Esmé Ravel vs. Lovers Inose - Love Like A Bomb

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Freestyle Hentai
Victory Stipulations: Pinfall, submission, or knockout, and scoring an orgasm on the opponent. The order doesn’t matter, so long as both standard and hentai falls are obtained.

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Lovers was hyped. Super hyped. Super-duper hyped.

It had been a long while since her debut in LAW with Halloween, and since then, things had notably dried up, with management not doing much to get her a singles match. Disappointing, exceptionally so.

So she called. And called. And called. And posted on Twitter. And sent emails. And called. And left a handwritten letter on the booking office’s door. And bought them a box of donuts, heart-shaped of course. And called. And sent more emails. And posted sticky notes on their door. Set up an online petition, got a few hundred signatures, and…

Finally, finally, finally, they caved and gave her what she wanted, setting her up for a match with another newcomer to the brand. The chance to show the LAW audience what she could do and maybe make a new friend in the process? Oh, she was all over that. How could this go wrong?

”Lovers, this is going to go wrong.”

Leave it to Halloween, always trying to bring a fun time down. Lovers found herself in the gorilla position, putting the finishing touches on her outfit, while her girlfriend - or ex-girlfriend, she was still kind of iffy on the subject - spoke to her on speakerphone from the nearby table, her voice coming through loud and clear even with the hustle and bustle around them. ”You worry too much. As always” She slipped into her boot and worked on the laces, making sure it was nice and snug as a bug in a rug. ”It’s just a fun match with a newbie.”

”One, they threw you in at the last moment. Two, they put you against someone you’ve never even heard of before, and she’s in the heavyweight class.” Lovers could hear Halloween’s disappointed sigh emanating from the phone, loud enough to make it rumble. ”This reeks of a setup. You really don’t see the problem, here?”

”Nope.” She shook her head, even though Halloween wasn’t there to see it. ”Just watch, I can handle myself. You know me, don’t worry.”

”Lovers, I’m worried because I know you.”

Not exactly a rousing boost of confidence there, but Lovers had mostly shaken it off a few minutes later, after she’d made her way down the ramp and taken her place in the ring. She got in a few quick stretches as her

finished up, and she turned her attention to the entrance ramp as she waited for her opponent to emerge…

Lovers is ready!

[Serto]

Another day and another dollar for Esmé Ravel who was getting ready in the locker room. However, there was something strange that night: the blonde was apparently in a sour mood. Don’t take me wrong, Astarte isn’t sunshine and rainbows by default, but she was even in a sourer mood than normal. She felt mocked, almost humiliated. Her next match had to be some kind of sick joke. The management was definitely pulling her leg. Esmé’s next rival was going to be an energetic babyface and that was good, she loved breaking those, but there was the fact that the woman was one feet shorter and more than sixty pounds lighter than her. Why would the managers book her for a match like that, if not to make her the laughing stock of LAW? Weren’t her results so far good enough to make her face decent rivals? By setting her to fight someone like this no matter what she did, how hard she could win, her reputation would only fall because there was no glory in this. With these thoughts in mind Esmé made it to the gorilla position.

Esmé is ready

From backstage Esmé could have a look at her rival’s entrance. She was disgusted by it. She still couldn’t believe this, but she had to get out there and destroy that small one, but now she was resolve to do so in a spectacular fashion. She waited until it was her turn and the lights dimmed, her theme echoed and she started walking down the ramp. She didn’t have the time nor the mood to interact with any fans, so she made her way to the ring as quickly as possible and slipped between the ropes.

There was Loves. Even her name was sugary. Esmé looked at her rival from above, trying to make evident the difference in size in order to indimidate her. “So, you’re the little deer they sent me to run over. You really think you are in the same league as me? You’ve got to be joking…”, she decided to start strong by issuing her challenge to her rival.

[BlackAkuma]

Whoa. Big girl.

Lovers whistled as her opponent came striding out from behind the curtain, making her titanic presence known right away. It was hardly the first time she found herself going up against someone taller than her - come to think of it, she couldn't remember the last time she picked on someone her own size - she could say that Esme was a few inches taller than most, and it wasn’t just her footwear giving her a boost.

Not a problem, though. Lovers had chopped down some big trees in her day, she could do so again.

She was still all smiles when her opponent came into the ring, and that didn’t change when Esme spoke, but she couldn't help a quirked eyebrow. ”But we are in the same league, silly. The League of Anime Wrestling. Duh.” She winked and stuck out her tongue.

Lovers bounced from heel to heel and began to circle around Esme, bobbing and weaving, almost dancing, as if she were moving to a beat that only she could hear. ”So, question - you want to get an orgasm first or a pin? Haven’t decided which one I’m gonna shot for to start, I can take a request.” She zipped left then right then left again. ”Loooooooove the outfit, BTW. Super slick.”

[Serto]

Esmé rolled her eyes and scoffed when her rival started talking. The smaller woman talked and talked, throwing what she surely thought were witty remarks but that only had the power of boring Astarte to death. Oh, that small one checked all the squares in Esmé’s list of annoying pixie-like traits: Loud, check. Highly energetic, check. Thinks herself as funnier as she really is, check. An absolute pain in the butt, check. To the blonde this was unbearable, Lovers’ voice becoming some white noise while the woman rambled about something about LAW, then something caught Esmé’s attention. It turned that the bubbly little bitch thought she could actually win that match. That amused the bigger blonde.

“You must be delusional, little girl. There’s no scenario in which this ends well for you…”, said Esmé before turning to the referee with a look of pleading she had never had in a ring. “Can we please start this joke of a match? I’m gonna puke if this keeps going for much longer…”, she said in a scoff, trying to get this over as soon as possible and ignoring her rival's compliments on her attire.

[BlackAkuma]

Lovers’ pouted when her opponent responded in a less-than-friendly manner, sad to see that she wasn’t too welcoming. Esme was one of those kinds of wrestlers. Super serious, no fun, all about the winning. She’d dealt with people like that before, not too big of a deal. Just meant she would have to have enough fun for both of them.

”Yup, puking would be bad.” Lovers’ smile never wavered - if anything, it grew a couple of inches and took on a devilish twist. ”Let’s dance.”

She was still bouncing after the bell rang, hopping left and right and left and-

Lovers came in fast, dashing across the ring at full speed and lashing out. She swung her leg low, smacking her opponent’s calf, chambered her leg, then fired higher, striking her thigh. Two consecutive shots, fired at a rapid-fire rate. She backed off the moment they connected, darting out of Esme’s range. Staying fast, staying loose, never hanging on the center line for long.

[Serto]

Not only Lovers didn’t shut up after Esmé threw her offensive remarks about her, the smaller woman’s smile grew in size while she responded in that chronically optimistic way that made Astarte sick. At least the march was starting now and even if the blonde was sure about the fact that that one was going to be a nuisance for the whole duration of her match now at least Astarte had a chance to shut her up with some of her ruthless treatment.

The bell rang and the unexpected happened. Despite all of her insufferable traits it looked like Lovers wasn’t all show and had some skills to her. At least she was fast. Esmé could follow her moves with her sight but having a bigger body frame moving was slower for her so she didn’t have the time to put her guard up and took two different kicks, the first one going against her calf and the second against her thigh. The hits weren’t particularly strong and Astarte’s face didn’t even flinch when hit, but when the bigger woman was going for an edge chop that would have shown Lovers what a true hit was the strike just whiffed as it hit nothing. Lovers had moved away with her uncanny speed, making the blonde heavyweight miss her mark and the seed of a frown appearing on her face. Speedsters. She hated them so much.

[BlackAkuma]

”Oh ho ho!” Lovers giggled as Esme’s hand sliced through the air, so close that she could feel the wind pass her back. ”Almost there!”

She giggled and skipped away, continuing her dance, but even she wasn’t so flighty that she didn’t realize the danger she had just dodged. Esme wasn’t going to be fast by any stretch of the imagination - granted, with that big of a body, she didn’t have to be. But Lovers was confident she could wear the woman down. She just needed time, and maybe a little luck.

Keep on dancing.

She kicked it up a notch and began to circle around Esme, her toes barely touching the canvas as she moved, light on her feet. She dipped in, trying to bait her, only to dart back out again, trying to work up until she made a big move. ”Hey, come on, don’t just stand there! Try and catch me, you might get lucky!”