Hentai Submission Match
Victory Condition: Make the opponent submit via orgasms.
Standard hentai rules apply
Eirina never considered herself to be a petty person. Still, she was still in a very cutthroat business of professional wrestling where she couldn't let insults left unanswered, and after some LAW newcomer named Angelina Tarrant trash-talked her on Twitter, Eirina had decided to teach the girl a lesson on respecting those who had been in this business for far longer. After getting the match approved, Eirina waited until tonight to get herself ready, and here she was, at the locker room, waiting for her cue.
Once she received her cue, the former hentai champion made her way out of the locker room, heading over to the ramp as the crowd cheered for her. Smiling, Eirina waved her hands and winked at the audience as she made her way down to the ring. Blowing kisses here and there, she then arrived at the ring and entered. She climbed up the apron and slipped through the ropes before heading to the center of the ring, posing for the crowd, giving them something to appreciate before the start of the match. Eirina Makishima
The match would be a hentai submission match, where she needed to make her opponent submit after using hentai moves on her. Doing light stretches, showing off her body, Eirina waited for her opponent to show up. She did some research on her opponent beforehand, though she was wondering what she was capable of in the ring. The girl might be new, but Eirina shouldn't underestimate her. It would be embarrassing for her to lose to someone like that in the type of match that she excelled the most, after all.
What an upside-down world where the peasants can take shots on any Queenpin of wrestling they wanted, with enough verbal jabs and half-cocked insinuations. Angelina was tapping her chin with her phone just thinking about it, cruising down the LAW halls just thinking about it. She turned on the camera, flipped to video and pressed record before long, the shot capturing her feet and leather-cloaked legs and just the start of her thigh fishnets. “Right, ya little bitches. I know ya fucks want to see something hot. Well, tonight, A.T about to bring ya a treat. I ain’t tellin ya what it is, but let's just say ol’wrinkles ain’t forgettin’ the name once I, uh… Hah. You’ll see. Peace out.”
The phone flicked off and she was by gorilla for her cue. “First time on time, yah, look at me!” She pumped up an ear-to-ear, closed eyed grin with a small head-tilt, pointing to her cheeks as she kicked off her board, scooped it up by its nose and let it slide onto the stage. The music kicked in its usual metal rhythm and The Marauder cruised onto stage in a S-course, leaning back and forth until popping the nose at the ramp’s lip. She stood on its tail, now rolling her shoulders, stretching her arms out, bringing them in, then crossing them over to deliver the dreaded middle fingers for the two sectors of the crowd, with an added smirk. It dragged out some minor cheers and boos alike. This woman had a mouth, but some loved how she used it. Maybe it was the attire too... Two pieces of all black, arm-straps, thigh-highs, fishnets and boots, straps around the chest and tight-cut bottoms. Angelina Tarrant
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She skated down the ramp and her hair whipped up into this horizontal frame, keeping the same arm-pose as the wheels hissed, and she leaned, turning to cruise and race around the while ring on her board before bailing at the apron on the fourth turn, turning lateral and rolling underneath the bottom rope, then pushing on the canvas and throwing her foot over to make a smooth return to her feet. Now the two shared the same ring. Angelina’s smirk was now self-satisfying, looking them up and down, tapping her bottom lip with her thumb. She was breathing a little heavier now. A small pink blush on her cheeks and a little patter inside her chest. “Ya a lot talla than I expected. Hotta too. Whatcha say, Makishima. Ready to be put out to pasture?”
Well, at least this Angelina wasn't all that bad to look at. Eirina could at least admit that her opponent tonight was pretty hot, though that didn't mean she wouldn't make her regret picking a fight with her. She would wait for Angelina to join her in the ring, hands on her hips. Soon, when Angelina was in the ring with her, Eirina would keep her eyes on her as she listened to her words.
"If that means you're ready to be fucked silly, I'm ready." Eirina said, smiling confidently as she would make her way to the center of the ring, waiting for the match to begin. The referee would then call for the bell, starting the match between them. "Well, you're pretty cute yourself, though that doesn't excuse you being such a brat." Eirina said as she would take a stance, waiting for Angelina to make her move.
Simple attire, cute, looks were primed and proper.
Yep, they seemed like a white-collar wrestler from here. Angelina had a small laugh, though, waving her hand, “Always..” And when the bell rang, Angelina didn’t hide in her corner. She came right out for a proper stand-off, just out of arm’s reach. They’d take their stance first but Angelina still stood tall with one hand on her hip, retaining her smugness and now pointing her index finger right at them. “It does not, or, maybe it does. But it does allow me to get my hands on whoeva I want, girl. A little tickle on that washed-up, former, champ pride and here we are.”
Angelina started to bounce on her feet, left to right, taking a deep breath and shaking out her arms, “Don’t break your hip on this, k?” And with that, Angelina turned her heel towards them, and sunk towards the canvas. Her right leg whipped around as did Angelina, trying to open this little escapade with a sudden and low spinning leg sweep!
Eirina couldn't hide her frown when Angelina called her a washed-up former champ, and she was eager to make this girl eat her words soon. "You'd be a lot cuter if you shut your mouth for a bit." Eirina groused as she would get into position, ready to clash with her opponent in this match. But as soon as the match started, Angelina went to use a leg sweep on the Frau Doktor, almost catching her off-guard.
"Aahh!!" Eirina yelped as she struggled to retain her footing. She flailed her arms in her effort to keep herself from falling down, and this would leave her exposed to whatever her opponent would do next.
The opening bell, Angelina already rummaged through a few ideas. A technical bout was always undesirable, but this woman, her experience was just another wall that boxed her in. Frontal engagements may not work, so she pulled another trick from her hat and went low for the sweep. Angelina stayed in the position with the outstretched leg, hands placed on the canvas for balance, looking up, “If ya want me to shut my mouth, then come stuff it ya-self.”
Now she pushed off the ground and entered a charge, seeking to use their imbalance to lug all her weight right at them. She dipped her shoulder and jumped forward, seeking to send it deep into their stomach for a sudden and blitzed spear!
With Eirina struggling to regain her balance, flailing her arms in a rather comical fashion, she was exposed to Angelina's next move, where she went to drive her shoulder into her stomach, hitting her with a spear and taking her down hard into the mat.
"UAAGHHHH!!!"
Eirina was taken down by Angelina's spear. She gasped and wheezed, her mouth open wide as she struggle to breathe. At the moment, she was completely under the mercy of her opponent, who would certainly show her none.
A quick one-two move to drive them down. Angelina was destined to follow and came onto her hands and knees after crashing with her opponent. “Hmmmm…” A purr cusped her voice as she crawled over, putting a leg on either side of their hip and straddling up their stomach. “Gotcha’ already. Fufufu…”
Without any meaningful physical response, she set about doing whatever her instincts moved. It moved her hands to place upon their clothed breasts. Her fingers searched and tried to curl between the fabric and skin, meeting with her palms on the other side. She offered just the slyest of winks before giving the material a firm and violent yank, arching her back to throw her body-weight into the motion. She wanted them exposed, whether it was by tearing this adorable top into ribbons, or pulling it down in hopes for Eirina’s breasts to be seen by camera and audience member alike. It didn’t matter what happened. Just the image of a young hungry ‘brat’ as they so-called, having that edge off the start was enough to make the Marauder’s mouth salivate. It would be the perfect prize within a prize. So very worth the danger ahead.
Downed by Angelina's spear, Eirina was struggling to breathe, and this would allow Angelina to do whatever she wanted as the Frau Doktor would not be able to defend herself against whatever she would do, and sure enough, Angelina went to sit on Eirina's stomach, straddling her, before she went to bring her hands onto her breasts.
"Aaahn! N-not there!" Eirina moaned out, her cheeks turning red. And then, Angelina violently yanked her top, tearing them off of Eirina, exposing her tits for all to see! "Aaahhhn!!" Her plump breasts bounced upon being set free, and she shivered as she felt her nipples being exposed to open air. "Nnnghh... w-why you..." Still unable to get Angelina off of her, all she could do was glare at her, though her glare would not be able to do anything to her opponent. Might amuse her, though. Probably.
Looks like the audience will get their money's worth early on. Youthful and fluid movement drove an early advantage with spunk and ferocity. Same when she mounted them, seeing no reason to not take all she could. Now the Marauder held tiny fistfuls of their top’s remains, and tossed them aside. And what a blush they had. This had her brow quirking without even thinking about it. It made her laugh trying to dissect it. Her hands came up, shoulder-height, palms facing forward, the fingers curling in then splaying, challenging that glare with a little telegraph of her next hungry action
“Fufu, wow! I didn't expect that to be sooooo easy. What’s the matta? Tits cold? Let's warm em up.”
With one last wag from all ten digits, they dipped down and sunk into the fresh-exposed mounds. Her hand stretched out to grab as much as it could, then give them their maiden squeeze. She applied her weight onto her arms, slipped back until her buttocks slid over their hips and she bit her lower-lip. A subtle pink washed over her face. A little heat for the gesture. Now her hands began to move around and simply explore their chest with gropes that would only stop when her opponent grew a little more... active. Maybe she had them on her web already. Who knows, who knows… But she so dearly wanted to find out.
