Leah V Monika - Standard Match -

[Aeri]

Leah vs Monika

Standard Match - Victory is determined when a contestant gets knocked out, pinned to a 3 count or made to submit.

Expect nothing and you’ll never be disappointed. Yeah, no, Leah has never heard of such a saying. As Leah curled her fingers, testing out her new gloves (she had torn the old ones out long, long ago and got new ones issued recently), Leah’s eyes narrowed a little bit. She’d stare at the profile of her opponent.. Monika.

She looked.. cute.. but.. normal. Nothing outside of wrestling attire indicated that she was much of a brawler, a predator like Leah.. or even a tough prey. But looks could be deceiving, her speciality may have laid somewhere else.. and Leah hoped she was to be deceived on this occasion. Maybe Monika was strong. Stronger than she looked, having ways to twist and break her like never before.. and Leah would welcome it! A sleeper challenge to overcome at the best wrestling industry in the world!

But.. not reading anymore of said profile, mostly cause she wasn’t the best at reading, the woman frowned at her phone screen and clicked it off, disliking the brightness. The music sounded, her cue to enter the ring. A wide grin passed her face, as Leah leapt up onto her feet, slamming the doors open and running down the hallways to break into the arena enthusiastically!

She’d laugh loudly, enjoying the feel of the eyes on her, and hoping to enjoy the feeling of some bruises on her flesh later! The heavyweight hopped into the ring with surprising agility, waving to the crowd before going back to lean against the ropes.. gesturing to the surprised ref with a finger to his forehead!

”You! Bring me.. this Monika! Quick! I can’t wait anymore!!”

Quite a sight she was, wide grin, the lights reflecting off her bronzed and chiseled image, filled with energy to fight, fight and have fun with this!

Spoiler

[Malkavia]

Monika rolled her way down to the ring, as her entrance music brought her out to confront…the Desert Wolf. Who was waiting for her inside the ropes, just as powerful in person as she'd looked on her posters. And somehow taller.

Look her in the eye. Monika slid into her corner, trying not to look too awkward as she ducked stiffly under the ropes. Don’t let her see you sweat. Big breath in…

Monika

“Woo! Yeah, Monika! Let's GOOOOOO!”

…And there's Natsuki shouting in her ear from the front row. She cast a sidelong look over the ropes, where sat her girls, pink, purple, and peach. Natsuki, Yuri, and Sayori. They'd had different opinions on how to approach this match. Natsuki believed in pure aggression. Show her who’s alpha! Meanwhile, Yuri…Well. Yuri was the kind of person who could say in five hundred words what took most people fifteen, and it hadn't helped that she'd spent many of them explaining that the concept of an alpha in wolf hierarchies was a myth. But, she had suggested “interfering with her ability to track your movements” by…going for the eyes.

And Sayori…well. Sayori had reminded her she had a choice. Monika had been doing deep breathing exercises, hands clenched on her lap, half an hour before the match. Sayori had found her, took her hands in her own, and smiled with her big, bright blue eyes. “You don’t haaaave to go out there. We could…Say you got sick. Maybe from eating too many of Natsuki’s cupcakes!” It had been those words more than any others that actually got her out here in the ring. She might be about to face a wild animal, but she would never, never let Sayori see her quit.

Desert Wolf. Monika turned back towards her opponent, and couldn't help but think…Carnivore. Pure and simple. She looked like the kind of woman you would expect to compete for the LAWLESS belt, complete with the requisite melon-crushing thighs and biceps too huge to be contained by the clothes of mankind. Who on earth had Monika offended in admin to get booking like this…

Big breath, three four, and… exhale. She put one leg behind and put up her hands up, flat-knife, karateka-style. And don’t forget to smile for the cameras. “I hope you're ready for a fight, Leah! Because I'm Monika Asano, president of the Doki Doki League of Champions, and you’re about to be in a lot of trouble!”

“You've got this Monika!”

“Y-yeah! True, realistically speaking, this is a rather long shot! Which means it will immeasurably boost your reputation if you win…”

“Shut up Yuri. KICK HER STEROID-JACKED BUTT!”

“Yeah, kick her butt! And uh. Kick her…her belly button too!”

“Make her beg for mercy!”

“Yeah! YEAH!! NNNNG…RIP HER FACE OFF MONIKA! … too much? Ok. Yeah, too much. Sorry!”

[Aeri]

Apparently her opponent today had a friend squadron. She counted one.. two.. three. Leah hummed a little bit to herself, relatively pleased with this situation. More the merrier, and she was glad Monika had support. Followers were a proof of strength, right?

Her ears were sharp. Leah could hear whatever her friends were saying, and while it was mostly pretty amusing to hear it.. there was one teensy little problem.

Completely ignoring Monika, Leah was suddenly at the ropes, her face sporting a glare that spelt death. And it was levelled at Natsuki, the pink one.

”Little.. pink.. prey.. don’t ever.. say that I use.. steroids.. again..”

She’d keep her stare there for 3 seconds. And then Leah simply shook her head, turning her back to Natsuki and facing Monika, stepping in front of her. Her stance was better than the last woman she had fought, Leah could give her that. Hands clenched into fists, Leah shifted her feet into a more stabilised position.. the bell ringing.

Her eyes finally locked onto her opponent’s, a smile on her face.

“Come on.. Monika. I’ll let you strike me first.

I don’t bite.

Usually.”

[Malkavia]

Oh gosh don't call her—

"PREY?!” Natsuki was on her feet, fists clenched. “What the heck? You think you can talk like that to me, ya roid-quNNNG—!”

Oh good they’re restraining her. Nice. Nice. Yuri was the one to get her hand around Natsuki’s mouth as she and Sayori yanked her back into her seat. A blush prickled on Monika’s cheeks, but—it’s fine. Just shoot the merciless Desert Wolf over here an embarrassed half-smile, nice and cute. No harm done, right?

“Sorry. And—right! Yes. Alright, I'll get us started, if that's what you want. Just…” What would someone cool say here? Quick images flit over her mind. Sonic Cat, Tracy Canon. (Maybe a hint of Sailor Moon) So—give a big smile, and point at your opponent to show them you mean business! “...Remember you asked for this!”

With her warning delivered, Monika charged across the mat, hands raised to the level of her face. It was important, she remembered, to always have a guard, even while in motion. Last thing you wanted was to leave your face exposed. That same defensive thinking made her choose a strike that could land from a long distance, and once she got in range, she'd plant one foot into the mat and lash out with a karate kick at Leah’s face!

[Aeri]

”I did.. and I expect to get what I asked for!”

She replied, watching Monika’s friend group restrain their loud member. But while Leah could have escalated, she simply grumbled.. and turned her sights to Monika. She did say she was the president of something, a League of Champions! Alright! That had to count for something!

And her first attack wasn’t half bad either! A grin crossed her face as she struck, her leg reaching right up to her cheek. She sure had some athletic prowess! The kick slammed into Leah’s cheek with an audible sound..

But her face didn’t budge too much.

In fact, had she even moved an inch? Her arms were crossed, as Leah gripped Monika’s outstretched leg, staring down at her.

”..

.. this.. doesn’t seem like it’ll be fun.”

She was.. almost disappointed, as Leah yanked Monika towards her, keeping her leg over her shoulder and split, causing her to wobble precariously. A little sigh escaped her face, as her powerful abs pressed against Monika’s vulnerable crotch.

But then again.. Leah wasn’t a particularly lewd opponent until she got riled up. Her other hand gripped Monika’s ass, hauling her up into the air into a powerbomb position almost seamlessly!

”Law.. needs to quit feeding me prey..”

She’d growl lightly, before slamming Monika onto the canvas with a ring shaking, president breaking, powerbomb!

[Malkavia]

CRACK! Monika's boot slammed into Leah's face, and that sent a ripple through her leg that made her feel pins and needles in her joints, especially her knee. In training, she had always been taught the importance of proper technique for avoiding injury, but she was sure she had done everything right! But something must have been wrong, since that felt like kicking the steel-plated door of a truck.

Before Monika could process what that meant, Leah had drawn her into a more intimate embrace. “Aha—Ah. Hm.” A blush prickled her cheeks as she looked up into eyes full of menace. Luckily, her legs were plenty flexible. She wasn't in any pain. Yet. But she could still feel Leah's powerful muscles under her bare thighs. “...G-guess you got me! Whoops!”

Then, Monika learned exactly what Leah meant by prey. This should have been the moment when her studies as Club President kicked into gear and she swung into a counter. Instead, she froze. Her pupils contracted, and her hands gripped Leah's head, and her thighs clenched. Anything to hold on and avoid the inevitable—

SLAM.

Head, then neck, then back collapsed against the mat. She screamed. Her back arched as she clutched the small of her back, just over her hips. Her eyes opened wide and she started to breathe, in out in out, big huffs that blew out her cheeks. “Oh God!” Her eyes watered, and she blinked—not like a person blinks, not normal, keep your eyes wet blinks. She squeezed them both shut like she was winking, clenching as if that would help the pain or make any of it make sense. She rolled onto her knees, head between Leah's feet, still holding her back as she tried to make sense of what had just happened to her body.

“M-Monika...” Yuri's voice was tight. God Monika wished this was a bigger venue. Something where the front-row wasn't a set of steel chairs ten feet from the ring.

“Annnng...” Monika clutched her head and curled into a ball. She was always one to avoid pain. Her entire style had been built defensively. And Leah was indeed her Desert Wolf.

[Aeri]

Leah cocked her head. She stared down at Monika passively, her eyebrow twitching. Leah’s fingers clenched as she looked down at the snivelling whelp underneath her boot. THIS was what she came to Japan for? She wasn’t even trying! A lack of strength was excusable..

But weakness?

To Leah, weakness didn’t even deserve a proper send off. If this had been a more hentai oriented match, Leah would have been gentle with an opponent that could match her- and then some. Someone trying would have gotten it rough, but respectable enough to keep their dignity intact. But Monika? She wouldn’t even have registered her on her radar.

Someone like the president..

”I should crush your neck in my jaw.. you weak, cowardly marmot.”

She’d shake her head a little bit, before reaching down and gripping Monika’s top. She’d lift- literally lift her off her feet with one arm, flexing her bicep as if she was curling a weight. Pulled her to her face- face to face, Leah snarling just a bit.. as she’d shove her back roughly.

Into the ring.

And Monika bounced off, prompting Leah to meet her with a devastating boot to her face to drop her like a sack of bricks.