Jazmin DeLuxe vs. Lisa 'the Raid' Vasquez - Points of Authority

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type Hardstyle Hentai Backalley Brawl
Victory Condition: Victory can only be obtained by scoring a pinfall, submission, or knockout after making your opponent orgasm. Falls Count Anywhere

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The first thing that struck Lisa when she came to Tokyo was how clean it was. As much as she loved Los Angeles and didn’t regret growing up there, she had always been a bit perturbed by how trashy the place could be. People threw trash in inappropriate places all the time, you had to watch where you stepped all the time, and the city struggled to keep up with it, despite their best efforts. As a naturally orderly person, it had driven her insane growing up, and there was no getting used to it.

Japan had, quite literally, been a breath of fresh air. The streets were insanely tidy at all times, and it was legitimately difficult to find any trash that wasn’t in a proper receptacle. The sidewalks were spotless, many of them looking brand new even though she knew many of them had been around for years. Even their public restrooms were well kept, a vast and welcome change from the horror shows she’d encountered in many a gas station back home. It was a fastidious person like herself’s dream come true.

Except for this backalley. She had to give LAW credit - she didn’t know how they did it, but they found the dirtiest looking alley in all of Tokyo. Maybe all of Japan.

Lisa slipped through the crowd and came through the fence, one of two boxing the backalley in, and she got a good look at the place through the flickering street light above her. The first word that came to mind was ‘decrepit’ - to her eyes, it looked like someone had been using this alley as their home, and they hadn't exactly kept it up well. A ratty mattress was on the far side of the alley, one that she suspected had been white at one point, but now looked a dull shade of grey. There was a dumpster with various graffiti sprayed on it, symbols so faded that she likely couldn't have read them even if her Japanese hadn't still been notably poor. Some chairs were scattered, here and there, and there was even a broken TV laying on its side. A boom tube, might’ve even been older than she was, no idea where they found that.

Broken beer bottles, skittering cockroaches, and the faint smell of vomit in the air. Yes, they’d nailed it. Perhaps overboard, in her opinion.

Lisa looked up, spying the cameras above them, then brought her attention to the baying crowd on both side of the alley, all of them eager. As they should be, they’d all paid well to watch this match, and it wasn’t something you saw every day. Most cities tended to frown on wrestlers beating each other up in dimly lit alleyways, but LAW had managed to pull some strings, and here they were.

It suited her, and she understood why she’d been chosen for it, putting an ex-cop in a backalley brawl. She didn’t know how her opponent fit the theme, but she wouldn’t have to wait much longer for that, if the clock on her phone was correct. Almost show time.

Lisa stuffed it into her jacket pocket, unzipped it, and tossed her outer layer off to the side, exposing herself to the cool night air which her

did little to protect. The sight of it drew the usual catcall from the audience, but she paid them no heed, as always, and dropped down to get some quick stretches in, warming her blood up as she awaited her foe’s arrival…

[JustAUnicorn]

The bass was heard long before Jazmine was seen. Thumping out of the boombox before she even rounded the corner, Jazmine's entrance music echoed off the brick walls in a way that just hit different in these Tokyo streets. The crowd heard it coming, heads turning, phones already up before they could even see her. Before the knew it, the Street Queen had arrived.

Entrance Theme: Cardi B - Money

Jazmine Deluxe

“Y’all ready for this shit or what?!” she barked, voice cutting over the beat. “Street Queen’s in the house! Show me some fucking love!”

The crowd went into a frenzy as they parted ways for her, allowed Jazmine to strut down the alley like the model she was. Decrepit walls. Graffiti. Broken bottles. A dumpster that looked like it hadn't been cleaned out in weeks. The whole place smelled like trash, sweat, and trouble. To most people, it probably looked like the kind of place they couldn't wait to get away from. She'd spent enough of her younger years around Atlanta's rougher neighborhoods so she knew how to move through a place like this. She might've traded that life for designer clothes, expensive jewelry, and a whole lot of loud luxury, but the streets had raised her. You could take Jazmine out of the hood, but you weren't taking the hood out of Jazmine. She knew how to read a crowd, how to spot trouble, and more importantly, how to make sure trouble. And tonight, trouble had a name.

Lisa Vasquez.

Jazmine spotted her through the fencing and her grin widened. The former cop was already inside, stripped down and stretching beneath the flickering streetlight with a cold, humorless look. Of course. A cop in an alley. LAW really couldn't have picked anybody better.

Jazmine slowed down near the gate, turning toward the crowd instead of immediately going inside. She lifted the boombox over her head for a second, letting the music hammer through the alley while the spectators packed against the fencing reacted to her arrival. Finally she stepped through the fence, the metal gate immediately clanking behind her with officials locking it in place with a chain. She danced to the other side of the alley, bypassing Lisa entirely as she pointed toward one side of the crowd, then spun around and started hyping up the people behind the opposite fence. She laughed when they got louder. This was her kind of crowd. Loud, rowdy, packed into a dirty alley waiting to watch somebody get their ass kicked.

Her eyes locked on the tall figure already stretching in the middle of the mess. Ex-cop. Six foot of rigid posture and that same cold-ass energy they all carried. Jazmine’s lip curled. She’d never had any love for the badge, and tonight she got to put one on her back and make her scream for it. Perfect. She turned the boombox off and tossed it to the side, leaving her in the tight black top and shorts that left almost nothing to the imagination. The gold still glittered against her skin. She cracked her neck, rolling her wrists, and started walking back to her side of the alley, making sure to mince words with her opponent as she passed.

“What’s good, pig? You look real comfortable out here in the trash. Almost like you belong.”

She stopped a few feet away, hands on her hips, looking Lisa up and down with open hunger and zero respect.

“Hope you stretched real good. 'Cause I'm about to lay you out and make you squeal in front of everybody. Street rules bitch.”

[BlackAkuma]

Look, my bitches all bad, my n****s all real, I ride on his dick, in some big tall heels
Big fat checks, big large bills, front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels

”Oh, fuck no.”

Lisa had quite a few musical opinions. While it might’ve seemed like an odd choice for a policewoman to come out to KRS-One, she liked that song and the musical genre overall, having a taste for older hip-hop and rap. The Wu-Tang Clan, A Tribe Called Quest, Pharoah Monche, et cetera. She liked some - some - music that had been made this century. Jedi Mind Tricks came to mind, and she was liking what she heard from Joyner Lucas. There were spots of gold here and there. But, on the whole, she was of the opinion that rap music had been on a downward trend in the last two decades. She hated about 95% of it, and she would happily die on that hill.

So, needless to say, when she heard her opponent being heralded by a song she wouldn’t have listened to for more than a minute of her own free will, it did not start her off with a good impression of Jazmine ‘DeLuxe’, and she had the strong feeling that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

Lisa spotted Jazmine around the same time Jazmine spotted her, looking her way with a wolfish grin. She was dressed to fight, gilded attire that put her form on full display. A little gaudy for her tastes, but underneath it all she could see the power in this woman’s form - she was the shorter one between them, but the muscles were densely packed, peeking out from the curves. A keen eye could tell who had the power advantage, despite Lisa's height edge.

She moved like she knew it, too, playing up to the crowd and not moving with a single ounce of trepidation. Lisa kept her position as the woman made her way into the alley with an unbothered gait. She kept silent, continuing her stretching, until Jazmine made her way back and started talking. Unsurprisingly, Lisa didn’t much like what she had to say.

‘Pig’. Lisa’s eyebrow rose at that word, though she didn't take the bait beyond that. Jazmin might’ve thought herself unique, but she’d made a career dealing with women like this. Tough bitches who talk a lot of junk and think that, just because she’s another woman, they could bully her around and get past her. That tried to make her do stupid things with schoolyard taunts.

Lisa put women like that on the ground. More than she cared to count. New country, new job, same old shit.

When the trashtalking stopped, she took a long sigh, cleared out her lungs, then took a single step forward. She planted her foot out to the side, then slowly dragged it between them, as if drawing an imaginary line in the sand. An invisible line she was daring Jazmin to cross.

Lisa stepped back, raised her hand, and beckoned Jazmin on, keeping her eyes locked on her opponent like a heat-seeking missile as she did.

”I’m right here, puta. Go for it.”

[JustAUnicorn]

Ragebaiting cops used to be a personal pastime of Jazmine’s back in the day. Taunts, gang signs, foot chases, shit, she used to run the whole gambit just for the fun of watching them lose their cool. That had all taken a backseat once she got into wrestling, but old habits died hard. A little spark of mischievous joy lit up inside her the second she caught that subtle twitch on Lisa’s face after her trashtalk.

Then came the whole display of drawing a line across the concrete. Jazmine scoffed under her breath. Of course she had to do all that. Cops always needed their little gimmicks. Even out here in a filthy Tokyo alley the ex-badge still wanted to play the bad cop routine. Jazmine had seen the type a hundred times back home. The ones who thought posture and a cold stare were enough to make people fold. The ones who forgot that some people grew up in places where lines didn’t mean shit. Puta she muttered to herself, tasting the word. She didn’t know much Spanish, but she knew enough to catch the meaning.

Her eyes drifted downward, taking in the interesting choice of attire her opponent had shown up in. The mesh halter top was barely held together by that badge buckle, leaving everything up top thinly veiled and on display. And that wasn’t even mentioning the lower half, or lack of it, just a thin, stringy thong that left all but only the most tantalizing bits of her womanhood exposed. Jazmine’s gaze lingered there a second longer than it needed to. Making a mess of this particular officer was going to be almost too easy.

She drifted over to her side of the fence and leaned into the chain-link, fingers curling through the metal as she licked her lips at the sight in front of her. The crowd on that side pressed closer.

The second Lisa finished beckoning her forward, Jazmine pushed off the fence hard. She exploded across the alley, the imaginary line Lisa had drawn quickly disappearing under her feet. Arms came up to guard as she closed the distance in a few powerful strides, then she snapped out a sharp jab aimed straight at Lisa’s face, following it immediately with a heavy cross meant to smash right through whatever guard the taller woman tried to put up.

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa followed Jazmin’s body, but she was also tracking her eyes. Most importantly, she was noting what the woman choose to focus on and where those leering eyes lingered. It wasn’t hard to guess.

You could’ve described her outfit in many way, but ‘modest’ would never be one of them. It wasn’t an accidental choice, she knew exactly what she was wearing, and it was a calculated choice. In her experience, layering up didn’t help you at all in a sexfight, unless you were wearing a chastity belt. Your opponent got what they were going for, regardless, and no outfit would slow them down. But a provocative outfit could do some of the work for you, before the bell even rang. Create a response before you even touched your opponent. In a tight match, that could be the dealbreaker.

Though it wasn’t as if Jazmin was the only one enjoying the sights. That cocky little mouth was attached to a body that could back it up. Not being a stranger to the gym, she could appreciate a powerful body that kept its curves, strength pressed tight in those curves. As much as this woman was pissing her off, she wasn’t hating the idea of getting on top of her.

And best of all, she wouldn’t have to wait too long for that. She told Jazmin to go for it, and go for it she did.

The speed surprised Lisa. Jazmin wasn’t blazing fast, but she moved at a good pace, explosive speed, far quicker than she would’ve guessed from that frame. She had time to raise her guard before the gap was closed, but only just, and it was pure reaction.

A jab came her way. Sharp, crisp, powerful. Lisa dipped to the side, letting it fly past her head, close enough that her ponytail whipped the wrist. A clean dodge, but one that put her in the path of Jazmin’s power hand, which came out on the next beat.

Lisa’s guard took this one, but even the best defense can only absorb so much damage. The blow struck her forearm, a little above the elbow, numbing the spot on contact and forcing Lisa back a half step. She ground her teeth hard, half from the pain and half from being reluctantly impressed. That was a decent combination. Textbook, nothing fancy, but effective.

It demanded an response, and she gave one straight away. Lisa stepped back in and threw a jab of her own, a swift blow that came from below, targeting the chin. It came out like a whip flashing through the air, and she was already moving for the follow up as she pulled it back. Her right tensed up, jerked forward, a right cross of her own, looking to return the favor with interest…

…only not. Instead, she pulled the punch back halfway, turned it into a feint, took a quick step to the side and launched another jab from a different angle, trying to tag Jazmin before she could process the switch. Whether it hit or missed, she took a quick step out of range in the next instant, keeping her feet bouncing, making herself a moving target.