The ref went over the rules again. Ripley just nodded along, this wasn't her first rodeo as they say. Her opponent then made the opening barb. Not to be out down Ripley fired back with her own, "Well ladies first as they say. Don't worry though the only one being tamed tonight will be your pussy. And while me and my boy toy Neo double stuff it, well will have you screaming our names!" She then winked at Esmé before taking a kickboxer stance to start. She waited for her opponent to make the first move. She didn't know too much about her and she was curious what her style would be.

Neo stood in their corner cheering Ripley on. "Let's go babe! Kick her ass, then make her cum! He sent her a thumbs up before adding, "Or bring her over her and we can make her cum together!"

Astarte just remained there listening to Ripley’s speech with a boring look on her face, as if the green-haired just talking was so dull. The blonde had seen that before, met that archetype: the plucky one with more bravado than sense. She had broken more than one of those too. Having Ripley’s boyfriend throwing some diatribe as well only made the thing more interesting as it appeared that the two of then were cut of the same cloth. That was going to be fun.

“Are you done? You two talk too much. Let’s see how much you talk when you’re lying on your own cum…”, Astarte said coldly, a confident smirk on her face. The bell rang and that meant the match started. Astarte looked at her rival when she adopted some stance that hinted that she had some background in any martial art the blonde couldn’t recognize. Esmé decided that for that one to use her skills she had to reach her first so she decided to begin by taking the initiative and use her bigger reach to throw from afar a sidekick at Ripley’s stomach. The kick was powerful, but it was also slow so it would all be up to Ripley’s reflexes to see if she got hit or not.

Ripley wasn't expecting much from her opponent. She seemed over confident and too intense. She judged she was more hentai focused so Ripley wasn't worried about any strikes from her. Ripley was coming up with a game plan. Maybe feinting a kick, then tackling her, when her opponent came up and delivered a powerful kick to her side. Ripley wasn't ready for it, so she failed to block it. It knocked the wind out of her a she collapsed to her hands and knees. She stayed there trying to catch her breathe.

Neo watched as Ripley got surprised by that kick. He winced as if connected. "I thought this was a hentai match? Or do you prefer to tenderize your meat first?" He shouted at Esmé. Hoping to distract her and allow Ripley to recover.

Ripley wasn’t the first one to underestimate Esmé’s ruthlessness and surely she wouldn’t be the last, but the green-haired was just about to pay the price for her mistake as she winced in pain in all fours, taken aback by the sheer force of Astarte’s kick. This delighted the blonde, who looked at the fruits of her work with a cruel grin. Neo, Ripley’s boyfriend, started trying to stall Esmé by distracting her with some pathetic remarks, but this wouldn’t work on Astarte. “Oh, it is a hentai match.”, she started answering to Neo, confirming what he said, then she repositioned, standing towering over Ripley’s prone body, one leg at each of her sides. “But nothing prevents me from playing with my prey before I go for the kill. And I like you watching while I do so…” Just after saying this Astarte would suddenly drop, applying all her weight and strength in falling butt first against Ripley’s back, all while looking at Neo directly in the eye, her cruel grin widening.

Ripley was still on her hands and knees when her opponent stood over her. Ripley didn't get a chance to protest before she dropped down, ass first onto Ripley. Esmé's weight crushed Ripley as it drove her down into the canvas. A silent scream escaped Ripley's lips as the air was pushed out of her body she was stunned and trapped beneath her opponent.

Neo watched as this happened. Esmé stared him down the whole time. He found it so hot. His cock got hard, and he was soon pitching a tent in his trunks. He still tried to help Ripley, but he couldn't lie he was enjoying the show. "Of course you would use your fat ass as a weapon. Really you look a little bit heavy for a wrestler. Be careful you don't tire yourself out before I get in the ring." He continued to try and get in her head.

Esmé devoted herself to her heelish work all without breaking eye contact with Neo. Something in this behaviour really excited the man because soon enough Astarte could notice the bulge growing inside his trunks. Meanwhile, Ripley was struggling, air knocked out of her from the strength of the impact she just endured. Astarte wasn’t willing to give her any time to rest or to catch her breath. Instead she sat on her back, forcing Ripley into a Camel Clutch, forcing her to look at Neo. “Now look at this, Ripley! It looks like your boyfriend here is getting turned on by you getting you ass kicked. Talk about a crappy boyfriend...” Esmé let out a chuckle before driving Ripley’s head against the mat with some strength.

Neo’s remarks amused Astarte, who only liked one thing more than dominating her rivals and that was showing them how wrong they were and teaching them a lesson while doing so. She grabbed Ripley by the nape of her hair and started walking towards the corner, forcing her rival to follow her as best as she could because she wouldn’t pay much attention to the green-haired’s well-being. “It looks like your boyfriend thinks he can beat me… Why don’t we let him see how wrong he is?” As she said this, she forced Ripley on her feet and grabbed her arm so it was close enough to the corner, then looked at Neo and stared with intense eyes while she coldly said. “Tag.”

Esmé continued her assault on Ripley, finding Neo's words and state amusing more than annoying. She switched Ripley to a camel clutch and made her look at Neo's erection. "What it's a natural human reaction. I mean I've fingered myself to Neo being put through the ringer plenty of times," Ripley groggily answered her. They were an interesting pair for sure. While they enjoyed fucking each other and dominating another couple then fucking them, they also got a deep irresistible pleasure out of being beaten and fucked and watching the other having it happen to them. Ripley wasn't sure if her answer angered Esmé, because she then slammed Ripley's head into the canvas. She was groggy after that. Her body went limp under Esmé.

Esmé decided to drag Ripley back to her corner. Challenging Neo as she did. Ripley was almost dead weight behind her, but she was able to crawl a little behind her. Esmé grabbed her hand and held it out for Neo to grab.

Neo watched this happen and got excited. He gladly tagged in. He slowly stepped through the middle of the ropes and squared off against the heel. "Don't worry I will give you more of a fight then Ripley. Maybe then I can introduce you to my little friend down there," He gestured towards his erection. He then held out his hands look for her to grab them to start a test of strength. If she accepted he would try and push her back into the ropes.