Strikes are Prohibited and Painful Submissions are Discouraged
Falls are Achieved via Orgasm
After some down time from any new matches, Lana would return to the stage for another erotic bout. This one would be a pure sex match with no silly martial arts getting in the way. Her opponent this time would be Madeline Christiansen, but as usual, that was about all Lana knew about her. Whoever she was, she was going to be in for one hell of a good time - the Heavenly Girl could guarantee that! Entrance Music
Lana's bouncy and poppy theme would play and she would match it by striking an elegant pose, reintroducing the audience take in the gorgeous and scantily-clad body of hers, before walking down the entrance ramp, waving to the massive crowd, blowing kisses to smaller clusters, and exchanging winks with a few lucky souls who caught eyes with her. Once that was done, Lana would walk up the steps and, deciding to spice things up a little, choosing to do a cartwheel over the ropes! This earned a small increase in the tumult of the crowd, impressed by Lana's skills, but definitely more impressed at her shapely legs stretching out as she did so. Once Lana was in the ring, she made her way to a corner to lean lackadaisically against the turnbuckle, waiting with full confidence to see who would fall to her charms this time!
Another erotic bout was in the cards. Which was all fine with Madeline, considering how much on a roll she’s been with her time in LAW thus far. Plenty of matches that were well-received by the audience. All the while, she had plenty of time to adjust to the hustle and bustle of Tokyo life. The Englishwoman had quite the breakout career during her stay in Japan, finding a good pace with the kinds of matches she’s been getting into. The federation liked her, and she was more than happy to reciprocate that feeling repeatedly.
That was why it was something of a surprise when she read the rules for tonight. No mistake, it was hentai. But the words “submission”, “knockout”, or even “hardstyle”. Just hentai. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. “2 out of 3” followed before that word. But it was what’s stated below that made her do a double-take.
Strikes are prohibited and painful submissions are discouraged.
…So, a sexfight.
Admittedly, the thought of Rei campaigning about renaming the hentai division into the sexfight division got a good chuckle out of the brunette. Which reminds her, she and Rei should have a chat someday…
Technicalities aside, this was quite the change of pace. It wasn’t so much like going from hentai to standard matches, but it meant that Madeline had to leave her fighting prowess out of the door. At least with standard, she still had her martial prowess to carry her through. This time, it was all about sex. And only sex. With Madeline still smiling, she was eager to get into this clash of carnality. A requested outfit...
Entrance Theme
The electrifying, pulsating, and synthesised melody would soon give way to the raw, dynamic and authentic sound that harshly contrasted with the magenta lighting and rose petals that fall like confetti. The raucous crowd cheered on as a particular piece of clothing made its second appearance, reminding them of the hard-hitting clash with Asp. Although she wasn’t pulling off any belly dancing this time, her hips jutted with each purposeful stride, her commanding, regal presence that was paired with her flawless reputation in the ring. And she had them eating from the palm of her hand.
Walking up the steel steps, catching the crowd near the barricade wishing to get some excellent pictures, zooming in as much as current technology would allow as she snaked through the ropes. Her firm butt sat upon the middle rope; two well-built, enviously healthy stocking-clad legs wrapped on the top rope before leaning backwards. A seductive pose, her hands wandering on her body, fingers massaging her breasts, giving a brief show for the crowd, but also for the sexy Asian woman in the ring, whose attire just about covers herself. The strong abdominals showed a stable core as she brought one leg away from the ropes, bringing it towards her just as her foot rested on the mat. It was almost unreal how she looked, manoeuvring herself with no help from her hands as the other leg was the last to unhook before she would straighten upright and proper.
Madeline would flick her majestic, chestnut hair behind her, showing the green jewel upon her forehead, and that’s before getting to her eyes as she sauntered towards her corner. She opted not to say anything, only a saucy wink to greet her opponent. Pivoting on the balls of her feet, swiftly turned round to fully face the bluenette. Arms rested on the top ropes, hypnotic emeralds focusing intently on “assessing” this lovely treat in front of her.
Lana wouldn't have to wait long, her opponent would make sure to arrive on time. As her theme hit the scene, so would Madeline, and almost immediately, Lana would be enamored. Her theme had attitude, her outfit had flair, and as she stepped into the ring in sensual fashion, putting on a bit of a show for the lewd girl, Lana could CLEARLY see she had style - and a magnificent body to style in. Lana has faced her fair share of sexy opponents, but this girl Madeline? She was a choice one. A choice one, for sure.
And somehow, in that way, it ignited the fire of competition in Lana, moreso than it usually does. This girl Madeline had it all, looks, body, style, and even a regal gait. It made Lana want to overcome this girl even more, not out of malice, but out of the heavenly girl's own desire to win. A girl like this would be one hell of a mountain to overcome, so she was gonna get this beautiful woman to submit to her, no matter what it took. That is what the flame inside her demanded.
She would walk to the center of the ring, assuming Madeline would do the same. Lana, at this point, liked to get a little handsy with her foes, through a hug, a quick stroke of the thigh, or maybe even an outright grabbing of their posterior. But Lana wanted to see if she could get Madeline to grab her, already competing with the other girl, Lana wanted to see if her charms would work.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, darling. Madeline, is it? I'm looking forward to a truly extravagant match with you." Lana says as she stretches languidly, jutting her chest forward, highlighting her scantily-clad body, before lightly running her hands along her sides. "I hope you and I have a truly titillating time, dear." wink
Will Madeline go for it? Will she touch Lana?
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Madeline did not allow anticipation to toy with her; it suited her better to arrive with impeccable precision. The crowd’s eyes turned as her entrance theme pulsed to life, sultry yet commanding, the sound of confidence in motion. She emerged from behind the curtain as though the stage had been waiting for her all along, the lights gilding the edges of her silhouette. Every step toward the ring was an exhibition of purpose and allure, her attire a glimmering tapestry of elegance that left little to chance and nothing to accident. By the time she crossed the ropes, she had already claimed the atmosphere as her own.
There was something exhilarating about the way Lana regarded her, that spark of recognition between two competitors entirely aware of their power and presence. Madeline carried herself across the ring with a serene sort of confidence, the corners of her mouth softening into the faintest smile as she caught Lana’s gaze. Her opponent’s energy brewed thickly in the air, teasing at rivalry before even the first move was made. If Lana’s intention had been to stir her, she had succeeded, though not in the way one might expect. Madeline had been measured, focused, but now she found herself intrigued. To face such a woman meant the match ahead would be sensational, and the thought alone thrilled her.
She met Lana in the centre, closing the distance until only half an inch of tempered space remained between them. Their proximity hummed with unspoken challenge, a silent weighing of wills. “You would be correct, dear Lana.” Her perfume, cool and faintly oriental floral, lingered as she straightened her stance and arched a single, perfectly shaped brow. “And I hope you don't mind this little ensemble.” Her voice was smooth, touched with amusement, and her glance wandered briefly, knowingly, across Lana’s ensemble before returning to her eyes. “It was too good to show it off only once.”
She tilted her head, a strand of hair catching against her shoulder, and that enigmatic smile curved once again. “I suppose it wouldn't matter what we're wearing in the endgame. Which in this case, do be gentle with it. Hate to see this go to waste.”
The words hovered like silk, neither invitation nor dismissal, only measured curiosity. Madeline’s gloved fingers brushed through the air where Lana’s arm would be, close enough to be felt without ever touching. The movement was deliberate, graceful, suggestive of temptation yet anchored by restraint. She enjoyed standing on this knife’s edge of decorum and defiance, and she could see that Lana might, too.
“That being said...” she said softly, lowering her voice so that only Lana would hear. “You look pretty eager to start. And I'm very much looking forward to getting to know you...and that body~.” With that, she took a single half-step back, never once breaking eye contact. Her posture remained high, shoulders poised, the faint shimmer of challenge burning in her steady expression. Every nerve beneath her flawless composure was alive with quiet anticipation, waiting, not for Lana’s words, but for the first true test between them to begin.
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As Madeline and Lana faced each other, the tension and angst of the upcoming battle increased. As Mad spoke, Lana looked into her eyes, instinctively aware of the sparks of lightning crackling in short spurts between them. Madeline carried herself with admirable sophistication, not too far off from the way Lana acted herself. But would her graceful opponent touch her, as she wanted? Did Mad touch her, due to Lana's own alluring figure and gait? No, she wouldn't. Mad's hands hovered, and she spoke of her desire verbally, but the delightful woman in the dancers outfit would not give in, merely backing away slightly, awaiting the bell to ring. Madeline wasn't going to make this easy, that much was now clear, so now, the game would begin, and Lana couldn't give anything else but her best.
"Oh, dear Madeline, I too, am looking forward to knowing you. But sadly, I can't promise the safety of your lovely outfit, it might just get ripped off, as I show you the true meaning of the words "competitive intercourse""
"Have you ever been in a pure sex match before? Are you ready to show off your prowess to me? Because in a match like this, I am right at home. I just hope you aren't in over your head, dear, because I don't intend to lose, not even to someone as attractive as yourself~"
And soon after that, the bell would ring, signaling the beginning of the bout between these two lovely aristocrats. Lana would get into stance, putting on a simple Wushu pose she was accustomed to doing. But it was more for posterity than practicality, as this match would be a pure sexfight, and nothing else. Lana circled Madeline, slowly eyeing her up, slowly building more tension between the two with every light step and pace. But this too, was for posterity, as soon Lana would close the distance lightning-fast, lightly grabbing both of Mad's cheeks, staring deeply into her radiant green eyes, as she pressed her mouth up against hers and began to kiss her! Immediately using tongue, and all the energy that came with it, to begin making-out with the british noblewoman, starting off this sexy match with some sexy smooching, all to the roar of approval for the horny crowd! A good way to start a sexfight as any!
The air between Madeline and Lana was a charged conduit of silent challenges, the arena a stage where elegance met ferocity. Their encounter was a paradox: poised uncertainty surrounded by an audience hungry for sophistication and sensuality. Madeline, with an ephemeral smile, acknowledged the well-matched nature of their meeting. She had expected Lana’s words, the teasing edge of them sharpening the space between their poised frames. “My my, Lana.” she replied with wry candour. “Surely even the masters of hentai possess a certain control.” Her voice danced gracefully across her opponent’s bravado, weaving through the declaration with a knowing gleam in her eye.
The truth lay in anticipation. Madeline relished the battles entwined with both body and wit. Meeting Lana’s gaze, the energy was unmistakable: reverent, alive, and swirling. As Lana circled her, a lithe feline prowling the tender tension, Madeline held her ground with steady grace. “I would expect nothing less, and be quite disappointed if you were anything but confident~.” she stated smoothly, the words tactile enough to bridge understanding. Was this her inaugural foray into such a match? She left the question drifting like a faint wisp of mystery. “Pure sexfight, hentai, submission, a match with chairs and ladders…it matters not. It’s all competition. And competition is what I crave for~.”
And when the bell’s clarion call sliced through the air thick with anticipation, her cravings melted into action. Madeline assumed a stance that is softer than usual, yet still has hints of her grappling prowess. Her movements were measured, calculating, a fluid paradox of elegance and latent power. She began to engage Lana not just with her body but with her presence, a deliberate, strategy-infused demonstration of who could truly control the storm they had summoned.
Lana’s lips found hers with potency, the heat of the spotlight pulling them into an orbit of intimate combat. The initial shock evolved into a fusion of resolve and exploration. Madeline rose to meet her, matching every nuance of its fire with the cool waters of a deeper grace. She pressed back, firm and certain, eyes locked onto Lana’s with a compelling intensity. She invited Lana to look deeper, to discover if there was satisfaction, discovery, perhaps even delight, within those emerald pools. It was all calculated, designed to test if the visual allure could break the enchanting spell of contact.
“Best be thankful the rules don’t require anything…extracurricular. Otherwise, you might not want to be this close to me~.” Amidst the uproar and roar of the engaged crowd, Madeline maintained a centre fortified by wit and spirit. Each exchanged glance, every slight shift of balance, became a wordless sonnet, an intricate dance of minds and souls vying for dominance. She understood that though this was not a battle of fists, it was nonetheless a contest. A reflection of mental agility as much as physical dexterity, aware that while she navigated the haze of passion, she was crafting an intricate game plan.
"Oh, darling-" Lana began as their lips briefly parted "-It's not wise to be close to me in this match either - oh but how you'll want it, how you'll want it sooo bad" Lana responded to Madeline's last statement, before resuming her sultry kiss. Madeline's lips tasted as good as they looked, sweet and plump like a good piece of fruit, though undoubtedly much more savory. Lana would slip her tongue into Mad's mouth, probing for an entrance, with assuredly came, heating up their kissing and thus the match itself, but it wasn't all Lana had planned. She was gonna completely smother her opponent in her charms, and bring the noblewoman down to her knees in lust. Lana's desire to wear a woman as beautiful as Madeline down was a serious spur in her actions. It burned in her like a cackling blaze to overwhelm and defeat this woman, her soul spurring and sparking for it.
But such things had to be done with grace. Lana wasn't about to just shove her hand into Mad's outfit and begin fingering her, no, a lighter touch was needed, at least for the moment. So as they made out, Lana would begin gently roaming her hands all along Madeline's body, gently stroking her sides, grazing her tummy, brushing her hair, squeezing her thighs, and grabbing her buttocks, all while they still kissed. Hoping this cacophony of sensation would wear the emerald-eyed woman down. And why wouldn't it?
As they did this, Lana would also gently walk Madeline to one of the corners, her favorite place to be in the ring, hoping that her attempts at seduction would lead to Mad not resisting
