Hard-Hitting Hentai: Sylar Robin vs Liz LeClair

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Hardstyle Hentai Match
Win by pinfall after making your opponent orgasm

Spoiler

No rest for the wicked it seemed. It wasn't long before Sylar was thrown back into the ring for another match. Not that he was complaining. He had been on a winning streak ever since he arrived in LAW and he was eager to continue that momentum. Though something told him that this match would be his toughest one yet. Sylar hadn't been given any details on his opponent. All he was told was that the woman he would be facing was someone who, while new to LAW, had past wrestling experience. Not a whole to go on but he wasn't concerned. He had faith that both his wrestling and his sexual skills would see him through as he entered the ring, posed for the crowd, and went to his corner where he awaited his opposition.

Spoiler

[JingleJangle]

Lizbeth's looks

Liz LeClair let out a sharp gasp of admiration while looking at herself in the mirror, checking the last details of her black leotard that was her main wrestling attire. She had to admit that the people in charge of creating the attires wrestlers used in their matches had done a pretty impressive job in realizing the redhead’s vision for her leathery leotard. It hug her curves and muscles in a way that was comfortable when moving but also enticing, looking like it was barely capable of holding her curves. It looked sturdy enough but in the end it could be ripped or come off as it was expected from a hentai wrestler. Despite that, Liz saw her wrestling gear as her trusty suit of armor and was proud of it.

Walking towards the backstage Liz’s thoughts dwelved towards that night’s match. She was capable of making some research on her rival and she discovered a young man who was closer to her size and weight than her previous rival but was still lighter than her, not reaching the qualifications for being a heavyweight. This gave Liz the weight advantage and as she saw things her main strategy had to keep that in mind. The man was also in a winning streak, so he could prove a tough rival so Liz wasn’t going to leave anything to chance and wanted to reach the ring with as much information as possible.

With her entrance theme echoing Lizbeth made her appearance. Walking down the ramp she felt way more confident than in her first entrance. This time she even took some time to reach for the fans and give some high fives and fist bumps to the most devoted of fans that were holding signs of support. Feeling pretty well with the crowd’s reaction she reached the ring where she finally switched her attention towards the man standing against the corner. He looked way younger than Liz and even if he was lighter in weight than her he still had a pretty muscular build. Waiting in the center of the ring for him to join her, Liz looked confident posing with her hands on her hips while casually issuing his challenge. “Hey there. Sylar, right? I'm Liz. Ready to take me on?”

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Sylar’s curiosity was raised when he heard the ring announcer introduce his opponent. He had heard of Evelyn LeClair, a wrestler in LAW that he had yet to meet but he had seen some of her matches. The resemblance between the woman he had watched videos of and the woman coming down to the ring was so uncanny that for a moment he thought that ring announcer had made a mistake. It was only when the woman had entered the ring that Sylar was able to get a good look at her and spot the differences.

For starters, this woman was noticeably older though not significantly so. Evelyn looked like she was in her mid-20s while Liz appeared to be closer to her early-30s. Given the relatively small age difference and strong resemblance, it was probably reasonable to assume that the two were sisters. Liz had a notably thicker figure than her sister though. Her black leather leotard did a good job of hugging her curves and muscles, but it also looked like it was struggling to actually contain them.

“Nice to meet you, Liz! I’m ready to throw down if you are!” Sylar said as he met her in the center of the ring. The referee gave a brief rundown of the rules before calling for the bell to start the match. Sylar stood his ground as he extended his hands out inviting her to lock up. “Let’s see what you got!”

[JingleJangle]

“That’s the spirit!” Liz grinned confidently when she listened to her rival’s response at her challenge. Then the referee came to give them a rundown at the match’s rules but Lizbeth wasn’t listening much to them. She knew pretty well every stipulation for that bout so she was thinking in the good first impression Sylar was making. His attitude looked confident and competitive, just what Liz liked in a rival, so that could be a pretty good competition. Only time would show if he had some ill intentions or anything hidden under his sleeve but so far he looked quite nice without losing a competitive edge.

Just after the bell rang and the match had properly started Sylar offered to begin things with a lockup, which seemed a pretty suitable way to get things going. “You think you can outmuscle me? You’re on!”, said Liz while locking up with Sylar. Using her legs to gain some leverage, she would use the best of her push to try and gain supremacy on the hold knowing that would give her an opportunity to follow-up, but also willing to see what Sylar was about.

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Sylar dug in his heels to meet Liz’s push. Immediately it became clear that the woman’s muscles weren’t just for show as he felt the incredible pressure that they exerted. But Sylar’s muscles weren’t for just for show either. Though he wouldn’t call himself a powerhouse, he at least liked to think that he was no slouch in the strength department either. So he grit his teeth and tried to hold his ground at least until an opportunity to take the advantage presented itself.

[JingleJangle]

Liz let out a low grunt of effort while she applied her strength in order to try and gain supremacy in the initial lockup. Soon enough it became pretty clear that Sylar was smaller in frame than the redhead but he still have a more than decent amount of raw strength to apply to the hold. Lizbeth thought that maybe if she pressed on with her top strength she could outmuscle him, but that would have been a waste of valuable energy that she would surely need later. What the redhead really wanted though was not to fall behind and maintain the initiative, and that’s why she would use the small stalemate they had reached to suddenly make a swift transition, planting one of her knees on the canvas and using the sudden momentum Sylar would get to try an over the shoulder throw that would end with him on the canvas.

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The two competitors were locked in a stalemate, neither of them giving any ground. Sooner or later though something would have to give. Sylar wasn’t sure if he could directly overpower his opponent given how much effort it just to hold his ground. So he decided to transition by stepping behind her and lifting her up with a suplex.

At least that was the plan, but no plan survives contact with the enemy. In this case, contact with the enemy involved Liz moving first. One moment Sylar had his feet planted firmly on the ground. The next, he found himself lifted off his feet by an over the shoulder throw that sent him crashing towards the canvas.

“Oof!”

[JingleJangle]

It proved a good idea from Lizbeth’s part to seize the initiative and being the one dictating the match’s rhythm, at least of its beginning. Both wrestlers had noticed the stalemate they were trapped in but it was the redhead woman the first to try an do something to take control even if Sylar had the look of a man with a plan as well.

Being successful in throwing Skylar over her shoulder, Liz was left with an open window of opportunity, something she should use to gather as much information about her rival as possible. After all it was pretty soon in the match to pursue more draining high-impact moves so the redhead would go for things that wouldn’t be that big in terms of damage but that allowed her to get to know more about how Sylar worked as a wrestler.

“Now come here!”, said Liz in a resolved tone while grabbing her rival. Her idea was to drag Sylar back on his feet to make him a little dazed and then used the opportunity to whip him against the ropes. She would then run in the opposite direction to gain momentum so they would meet again in the center of the ring and she would strike him with a clothesline.

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Liz had been quicker on the draw and now Sylar was lying on the mat because of it. But as it turned out, he wouldn’t be in that position for long as his opponent forcibly pulled him up to his feet so she could whip him towards the ropes. As he came back from the rebound he saw Liz running towards him with her arm outstretched to hit him with a clothesline.

Sylar only had precious few seconds to react but he had enough presence of mind to do so. He ducked underneath the clothesline leaving the two to run past each other to the opposite ends of the ring. When the two came off the rebound again Sylar would use the opportunity to put the momentum he had built up into a drop kick.

[JingleJangle]

Since the match was just starting, Lizbeth wasn’t going for the kill and instead she was more eager to throw some moves that allowed her to assess her rival, to get some information that hinted how Sylar could react to any future moves. This may turn into the redhead receiving some hits at that moment but in the long run it would prove beneficial since she would know what to expect from him. Liz’s clothesline wasn’t a hard hitting move nor a hard to dodge one and that’s just what Sylar did.

After being whipped back at the ropes Lizbeth wondered what kind of retaliation would she get. The most obvious would have been going high since Liz was a big woman and it would be harder for her to duck than to just jump over a low strike. That knowledge didn’t prevent the redhead from getting hit by a cool looking dropkick that sent her on her back against the canvas! “Uungh- Well played…”, admitted Liz instantly feeling respect from the man’s resourcefulness. That situation wasn’t great. Lizbeth wanted to regain control but to do so she needed to roll over and get back on her feet, but it was easier said than done given her size, so a quick rival could capitalize from that...