Submission Match.
Win by Submission only.
Hentai is allowed.
Tonight's either a good day or bad day for Ivan. Somehow, the little bastard got him into a Submission. His bread and butter honestly which is a plus for him. Unfortunately, it got hentai rules.
Again.
"Jesus Christ, am I becoming like my mother?" He blanched in horror, looking in the mirror in his locker room.
On the mirror, his reflection was replaced by a gaunt yet beautiful woman with dark hair.
They have the same face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" He screamed like a banshee at the hallucination. Coming from a country full of superstitions, he's rather taking it well. He haven't run for the hills yet.
On the ring....
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here again for another blood pumping match in LAW!!! As such I won't be delaying it any further!" The announcer bellowed, hyping up the crowd.
"Coming from Manila, he took LAW by storm! Fucking his way from no name grunt to fame town! The legendary fucker of Manila himself, Ivan Ramirez!!!"
"I wanna kill him." Ivan muttered, blankly staring at the male announcer who look so smug about it. He is absolutely livid in the inside, he was just too astounded by what he had heard that he can't even properly process it.
He didn't approve of this kind of intro!!!
Probably the midget's idea. He swore, he would have revenge for this. He's sicking Nike at him for sure.
Hoping in the ring, Ivan hoped there's no more curve balls thrown at him tonight. He just got haunted by his late mother (presumably) and now he's being known as the legendary fucker of Manila! What a way to promote your hometown!
Can this night get any worse?
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It has been quite a few week since the Crimson's past matches, filled with wholesomeness and bitterness as she gains more experience learning the ropes of the LAW Arena. She has recently been indulging in a lot of hentai matches and the nostalgia kicks in every single time, but kind of in a bad way. But at least this time her contract doesn't include that losing a match will result in an overnight torture so at least she's relieved and carefree that she can accept loss now in a more positive way.
Nonetheless, her time is up and she needs to get ready for her next match, which is a submission match with hentai allowed. Her opponent, is once again, another male redhead. It just reminds her of the beach encounter than she had, with another male redhead named Ren Akery. Is she fated to be facing her twins from other parents throughout the planet or something? But nonetheless, she's up for any type of challenges and opponents. She had seen how Ivan wrestled at least, since recently he has been popular in the hentai scene and would like to see it for herself in the ring.
The management then calls for her turn and it's time for her to do her entrance. She gets ready in her coffin and robe, as she will be escorted by her two female companions.
最後の記憶、暗闇の中〜
(Those final memories, in the darkness.)
目を凝らした、視界に〜
(I strained my eyes in the line of sight.)
冷たく臥せる、母の躯と〜
(Cold as it lays, mother's corpse)
咽せるほどの、血の匂い〜
(Scents of blood, so strong it could choke)
The whole arena went from a bright view into a blood red and menacing environment, as the crimson fighter's entrance cues in while red mists starts to form, covering the backstage entrance until the ramps, making the crowd pops and screams in excitement, curious about what will unfold a few seconds later. The fog hides whatever that was happening inside of it, as the female singer sings about memories, darkness, cold corpse and blood.
[0:40] 悪夢の中で、誰が問う〜
(An unknown query, in my nightmares.)
「後悔はあるか」と〜
("Do you have any regrets?")
頭の中の、声が喚ぶ〜
(The voices calls, in my head)
刑戮を、果たせと……
("Carry out, their punishments.")
While the singer talks about how revenge unfolds in someone's mind, two shadowy figure reveals itself from the dense fog. Both of them carries a coffin, walking slowly with the contents unknown.
[1:05]
While the singer screams her last words, the two unknown shadows lightly puts down the coffin, before they dance into the menacing red mists, continued with a sound of a click and thud, indicating the coffin is open, but still blurry as the dense fog covered its secret.
[1:18]
The fog finally clears, along with the lights turning bright once again, though partially red along her entrance video. The ramp reveals an open coffin, with Crimson Spring standing right on top of it.
"And his opponent...fighting out of Osaka, Japan, standing at 5'6 and weighing 121 lbs...With a piercing golden gaze and crimson locks, she DEFIES HER PAST and DEFINES HER FUTURE...Treading a path fit for the bold...THE CRIMSON SPRING...HARUKA MIYAZAKI!!!"
She slowly steps out of the coffin, as the crowd pops loudly and roars in pure excitement and happiness. She looks around the arena, while her ears listened closely to the cheering and the chanting.
[1:29]
She eventually charges to the ring, running along the ramp hastily. She enters the ring through sliding under the lowest rope, and climbs on the turnbuckles, doing flips around the ring as she moves from a corner to another, raising her arm or poses for the crowd while climbing it.
After her entrance was done, she goes down from the turnbuckle and rests on her corner, leaning on it, while waiting for her opponent.
Spoiler
Ivan couldn't help but stare as Haruka stepped out of the coffin, her fiery locks seeming to glow in the dim light of the arena. Those piercing golden eyes met his, sending a shiver down his spine. She exuded an aura of confidence and power, her lean yet athletic physique evident beneath her tight attire.
As she sprinted down the ramp, performing acrobatic stunts on the turnbuckles, Ivan felt his heart rate quicken. This was no ordinary opponent - she was a spectacle in her own right, captivating the audience with her agility and showmanship.
When she finally settled into her corner, Ivan couldn't tear his gaze away.
SLAP!
"OW! What the fuck man!" Ivan yelled at the male referee who slapped him for staring too much. The man simply shook his head before signaling that the match is about to start.
No time for drooling.
Immediately, he began slapping his face, checking himself and began fixing his always messy red hair.
"Hey gorgeous, wanna come out here and play some more before the main event?" He started, leaning before the ropes.
As soon as Ivan finished his attempted pickup line, his leg betrayed him, giving out in a misfortunate time.
Before he knew it, one foot slipped over the ropes, followed by another, leaving Ivan sprawled out on the mat outside the ring, dazed and humiliated.
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, scrambling to get back to his feet. The ref shot him another disapproving glare, likely thinking Ivan just wanted attention by doing some dumb flirty routine.
"Oh for crying out loud... Sorry!" He immediately scrambled inside the ring as the bell rang.
He's off in bad start and his head ain't in the game. He has to lock in.
