Reina looked at herself in the mirror once again to check her attire and looks for the night. As always, she had thoroughly taken care of her appearance so everything was according to her demanding standards. Her black dominatrix attire was not only a wrestling gear but a testament to Reina’s personality and intentions. From the black collar to the latex stockings the redhead was not only clad for war but also for domination. Reina's looks
That night the Red Queen was in for a treat. As always, and thanks to her dayjob at LAW’s offices, she had privileged insight on any potential rivals and also special treatment when being booked for matches, so Reina managed to land a match against a hentai newcomer. Ishtar Vasiliev, she was called, was a more than proven wrestler for LAW that apparently wanted to dip her toe in the waters of hentai, and Reina was quick to call dibs on this first experience of hers. The Red Queen would strive to make this newcomer her new pet, giving her a first hentai match she wouldn’t forget.
Starting her entrance, Reina walked down the ramp between the cheering and boos alike from the crowd. It showed how Ishtar had her fans that didn’t want her to be broken in a ring, but as always Reina wouldn’t pay attention to the public the same way a lioness wouldn’t heed the opinion of the sheep. She just made it to the ring with her regal demeanor before go between the ropes and head to her corner, her privileged spot from which she would witness her rival’s entrance, a confident smirk on her face as she was starting to wonder how would Ishtar fare as a potential pet.
Well, this certainly wasn't standard fare for Ishtar Vasiliev. Quite the opposite, this was the first sexfight of her life. This scenario wasn't borne out of any particular desire to partake in the hentai side of LAW, but Ishtar's tag partner, Noelle Silva, had been dragged into a hentai match in order to pursue a feud that she had with another wrestler. Ishtar's decision to follow Noelle into hentai had been made in solidarity.
From what Ishtar had been told, Reina Kimura, her opponent, apparently also had a desk job at LAW in addition to being part of its roster. The Russian figured that a company like LAW probably had bigger legal and insurance departments on the corporate side than most companies, considering some of the crazy crap that the organization did on its own and the actions it condoned from its talent. But aside from that, Ishtar had no clue what Reina actually did, maybe she was in marketing, or event planning.
Regardless of whatever did for LAW in the day, however, tonight she was the wrestler that they had book to oppose Ishtar, and the Goddess of Thunder had no reason to treat the redhead as anything else. Ishtar noticed that the crowd did not seem to be incredibly fond of Reina when she made her entrance, although the Russian lacked the information to know why. Ishtar's Music: Thunderstruck - ACDC
Ishtar
Ishtar's music came on, and the mighty Russian came out. She was instructed to wear something more erotic and skin-baring than her standard attire, and Ishtar figured that she had a few good options for this in her wardrobe. In the end she had settled on a very low-cut bra and thong, with some accessories on her arms and leg. When Ishtar made her entrance, she got a much better reception than Reina had, though still about what was standard for her entrances. The powerhouse entered the ring a bit nervous about sexfighting for the first time, but still confident that she could outwrestle Reina.
Ishtar Vasiliev, Reina’s rival for the night, made her appearance on stage. From afar the dominatrix couldn’t have a good look at her, but she knew that she was a gorgeous woman with a more than decent wrestling background, hence the support she was receiving and some of the boos Reina got herself. When pitted against someone like Ishigami Yuto the redhead got all the cheering from the crowd, but now that there were two hot women on stage things were different as those with a mind that didn’t allign with her dominating style were siding with Ishtar that night. The dominatrix mentally shrugged at that since she was there in search for her own satisfaction and not the crowd’s adoration.
As Ishtar made it inside the ring Reina reflected on that rival. She was looking stunning in her two-piece attire and she walked with dignity, looking focused on the task at hand and not on the show. Of course that could mean a lot of things, from being too concentrated to being a little scared or nervous. Reina really wanted to know what Ishtar was about, and in order to do so she would have to tackle the matter head on since Ishtar entered the ring but ignored her and walked to her own corner.
Coming at Ishtar’s encounter, Reina started assessing her rival. “Either you’re very nervous and scared like a little bird or your manners are severely lacking...”, she said while approaching Ishtar, her cold tone and her posture hinting the air of threat Reina always loved to surround herself with. “Which one is it? Little bird or rude impudent?”
Ishtar hadn't thought anything of wordlessly heading to her corner after entering the ring, but Reina seemed to be quite opinionated about that. The redhead crossed into Ishtar's corner before the bell rung and started an interrogation. However, the mighty Russian was not an easy woman to intimidate, even if she wasn't the most confident she'd ever been in her career.
"Well I'm certainly not scared of you, Miss Kimura," said Ishtar, who used her height advantage to send an unimpressed glare down at the redhead. "But if you must know, I was doing some last minute mental recollection of my hentai notes before the match, with this being my debut to the style and all."
Ishtar thought that Reina had the look of someone who would take a cheap shot before the match starts, so while the Russian would cross her arms over her chest, she would be on her guard. One arm ready to swipe down to cover her crotch, the other ready to cover her face. If Reina did try something, Ishtar would parry the blow and hit back by swinging her body to smash her chest across the office worker's face. Though if Reina stayed clean and returned to her corner in peace, then Ishtar would not attack.
Reina loved interpreting the different array of reactions her dominant demeanor caused on the different kind of rivals. There were some that instantly bowed to her whims and desires without even posing a little resistance and those the dominatrix found a bore. On the other side of the spectrum were those who fought back and also looked so hesitant that they also became boring prospects. When Ishtar stood her ground with a remark that showed her professionality and also a speck of pride Reina knew that woman had the makings of a good match.
With her rival crossing arms in front of her Reina noticed that Ishtar looked relaxed but small signs someone as observant as the dominatrix could notice and see that she was really on edge, as if waiting for anything to happen, for Reina to engage in some foul play before the match. It wasn’t as if the redhead thought badly of those strategies, but maybe not for that day. Instead she savored the moment of her rival being nervous about whatever could happen before she let out a cold, evil grin while she looked at Ishtar. “Good girl, going over the theory before I get to teach you a lesson…” Saying this Reina would retreat to her corner and wait for the bell to ring and the match to start.
Ishtar was thankful that Reina didn't try to go for any sort of cheap shot. She wasn't worried that she wouldn't be able to handle it or anything, but the Russian was still glad that she didn't have. The redhead seemed satisfied with what Ishtar had said, though she still clearly held an air of arrogance about her. Seemingly self-assured that her greater experience with sexfighting would overcome Ishtar's superior general wrestling experience and strength.
When the bell rang, Ishtar went charging straight in. Halfway to Reina, the powerhouse would raise her muscled arm up as if she intended to go for a Lariat, which was what Ishtar wanted the dominatrix to believe. Three of the main ways to stop a clothesline were to interrupt it with either a Thrust Kick or Shoulder Block to the body if you were feeling dangerous, or to duck under the attacker's arm and weave around to the side. Ishtar believed she had one move that could counter each one of those options; pulling up and stopping her attack a couple steps short of Reina.
With this, Reina would be forced to start doing something in response to Ishtar's Lariat before she could possibly react to the Russian stopping. Unless she wanted to cold call the feint and stand there, risking getting a train ran through her if the Lariat was real. If Reina did come forward, whether if it was straight at Ishtar, off to the side, or with her foot, she'd be coming straight into the waiting arms of the musclebound Russki. Probably the only ways Reina could get out of this were calling the feint and not reacting to it, dodging to the side without coming forward to try to counter, or diving at Ishtar's legs and managing to wrap them up.
But if Ishtar did get her hands on Reina, then the redhead would be in position for some serious pain. The silver-haired beauty would pull Reina in and lift her upside down, and then the Goddess of Thunder would bring it down with a Tombstone Piledriver. Landing that, Ishtar would hold the redhead in place and then start trying to work her tongue under Reina's leotard to get at her pussy.
