Yoko vs Ivan - Get Lucky.

[ragaz]

Takes place in the bedroom of Yoko Littner.
Win condition: 10 second full body pin. Only counts when performed on the bed
Using items within the room is allowed. LAW will compensate Yoko for any damages.
Hentai allowed, except penetration of any kind.
Orgasms will result in a penalty - the one on the receiving end will have a hold locked in on them by the one who made them cum. the recipient is not allowed to resist until the hold is locked in/pressure applied.
The loser becomes a PoW of the winner for the night at Yoko's place.

Spoiler

Yoko was getting changed into the attire that she decided to use for tonight's match. She was feeling both nervous and excited despite being one of the most experienced fighters in bedroom matches in LAW. Not the most experienced hentai fighter mind you, that's for sure. The thing was, her opponent would be male and going by the rules of the match, it was gonna be intimate, one way or another. Yoko was bisexual, but over the years of her time in LAW, she certainly developed a preference for women. LAW turns every woman gay, it's just a matter of time.

The other factor was, that Yoko just recently stopped renting her apartment, but instead bought a house in full from her large earnings that built up over the years of her time in LAW. The house was relatively simple, but it was special in a certain way - it had a large bedroom and a king-sized bed. For a while Yoko was thinking about doing her bedroom or apartment matches in her own apartment. It was Yoko's first bedroom match against a male opponent. In fact, this would be her first match ever against a male opponent. On top of that, it would be at her own place. So yeah, Yoko was nervous, but she also wanted to prove herself in a fight against male opponents someday.

After Yoko finished changing, she went to her bedroom on the second floor, to make sure everything is ready and to take away or hide some of more fragile and personal items. Yoko looked at her rifle, resting against a corner. She went over to it, taking out all of the ammunition. For a moment Yoko considered ''what if he comes with bad intentions..?'' Yoko thought of the worst for a moment but then dismissed it and took the ammunition along with some other items in downstairs, hastily putting them into some drawers in the kitchen.

That was when Yoko heard the door bell. It's got to be him... She murmured to herself. Her opponent was a new guy in LAW. She knew that his name was Ivan Ramirez, but she knew nothing of him. Was he Russian? Mexican? American? Well, whatever she tried to guess about him, would be proven wrong after she opened the door.
Uhm... Hello. Can I help you..? It was a redhead boy in a tuxedo and carrying a basked in his hand? Surely this was a mistake. Surely this was just someone else. Yoko was pretty dismissive at first, but his face did match the one in the picture provided to her in the contract.
Wait, don't tell me you're... Yoko was confused and didn't finish her sentence. Nobody ever comes to a match like that. Most of the time its something pretty revealing or some casual clothes, or a wrestling outfit... Never a tuxedo. Yoko would be looking at him with her mouth slightly open.

[MR. Q]

Walking down the road, Ivan fixed his hair and clothes as much as possible while carrying a basket full of pastries, sweets and chocolates.

A gift of sorts for his opponent for today.

Passing by car, he can't help but feel strange at the unfamiliar man looking back at him by it's reflection.



Neat hair instead his usual unruly one. A very formal tux, nice, clean and looking sharp.

So far away from trash diving kid or bloody fighter in the House of Don.

He scoffed before turning away and continued his walk. No matter what he looked like, his still the same kid from Manila. No amount of fancy ass clothes would change that.

Heck, he was lucky to nab enough money from that stingy midget, Mr. Q, to buy a tux (need to look good for his host tonight) for today's match which is a very strange one.

The hecks a softcore Hentai?

Walking down the streets, he checked the paper with a poorly written address and a picture of a house. Unfolding it, he compared the written words on the street sign and the paper. Seeing that it matched, he's in the right place.

Only need to find the house.

It wasn't long till he found it. It was cozy looking home, something he wished he can one day shelter his brother and sisters with.

More reason to earn money.

"Mao nani? Tignan natin? (" This is it? Let's see?") Ivan mumbled before walking to the front door.

For 5 minutes, he awkwardly psyched himself up. It's his first time in someone's home (other than the Don's but he is an exception) and it was a woman's place to boot.

With all of his courage mustered, he rang the doorbell. It wasn't soon before it opened and a stunning redhead greeted him, dressed in a red bikini with red hot flame design and short shorts.

Not what he is expecting but it's a welcome surprise.

She looked confused of the stranger in front of her house.

"Um...Hello. Can I help you?" She asked before something clicked in her head.

"Wait, don't tell me you're... "

"Ivan Ramirez." He finished her sentence for her.

"Yoko?" He awkwardly asked with a nervous smile, bringing up the basket of offerings.

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No, This really was her opponent. ''A fancy boy, eh?'' Was what Yoko thought, although she couldn't have been farther from the truth. But to be fair, Ivan certainly had something going for him. Coming into a match with gifts? That was certainly a good way to catch a girl off guard, so to say.

Eh heh heh... Yoko laughed a little nervously as she took the basket gently. Thanks but uhm you shouldn't have, heh...
Upon hearing the name, Yoko opened the door wide. So, you ARE my opponent after all... Yes, I am Yoko Littner, your opponent for tonight! Yoko said rather cheerfully, making way for Ivan to come in through the door. Please, come in.

After Ivan would walk in, Yoko would lock the door and go over to the guest room to put the basked on the table. So, Mr. Ramirez, would you like a drink or something before we... begin? If Ivan actually wished something, then Yoko would go to the kitchen.
If not, then Yoko would lead him upstairs to her bedroom. Follow me.

[MR. Q]

"Eh heh heh... " Yoko laughed a little nervously as she took the basket gently. She's embarrassed?"Thanks but uhm you shouldn't have, heh..."

That's when Ivan said his name, her demeanor changed.

Upon hearing the name, Yoko opened the door wide. So, you ARE my opponent after all... Yes, I am Yoko Littner, your opponent for tonight! Yoko said rather cheerfully, making way for Ivan to come in through the door. Please, come in.

Ivan didn't get a single word of due to her enthusiasm, stumping him on the spot but the idea is clear for him. With a respectful bow, he entered her home.

"Salamat." (Thank you). He instinctively said.

Entering the homely house, it was cozy in the inside as well from the outside. He heard her lock the door behind him before she put the basket on a table.

So, Mr. Ramirez, would you like a drink or something before we... begin?

He heard her say drink from her sentence but he doesn't want to impose so he shook his head in reply. But there's something irked him.

"Ivan or Ramirez. No mister." He said as Yoko beckons her to the stairs. Being called a mister felt weird for him. His name or last name would do just fine for him.

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Heh, right. No mister. Yoko confirmed with a chuckle as she led Ivan upstairs to her spacious bedroom with a large bed inside.
Well, this is where we will fight. Yoko would stop in place, turning towards Ivan, her right hand on her hip
There's no bell, but we can start whenever you're ready. Yoko would look Ivan up and down before pointing her left finger at him.
Surely you you're not gonna fight me wearing a tuxedo, are you?

[MR. Q]

Ivan followed her lead upstairs as they have small talk. Entering a bedroom (her's possibly), she turned around to him to speak.

Well, this is where we will fight.

He didn't understand what she mostly said but he heard 'fight', realization soon hits him that they are gonna fight in HER bedroom.

Awkward.

Better not break anything important.

He thought with a gulp, warily looking for any valuable items that may break in their tussle. Thankfully, it looks like his fellow redhead thought ahead and cleared out the room save for some furnitures and decorative items.

Although the gun in the corner is a rather intimidating sight.

She's not one of those American Gun-ho shooters, right? The one that would shoot first, ask never type.


She then continued to speak, giving him only a few seconds to comprehend what she said.

Fight. Tuxedo. You?

He got the gist after some thinking. No he won't fight in his Tux, it cost him a lot (he really don't know) and it would be a shame to damage it.

So he began to strip in front of her.

Not like that you pervs! He has his wrestling gear (if you can call it that) underneath.

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Yoko noticed Ivan stare at her rifle in particular. Yoko chuckled a little. Heheh, don't worry. I'm not going to use it. Then Yoko's face turns more serious. ...Unless you try something stupid. Yoko would try to intimidate the boy a little to lessen the chances of anything unwanted happening. It was quite an empty threat, though as she took out all of the ammunition and brought it downstairs previously.

Then Ivan began stripping in front of Yoko. Her cheeks reddened a little as the boy was wearing less than she thought he would. Almost nothing, practically. Not that Yoko was one to talk, though... It is what it is. Yoko raised her fists in a boxing stance, left foot forward, her gaze now serious, focused. Ready?

[MR. Q]

Looks we are about to start.

Ivan thought as Yoko took a boxing stance. He nodded in return, a silent agreement to her and took his own boxing stance.

There's no referee and no bell in this match. Just the two of them facing each other.

He breathed and observed. Yoko's stance is tight, showing that she is an experienced boxer herself. This complicated things a little. Looking around, he saw the huge ass bed.

It gave him a idea.

A stupid one.

As both fighters remained poised and gauging each other, an unheard signal rang.

Ivan moved first.

Dashing forward in on step, he aimed for a tackle to take her balance while giving him the opportunity to secure his plan.

What he didn't expect is for a knee to greet him.

Ay Butiki! (Ooooooooh Lizard!)

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''A silent type, huh?'' Yoko thought as she noticed that the boy was not talking much at all and the way he talked was a bit off.
Regardless, it was time to fight and after the two fighters were ready, ivan dashed in low against Yoko, clearly going for a tackle. Maybe he thought that Yoko wasn't trained and so that she wouldn't respond properly, but the red boy could not be more wrong.
Yoko raised her right knee straight into Ivan's noggin, snapping his head back.

Not a great decision! Yoko would exclaim before, if not stopped, she would follow up with a left straight aimed for Ivan's solar plexus and then finishing the little combo with a right uppercut to the chin. A hiss would come out of Yoko's mouth with each blow.

[MR. Q]

Stars lit up from the knee hitting his stubborn head but he immediately shake it off, stepping back to reorient himself.

Ivan's lucky his used to taking blows that would either knock a man flat out cold or worse.

A blow to the solar plexus almost knocked the wind out of him but he didn't falter, knowing it's a common setup for a knockout.

His guess was right as she can see her right going for an uppercut.

He dodged it at the last second, leaning backwards and letting the uppercut fly by, nearly clipping his chin. Seeing an opportunity, he would shove her back with a Teep kick to separate them at the same time.


If he can get some distance, he could go for foot stomp hook combo to gain advantage.



It's Dirty but it's just like him.