Hentai Pop Quiz: Ms. Spencer vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Hardstyle Hentai
First to score an orgasm after a pinfall, submission, or knockout wins.

Arlise Christiaens knew this test would come, and she obsessed over herself.

"Ms. Christiaens, please! Twenty seconds!"

The redhead, finally caving to the pressure, performed one final once-over on her entire appearance - checking her lipstick, running a hand through her silky hair, and stretching her leotard over her form to ensure it... what did she try to ensure? A pang hit her in the chest knowing that, if her opponent possessed any skills at all - and Muriel Spencer did - her leotard would not remain snug to her figure for long. Another pang hit her when her overly analytical mind reminded her that the precise reason for that promised wardrobe malfunction lay in the match type.

A hentai match. Her first.

A wave of anxiousness hit her while she once again wrote a dozen different storylines in her head - many of them involving her losing - related to how this match should end, but she sucked in a breath and shoved them aside as she had attempted to do for the last hour while she prepared. She willed herself to straighten and stroll to the door to find her way from the locker room to gorilla in the twenty, or oh, now fifteen, seconds she had before her cue. On the way, she swept a hand through her hair one more time.

The match came as no surprise, and in fact, she had expected it sooner. Between her reputation for putting on a lovely show for her fans in her previous promotion and her... experiences in LAW, she would have expected them to book her for a hentai match sooner. But they had waited. She almost wished they hadn't and that the experience had already passed before the... run of difficult early matches.

She did, however, feel more prepared than she would have previously. Between her recent apartment matches, her meeting with the lovely doctor that had ended far differently than she expected, and her recent confidence-building wins, worry spared her... mostly, and she actually carried some confidence behind her as the techs summoned her music and she strode onto the stage to the familiar announcement of her hometown and "Titania - Arlise Christiaens!" A memory tortured her mind, however.

The last time she had battled a wrestler with the experience of Muriel Spencer, Arlise had passed out between the woman's thighs. How much worse would tonight go if she lay unconscious, a ripe fruit for the woman to...

The sound of cheers drowning out her mature, rhythmic music buried her concerns. So caught up in her own thoughts, Arlise briefly looked confused before recovering to grin at them, wave, and prop a hand on her hip like a perfect pin-up. Even through the struggles, these people had come to love her. Letting the sound of her thoughts quiet until they merely droned in the background, she blew a kiss and greeted as many of them as she could as she strode to the ring.

Naturally, the pang hit her again, hard enough that a wavering whimper poured from her lips before her eyes widened and she caught herself with a hand slapped over her lips. She checked to ensure none of the cameras had wandered too close... but they had not, already turning to watch for her opponent's entrance. That was... foolish. At least she had learned to better read herself. Confident? Yes. Had that confidence fully convinced her yet? Not quite. Nonetheless, she stood proud and ready, stretching her curvy body in preparation.

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel Spencer knew this test was going to come, and it had been bothering her for a while now.

”Ms. Spencer, it’s almost time!”

With a deep sigh, she gave herself a quick once over, head to toe, as she took in her old

. The daisy dukes, the bikini, the top that didn’t hide nearly as much as she’d thought it would back when she first bought it. Management had requested that she put this on for her first hentai match in LAW, and she’d been happy to acquiesce, but now that she had it on, there was something off about it. Something was wrong.

Muriel was no prude - at least, not anymore. While she had been somewhat shy about sexual dalliances back in Rumble Roses, her time away from the promotion had seen something of a sexual awakening within her as she came to terms with her more domineering side. She greatly enjoyed those experiences, and they’d become a treasured pastime of hers, but ‘Mistress’ Spencer wasn’t something that she could turn on and off at a whim. She was very much the Hyde to her Jeckyll, but unlike the titular characters from that novella, there was no magic potion to bring her about. Muriel needed to be in the right mood and mindset, and at the present moment, she was very much not.

Vexing, terribly, but she would soldier on. As her opponent’s theme music waned and

, she breathed deep and summoned her resolve. She was a professional and would conduct herself such, whatever the challenge.

A moment later and she was making her way through the curtain, coming down the ramp with a proud strut, befitting the melody that accompanied. The audience whistled their approval at the sight, proving that management was right to suggest the attire. After all, nostalgia was always profitable, and no shortage of LAW’s fans had love for Rumble Roses. Her second Mad Mud Match with Anesthesia was still a perennial favorite.

There was a time when such attention would’ve embarrassed her, but that time had long passed, and she greeted the fans with warm waves and smiles, though she did little flaunt her look. She could appreciate the admiration, but that wasn’t her focus at the moment - no, her thought were centered on the woman waiting on her in the ring.

Arlise Christiaens.

She made her way up the stairs, through the ropes, and took a good look at her foe before she approached, sizing her up. Young, at least a decade younger than Muriel, though that was, of course, not surprising. A slim figure, but toned. Athletic. Fit. Beautiful hair, too, though it would’ve looked better in pigtails. The thought of Ms. Welsh brought warm feelings to mind, but she kept them in check for now, needing to focus on the present.

While she wasn’t too familiar with her foe’s history, she knew that it was impressive, even with her younger age. She also knew that it was Arlise’s first hentai match, as well, so the two were both neophytes in that regard—an intriguing matchup.

Muriel tapped her chin, stepped forward, and extended her arm, beckoning her opponent to shake. Best that she get some measure of her opponent before the bell rang. ”Ms. Christiaens.” She nodded her way. ”A pleasure to meet you on this fine evening.”

[Winter]

"Damn."

No driven young female wrestler should lack knowledge of the original Roses, and especially none of the wrestlers in LAW. The Roses had set the stage for wrestling as LAW had adapted and perfected it. Ms. Spencer, the redhead had admired the moment she first saw one of her matches. A teacher so far as Arlise knew, she had seen some of the wrestler that she herself became in the former Rose, at least stylistically. They had curves and power, and they used them. While Arlise did not fall into the trap of hero worship - though her slaughter at the hands of Alaina Sanders wouldn't testify to that discretion - she did light up when the woman emerged on the stage. The damn came from seeing what she wore. She hadn't... hadn't expected to see her in something so... unlike the outfit she remembered from those Roses clips.

Besides her destruction between Alaina Sanders' veteran legs, which had nonetheless managed to raise her temperature, she had also had that encounter with another older veteran in Dr. Takemi. She sensed a trend, and she found herself sinking into ogling and gaping as Muriel reached the ring. Those tiny shorts... that stomach... She rubbed her hand over her face to try and will herself to force her eyes to something less distracting. Arlise had to think it a small victory that she could recognize her own fascination growing problematic, but she hadn't quite prepared herself for... this view.

She ignored the heat pooling beneath her leotard and regained her poise, forcing herself back into a state where she wanted to fight rather than... lose that fight. Mentally and physically. With her head lifted and shoulders slid back with pride, she started to finish her preparations when the subject of her attention strolled over and extended a hand to her. Graceful and grateful, too. Arlise remembered yet another reason why she had enjoyed Ms. Spencer. She hesitated only a moment, regaining that last ounce of her composure, and brought a sultry half-smile up to her red-painted lips as she took Muriel's hand and gave it a strong but cordial squeeze.

"Ms. Spencer," she answered back, all husky refinement as usual in her not-quite-perfect English. "The pleasure is mine. And I think the outfit is..." She glanced down at it... but not for too long. "...really something."

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, my. That look was quite familiar. Throughout her career, Muriel had become an expert at knowing when she was being ogled, and from the looks of it, Arlise’s eyes were enjoying a veritable feast. She wasn’t the only one, either - the former teacher counted herself lucky to have her first hentai match against someone who ticked so many of her boxes.

Young? Yes.

Svelte? Yes?

Redhead? Oh yes.

In fact, if Arlise had been wearing a pleated skirt and pigtails, she would’ve beared an uncanny resemblance to Ms. Welsh, she would dare say. That torch still burned, though Muriel had long since accepted it would never be quenched. That being said, the heart wanted what it wanted, and she could ignore her tastes.

Polite, too, as she was quick to accept Muriel’s handshake and greet her. She perked up at the accent, quirked with a curious eyebrow. French? No, the accent was a little off, more focused on the syllables. Belgian, perhaps. Muriel was a tad rusty, but it wasn’t often that she would have such an opportunity, so she had to try. ”Enchanté. Je suis content que ça te plaise.”

She spun about on her heel, giving Arlise a chance to see her outfit from all sides, before she gave the woman a little bow and stepped back. ”And yours is fetching, as well. I’ll take good care not to damage it.” She could not resist a slight smirk as she stepped back and lowered into her wrestling stance. ”Let us begin.”

That was good enough for the referee, who promptly called for the bell and kicked things off. Muriel decided to start this off in a more traditional fashion than usual, and moved in with her arms raised high, looking to initiation a collar and elbow tie-up. She wanted to feel Arlise and get a good idea for how they measure up before she committed to a strategy.

[Winter]

Arlise's difficult relationship with French left her peering and gulping at its pouring from the veteran's adept lips. She considered it the loveliest language on... most tongues. That her sister favored the language so much and sported the French accent so clearly poured some cold water on her love for it, however. Despite the internal struggle, her composure returned as quickly as it had left her, and she quirked an eyebrow and dipped her head in appreciation. "Le français vous va bien, aussi."

The spin. The bow. Both could have floored her, and they did rob her of her tongue. She did love showmanship.

She wet dry lips. Even from this short encounter, she could imagine she and Muriel would get along quite well outside of the ring - at least as well as they currently were inside of it. People had always praised Arlise for her early maturity and her grace, and she could sense those same traits in the former teacher. She attempted to correct the overabundance of admiration in her eyes when Muriel faced her once more, and the woman's teasing words made it easier. The Belgian beauty's expression flattened in challenge, but amusement tickled her lips.

"I couldn't make that same promise for yours. I do see a few parts that can break."

The teacher cued them, and Arlise contentedly followed her lead, to the point that the ref almost looked confused at the simplicity of the match's opening. Cordiality did not often fit between the ropes, but as Arlise merely settled her shoulders with a deep breath and a fall into her wrestling stance, they clearly read from the same page to start the match. Arlise even had the same opening in mind - when the bell rang, her arms had already lifted to meet Muriel for a tie-up.

As their outstretched hands found their perches, Arlise dipped her head so far that it nearly pushed into Muriel's forehead. While the other woman certainly had some small size advantage on her, they had similar frames... and the redhead, eager to get caught up in the competition and evade her thoughts, decided to test differences in strength. She planted her heels and started churning, trying to force Muriel back.

Spoiler

The French sounds good on you, as well.

[BlackAkuma]

Despite wearing glasses, Muriel didn’t need them to see - she wore them simply for the look, bolstering her disciplinarian image. As such, she could see Arlise’s reaction quite well from where she stood, with enough detail to notice that, for a moment, she seemed a touch off-kilter. Not quite the response one would expect from having their foreign tongue spoken - was Muriel’s accent that bad? Perhaps. Or, perhaps there was more to this intriguing young lady than met the eye.

Questions for another time. For now, they were poised to wrestle, and Muriel was eager to clash after her opponent’s saucy words. This woman had a calm confidence about her, but so far, it wasn’t so overbearing that it became annoying. She trusted in her abilities, and it felt on Muriel to see if that trust was warranted.

Time to engage.

The two met and locked horns, vying for control in the center of the ring. Muriel did not bring her full power out, not just yet, wanting to get a good feel for Arlise’s strength, and she wasn’t left disappointed. While neither of them were in the heavyweight class, she would wager that Arlise could hold her own in an encounter with most of them, at least at the onset. Deceptively strong for her size, and while much the same could be said for Muriel herself, she would say it was more apropos for the redhead. She was smaller, yes, but the shortened size made her more compact.

Muriel was pushed back. One step. Two steps. Three. Slowly losing, but losing ground all the same. Power was in Arlise’s favor, but power alone didn’t win matches. ”Impressive.” A grimacing smirk came out as their foreheads ground against each other. ”However…”

Instead of taking her head on, Muriel abruptly switched tact, breaking out of the hold and ducking under Arlise’s wrist. She pulled her arm along as she came out behind the woman’s back, gripped tight, and attempted to control her with a hammerlock, perfectly applying the classic maneuver.

[Winter]

Arlise found success. Her pushing did drive Muriel back, though she hardly knew if the effort merited the meager progress. She might have had some small advantage here on the former Rose, but not nearly enough for Arlise to mark her strength as a potential advantage. With that answered, she might not have a wealth of advantages. A few years of youth, perhaps, but those did not matter a great deal with an opponent far from the twilight of her career. She had to search for more.

Nonetheless, she took Muriel's compliment with a pleased smile through the grimace of effort. "Thank you," she breathed, before lowering her head to find a few more pounds of pushing strength to send Ms. Spencer all the way to the ropes. She might have accidentally caught a glimpse at the beautiful sight of those fine abs on the teacher flexing with the effort, too - she attempted to divert her eyes from that scene, and in doing so, she naturally, as had become tradition, lost a moment's focus.

Her eyes went wide as Muriel swept to the side, and she stumbled forward. Shuffling her feet to recover, she managed to perfectly present her back to the teacher, already a step ahead of her, and gazed ahead in confusion as the woman manipulated her arm. She didn't catch onto the hold immediately, but never having been the most flexible woman, built for power more than pure athletics, the cinched-in hammerlock brought the frown to her face and a gasp from her lips.

She could appreciate good, classic grappling work and footwork. She prided herself on her own. But she didn't appreciate it any great deal in the moment, trying to avoid voicing her pain as she shifted her stance to attempt to free her arm. "Okay... very good...", she weakly complimented.

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, this was always more her style. Back in Rumble Roses, she enjoyed being the most technically gifted in their little league, with only Reiko and Makoto coming close to her talents. While she was a fair bit stronger than some of the smaller woman on the roster, her fundamentals were what brought her victory more often than not, and judging the way this opening exchange was going, this would be much the same here.

Despite her better angels, she couldn't help a smile as Arlise struggled in her grip, keeping the young woman under control. ”Why, thank you.” She leaned in with her whisper, her lips grazing her foe’s ear, teasing a kiss that never came. She hadn't forgotten the underlying eroticism in this match, and even though this was ostensibly a regular wrestling match until the first pinfall, there was no harm in planting seeds that could bear fruit later.

She could have transitioned to all sorts of moves from the hammerlock, but Muriel chose to keep things simple for now, not wanting to dig too deep into her toolkit before she had a thorough understanding of her opponent. As such, she went with a simple followup.

After a few steps back, Ms. Spencer released the hold and moved forward to seize Arlise’s head, pulling her down into a tight side headlock. Only a second passed from that before she twisted about, hefted her opponent about, and brought her down to the mat with a headlock takedown. She rolled over from there, attempting to keep the hold locked in while they were on the mat.

[Winter]

It struck. Again.

Arlise's determination to focus almost bit her in the rear. Thinking her way out of the hold, her guard dropped precisely in sync with Ms. Spencer's tease of her ear, and fans of the redhead must have remembered the same astounded look cross her pretty features. The same slowing of her movements. Her mind tried to catch her with thoughts about the woman behind her and what those lips could do if she welcomed them. The defenselessness persisted a beat. Two heartbeats.

Arlise cast it all out of her head with the help of the crowd's cries. Lips touching her ear should barely phase a woman with her sexual confidence. With the moment of weakness gone, she renewed her fighting and arched her back to lean against the teacher, remembering a counter she had learned from another wrestler in her previous promotion. While she leaned, she drove back with her opposite hand, searching for Muriel's wrist.

The effort went to naught when her leaning served up her pale neck for Muriel to grasp. She gasped her surprise despite the apparent offering, and if the brush and breath on her ear hadn't sufficed for titillation, her cheek and temple becoming more than intimate with the side of Muriel's chest certainly would. With the pain on her neck, she could barely process the contact, but Muriel made it all the easier - Arlise didn't need to focus on keeping her feet anymore. They scuffed along the mat until she toppled with the woman still attached to the side of her head, leaving her features scrunched and eyes staring out from between breasts and a bicep at a nearby camera as if the man behind it could save her.

"Unnngh...", she complained, though she tried to stifle the sound for her pride. Her body did not treat her as well as her voice, however, as she squirmed beneath the teacher, trying and failing to get to her knees, trying and failing to push herself up with her palms.

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel thought herself an observant woman, but she didn’t need to be especially so in order to catch Arlise’s momentary slip. It was as if time froze for a moment when their skin touch, her foe taken by surprise despite the clear nature of this match, and the ex-teacher could relate. She still recalled her matches with Anesthesia and how the faux nurse had used her lechery as a weapon, throwing her off with lewd machinations. It had been infuriating at first, but over time, she had grown used to it and even learned how to employ such tactics for gain, though she had only done so sparingly.

However, she would have thought Arlise, who was no stranger to LAW and its ways, would be less susceptible to such things. Perhaps not. It made for an interesting thought, whatever the case, one that stayed in her mind even now, as she wrestled to keep the redhead under control.

From on top, she gave the headlock a tight squeeze, punishing her foe’s efforts. The hold was solid, but even Muriel knew it could not last forever, not with such a young and driven opponent. Sure enough, Arlise was working her way up, defying her attempts at keeping her down. While her efforts were easy to control so far, there was no telling how long they would stay that way. This was a wild one.

Very well, then.

Instead of keeping Arlise down, she helped the woman up, standing and forcing her to rise along with her. Muriel wrenched the hold one final time, before releasing it, stepping away, then stepping back in as she swung her arm at the woman’s chest, hitting her with a blazing chop to those lovely breasts.