L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Hentai Submission Match
Victory by forcing your opponent to submit through repeated orgasms, humiliation, and other sexual moves. Submission must be accepted.

Brooke's Entrance Music - Ready Aim Fire - Imagine Dragons

Brooke Betancourt, the Downrange Diva

For the first time in a long while, Brooke Betancourt walked out onto the entrance ramp with a smile. It had taken a while, but she finally got it. LAW didn't care who she was. It only cared who she hurt and who she fucked. It wasn't that might made right around here; "right" was a waste of time more than anything. It was that might meant you wouldn't be humiliated in front of a crowd -- and, more importantly, that you'd be the one doing the humiliating.

It was a shame that it took Rose Gold turning her into a puddle for Brooke to learn that. Just the memory of that half-hour of shame and the endless scrutiny on social media that followed brought a scowl to her face. She let the lessons from that match out on Clara GASTER, and even though she lost to the Brit, hindsight helped her remember how strong she felt. Bending and stretching Clara's body to her heart's desire, showing her off before the crowd. Exactly what had been done to her.

That strength fueled her. She wanted, no, she needed to feel it again. Since then, a match against a former modeling colleague and a rather fun confrontation with an idol-turned-wannabe-wrestler had brought her to this point. And at this point? There wasn't anyone who could beat her. Least of all some part-timer who'd been sitting on the roster for almost a year doing nothing but leaving parakeet shit all over.

So there she was. Leaning on the corner post, checking her nails idly while waiting for the next poor sap to face the new and improved Brooke Betancourt.

     Truth be told, this day sort of snuck up on Mami. Of course, she knew that her debut would happen sometime during her university's summer break—as in, end of July to the middle of September. And she even knew the exact date about two weeks in advance. Yet, it still felt like her debut had been sprung on her without warning.
     This past year had been quite busy for Mami. Having been a second and third year university student, her coursework was more rigorous and thus had demanded more of her attention. In light of her academics and social life, LAW had honestly been an afterthought for her.
     Of course, Mami was not one to be negligent. She had specifically set everything up this way, and even had LAW's agreement—in writing, no less. The plan was straightforward enough: instead of having a series of matches throughout the year, Mami was to have one big match. Not just any match, but the sort of match that many women would balk at: an accepted submission hentai match.
     Naturally, Mami was expected to lose, and lose spectacularly at that. Almost assuredly, her idol body, once carefully protected by a profit-hunting talent agency, would be publicly exposed for the viewing pleasure of the ravenously libidinous LAW fanbase. There was something about idols getting defiled and made to cum uncontrollably that garnered the attention of the fans—not to mention their money. Then there were the match stipulations, which were seemingly designed to push Mami to her sexual breaking point and beyond. Depending on the whims of her opponent, Mami could end up in perpetual sexual agony with ostensibly no way out.
     Mami sighed. In regards to lewdness, this was a precipitous step up from anything that she had done before. Sure, some of the promotional photoshoots that she had to do for LAW could be tastefully provocative, but nothing in the level of what was surely about to transpire. Mami would be lying to herself if she said that she was not at least a little nervous. At the same time, Mami was excited. This was a new experience, and a chance to perform again.
     "And now, making her in-ring debut... former idol and classically trained vocalist..." Hundreds of eyes lit up, heads turning towards the entrance ramp. "MAMI! PARAKEEEET! OKAAAAAAAABEEEEE!!!"
     The crowd burst into cheering, the sound nearly deafening. Mami began to blush—the enthusiasm of the crowd was incommensurate with her accomplishments in LAW. She knew that her former career as an idol and LAW's promotion of her would have carried some weight, but she did not expect this warm of a welcome.
     Regardless, Mami had a job to do. She took a deep breath and put on a smile. Mami adjusted her headset microphone and waited for the stagehand to give the signal. The backstage exit and entrance ramp before her was flooded with fog and illuminated by gold light, with some green splashed in. The lights around the arena dimmed to black, leaving the colored spotlights as the only source of light. The crowd bustled, eager to see the former idol make her LAW debut.
     Finally, the stagehand gave the signal for Mami to exit. On cue, Mami stepped out onto the stage. Her entrance theme, sans vocals, cut in immediately. There was no time for hesitation: if Mami was even a fraction of a second off, she would be out of sync with the vocals. But Mami, a seasoned idol and singer, pulled off the timing with aplomb. She stepped out from backstage and immediately started singing, providing the missing vocals to her entrance music.


     Mami started down the entrance ramp, her feet deftly propelling her petite body across the hard surface. She smiled and shook hands with her cheering fans, all while hitting each note of her entrance music perfectly, an upbeat and hopeful song written in G major. As a coloratura soprano, Mami specialized in the higher register. But this song was still well-within her vocal range, with the lowest note being a D4. Compared to the Queen of the Night Aria, this song was trivial—albeit no less worthwhile, despite it being comparatively easier from a technical standpoint.
     Once Mami reached the edge of the ring, her entrance music began to fade out. She removed her headset microphone, gently placing it at the corner of the ring before making her way up the corner steps. Mami smoothly slipped through the ropes and into the ring, having practiced the movement many times beforehand.
     Mami walked towards the center of the ring, her hand outstretched. "Let's have an entertaining match!" said Mami, her hand outstretched and inviting a handshake. All the while, Mami would be discreetly observing Brooke, assessing her reaction and demeanor.