Match Stipulations: Victory can only be obtained by making one of your opponents orgasm after scoring a submission, pinfall or knockout.
”Think they’re ready for us?”
”Nowhere close. Let’s blow their minds, shall we?”
The LAW crowd sat snugly in their seats, waiting for the next match to begin, eager to see what was about to happen even though they didn’t know what they were about to witness. Not exactly, anyway. They knew that the Dominion, one of LAW’s premier male tag teams, would be in competition, and they knew that it was supposed to be a hentai match. For the mixed wrestling fans in attendance, that was always a treat, but there was one question looming over the whole thing: who were their opponents? The match card read that Dominion would be facing ‘S+M’, but no one had ever heard of a tag team going with that moniker, not inside LAW or outside of it. It raised questions. Interesting questions.
Questions that were all about to be answered.
The lights suddenly dropped and bathed the crowd in darkness as a heavy synthetic beat blared over the loudspeakers. Two silhouettes came striding out of the gloom as it built in intensity, and the lights shone brighter and brighter with every moment, reaching back to full just as the beat dropped.
S+M
The two made an impressive pair, and what was more, they had not simply come to show their forms off. No, they had microphones.
”Oh, mist.” The redhead’s voice was thick with a German accent, letting it flow as she surveyed the crowd and saw the appreciative eyes ”Would you look at that, Morrigan? It’s as I said. They’re smitten.”
”Can’t imagine why, Sabine.” The larger woman shrugged, hefting up her huge shoulders, as she blurted out with a thick Irish brogue. ”Horny little bastards. You think they’d never seen a pair of dommes before.”
”I don’t doubt that they’ve seen many, naturally.” Sabine made her way up the steps, making a show of it with every step. ”But perhaps it’s a matter of quality over quantity. We are a cut above, you and I.”
Morrigan hopped up on the apron and sat with one leg up, leaning back as she licked her lips. ”True, true. Oi! That’s how it is, Japan?” She blew a kiss out to the crowd. ”You like what you see?” The crowd gave a raucous cry back, clearly loving it, as Morrigan laughed and rolled in under the bottom rope. She popped up to her feet near the center of the ring and bounced on her heels, full of energy, as Sabine daintily slipped through the ropes. ”Yeah, that’s what I like to here, mighty craic!”
”Easy, easy. Save that energy.” Sabine made her way around the ring and took a leisurely stroll around her bruiser of a tag partner, addressing the whole crowd as she spoke. ”Ladies and gentleman, meine damen und herren, the sensual beating you are about to witness is brought to you by two letters: S+M. Sabine von Hammer and the Morrigan have arrived in LAW, to satisfy your urges and discover your needs. To fulfill all your guiltiest pleasures. To scratch the itches that you never knew you had.”
”And to beat the seven shades of shite out of people.”
”With great aplomb.”
”And on that note…” Morrigan stepped forward to the ropes, placed her elbows over them, and leaned forward, breathing heavily into the microphone with every word. ”Trent. Derek. Jacob. Whichever combination of you three we’re up against tonight…don’t be afraid. My partner and I can and will be rough, but don’t worry - we’ll make you feel good, too. So, so good. I know exactly how to make the pleasure worth the pain. So just stroll down here in those cute outfits of yours, and let’s get to it, huh? I’m just aching to meet you, boyos.”
Morrigan’s fiendish smile curved around her face as she stepped back and joined her partner in the middle of the ring. With their moment done and introductions made, the only thing left was for their victims to appear. Then the real fun could begin…
