Bisara 'Bisa' Kamiya vs. William ‘Willy’ Preston - I Got Next!

[BlackAkuma]

Continued from here…

Match Type: Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory by forcing your opponent to orgasm.

***

Holy shit, it was finally happening. Willy had been trying for months to convince Theo to lay off him and actually let him do this, but he’d always gone on about their brands and their sponsorships and the risk and blah blah blah, holding him back from having the real fun. He’d never been able to set one of these up, but now? Now one had come to his doorstep. Fuckin’ A.

A hentai match. His first real, honest-to-God hentai match in LAW.

As Theo’s match ended and a couple of referees hauled his unconscious body out of the ring, Willy hung up his jacket, slipped in under the bottom rope, and found himself facing off with Bisa, the big, badass bitch who’d just take his bandmate out and wanted a piece of him. A small part of him should’ve been worried, he knew that - he could look at this woman and tell she was like a tank with an afro, legs, and huge tits. But after seeing her in action and hearing her tease his way, he was way too busy thinking about all the fun they were about to have. It had been a long while, too long, since he’d knocked boots, not since he set foot on this island, and he was more than eager to rectify that.

Willy hopped up to his feet and bounced on his heels as a new referee came into the ring, never letting his eyes stray from Bisa. Or, more precisely, Bisa’s rack. ”You sure you’re up for this, babe?” He winked her way. ”Want you as close to 100% as I can get. No excuses when I get you down, understand?”

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Bisa smirked as Theo got in the ring, his eyes glued on her large rack, the woman bending forward just a little and giving her tits a shake.

"Oh trust me big guy, I've got more than enough left in the tank for you. Besides, the chance to make 2 hot guys cum in the same day and get 2 wins out of the deal, makes it more than worth it. You ready to cream your pants?"

She teases, as the bell rang to start them off!

[BlackAkuma]

Willy’s eyes never left Bisa’s rack. Not even for a second. Granted, he did adjust his focus to view other things - her eyes, her smile, her hair - but his gaze always stayed centered on that amazing chest of hers, which moved with a hypnotic grace at all times. It was what drew him in, demanded his focus, and there was no hiding his gaze.

Thankfully, Bisa didn’t seem to mind. Fuck, she was encouraging it. He managed to get his shit together as the bell rang and the match officially began, but he could tell right now that getting serious was going to be a real challenge.

”I’m ready to leave you screaming, babe.” He smirked and moved in with arms raised up, looking to take her with a collar-and-elbow. He could tell she was strong, but he wanted to know just how strong before things started getting hot and heavy, looking to gauge where they both stood.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Another lock up eh? Well if Willy wanted to find out the hard way what she could do, so be it.

She accepted the lockup, one hand on his shoulder, the other grabbing his forearm. Unlike with Theo however, she had no intention of starting slow, the ebony powerhouse instead pushing hard right off the bat, doing her best to try and move his body and force him against the ropes, wanting to see if he could muster the strength to stop her!

[BlackAkuma]

So, Willy knew Bisa was strong. He might not have been the smartest wrestler on the roster by any stretch of the imagination, but he had two functional eyes, and that was he needed in order to tell that this woman was a wrecking ball with legs.

But he was curious. He liked to know things. And it was a good excuse to rub up against her, so…

In she came, hard and fast, smashing against him. He planted his feet and slowed her drive down, bringing his own strength to bear, but there was only so much he could with force like this - step after step, he was forced back, until he found himself on the ropes with her pressing against him.

Not unpleasant. He didn’t bother hiding his smile. ”So we’re playing rough, huh?”

Fine, he could do that, and he proved as much when he brought his fist around and swung it into her breadbasket, nailing her with a stiff shot on the ribs, with another shot following immediately after.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Bisars grinned, suspicions confirmed. Like his partner, Willy was strong, but she was stronger, able to push him all the way to the ropes even when he stopped her. Good, it would make her look more impressive when she beat him too!

"You bet babe, I like it ro-OGH! UGH!"

Her dirty talk was cut off as Willy went on the attack, nailing her with two hard shots to the ribs, causing the ebony fight to back up, gasping and holding her ribs, as she got a taste of Willys own strength!

[BlackAkuma]

Willy was a jock. He knew he was a jock. It wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t ashamed of it or anything. He lived a simple life - he liked sports and women. It worked for him.

But being a simple man didn’t mean he was stupid - he was more than smart enough to know that he wasn’t going to be able to take Bisa on like this, not head-on. Locking horns with her was just so he could get a feel for what she could do, and holy shit, was she giving him a good demonstration.

But that didn’t mean he was out of options, as he demonstrated when he laid into her with those tough shots. She liked it rough? She’d get it rough. Hard blows to the breadbasket, knocking the wind clean out of her. They stunned her, and he went into action right away, reaching up and wrapping his arm around that massive afro of hers to secure a front facelock.

”All right,” He pulled her arm over his shoulder and braced his feet. ”Let’s see if I can…”

Willy dipped down, lifted Bisa up, arched his back, and attempted to bring her crashing hard on her back with a vertical suplex.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Ok, so willy had some strength behind those muscles. Good, that meant he wasnt just a pretty face. Once she got her air back, she'd really put the pressure on...what was he doing?

Still winded from his blows, Bashira soon got a taste of Willys real strength, as, to her shock, he hooked her arm over his head, grabbed her leotard for leverage, and hoisted her up, off her feet, into the air, getting a pop from the crowd, before bringing her back down onto the mat, holding her back, mouth gasp in a silent cry!

[BlackAkuma]

Bisara and the crowd weren’t the only ones who were taken off guard by this. Hell, Willy was, too.

He’d done a vertical suplex before, sure, but only with Theo. While he didn’t have Bisara’s exact measurements, he felt pretty safe in saying that she was heavier than his buddy, by no small amount. So there was always the chance that he could underestimate her weight and fuck this up in a spectacular way.

But that didn’t happen. Thank fuck.

Bisara came down hard, a resonating impact, and Willy enjoyed a relieved sigh before he sat up and pumped his fist to the crowd. Typically, this was where he’d go for the pin. But considering what sort of match this was, well…

”All right, babe.” He slid back, threw his legs over her waist, and straddled. ”Let’s get to the fun part.”

For him, that would entail reaching out, getting his hands on her breasts, and working them over with deep, probing fingers, massing her to see what sort of reactions he could get.