Let it Out on Me (Hakune vs. Brooke)

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Standard Match
Win via Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout
Hentai Allowed

Brooke Betancourt... that name sounded familiar. Very familiar. Hakune couldn't place her finger on it, but she remembered that name from somewhere, and for once it wasn't from a manga. "Hmm..."

But even with that aside tonight's match was definitely an interesting one. A standard match, but one that allowed hentai tactics. It was... an interesting sort of match to say the least. The Samurai wasn't new to hentai matches or more risque events, her time doing +18 work for her cosplay shoots and a lot of a LAW experience broke her in a bit on that front. But... a match that this usually had a rather dastardly villain for an opponent, one that would take great pleasure in breaking Hakune down into a pile of tears and juices. But it was also in those types of matches the Samurai had a chance to prove herself a strong and capable warrior of LAW, a chance to fulfill her mission statement and bring order back to this chaotic land of evil wrestlers and bring those led astray back to the path of righteousness. Such was her bushido code.

Spoiler

As her theme came on Hakune walked right onto the stage, her new plastic blade in hand and her new attire on display. A completely custom made outfit done by her own hands (the perks of being a cosplayer). A bright white jacket and red kimono underneath for some bright colors. A black body suit underneath for both easy of movement and safety from the more... frisky of opponents, and layered toeless socks for comfort. The perfect combination of traditional samurai-esque attire and modern battle wear. And the given the loud and excited reaction of the crowd it was clear they agreed with her.

Hakune rose her blade high, matching marched down the ramp with a confident smile as she waved to the cheering crowd. The rush and excitement from their cheers only heightened her own confidence. This was going to be a good match, she could feel it as she reached the edge of the ring. She took a quick breath, then side her sword down at the corner before climbing in. Once inside she moved to the center, giving one last glance around the stadium, then bowed to the crowd a bow before quickly settling into her corner.

Now... it was time for her opponent to appear.

[FreestylePoet]

It had been a while since Brooke Betancourt's back-to-back matches with some of the best in her Lightweight Division. Rose Gold had put her through the wringer, dominated her, and worst of all, made her want every last second of it. Clara GASTER, on the other hand, had tried to patronize Brooke, to offer the rookie pity in the ring. Brooke wanted nothing to do with it, but even though she humiliated the Brit in her own right, she still lost the match.

In the immediate aftermath, Brooke found herself lost. Adrift in a wrathful sea of her own design. Eventually, through workouts far away from the all-too-friendly atmosphere of Team Stanza's gym, she learned to harness it. To point it in another direction. The same rage that she'd summoned in her momentary rebellion against Clara would now be focused on some poor bitch in the middle of the LAW arena.

Brooke's Entrance Music - Ready Aim Fire - Imagine Dragons

Brooke Betancourt, the Downrange Diva

Once more, her rhythmic model's catwalk was adorned with a steely gaze. But as she sashayed to the beat, the crowd noticed subtle differences between this version of Brooke and the one they'd gotten to know. Gone were the pensive eyes of a rookie trying to focus on the match ahead. No, Brooke wasn't staring at the ring so much as she was staring through it. As if it were just a branch in her path. Ticker tape to run through at the end of a marathon. This look was filled with certainty: Brooke was going to destroy whatever woman awaited her in there. Bend and ravish her to her heart's content, then leave her a broken, gasping mess in the center.

She ducked between the ropes, finding that said woman was already in the ring with her. Brooke's eyes flickered up and down the girl's athletically-bastardized hakama, as if imagining the prize that laid underneath. But those blue irises stayed locked on their counterparts for a moment. Something about this chick seemed familiar. Not the highlights or the garb, but certainly the freckles, face, and somehow even the body, obscured though it was.

Scowling the thoughts away, she turned and started to stretch.

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As the music kicked in and her opponent appeared on stage, Hakune noticed something... odd about her opponent. She expected a villain of sorts, some nefarious woman with a lustful gaze and ominous aura about her, like the Baroness. Or maybe some rowdy newcomer that wanted to show the world what she could do in a world of violence akin to Saya. But... what the Samurai got instead was a woman about Hakune's size and built, but... her outfit wasn't that of a villain or showy wrestle, it was the look of... well, a swimsuit model. Especially from the way she walked down the ramp like it was a model's runway. But... something was off about. The look she gave Hakune... no, to the ring Hakune was standing in... it wasn't just a look of determination. There was... intent to it. An intent to hurt, to harm... to break. And the look nearly made the Samurai shiver at the frigid gaze her opponent gave her.

And once her opponent came into the ring and locked as with Hakune, both girls blinked and stared. She too gave Hakune a look of slight recognition. Well, not before undressing the Samurai with her eyes, but... it was clear both saw something in the other aside from their looks and attire. All in all her opponent looked... cute. As steely and hostile a front the woman put on in front of the crowd Hakune still saw the cuter side of her appearance and outfit. The bright swimsuit, the hat, and the over structure of her face... it just looked like the sharp gaze was forced more than anything. If the girl was a model she was definitely trying to play against the strengths of her nature... body... Wait a minute. Hakune blinked. The way she walked down the ramp like a runway, her general face and body, and those blue eyes...

"Brooke?" She canted her head. "Brooke Betancourt..." Then, it clicked. "The model from Texas?"

[FreestylePoet]

Even when she turned to prepare for the match, Brooke could still somehow feel the other girl's eyes on her. That wasn't anything new. She'd held plenty of gazes in her life, especially recently. And in this kind of match, with Brooke showing off as much as she was? She couldn't blame the other girl for wanting to get a peek. But any idea that Hakune was just lusting after her was swiftly stamped out with a handful of words from Hakune.

Brooke whipped around, stunned to hear her name and old job. Immediately moving forward to scrutinize her foe, Brooke took a second, longer look at her. Again, those eyes and freckles and cute button face looked back... And in such a familiar way...

Memories flashed through her mind's eye: An all-expenses paid trip to Los Angeles to shoot a promo for the newest AAA shooter game. Schmoozing with game devs who were way nicer and only slightly less pervy than her usual producers. Meeting her partner for the shoot with a handshake and a hug. Then, rapid-fire: Goofy poses, giggled modeling stories, panicked prepping, hotel bagels, burgers and milkshakes on Santa Monica. And across from her during it all...

"S-Selena? Selena Hawthorne?" For a moment, Brooke looked more surprised than anything. Her jaw hung limply like a wooden store sign in the wind, and her eyes widened into dinner plates. How was Selena here? And more importantly, why was she dressed like that?

Then she screwed her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose with a disgusted scoff. "Just my luck," she muttered, shaking her head a bit before raising it to glare at Hakune. "How did you even end up here?" she asked. "Ugh, never mind. I don't wanna get into it. Yeah, Selena, it's me. It's, uh... Been a while." Brooke waved awkwardly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

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For a moment, Hakune flinched under Brooke's sharp gaze. Her eyes when from undressing the Samurai to outright analyzing her. She shivered in place, watching the woman's eyes look her up and down, as if trying to find a key point that'd make everything click not unlike Hakune herself moments ago. Then, in a flash of clear recognition, Brooke seemed to find her, stammering out the Samurai's real name and... looking completely flabbergasted. It was a sight Hakune couldn't help but grin and giggle at. She looked completely surprised, as if seeing Hakune as some transformed being.

"Hai hai~ It's me!" She smiled, giving a quick twirl and pose both for the crowd and Brooke. And despite her former modeling friend's dismissive of Hakune's new look and attire, she simply brushed it off and continued. "But it's actually Hakune now! Hakune, Akari! Actually, you can call me Aka-chan since we're friends!" She said with a grin, hands on her hip in a confident pose and expression. "But I guess you're right, the ring isn't a place to catch up on our career choices... well, not with with words at least." Her face shifted to a sharper expression, more challenging and competitive as she moved into her stance, legs apart and arms raised with her hands in a knife-like position. A match between old acquaintances, once separate by fate, now clashing in battle to see where they stood against each other. Not as models on the runway, but as warriors in the ring.

"We're both here to wrestle, right? Let's have a good match."

[FreestylePoet]

Of all people, why did it have to be Selena Hawthorne? Brooke had worked with dozens of models over the years, so she hasn't given much thought at all to the Californian since their shoot. But now that Selena was giggling and cheering and posing right in front of her, it was hard for Brooke to forget how... goddamn annoying she was.

Brooke cringed throughout her former colleague's eager outburst before fixing her face into a scowl. Selena -- Akari now, she reminded herself -- was somehow resisting the urge, but Brooke could just tell that she was chomping at the bit to launch into some tirade about their old careers. More than that, she was a living, breathing memory of everything Brooke wanted to leave behind. Everything people still wanted her to be.

She tightened her fists, trembling with frustration before shaking her head with a huff. "Good, we're in agreement then. Because as far as I'm concerned, LA never happened." Brooke crouched into an athletic stance, her lithe arms ready to fend the cosplayer off. "Just let me fuck you up, maybe fuck you a little, and then I can go back to forgetting we ever met, okay?" Her tone and expression made it clear: Brooke wasn't asking.

DING DING!

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"... ..." That... was a much blunter response than Hakune expected. Brooke might had looked a little annoyed, likely due to the Samurai's sudden shift in character and outfit, but... her words were cold. No, more than that, they were outright malicious, the words of a detracted fighter wanting to torment and hurt their opponent. And the sight of seeing that dark expression on Brooke's face and terse words she practically spat out had Hakune shiver. Did that photo shoot in LA really go that badly? Hakune looked over Brooke, biting her lip as she tried to find something to say. The tone Brooke had... it wasn't the tone of someone wanting to just wrestle. No, even if she was playing into some tough-girl persona, Brooke's expression made things clear, she was going to do all she could to make this match hurt. Physically and sexually. But as the Samurai's head swirled with thoughts and questions the bell's ring did its work to snap her out of hesitation. The harsh words aside, Brooke was right. This wasn't LA, and this wasn't Texas. And Brooke's stance made it clear she wasn't some beginner.

This was a match.

"Yaaah!" And the samurai charged forward, arm reeled back to kick off the match with some knife-edged chops to test Brooke's mettle.

[FreestylePoet]

The chops were like mosquito bites: Fast, weak, and abso-fuckin'-lutely annoying. The first two slapped across her chest, forcing Brooke to adjust her bikini lest she be exposed early in the match. Narrowing her eyes, Brooke waited for a third -- and then she struck! She sidestepped the blow, grabbing it as if to flip Hakune overhead for a judo throw! Instead, however, she simply kept the young cosplayer in her grip.

"Get-" Her elbow jabbed down into Hakune's, bending it against its natural flexion! "-Off!" And then she extended that same arm, delivering a swift backhand slap across Hakune's face! A resounding SMACK! echoed throughout the arena, and the crowd oohed and ahhed at the rather catty opening.

Brooke backed up again, shaking out her arms before dropping back into her athletic stance. "Seriously? You can't just make this easy for us both? You already know this is gonna end poorly for you." Still, she made no motion to advance. After all, it was clear now: This wasn't the bubbly girl that Brooke met a few years ago -- or, more accurately, it was, but Selena had picked up a few skills since then.

...It was seriously getting on her nerves. Brooke grit her teeth and threatened Hakune once more: "Last chance, Selena." Still, part of that grimace hid a grin, as if Brooke almost wished Hakune would refuse.

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Looking back, it was probably a better idea to go for a kick or something instead of the chops. The instant she saw Brooke's chest and outfit move about she could help blushing a little. It was her usual method to go in light before moving onto heavy blows, but... well, she didn't mean to jostle Brooke's assets the way she did. And her hesitation on the third strike was a mistake she quickly paid for. Brooke maneuvered around the Samurai, snatching up her arm immediately slammed her her elbow down hard against Hakue's, forcing a cry from the Samurai. "Graa-!" And that cry was soon cut off by a harsh slap, snapping Hakune's head to the side as she staggered back a step.

"... ..." She brought a hand to her cheek, staring at Brooke with stunned eyes. Her face stung and her elbow throb, but Brooke's harsh tone and sour expression was... different. Much different that the girl she remembered. Not the happy Texan that loved paintballing and gun magazines, but a serious competitor that looked ready to truly hurt Hakune. "B-Brooke?" She paused a moment, looking over the girl. She... was serious about this. About hurting Hakune. Not just as a matter of a battle to get a pin or submission, but...

"If you expect me to surrender, then I'm afraid I can't, Brooke." She forced herself to meet Selena's eyes, raising her hands again in knife-like fashion. I don't know what happened to you, but... "I told you, we're both here to wrestle. So... face me!"

[FreestylePoet]

For a moment, Brooke scowled. After all that, Hakune still didn't get it. That she wasn't here to fight, as much as she wanted to LARP as a samurai. No, the cosplayer was here to get destroyed in every way possible. Then Brooke realized that Hakune's idiocy would make all this even sweeter. Her grimace wrinkled into a smug grin as visions of using every part of her body to dominate every part of Hakune's danced in Brooke's head. "Fiiine~," she sang out, a more manic sort of malice dripping in her voice. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"

With that, Brooke kicked off the mat! Both arms were still splayed out and down as she shot towards Hakune's waist for a hard and fast double-leg takedown! The old Brooke would have waited some more, thrown a few fakes to keep Hakune honest, and baited the girl into overextending before flipping her overhead with some judo bullshit. But that Brooke was a coward. That Brooke got beat, bent, and banged to her opponents' contents. This Brooke wasn't gonna take that chance. So if she managed to wrap her arms around Hakune's waist, she'd waste no time in picking her up and taking her hard to the canvas!