Rai Kamiya vs Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom — Claim Your Prize Match

[CaptainL]

CLAIM YOUR PRIZE MATCH

Most standard rules apply
Losing results in a 24hr forfeit
Hentai is allowed
Victory via tying the loser in gift wrapping provided at ringside and extracting a submission!

BEGIN!

[Malkavia]

Praise be to Pirate Jesus for the crowd that boils and the sound that roils in an arena filled with with five thousand rumbling feet. Shimmerlace sat atop the first rope, bouncing as she peered out at all the fans. The last psychedelic chords of her electric entrance faded into the night.

Don't You Want Somebody to Love?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-C9pUGszsw

Not a god damned pink-head among them. She felt a flash of irritation—a hot wave beneath the skin that made her cross her legs and squeeze the rope. Welllll, Shimmerdee, you'll just have to light the kind of fireworks that'll birth a new crop of fans, won't you now?

Still, it felt ridiculous. She'd done nothing but win with ever more intricate finishes. Lights! Flash! Spines bent like fuckin' candy cane! And yet ye olde fanbase seemed to wane by the match.

Well—fuck 'em. Fuck 'em? Fuck 'em. Shimmerlace stretched her arms up over her head, stretching out her lithe and half-covered body as her knuckles cracked and her back popped. Then she drew the microphone to her lips and let her eyes linger on this, then that fan.

"Goooooood evening, ladies and gentlemen, and WELCOME—To WE. ARE. LAW. SEVEN!" Give 'em a grin...cheshire-like! Wide and gleaming and white. The ring shook as the crowd hollered in response. Good. "And let's hear it one more time for that last show. For Lou!! What a goddam pair of matches THAT was. A TWO FOR ONE. Aye, I augur great things in that magnificent woman's future."

And the ten thousand feet agreed, roaring in the stands with a sound that hit the top of the arena and rained back down like thunder. When they died back down, Shimmerlace continued. "But what of our next contestant, hm? My opponent. Mr. Rai of Kamiya family fame. You'll like as not know this is my second match with our dear boy. The first was. Well." She leaned forward, conspiratorial with her audience, as her eyes slid left, then right before she closed one eye in a wink. "A bit a squash." In fact, the match had lasted under five seconds from bell to bell. "Not quite as impressive as Lou I'm afraid. But...You all love that shit, right? The ssssssensationnnnnn of huuuuuumiliationnnnnn from quick. Dominationnnnn. Let me hear it: DO YOU WANT TO SEE DOMINATION?"

YES! erupted the reply from every side. Shimmerlace smirked.

"Well I fuckin' don't." She leaned back, sighing, one hand on the rope, the other around her mic as she pulled it closer to her lips. "I think every squash is a missed opportunity. A stillborn miracle. A game that could've been played harder, stronger, better. I'll take a hard-fought loss over a fuckin' squash any day of the week. And that's why I made Rai the ultimatum I have for tonight."

Her feet found purchase on the middle rope as Shimmerlace stood to her full height. Then she pointed down the ramp. "When our boy Rai Kamiya of the Kamiyas comes tonight, he's going to bring his A game. His rolling thunder. His best and biggest and most ass-kicking wrestling that God has EVER SEEN THIS BOY LOOSE ON MORTAL BACK. And if he doesn't. If, sweet audience, I am not impressed. This will be no squash. No." Tsk tsk. Shimmerlace shook a finger. "This'll be a demolition. The lengthy destruction and degradation of our Rai's body. From cock. To mouth."

She let that sit for a count of one. Two. Three. Then she smiled sweetly and hopped from the rope into her corner.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Backstage, Rai Kamiya, already clad in his usual wrestling gear of pads, taped hands and feet, and a bright blue speedo that didn't leave much to the imagination, (something that embarrassed him, but LAW officials kept INSISTING on him wearing, as apparently fans watching the show loved to see him embarrassed by being nearly naked at all times...) watched the PPV live feed on a monitor backstage, allowing him to see and hear everything that Shimmer was saying about him in the ring, crossing his arms and pouting as he watched her describe the embarrassment that was their last match, and how she would destroy him "from cock to mouth" if he didn't bring his A game.

Rai's cheeks burned as he blushed, the memories of their first "match" fresh in his mind, where she seduced him, pinned him out of nowhere, and then made FUN of him for it! It wasn't fair! She completely tricked him, never planning to fight him for real, and then MOCKED him after! Granted, MOST of his opponents had done that, but for whatever reason, when Shimmer did it, the young Kamiya had taken it personally, demanding a rematch with her at this PPV event, which she had accepted, but only under these unique rules, rules that made young Rai nervous, unsure if ending up as Shimmers prisoner for 24 hours was a good thing or not, depending on what she wanted to do to him...NO! He shook his head. He wasn't going to lose this! He was going to get his first ever win tonight, over her, he could feel it!

Or at least, he WANTED to feel it. It was funny actually, so far, he'd been...strangely content in LAW. Sure, he lost every match, and didn't love that, but he found that with most of his losses, he justified them by still being a young lion, in training, and not experienced enough yet.

But this match? Against this girl? He felt different. There was a new drive in him tonight, a desire to not just win tonights match, but earn Shimmers RESPECT in the process!

His other siblings, not booked on tonights card, weren't at the show, and he, in fact, hadn't even told THEM he had a match, wanting to keep it secret in case they were upset with him over his loss. Silly and stupid really, but...still, important to him regardless.

His music, "Analog Kid" by Rush, began to play, and young Rai sighed as he left his spot in production, heading through the back to get through Gorilla position and onto the entrance ramp, stepping onto the cold steel ramp and coming in view of the audience.

Spoiler

As soon as he came out, the teasing and taunting from the audience came flooding towards him, as he had expected.

"Why even bother kid, she's gonna pin you in seconds AGAIN!"

"You're gonna get slaughtered by a FAIRY you little wuss!"

"That's a woman, a boy like you wouldn't even know what to do with her!"

"SPEEDO BOY! YOU HAVE THE SPINE OF A JELLYFISH, AND THE MORAL BACKBONE OF DISHONORED JELLYFISH!"

*Cue confused reactions around said fan*

"...IT MEANS HE IS SPINELESS AND WEAK!"

*Fans applaud in approval*

Rai rolled his eyes as he came down the ramp. Sure, the teasing and taunts from the audience hurt his feelings more than a little, he wouldn't deny that, but he also wasn't about to just roll over and die for Shimmer just because the crowd was full of jerks! He kept up his walk, ignoring the crowd as best he could, until he reached the ring, the speedo clad young man sliding under the ropes and getting too his feet, crossing his arms and pouting as he looked over at his opponent, trying to look cool and stern as he spoke.

"This won't be like last time! You'll need a lot more than a kiss and a flashy pin to defeat me today!"

[Malkavia]

The moral backbone of a dishonored jellyfish—oh, Shimmerlace would save that one. She grinned and paced and rolled out her shoulder while Rai offered his promises in a voice in a register near as high and feminine as her own.

DING DING!

And then the foot was a-hunt! The spotlights dimmed to their normal white stagelight, and the crowed leaned in — all quiet and heavy with expectation — and the ring was an open sandbox.

There are two ways a match can start. You can scan the opponent up and down, pacing, circling, spiraling in like a shark smelling blood. You look for weakness, an opening, an opportunity to dart in and sack their gut or lariat their throat.

But that was for real opponents.

For a fun opponent such as little Rai, Shimmerlace dove at Rai headlong! PUMP PUMP PUMP went her boots in three giant strides, arm outstretched for a lariat she had no intention of hitting. Nah. She ducked to side last instant and soared past him.

"Whooooops-a-daisie!" Sorry sweetie.

She was going storm right past the little cunt—and grab the ropes and swing her boots out over the apron, then back around to meet with the back of his head with a 619 like a lead hammer.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

It was a clever trick, and had this been their first match, Rai would have fallen for it easily. But now, aware of her trickster nature, Rai kept his eye on her the whole time, prepared to duck or move.

As a result, when she ducked around him, rather than being shocked, he was prepared, turning around quickly to follow her movements. When she grabbed the ropes and swung her body, Rai instantly recognized the famous 619, and charged towards her, spreading his arms and, in a moment that would shock the audience, actually CAUGHT her legs mid-swing, taking the brunt of her momentum while stopping her between the ropes.

"Caught you!" He said, a tinge of pride in his voice from successfully catching her. While hardly the strongest fighter, he had enough strength to pull her body away from the ropes, turn his own, and fall forward, slamming her onto the mat with a sloppy, but effective, spine buster!