Victory Conditions: When a wrestler is forced into an orgasm, they’re eliminated from the match. The match ends when both teams are eliminated.
***
God, Sabine needed this.
As she often did, she found herself in the middle of LAW’s ring, surrounded by thousands of cheering fans, with all the cameras focused on her, while S+M’s played in the background. The Morrigan stalked around the ring, prowling like a panthress on the hunt, always eager for the match to begin. Sabine didn’t show her enthusiasm; instead, she chose to stand in the middle of the ring with the microphone in hand. Just drinking it all in.
She hadn't been in Japan for a few weeks, back home for a family reunion, and she could never have guessed how much she’d miss this place. Germany, by comparison, had been a cold place, and not because of the weather - though, gods, she had forgotten how frigid the place could be during the winter. No, the lack of warmth came from her family, who made her time there as unpleasant as humanly possible.
They never said anything outright - direct confrontation was never their family’s way; it was far better to let things fluster. But Sabine was an international figure these days, more visible than anyone in their entire family had ever been. They knew who she was and what she did, and although she had been a dominatrix for years now, this was the first time they’d seen her practice her profession in public. Needless to say, her more traditional family was less than accepting of her lifestyle.
Muttered words, knowing glances, conversations that abruptly ended when she entered the room—it had been a tired, passive-aggressive few weeks, one that left her feeling like a stranger in her homeland. So, to come back to this from that was nothing short of invigorating, precisely the sort of boost she needed, and management had even been so kind as to find them two young victims.
Sabine wouldn’t call herself a religious woman, but in times like this, she couldn't help but wonder if a high power existed—an extremely kinky higher power.
”Hallo nochmal, alle meine Freunde.” Though only a small handful of the people in the audience could understand what she’d said, the friendly tone she’d conveyed it with was enough for them to cheer back, and she waved to them all. ”I must say, I have missed all your shining faces, dearly. Have you missed us, as well? Have you longed for S+M?”
Judging from the rousing response she received, she was confident in ticking that box off.
”And we have missed you as well. So let us not keep you waiting, then - LAW has graciously presented us with two tender morsels to chew on, for all of your enjoyment.” She looked over her shoulder with a devilish grin, gazing over Morrigan’s way. He partner leaned up against the pads, arms wide, her voluptuous body on full display. ”Tonight we dine on rabbit stew.”
Sabine
The Morrigan
