The Seal of Saloman Match is a contest that incorporates Black Hand rules (No DQ and Hentai-only), but with some changes:
There is a metal pentacle placed at ringside, held in place in a horizontal position at first. The goal is to strap the opponent into the pentacle, render them unconscious via orgasm, and then raise it to a vertical position. A competitor that is knocked out in any other manner will be revived."
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Guess they wanted me to show off what I do
But I couldn't care any less to show you
Cause though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove
Though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove --Madilyn Mei
Tai Kamiya had to be honest...he...wasn't quite sure what to make of this match he was debuting in, or his opponent yet.
Tonight, at a Halloween ppv of all things, was going to be the Eldest Kamiya's debut match here in LAW, the start of a new journey that...was frankly just weird.
What else could be said of a new career that involved discovering your long lost dad was a shitty wrestler, ditched your mom and a bunch of other women cause he was a dick, and was now hooking up Tai and 5 other of his half-siblings with wrestler contracts to do hentai matches in Japan?
Weird.
Also weird...was this match type. Apparently there was a pentagram outside the ring, and in order to win he had to beat his opponent...fuck them unconscious, and then hang them on the dial.
And on top of all of that...his opponent, according to her picture, was a crazy Voodoo, Papa Shango looking babe...on the same night his youngest half-sibling was fuck-fighting a vampire.
Yeah...this place was weird all right...but it was HIS kind of weird.
Clad in his red tights and matching jacket and headband, the soccer star grinned as he came out to the ring when his music played, a fiery latin number from his homeland in South America, standing on the entrance ramp, overlooking the massive crowd of people before him. Even after playing in dozens of soccer stadiums just as packed as this...the sight sent a shiver of pure excitement through him, and, as weird as this all was, it was that similar shiver of excitment, for the crowds attention, for the struggle and fight and triumph ahead, that felt familiar, and helped him feel more at home, even if it was a fighting arena instead of a soccer stadium.
Slapping the few hands offered, Tai cockily made his way to the ring. While his half brother hadn't fared very well against his beautiful vampire opponent, Tai was going to show why HE was the Kamiya to pay attention too, when he took this Mama Saloman and left her in a beaten and fucked heap on the mat!
sounded throughout. Dark red smoke began to seep up from beneath the stage, the ramp, and even the ring itself, smelling of sulfur and slowly filling the space.
As the music first began picking up in its intensity,
Sans the green goop.
appeared on stage, donned in ritualistic garb that was adorned with spikes and horned masks and skulls at their belts, all wielding staves topped with horned skulls with glowing red eyes. They marched to the ring with purpose, chanting in unison in some unknown language. Organized, four lined up on each side of the ramp. They would separate into pairs when they surrounded the ring.
As the music picked up further, so did the volume of the chanting and the energy the mysterious men put into to it, culminating in the group raising their staves into the air again and again as what appeared to be some sort of ritual was finally reaching its fever pitch. Just in time for them to be overtaken by the thick, hellish fog that would render Tai unable to see so much as his own hands in front of his face as it filled the ring and took him too. They would strike at him if he tried to escape, being somehow capable of landing hits even through that -- perhaps the eyes embedded in those masks allowed them to perceive what the human eye could not? Regardless, it would be nothing particularly damaging. Just something to keep him in that ring.
After some time, the chanting would finally cease, seconds before the music. Regular lighting would resume in the arena, which would be filled with an unnerving silence as the crowd waited with bated breath to see exactly what was going on. The smoke would return from whence it came in a manner that appeared as though time were moving backwards from its appearance, though the stink of sulfur would remain for a while. When the ring finally became visible, Tai and the audience both would be able to see that the masked men were gone. Vanished without a trace.
And the crowd would get on its feet, going wild with appreciation of the somewhat Undertaker-esque antics of
Sans the earrings.
Her head took slow, momentary, curious tilts to the sides as her blackened eyes, with whites where there would normally be browns, blues, greens, and what have you looked the man over, as though she were appraising him for something.
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"...Well...this is certainly ominous..." Tai muttered to himself as the lights went dark, replaced by a dark shade of orange as red smoke blew upward, from all around Tai and the ring, and going up the ramp and stage, the former soccer star looking around in surprise as the thick, foul smelling fog rose high enough to cascade into the ring, easily clearing one Rai's worth in height, which would have made Tai chuckle, had the next sight not been more concerning, as 8 figures came onto the stage, weilding strange looking staves with...skulls on them, of course, and the freakiest costumes he'd ever seen...and then they began chanting and making their way towards the ring...
Despite having...absolutely NO idea what was going on, Tai was no fool. Despite the rising fog, he rolled out of the ring, and quickly ran over to the ring announcer, rudely shoving her aside and grabbing the sold steel chair she was sitting on before rolling back into the ring as the masked figures, still chanting a bizarre chant that was getting louder and louder, he held the chair up, waving for the referee, (an attractive young woman in a striped shirt and black booty shorts, who looked terrified at what she was seeing) to get behind him, keeping his eye on the figures, not running away, but making it clear that if any of them dared to enter the ring he'd brain them good.
Luckily for them...or maybe him, they made no such moves as they surrounded the ring, their chanting getting louder, their motions getting more animated, the smell of smoke and sulfur getting worse, as the south american star realized the smoke was rising higher and higher, filling the entire space of the ring.
"Dios Mio...what the hell is going on here!?" he exclaimed. Was this common in wrestling or something!? As the red fog raised higher and higher, Tai felt the referee cling to him, and he moved aside his jacket, letting her press it to her nose and mouth as he ducked his head and did
similar, not wanting to breath any of this stuff as it fully engulfed the ring and everyone in it!
Somehow...this was Rai's fault. Even if it wasn't.
Only seconds passed, before the chanting ceased, the lights went back to normal, and, surprisingly fast, the red engulfing fog lowered, seemingly reversing itself, until the ring was clear, and Tai and the referee girl looked up, in confusion and bewilderment.
"You alright Senorita?" He asked the referee next to him, looking to his left and right and seeing, to his surprise, that the masked figures and their weird skull-fetish staves had disappeared entirely.
Was...that his opponent? Did he have an opponent? What was all that!? This was...a very very confusing way to start his debut match.
It was at that point that the fog cleared the last part of the ring, and the crowd suddenly roared in surprise, and he heard the terrified scream of the referee girl, turning to see her and letting out a loud, high pitched, yelp of surprise as standing directly behind him...was the most terrifying woman he'd ever seen, with freaky facepaint, white eyes, and an outfit that screamed "Evil Magic Demon Voodoo Lady"
He stumbled back a couple of steps, cursing reactively. "JESUS! What the FUCK!?" He exclaimed, looking around to make sure there wasn't any other surprises around him before looking back at the woman before him.
"Uh...I'm uh...guessing your Mama Saloman then? Or like...just a REALLY disturbed fan?" He asked, trying to bring the situation back to SOME semblance of normalcy!
But normalcy, he would not be granted. "Yes." She spoke with a creepy monotone. But which question was she answering? Or was it both? Saloman would not clarify, instead stepping over to the ropes as she removed first her hat and then her coat, handing both items off to a rather strange ringside assistant. His movements were robotic and his eyes were glazed over. The man was alive, but it seemed that no one was inside.
The dark and mysterious debutant, with the low cut top, corset, and figure hugging trunks that composed the lion's share of her ring attire revealed in full, returned to the center of the ring, her focus back on the South American Kamiya brother. "Your life force will be adequate sustenance, Tai Kamiya." She stood tall and nearly motionless, her white eyes fixed in an unending stare at her opponent as she waited for the frightened referee to give the signal to the timekeeper.
If it weren't for her breathing, it would've appeared as though she'd suddenly become an incredibly lifelike statue.
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Tai was flabbergasted. Rai told him this was a sexy wrestling league with sexy ladies wanting dick all the time, now he gets here and he's fighting some...strange...voodoo kin mafia type bitch. Did she say his "life force" would be sufficent?
And now...what the hell was she doing now? She was just...standing there. Solid, still, silent...like a statue, except for the slight rising and falling of her chest as she breathed.
Utterly confused and bewilered, Tai did what he always did when he felt confused and bewildered... and double down.
"Alright... alright..." he said, nodding his head up and down as he removed his jacket and tossed it outside of the ring, showing off his bare chest, abs and lightly muscled body, shaking his limbs and bouncing on his heels before pointing at Mama Solomon.
"Woman, I don't know what the HELL you are, some kind of crazy magic evil lady for sure... but I came here to KICK people, and make some hot ladies cum, so if you think you're ready for me, then lets go!"
He said, firing himself as he spoke and looking at the scared referee girl, who finally got her head on straight and signaled for the bell to ring, causing the hyped up Tai to charge towards Solomon, immediately trying to charge at the woman so he could try to hit her with a clothesline!
Fit. Capable. Willful. Showing true bravery; not being unafraid, but rather, putting his foot down and persisting in spite of the fear that had been struck into him. He made a challenge and charged the moment the referee signaled for the opening bell. Saloman, seemingly fearlessly -- perhaps even without emotion entirely -- remained in place, enduring the swinging arm that came down around her chest and powered her down into the mat. Outside of that impact, the mysterious woman had fallen without making a sound.
Two seconds. That was all she needed to regain the breath that had been knocked out of her. It was a good hit. Better than she expected from a man who'd previously made his living with his legs and feet. She rose to an upright seated position, her upper body springing up like she was a member of the undead rising from the confines of her coffin. And then she picked herself up, into the same position she was in just seconds ago: Casting a stoic gaze at her opponent, like that clotheslines hadn't just happened.
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Ok, things were off to a good start. That was a hit, a good, thick, solid hit that smashed the scary woman down to the mat. Relief filled his veins as he slowed to a stop, letting out a small sigh of relief. Whatever this woman was, she was human. She could be hit, she could be knocked down, which meant she could be damaged and knocked OUT as well! For all her scary theatrics, there was nothing to...worry...about...
While he was thinking, Tai had turned around, as if wanting to confirm to himself that his opponent was just a creepy weird chick that he just knocked on her ass....only to find her standing up again and staring directly at him. Unharmed. Unphased. As if she hadn't been touched.
...Fuck...
Tai felt a cold sweat start to drip down the back of his neck as the facepainte woman stared at him, unblinking, before he shook his head and opened his mouth.
"Alright...if that won't do it...try this!" He exclaimed stepping forward to close the distance between them and throwing his leg up in a hard kick, trying to smack his shin against her chest!
A strong blow that sent the collision of flesh and bone thundering through the front rows and her heart off rhythm for the next several seconds. Saloman faced it with a stoicism that would have made Jason Vorhees proud, stumbling back after not having done so much as brace for impact. Using the ropes to either side of her as a guide for how far she was falling back, she would reach back for those behind her. That a moment's rest had followed rather than an immediate comeback would be the only sign that it had done any damage...
A hit! More than that, a SOLID hit, Tai felt the impact through his leg as his shin SMACKED into Mama Salomans chest, and made her stumble back...and that was it.
No cry of pain, no rubbing at a sore spot, no bruising appearing on her skin...Hell, the woman didnt even look winded!
This was...VERY unnerving, and the former soccer star felt a chill go down his spine as the woman just stared at him, as if, for all intents and purposes, she had never taken the attack at all, again.
"...What the fu...Fucking fine then!" Tai exclaimed, clearly getting agitated at this point, and making a point of sticking his bare chest out.
"You can shake off my hits, lets see how strong yours are, one free shot, give it to me!" the hot headed braggart yelled, trying to use bravado to cover his slowly growing concern about the painted woman!
