Madeline Christiansen vs. Ishigami Yuto - Thorns into Roses

[Lightman]

Match Type: Hentai Last Man Standing

Victory Conditions: Achieved when the opponent is unable to answer the ten count after suffering an orgasm.

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And here she thought that management was taking the right steps.

The bright lights of the LAW Arena beamed down on Madeline Christiansen as she stood inside the ring, rolling her shoulders and stretching out her arms with slow, deliberate motions. The scent of rose and the magenta lighting lingered in the air, blending with the electric anticipation of the Tokyo crowd. Around her, the Tokyo crowd buzzed with excitement, eager to see the next chapter unfold in the next match. For Madeline, however, that excitement was not mutual.

She flexed her fingers, exhaling through her nose as she finished her warm-up routine, her emerald-green eyes briefly glancing toward the entrance ramp. Ishigami Yuto. The name barely stirred anything in her mind beyond mild disinterest. Madeline had faced men before in LAW—Ryu, Senji, Hiroyuki—men who, despite ultimately falling to her, had at least presented something resembling a challenge. They had made her try to work for her victories, had given her moments of struggle that made triumph all the sweeter.

Yuto, however? His record spoke for itself. Loss after loss, failure after failure. She had done her research, watched the footage, and she had seen little to convince her that tonight would be any different. She gave an underwhelming sigh, her hands resting on her hips. This wasn’t the match she had been craving.

Not that she had an issue facing men—she welcomed it. It was the challenge she sought, the thrill of going up against someone who could push her to her limits and force her to dig deeper into her arsenal. But from what she had seen, what she had heard, Yuto would not be that. His name was synonymous with failure in LAW, and the thought of having to put him down like all the others felt less like a battle and more like a foregone conclusion.

It was all unsporting. Unfair, even.

Her attire, a striking combination of black and magenta, clung to her athletic frame like a second skin, the intricate lace patterns along her right leg a stark contrast to the sheer dominance she exuded. She adjusted the fingerless gloves that wrapped around her hands, a habit more than anything, before tossing a lock of chestnut-brown hair over her shoulder.

The English Rose had come to Tokyo to prove a point. To show, once again, why she was not just another competitor, but the competitor. She wanted resistance. She wanted someone who would fight tooth and nail to stay on their feet, to test the thorns of the English Rose and see just how deep they could cut. But deep down, she already knew and accepted the simple fact—Yuto wouldn’t be that man.

This wasn’t a match. It was a formality. A warm-up before the real challenges began. Partly why Madeline requested to shake things up. Going from Hentai Endurance to Hentai Last Man Standing. Switching up the formula, as they say.

Rolling her neck from side to side, she settled back into her corner, one hand resting against the turnbuckle as she leaned in slightly, her emerald gaze fixed on the ramp. Whatever happened, she would make this look good. If Yuto wanted to prove he belonged in this ring with her, the ball is on his court to earn it.

And if he didn’t? Well, she had no issue making an example out of him.

[Lico]

Soon enough, Yuto's theme began to play on the speakers, and the boy then made his appearance on the ramp with his

. The crowds' reaction was just the usual, mock cheers and whistles, mixing with some teasing remarks. He just smiled wryly and shrugged them off as he made his way towards the ring.

For once he's not pitted up against a newcomer, but not like it changed anything. At least he could expect a tough encounter from the start rather than the uncertainty of how good his opponent would be. He slipped himself under the ropes and got back to his feet, waving an arm to the audience before giving a little nod to the woman on the corner. She's taller than him, and above all looked stunning like most women in this league. So far it's nothing out of the norm, but given that he's barely given information about his opponent as usual, he could only guess how things would unfold once the bell rang.

In any case, Yuto did some stretching after he settled in his corner, his eyes kept scanning on Madeline's alluring form, somewhat subtly. He doubted she'd mind too much being ogled at, given the nature of this match, but he always tried to be courteous to his opponent at first. As the ref called both competitors to the center of the ring to explain the rules, he gave her a rather nervous smile. The stipulations didn't seem to different that the stuffs he had done before, so he paid more attention to the woman in front of him rather than the official.

"Um, let's have a good match," he'd say once the ref stopped talking.