Of Smothers and Podophilia! Tristan Alden vs. Mina Takemi!

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Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: Victory is determined by Pin Fall, Submission, Knock Out, Count Out or Disqualification

Stretching in gorilla position, Tristan gave a deep breathe. His career hadn't exactly gotten to a banger start, his first (somewhat unofficial) match and then training at the LAW gym came to mind. Remarkably, both encounters ended in a similar manner...

The blonde shook his head. He couldn't afford thinking about the past. What mattered now was to get his career back on the right track! And at what better point than in his first, true official match in the LAW ring!

Tristan smiled. Not too many people got a second chance to make a first impression, and while he preferred to brag about his skills, he also knew that as a certain Corsican said, "Sometimes it was better to be lucky than to be good." Or something along those lines. The pretty boy soon hear the opening riffs of Metalica's "Ride the Lightening."

"Alight, showtime!" The blonde thought as he exited gorilla position and onto the stage!

Guilty as charged
But damn it, it ain't right
There is someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say
I'll take your life from you
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flames

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!" LAW's new (and permanent) announcer, Misa Otomura began. "Making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California... Tristan Alden!"

Appearance

Tristan smiled as he took in the cheers of the crowd. Most of said cheers were a bit high-pitched and feminine, though that suite the pretty boy just fine.

As he got to the apron, Tristan began think about his opponent. Like him, this Mina was a new fish too, but other than some of his friends saying that "She's THICC as fuck!", he didn't know anything else about her. He smirked as he then stepped between the ropes and ran towards his corner to jump on the turnbuckle and pose for the crowd, drawing more feminine cheers. Stepping down, he stood in his corner as he knew one thing.

This was going to be a match that she was never going to forget.

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Mina had tried to do some research on her opponent. She had tried to dig up an edge or find an advantage. Unfortunately, there seemed to be very little out there regarding Mr. Alden. She knew that he was keen in fighting women and that was about it.

This would be Dr. Takemi's first match against the lesser gender. Something she'd taken as a bit of a personal challenge. You see, Mina had a tendency to get... Intimate, with her opponents. However, Dr. Takemi was quite disinterested in men. This meant that Mina would need to find a way to win this contest without sensually assaulting her opponent. At least... Theoretically.
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Amy Winehouse, Teach Me Tonight

Dr. Takemi's entrance hit! The lights in the arena changed green, bathing the arena in the hue of envy. And then she emerged onto the stage. She drew in a breath, looked down, and crossed her arms under her breasts. Hugging herself and drinking in the moment. And then. Both arms exploded out and upwards in triumph as she grinned from ear to ear.

The mature woman walked down to the ramp all smiles. Her curves swayed from left to right, causing the sheath of her dress to swing with them. Every sway threatened to reveal if she wore anything beneath it. The fans would need to watch to see. As she reached the ring, she climbed onto it and then over the top rope. She was a tall woman, afterall.

Once inside the ring she'd lift her palms to the bottom of her bobbed hair and plump it up before placing one foot on the bottom turnbuckle and bending over slightly. She looked over her shoulder at her opponent with a coy smile. The pose offered the crowd a full view of the side of her copious breasts. She definitely wore nothing to support them. But more importantly, it flashed the full length of her leg. From her ankles, all the way up to her luscious thighs, to the fullness of her curvaceous, plush backside If she was wearing anything under her dress... It was small. Real small.

Spoiler

The doctor was in.

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All eyes were on Tristan’s opponent… including his own. And Tristan examined everything about her. From the way she swayed about, sultry showing off those divine curves, flaunting her body for all to see, all the way to the piece de resistance that was her end pose. Complete with a coy grin.

”Yeah, she’s one of those wrestlers, Tristan thought. The type that knew how to use their body in other, not only athletic but more… devious ways.

And those devious ways were working to a tee.

He blushed as he examined her near naked flesh. Mina might have been an… experienced lady, but that only helped elevate her beauty, giving it an elegant grace that younger woman lacked.

And his friends were right about her THICCness, not to mention her luscious legs and supple breast… Tristan’s eyes soon trailed down to her sockless feet, clad in green slip-ons.

The blonde shook himself, escaping his fantasy. This was his a second chance to prove himself and he couldn’t afford to screw it up. Besides, there’ll be plenty of time to satisfy his baser desires after the match. And with that, he decided to break the ice.

”Think you might wanna dress lighter, seems like your overdressed to me,” Tristan joked with a wry smirk and a coy tone to match.

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Mina observed her young male opponent. She placed a finger to her lips considering him. He was fit at least. As should be expected from a professional athlete. His attention appeared to be lacking however... She watched as he looked her up and down, drank her in with his eyes. She'd be lying to herself if she didn't take some pride in that. His eyes did linger overlong on her feet... Men.

She crossed her arms under her heavy bust, lifting them as she looked down upon the boy. Not literally of course. He was about an inch or so taller than her. Likely outweighed her too. That finger tapped idly against her lip as she considered the implications.

Mina typically only wrestled women. And when she did, they were typically smaller than her. She might have had a thing for smaller, younger girls. While Tristan was younger, he was neither a woman, or smaller.

"Oh believe me honey. Anything I'm wearing is for your protection." She returned his jab coquettishly. Her crossed arms seperated, letting her breasts free from their perch with an appetizing bounce.

"I believe we have a date to get to, hm?" Her arms spread wide while she assumed a squared stance with her opponent. The stance of a grappler. She was ready to see what the intergender ring was like.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

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Tristan blushed at her coquettish reply, while he gazed at her "energetic" breasts. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing. That small interaction confirmed. It always seemed to be the more mature woman that knew how to manipulate a younger man's desires.

The blonde gave a deep sigh, trying to cool himself down. He encountered a woman like this. That match wasn't in the W column of his record. But it was still one hell of an experience.

Tristan then smirked as Mina got in a squared stance in the square circle. He had a feeling that win, lose or draw, this was also going to be one hell of an experience.

"Lady, I think you might wanna see a doctor if this is your idea of dating," young man cheekily retorted as the bell rang. Tristan circled around Mina preparing himself as he would then attempt to lunge at her for a lock up!

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He seemed like a sweet boy. More's the pity. Her mind had already begun to churn. To put together plans and enact tactics.

"How funny that you'd say that young man." She offered her opponent a humorous look. Her lips curling into an amused smile. She could tell he was uncomfortable. Men were so different from women. They were so much easier to excite and to stagger.

With a sweep of her skirts, Dr. Takemi engaged her foe in his lockup. Her arms coming up to tangle with Tristan's. She measured him with a soft moan of effort. She was confident thatbshe could over power him. However. She didn't. Instead she wilted.

"Men fight differently from women... I see..." She offered woth another sultry moan of effort.

She feigned weakness. Allowing him to take charge of the lock-up. She was the fairer sex afterall. A pretty, curvy woman who had certainly made it to this stage because of her sex appeal. Because the LAW fans hungered for a body like hers and to see it dominated and displayed. She was happy to let him believe this. And when the time was right. She would correct him.

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A pink flush crept across his face as Mina moaned. Rather voluptuously. Oh yeah, she was good. As Tristan kept pushing her back, he decided he needed to... lay down the law so to speak.

"Maybe... but I have a feeling you fight men and woman the same way," The blonde cheekily replied back.

And with that, as Mina began to shrink away from him, Tristan would attempt to circle around around her and wrap her arms around her curvy waist. Biting his lip from being "too pleased" with himself. He would then try to lift the curvaceous mature woman off the mat and slam her down in a textbook amateur take down. The end result, much to the delight (and jealousy) of the crowd would be him on top of her, her breasts touching the canvas.

"Just to let you know, I'm on to you lady," he'd whisper.

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Mina considered Her opponent's conjecture. He was likely right, she confessed. She had never wrestled a man. As such, she would have to fight the only way she knew how. It was a good point he'd made. She was distracted by her ponderance as the young man slipped behind her.

He wrapped his arms about her waist. Her hands came to his, a reflex. Similarly, her hips pressed backwards against his. Her plump backside gently provoking his pelvis. An unintended consequence of the waist lock. "Oh? So forward!" She teased.

The man easily elevated and dropped her to the mat. It wasn't a high impact move. A simple takedown. But it was effective at controlling positioning. Her breasts forced against the canvas, mushrooming under their combined weight. The position forced some of the delectable flesh to spill out of her attire, a copious and generous spectacle of side-boob.

"On top of me, I think you mean." She offered coyly beneath her foe as she attempted to get to her hands and knees. She would have to deal with the waistlock eventually, but posture came first. Her tits would hang from the position, her attire just barely keeping her modesty... much to the disappointment of the cameramen.

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"...I cannot win today..." Tristan thought as Mina finished her teasing replies. A pink flush crossed his face as he bit his lip to "calm himself" as her ample, supple flesh pressed against his. It didn't help that his take down almost caused a wardrobe malfunction. The blonde was amazed that there wasn't one.

She might be new to pro wrestling, but she mastered the tactics of seductive mind games.

"You know this is wrestling, not foreplay, right?" Tristan jested as glanced at those luscious legs of hers. His blush grew brighter, but it gave him a few ideas as well.

Focusing on those luscious limbs would help fend off her mind games, as he'd be in less "compromising" positions so to speak. Besides, Tristan was always a leg man.

His mind made up, the blonde would let go of the waist lock as he'd attempt to grab Mina's left curvaceous leg. If he succeeded, he would then try to flip Mina on her back, before grapevining the leg. If all went according to plan, Tristan would try to painfully extend the trapped leg in a kneebar!

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"Oh? Are those two things different to you?" She coo'd with amused curiosity. He could present as if he wasn't eager, but he was currently wearing more blush than a Victoria's Secret model... Men.

It didn't mean he wasn't serious however. She could tell her damsel act wasn't hitting paydirt. More's the pity. She wasn't especially fond of that particular tactic but had been certain it would be effective on men. Women saw it as weakness and tended to become more efficient. And it seemed that it had a similar effect on men who respected women as equal competitors. A point in his favor. Perhaps he was owed a compliment after the bout.

The time for thought passed however, as Tristan was on the move once more! He released his waist lock, but not his control. He seized her leg, raising it up. Her dress pooled to the side, the position revealing the fullness if her leg, thigh, and cheek. If she was wearing something under there, it was small!

As Tristan's hands wrapped around her ankle, he gave her a sharp twist! A motion that flipped her over onto her back and keeping the exposure of her derriere to just a brief flash! Also... Did he just hesitate? It was probably nothing...

Up to this point, Mina had just taken Tristan's offense. He was fast, skilled, and strong. She needed to assert herself. Mina rolled through, continuing the momentum and attempting to shake him off and send him into the ropes!

If she was succesful, she would hurry to her feet, preparing to receive a hopefully shocked and defenseless Tristan on his return trip!