H1 Climax Tournament Hentai Match
Victory to be awarded by hentai fall/forcing the opponent to climax. The winner will win the second-ever LAW H1 Climax Tourney and be crowned the NEW LAW Hentai Champion.
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Sister Lucia kneeled in the gorilla position, her eyes closed, lost in prayer as Prudence and Chastity stood before her. The two women had been nothing but instrumental in her success thus far, aiding her ways that she couldn't have imagined, bolstering her every step of the way, and proving themselves to be nothing short of gifts for her divine purpose. She truly valued their council, but now she sought succor from a higher source.
She could feel the fervor flowing through her, like a righteous fire spreading through her veins. Sister Lucia endured even with all the struggles and small humiliations she had suffered over the past few weeks. She knew the road she trod was a rough one, but she traveled down it all the same, because her cause was just and ordained by the Most High. He led her every movement, guided her every strike, and now, at the final hurdle. He would not let her falter.
As the time rapidly approached, Sister Lucia finished her silent prayer and stood, eager to address her twin pillars. ”Sister,” She reached out and took both of their hands with a gentle squeeze. ”I wish to thank you. When the Lord sent you into my service, I concede, I was skeptical at first, having worked on my lonesome for so long. I feared that it was a failing on my part, that He judged me inadequate for His great design, but now I see - oh, yes, do I see - that all of this was in his plan.”
She turned away from them and put her hands over her heart as she heard the crowd roar, thousands of eager souls waiting for this match to begin, for a new Hentai Champion to be crowd. ”Do you hear that?” She closed her eyes and drank in the moment. ”That, dear sisters, is our flock. Thousands of wayward souls, in desperate need of a shepherd. We will lead them, together, but tonight the burden lies with me alone. The Lord has empowered me to strike down the Whore and claim their gilded idol in his name. This victory will lay within my hands and mine alone, leaving no doubt in their feeble minds as to who their champion is. I will show them His unbridled glory.” She raised her hands high and shot her fists upwards. ”Amen, sisters!”
”Amen!”
”Amen!”
Sister Liucia strode through the curtains and into history, while her two lieutenants looked on. A few seconds passed before Chastity spoke up, her voice light and pleasant as a bird’s song. ”We are still going to help her, yes?”
”No shit.” Prudence stepped off to the side, with Chastity following close behind. ”Come on, let’s find a good place to hide until she needs us.”
Back outside, Sister Lucia was basking in the glow as she made her way down to the ring, ignoring the throngs of jeering fans as she descended. While they always showevered with their vile hatred, today they were incensed in a way she had never witnessed, as if the spirit of rage itself had taken hold of them. None of them had ever expected her to get this far, and now that she had, they all realized the terrible truth: That Sister Lucia was only one orgasm away from taking their precious hentai title and ushering in a new, brighter age within the hentai division.
They would no longer be able to ignore her, to deride her, to meet her message with deaf ears - no, they would have to take her seriously and bend to her wishes. There was only one thing standing in her way: Natasha Loclear.
Full of confidence, Sister Lucia ascended the steps, slipped through the ropes, and promptly made her way to the furthest corner as her music faded. She dropped to her knees and began another prayer while she waited for her opponent to arrive, knowing that another quick communion would only benefit her. Her breath quickened, and her heart beat with the steady thundering of a drum, and it refused to slow no matter how hard she tried. There was no calming her, not now, not when the grandest prize was within reach…
Madeline, Carol, and Vera. Each woman had stood in front of her and could have easily been standing where she was now, all it would have taken was a different move here or a missed opportunity there for Natasha to be out of the tournament entirely. The Fates had been kind however and Natasha had been able to fight her through each of these challengers and now found herself on the cusp of becoming the Hentai Champion. It was everything she had been working towards these last couple of years and Natasha knew that with it she could lead a revitalization of the division, turning it into the biggest draw of the company.
However the Fates had a wicked sense of humor and could be just as cruel as they could be generous.
Lucia was a woman Natasha had only been vaguely aware of before this tournament but she had made sure to watch every other match so she could get a feel for who she might be going up against. Lucia's skill was undeniable, as was her dedication, but any good impressions she might have had were thrown out the instant she saw the outside help Lucia had used to win her way to the finals.
Chasitity and Prudence had left their mark on the tournament in more ways than one and Natasha knew they would be waiting in the wings to jump her as well. "Have to keep my head on a swivel tonight." She reminded herself while pacing back and forth in the random storage room she had holed up in to change before the match. Using the locker room or any other normal place had seemed unwise given Lucia's lackeys might be hunting for her even now, intent on making sure Natasha never even showed up for the final match. "Maybe I should have asked Madeline or Karina to be my lookouts...no, remember Natasha if you're going to win you have to do it on your own."
Sure it was likely just her pride talking but Natasha was determined to win the title with her own skill, she could overcome Lucia and her stable so long as she remained focused on the task at hand.
When the music for Lucia died down Natasha exited her storage room and hurried down the hallway to the Gorilla Position where a staff member breathed a sigh of relief now that she had suddenly appeared in the nick of time. She apologized but the worker dismissed the attempt and nudged her towards the curtains as Natasha's theme had begun to play, giving her just long enough to get in position to burst on through just after the water geyser went off! The crowd came alive with such intensity that even Natasha was taken aback for a few moments, the blunette staring out over the dimly lit crowd as her name echoed throughout the arena.
She took a deep breath, composed herself once more, and then with a dazzling smile on her lips Natasha danced her way down the ramp with Lucia only entering her thoughts after she had climbed through the ropes and locked eyes with her from across the ring. This was the woman who stood between herself and the Hentai Championship, well one of three she thought to herself before glancing at the crowd to either side of her. Spoiler
Sister Lucia was aware of this woman - painfully aware. Before she set a single foot in LAW, she had a list of woman she knew her paths would be crossing with sooner rather later, pillars of the hentai community that she would have to target if she wanted to tear the whole wretched structure down. Natasha - the blue-haired, beaming succubus - was one of them.
This, then, presented her with a rare double opportunity. Not only could she take the greatest prize in all of hentai wrestling and keep it under her thumb, but she also had a chance to humiliate one of the ‘sport’s’ greatest champions, all in one fell swoop. Truly, this was divine providence.
She wasn’t even looking Natasha’s way as the trollop made her entrance. Instead, Sister Lucia was still deep in prayer, her eyes closed, and the only tell she had to her foe’s entrance was the subtle bounce of the ring. The referee looked between them as Natasha’s music faded, unsure of how to proceed. ”Um…excuse me, but…uh…”
Sister Lucia merely held out her hand, took a final moment to breathe, then finished her prayer and stood up, opening her eyes as she rose to get a good look at her foe. Though she had seen the woman many times before, she had to concede that she was even more striking in person. Tall, well-built, a voluptuous form that had no doubt led many a poor soul to the depths of hell.
The outfit was scandalous, as well. Sister Lucia turned her nose up at the woman. ”Hmph. Are you going to finish dressing before we wrestle, or do you actually intend to engage me in that…” She waved her hands at it as she struggled to find a good word. ”...attire?”
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While Natasha was scanning the crowd for anyone in conspicuous hoodies or the like the referee was trying to nudge the pretend nun to rise, but much like Lucia the blunette would hold up a hand in front of the ref. "Let her finish, unlike some of her usual antics a little prayer won't hurt anyone." While Natasha did her best to keep her tone friendly that did little to change the words themselves, but at this point Natasha didn't see the point in pretending she hadn't seen the previous rounds.
She remained a few feet away from Lucia just in case the woman had any new tricks up her sleeves, arms crossed over her torso just beneath her bust just so she could give her mounds a quick bounce when Lucia gestured to her. At the question Natasha would simply raise an eyebrow and then glance down at her chosen ring gear. The black and blue spandex singlet had been designed by her Aunt just like most of her gear was and as usual it hugged her curves perfectly, leaving just enough covered to drive the imagination wild.
"Is this too much?" Natasha asked while tugging on one of her outfit's straps, her breast getting squeezed ever so slightly more against her chest until she let go. "Then again I imagine your own choice of attire would reveal nearly the same if I wore it instead."
”It is far too much.” She thumbed her nose at Natasha and stepped forward, squaring up with the bluenette. As always, the woman enjoyed a height advantage over her, though not greatly. Weight, too, though Sister Lucia suspected a good deal of that weight was in her cumbersome, clearly fake, breasts.
…distractingly big, too. How did she move with them? Perhaps they acted like ballast?
”You will never have the chance. The Lord ordained this outfit - it’s not wicked strumpets such as yourself.” Sister Lucia took another step forward with her hands on hips, ready to face down the blue bimbo.
”It’s just as well that you wear it, however - it’s a perfect symbol of the filth that I’ve been brought here to cleanse. Once I take the hentai title, I’ll usher in a new age in LAW, one with purity and grace, free of vile vixens like yourself.” Her smile grew, reaching wicked proportions. ”You will be the first of many.”
The referee looked between them, back and forth, before she shrugged. ”So are you guys ready to go, or…”
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"Riiiight." Natasha hung her head and let out a long sigh as she wasn't sure where to begin with this woman. Business often required a bit of persuasion but while Natasha was well versed in finding compromises there just didn't seem to be anything the two of them were going to agree on. Especially not when it came to the Hentai Title, her gaze rising in a flash as it was brought up by the fake nun.
"You don't even understand what that title represents Lucia, if anything you despise everyone whose hard work give it the prestige it carries today." With her arms crossed across her chest Natasha stared the woman down, her usual grin replaced with a stern expression. "First and last woman you'll face for the Hentai Title. But don't worry, I'm sure losing to me is part of some cosmic lesson God wants to teach you."
Her eyes snapped over to the ref while her expression softened immediately, her typical grin back in place as she nodded in answer. "Been ready, just make sure you keep an eye out for those cronies of hers." She would give a nod towards Lucia to make sure she wasn't misunderstood. Natasha wasn't sure what management's view on the blatant interference had been so far, but she just had to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
Natasha was confident, Sister Lucia would give her that much. It was a confidence born of ignorance, but confidence all the same.
She turned her nose at the woman’s retort, paying it little heed. She had made it this far, so Lucia would be wise not to underestimate her sensual talent, but she had not a whit of respect for the blue-haired bimbo or anything she stood for. She clearly thought this was going to go one way, but she was about to sorely disabused of that notion.
She bounced from heel to heel, staying loose and warm, until the bell finally rang and signified the match’s start. She was facing a new foe, an experienced enemy, and common wisdom would’ve been to start slow and feel her out—probe for weakness. Analyze. Assess.
Perhaps Sister Lucia would do those things. Later. For now, she only wanted to strike while the iron was hot and take the fight straight to Natasha.
The bell hadn't even finished echoing before she took off, moving at full speed across the ring. She moved in close, leaped up, and shot both of her feet towards Natasha’s chest, trying to take her off guard with a shotgun dropkick right out of the gate.
Natasha was on high alert due to the two subordinates of Lucia she knew had to be hiding in the wings somewhere but she knew she would have to leave spotting them to the referee, even if their track record so far on stopping them wasn't great. Lucia would demand her full attention as despite all of the outside assistance the nun was a physical threat all on her own, Nat's eyes locking in on Lucia the moment the bell rang. The others she would worry about later Natasha told herself, for now she just had to back up all of her talk so far.
Natasha left the corner with a spring to her step once the bell rang, her feet having just touched back down onto the canvas when Lucia dashed in close and took to the air right off the bat! As sensual as Natasha's bouts had been thus far perhaps Lucia thought her slow to get going, but the blunette had quick reflexes and years of practice on her side. As Lucia took flight Natasha pivoted on her back foot, twisting her body to the left to avoid the missile kick while also swinging her right arm upward, and then bringing it down to aim an elbow at whatever part of Lucia she was quick enough to hit as the woman sailed by.
Sister Lucia’s thoughts with her opening salvo were simple enough - she looked to take her foe head on, surprise her, strike her down before she could mount a proper offence. Speed was her domain, after all, and she didn’t like the idea of getting into a slugfest with the larger woman. A harlot she might be, but there was no denying that, in terms of power, the bluenette was her superior.
A sage strategy, she thought - up until the moment where it failed, miserably. As it turned out, Natasha was wee bit quicker on her feet than she’d first surmised despite the considerable weights on her chest, and was able to dodge her opening salvo with surprising ease. She sidestepped the blow, and Lucia was given a stiff elbow to the chest for her trouble, one that dropped her flat on her back.
She landed hard and grimaced at the shock, but was otherwise undeterred. Instead of wasting time trying to get back up, she planted her palms on the floor, swung her legs about, and tried to sweep Natasha’s ankles, hoping to bring the bigger woman down before she could capitalize.
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