Match Type: Freestyle Hardstyle Hardcore Hentai Victory Conditions: To win, a wrestler must make her opponent orgasm and score a pinfall, submission, or knockout. No disqualifications, no count-outs.
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Mixed feelings. Sheila had mixed feelings about this.
On one hand, she was a hardcore wrestler about to have a hardcore match, the sort of thing she signed up for when she came to LAW. She was all about it, even moreso when you mixed in some hentain stuff with it, which this match promised to do. It had been a good little while since she’d had the opportunity to stretch and have a real throwdown, so she was eager for the chance to sink her claws into this kind of match. Equal parts fighting and fuckery, her sort of brawl.
On the other hand, her opponent was kind of, well…old. Older than her, at least, twice so, which was a new thing for Sheila. She didn’t have any problem fighting anyone her own age or at least within spitting distance of it, but the idea of fighting someone who had enough years under her belt to have one of her children be old enough to join LAW was…weird. Yeah. ‘Weird’ was the right word.
She didn’t know too much about the woman, because there wasn’t a whole lot to know. Fairly new to wrestling, seemed like she was just getting into it in order to screw with her daughter and have some fun. Sheila could respect that much, sure, but if she was looking for a fun, easy, excursion, well…they’d picked the wrong opponent for her, she would say that much.
For that reason, Sheila was laid back as she came out of the curtain for their match, strolling down to the ring with a kendo stick slung over her shoulders, absolutely zero fucks given.
played behind her and she strutted along to the music, taking her time every step of the way.
She rolled in under the bottom rope and strolled to the opposite corner, where she promptly jumped up on the middle rope and raised her weapon of choice high over head, roaring out to the crowd to get them a little hype. Might as well try to get some energy into them, even if this was destined to be a quickie, right? Give them a good show.
The cries she got back were good enough, and she promptly spun about, dropped down, and leaned up against the turnbuckle, crossing her legs with a lazy lean as she gazed up the ramp. Sheila’s good to go.
Suzuki was in the back wrapping up her fists as she got ready for her match. Already wearing her blood red briefs, the yakuza boss was still bare chested as she was preparing for the fight. The older woman was very excited for her match tonight. It'd been too long since she'd gotten into a proper brawl with someone. In her youth, the woman would beat her enemies with her own two fists until they stopped moving entirely. Good times she'd think to herself. Much like her daughter, Suzuki loved to fight. However, unlike her good natured Mako...she was far more brutal. She wanted to see her opponent's bleed on the ground as she beat them within an inch of their lives if she was feeling merciful. However, now that she was getting older...Suzuki knew she couldn't run rampant like she used to. Which is why she was here...a safe...controlled setting for her to break skulls. In a sense, this promotion was her resort. A place to relax and unwind as she got her fill of violence. Mako, of course, was less than pleased when she joined the organization. Suzuki did plan to have some fun with her little fishy while she was here after all. Plus, Mako knew just how far her mother could take things. Suzuki wasn't going away, though, so she told her daughter to suck it up and go fuck a trainer to get over it. While she was happy that got the young woman to stop whining...no mother is happy to see her words being taken too literally as the shark did in fact go and fuck a trainer. Suzuki Adachi
While Suzuki wouldn't lie and say her own sexual preferences weren't passed down to her daughter...by far most of the young woman's lust was from her father. The deadbeat coward who ran away at the first sign of dying when her family learned that she was pregnant. She still had up a price on his head for the first person to bring her his heart. Not the head, his heart. She didn't want to see his face, after all. Still, she loved her daughter. Nothing could change that. She was the only one in the Adachi bloodline that Suzuki felt love for in fact. Something that made a lot of sense considering she'd been involved in half of the deaths in the family. No point in bringing up all that dirty business, though. Tonight she had a match against a woman her daughter's age named Sheila.
"So what's your plan tonight?" Mako would ask in her native Japanese as she leaned back against the lockers.
"Fuck! Mako?! How long have you been here?" Suzuki would ask, turning in surprise to see her daughter here.
"What? I've been here the whole time!?" the shark would say, completely blown away that her mother didn't notice her walking around for the past ten minutes.
"Really? Huh...well you could've said something..."
"I did! I said HEY MOM, right when i walked in!" Mako would yell, annoyed to learn that she'd been ignored this entire time. After a brief and awkward silence between the two, Suzuki decided to simply cut through the tension like it was her father and leave it bleeding out on the floor as she went on with her life.
"So what are you doing here? I thought you protesting my presence by going on a hunger strike or something..."the mother would say as she slipped on the kick guards that covered her feet.
"That not what I meant by eating...never-mind...Of course I'm going to cheer you on though...you're my mom...don't make this weird." Mako would explain as she looked at the lockers to avoid eye contact.
"...That's nice..." Suzuki would reply, sounding calm and uninterested on the outside, while on the inside she was gushing like any proud mother. Of course her daughter could read her a mile away. Which is why she was so focused on looking away so she wouldn't see the tiny changes her mom showed when she was really happy in an over-lovingly...well...motherly way. This led to another classic Adachi family silence as they refused to look at each other and risk getting embarrassed. Mako would go back to leaning against the lockers, while her mom would tie the bands she wore around her biceps. She'd worn these since her days learning muay thai. And once they were tied there was only one thing left to put on.
"Mako...come here and help me with my wrappings..." Suzuki would ask her daughter as she lifted the red bandaging off the bench she was sitting on. Turning around to face her, the older woman would lift her arms so the shark could tie the wrappings around her breasts. Rolling her eyes, Mako would walk over to her mom but would stand behind her rather than the front.
"I know this must sound ridiculous coming from me...but can you not flash your tits at me..." the shark would ask as she took the long strip of cloth and started wrapping it around her mom's chest.
"Did I complain when you had me wrap your chest growing up? I could've made you do it yourself or wear a damned bra...but I every day before school I'd wrap up your chest so you could play...what did you call it?" Suzuki would explain before having her daughter finish.
"...Sexy modern age samurai woman...I get your point...shutting up now..." the shark would say as she decided to keep her mouth shut and just wrap her mom up. She really didn't want to hear her mother start complaining about the whole...harem incident at school. God even as a kid she was a menace to chastity. So Mako would just finish putting on the cloth wrappings before securing them nice and tight.
"There...all done...and well...good luck mom..." Mako would say as she patted her mother awkwardly on her back.
"Aren't you coming?" Suzuki would ask as she stood up. After all the shark told her she'd be cheering her on.
"...Mom...you're gonna be out there fucking a woman my age...no...you're going to be fucking someone period. I'll wait for you back here..." Mako would explain with an eyebrow raised. She may have been a hopeless pervert...but she wasn't THAT far gone.
"...Oh! Right I completely forgot that part...well I'll be back soon." Suzuki would say with a laugh as she began to exit the locker room.
“Kick her ass, mom.” Mako would say with a smirk. Already well aware of what Suzuki was capable of.
——————————————— Entrance music: Kill Me Pretty
The yakuza boss’s music would begin to blast from the speakers as the woman made her entrance. Walking out onto the stage, Suzuki looked like a completely different woman as moved through the smoke being pumped out around her. Funny enough, the woman was smoking a cigarette as she made her way to ramp. After taking a quick puff from it, the badass bitch would flick her cig down into the smoke before continuing down to the ring. The crowd was cheering loudly for the older woman as she made her entrance. It’d probably be fair to assume that the fans cheered for all the hot, scantily clad ladies that came out here to fight for their amusement. Of course Suzuki was only here to fight for HER OWN amusement. Besides, the abundance of cheers were probably due to Mako popping out of her more than anything.
So, after making her way into the ring, Suzuki would slide under the ropes and get inside. Seeing her opponent, the older woman couldn’t help but lick her black colored lips. If all the ladies were beauties like this one, she had to admit that her daughter had the right idea by joining this promotion. Getting to her feet, Suzuki would walk right up to Sheila and grab the woman by her throat. Then, she’d get right to business by pulling the wild looking woman into a kiss. Honestly, she didn’t care for being told when to fight. And she especially didn’t let people tell her when to fuck. So, Suzuki would take Sheila in her arms, try to press her back against the corner, and grab a handful of her ass while making out with the woman.
She wasn’t sure what she expected to come walking out of that curtain, not exactly, but she could say she didn’t expect to finding herself watching a damn Japanese murder granny. The woman would’ve been fine for any, but for pushing her mid-forties? Oh, wow. A tall, curvaceous body, absolutely stacked, rippling with muscle and covered with an art show worth of tattoos. Suzuki cut an imposing figure as she made her way to the ring, all confidence and no quit. Sheila liked what she saw.
Of course, she wasn’t about to let Suzuki know any of those thoughts. Had an image to keep. She came out of her corner, dragging the kendo stick behind her as she walked, ready to meet her foe in the center of the ring and kick this off. ”Sure you’re up for this, granny shark?” She wiped her nose and smirked. ”Not sure the health plan covers-”
Sheila had a quip ready and a damn good one, but it wound up getting lost in Suzuki’s throat as the woman came rushing forward and took her like a drunk prom date, rushing her quick and smashing their mouths together without a word spoken. That got a surprised yelp out of the Aussie - sure, she liked it quick and hard, but even she typically said something before she got down to business - ‘hello’, ‘how are you’, ‘are you down to fuck’, stuff like that. Suzuki had no such reservation - she just came in like an avalanche, ramming Sheila into the corner and getting straight to it.
Well. All right, then.
Sheila didn’t push back at first, more than happy to take the attention, until the bell finally rang and kicked this off in earnest. That was all the trigger she needed, and pull away from the kiss, only to jerk back and ram their skulls together for a move that she never went a match without executing: A headbutt.
Suzuki was already enjoying herself as she took Sheila in her arms and made out with the woman. This bitch was a cocky mother fucker that was for sure. The nerve to call her granny shark. If Mako had heard that she would've tackled her mom right then and there to keep her from killing somebody. Luckily for the wild woman, Suzuki found her banter cute. Like a cocky young blood challenging the top dog in charge...the older woman couldn't wait to fuck her senseless for it. It didn't matter if Sheila had a weapon on her, the yakuza boss would take her head on as she forced the bitch into the corner while they were in the middle of making out.
Seeing that the woman had a kendo stick was a nice surpirse. After all, Suzuki had practiced kendo most of her life. Maybe she'd check under the ring for one later so she and Sheila here could have themselves a sword fight. For now, though, the only things that the older woman wanted to fight with was their tongues as they wrestled around in Sheila's mouth to dominate the kiss. The bell ringing didn't even make Suzuki flinch as she was sticking her tongue down the wild woman's throat. However, Sheila on the other hand would break their lips apart as she pulled her head back, and return it with a good ole headbutt to the frisky mother!
"Uuuuggh! Fuck..." the yakuza woman would grunt out as their skulls smacked together. But Suzuki wasn't about to be outdone by some cocky bitch, and with a grin the mother shark would give her opponent a headbutt right back! "The only one who needs a health plan...is you, young blood~" the older woman growled after smacking her skull into Sheila's face.
Jesus, Sheila would give the woman points for being direct as fuck, if nothing else. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had come on this damn strong to start up, and she could feel real power when Suzuki pressed up against. It wasn’t just the size difference between - there was serious power in that body, even for a woman at her height, and it wasn’t something that a lightweight like Sheila could do much against. Not with traditional means.
A good thing, then, that she had plenty of moves that weren’t traditional, like her headbutt, which was already working wonders. Her headbutt connected clean, and while it left her a little woozy, she was more than clear enough to see that Suzuki was reeling. She moved out of the corner, fist raised, ready to drill it straight in her opponent’s face…
…and wound up taking a headbutt of her own for her troubles.
It likely didn’t help that she was moving forward when she took it, but even without that in mind, Suzuki’s headbutt still went off like a grenade in her skull, turning her world white for a painful second. Sheila was thrown back against the pads once more, and she stared there this time, blinking and shaking her head as her brain tried to reboot. ”What…what the fuck…”
...was she getting outbrawled? It felt like she was getting outbrawled.
Suzuki had been in plenty of brutal fights in her time. So it was safe to say she was used to taking blows to her head. It must've been jarring for Sheila to see an older woman brush off headbutts like they were nothing. Not as jarring as an actual headbutt, of course, but surprising none the less. So as she was shaking her head and trying to reboot, Suzuki would take advantage of the fact her opponent had lost her senses for the moment. With Sheila against the turnbuckles, the older woman would attempt to drill the young blood in the belly with a strong knee strike to double her over. "Come on, honey...where's all that cockiness you had? Aren't you gonna fuck this granny up?" the yakuza woman would say, taunting her opponent before grabbing her by the hair
Then, Suzuki would yank the younger woman's long mane and try to flip her over with a hairmare. If successful, the yakuza boss would try get her opponent in a seated position, before nailing the youngster with a low roundhouse kick. Looking to swing her leg right into the back of Sheila's head with a loud clap, the older woman wanted to keep the wild bitch nice and dizzy as she kept hammering away at her.
Sheila had only just brought her senses back and cleared the fog, and the first thing she was treated to coming out of that? A knee to the stomach. Lovely. The blow sunk deep into her toned abs and drove the air clear out of, leaving her to gasp and retch as her hair was yanked and caught into Suzuki’s tight grip. ”Let go of my goddamn-”
Suzuki did let her go, but only after flipping her about with a hairmare, dumping her flat on her ass. Not the worst move in wrestling by a longshot, but it was always the follow-up that sucked the most, and that was the case, here - a wicked kick sliced across the back of her skull, leaving her head ringing.
”Fuck!” Sheila fell to her side and clutched her head, squirming as the pain ran its course. For an old bitch, Suzuki hit hard. She swore, she’d taken chair shots that felt better. Her body was telling her to stay down and take a moment for rest, but she promptly told it to shut the hell up. No way was she letting this shit go unanswered.
”Okay, you want it, grandma?” She growled and rolled to her feet, hurriedly and drunkenly standing up, nearly falling back down on the way up. ”Fucking fine!” Sheila lashed out with a wild haymaker, lunging at Suzuki as she hurled the sloppy punch. Not concerned with looking pretty or technique, she simply wanted to hit this bitch.
Suzuki was smirking as she watched her opponent fall to the side in pain. If she had thought being flipped by her hair and kicked was bad, then the yakuza boss had so much more to show the woman. Chuckling at Sheila's reaction to her kick, the older woman would casually walk around the young blood. Practically coming off just like Mako as she circled her prey like a shark. Eyes focused on the woman the entire time, Suzuki would watch and wait as Sheila would get back up.
"Oh I want it little girl~" the yakuza boss would bark back while flashing the bitch a cocky smirk. "Make your jokes while you can...soon enough you're gonna be calling me mommy~" Suzuki laughed as the woman came at her like a stumbling drunk. Clearly she hadn't recovered from the head kick yet. Sloppy. Very sloppy. Suzuki had half a mind to knock this youngster's block off for coming at her with such a worthless punch. So, as Sheila came at her, eyes radiating fury as she took her swing, the older woman would duck under it and left her opponent fly past her. Not even bothering to counter attack such a wasted effort, Suzuki would instead smack the wild woman's ass when she flew past her.
"Stand up straight, at least try to aim at something, and start throwing better punches than a fucking grandmother...or next time you'll never miss again..." the older woman would growl, coming off as a horrifying mix between a disappointed mother talking to her daughter and an armed robber threatening a hostage. Suzuki wouldn't even more or try to defend herself then. She wanted to see if Sheila could get her shit together...and if she couldn't...or if this was all she had...then the yakuza boss might end up committing a murder from the utter disappoint of this evening.
Sheila came in hot and hard, rushing Suzuki head-on. No fear, no hesitation. She was going to drop this bitch in a single punch and knock that stupid look off her face, easy. Just one second, one impact, that was all she needed, and-
”Fuck!”
She missed. She fucking missed. More accurately, Suzuki had ducked out of the way with embarrassing ease, leaving Sheila to stumble forward and nearly fall flat from the overextension. She braced for a counterattack, and she was given one…sort of. Sheila felt a sharp pain on her ass, yelped at the sensation, and staggered forward, only to turn about with wild, fiery eyes when she realized what had happened.
The bitch had slapped her on the ass.
She spun about on a heel and glared daggers as she spoke, absorbing every word and using it for fuel. Not only was the woman not taking her seriously, she was talking to her like a mix between a disappointed parent and a mob boss. Who the fuck was this woman.
”You piece of…” She cut herself off before the entire insult could get out, forcing some calm into her brain. Don’t get heated, don’t get stupid. She had a bad start, but the match wasn’t even a minute old. She could make up for this. ”Okay. Okay.”
Sheila spat off to the side, nearly hitting the disgusted referee, and charged straight at Suzuki once more, charging her with a fist drawn back. Instead of going for the obvious punch, though, she pulled at the last second and lashed out with a front kick, aiming the point of her toe at the woman’s - admittedly tone - midsection.
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Suzuki normally didn’t give people chances like this. Most of the time she was a one strike you’re out sort of person. Maybe she was just feeling generous since this was her first match here. Whatever the reason, the yakuza boss would give Sheila the time she needed to cool her head and punch her like she meant it. Of course, the wild woman looked so pissed that Suzuki wondered if she’d actually manage to do it. But after a few moments, rather than cussing out the older woman, Sheila would take a deep breath and talked herself down. As the young blood seemed to calm down, Suzuki would stay put and watch as the wild woman spat down on the ring before charging forward. The mother shark had no intention of blocking or dodging this. Not when Sheila was doing exactly as she was told. So she’d simply wait for her opponent to give…
…wait. Suzuki could see something in her eyes. Something was off about what they were targeting…not so much where but how…oh clever gir-
The yakuza boss didn’t have time to finish her thought as Sheila drove her foot into the woman’s firm abs. Grunting out loud, Suzuki would lean forward before taking a few steps back. The sneaky bitch pulled a fast one over her. While she hadn’t planned on dodging it in the first place, the kick probably would’ve nailed her even if she tried. “Heh…not bad kiddo…” the older woman would say as she looked up at her opponent with a crazed smirk. Rubbing her abs with one hand, Suzuki would think about how she should reward Sheila for that.
