L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Hentai Knockout
Victory Conditions: Achieved via knocking out an opponent after a forced orgasm.
Location: Botanical Garden
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Within the brief period she has been in the league, Madeline has faced a lot of challenges and competition. Some are established legends, but also ones that she hadn’t expected. While the Briton enjoyed the pleasant surprise that comes with a highly spirited competition, she cannot rely on those random occurrences booked by the higher-ups. Although the odd disappointing match was very few and far in between, which, in her mind, it only came down to one instance. The brunette must strike while the iron is hot. For her to grow and climb high on the proverbial ladder, she must find like-minded souls that can give her that competitive rush.

While the setting itself might seem out there compared to the usual affair, the match itself would not disappoint. The crowd surrounding the ring is small compared to the arena both competitors are used to, but they filled the space with many flowers in the botanical garden. The VIPs didn’t seem to mind the aroma of the plants, as well as the humid climate, to keep them in good condition. Hopefully, her opponent didn’t turn out to have any allergies.

Madeline

Madeline’s theme would blast from the speakers, getting a significant response from the crowd. Walking down the path, her magenta and black bikini top did its best to contain her bountiful pair, while the Rose’s bikini bottoms would be hidden under the tied-up sarong. Madeline’s eyes took in the crowd. While this is a private event, the VIPs no doubt hunger for a sapphic clash, just as much as Madeline was looking forward to doing battle with her opponent and taking both victory and the sweet bounty from her pussy.

The English Rose would throw her hat like a frisbee before stepping onto the ring, undoing the knot on her side before showing off the high-waisted black bikini bottoms, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. Madeline would retreat to the corner, her eyes focused on the ramp, wanting to make sure she didn’t miss any detail from her opponent.

Another day, another dollar for Serena Thomas, who was in a locker room making her final preparations for an upcoming match. There was a fundamental difference for this bout though. The match rules were straightforward enough, but its location was something completely new for the Siren. The blonde had fought in some strange places when she worked for her previous league, but a botanic garden was going to be a first. “Damn, it’s going to be so humid there.” That thought had been crossing her mind since her L.A.W. contact told her of the booking.

The second thought that occupied Serena’s mind was concerning the audience for that day. Since the botanical garden had more limited space for stands the public attending to the event would be comprised of a selected group of VIPs related to the division in different ways. That unsettled Serena a little. Having grown up in a more than modest environment, Serena couldn’t help but feel how people with privilege ground her gears. Sighing she got the idea out of her mind. After all her job depended on her maintaining composure.

Spoiler

When her cue was delivered, Serena made her appearance and walked towards the ring. As she expected, the place was pretty humid and small beads of sweat started forming on her toned body. She would advance without paying much attention to the crowd, focusing her gaze on her rival instead. The Siren would unceremoniously crawl between the ropes and then walk towards the center of the ring. She had decided that the privileged crowd wouldn’t get anything from her that day. Instead, she focused on her rival: long legs that went for days, well built but still attractive body, brown shiny hair and some incredibly stunning green eyes. Of course that woman was her rival, but Serena still could like her. “Well, I hope you are ready for some action. We are not here to see the flowers after all.”, she said in an inviting tone, arms crossed in front of her rival.

Madeline liked to think that she could handle the heat, at least in the proverbial sense. Many of her matches have had the English Rose take part in challenging, demanding matches and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. That’s why she came to the league. This is different. Much as she loved the scent of the flowers, even a few roses here, the humidity unique to the garden would bring its challenges. Though Madeline believed she could rise to the challenge.

At the very least, the crowd in attendance, albeit those of the affluent variety, gave some familiarity to the proceedings. And once Serena came out towards the ring, this completed it all. Madeline certainly liked what she saw in terms of her body, and the closer she got, the more she found to admire. Her body was fit but with a supple beauty about it. Slender curves, a cool yet hungry gaze, a chest more fulsome than one may have realised for such a petite, desirable body. Composed, determined, and confident. She didn’t come across as the typical saucy LAW wrestler. Her eyes seemed more like the ones with some ambition. And that made it even hotter.

“Well, I have yet to see one particular flower bloom.” A charming bit of banter as Madeline took a step forward from her corner, her hands on her hips as a sultry smile focused on nothing but the blonde before her. “But of course, I’m more than ready. I like to see how true that nickname is before it’s light’s out.”

Serena was still a little bothered by the completely new wrestling environment and even more for the fact that the crowd consisted of surely some pompous VIPs, so in a way she would be unvoluntarily defensive when adressing her rival, but that feeling came apart thanks to Madeline herself. First of all, the woman was a true feast to the eyes, and the idea of sensually fighting that woman excited Serena. Then there was the attitude with which the brunette conducted herself, her words filled with confidence but also with an air of challenge and a liking for theatrics that made her look even more interesting in the Siren’s eyes. Sometimes the blonde was overindulgent, and she was liking that woman already.

“Oh, don’t you worry.”, she replied with a sultry smile to her face. “Before we are done you will be moaning that nickname of mine… Shall we?”, finished Serena in an inviting tone as she took position in the form of a test of strength, challenging her rival as the bell rang formally starting the match.

Madeline wouldn’t have known about Serena’s feeling uneasy with the crowd and the venue, especially as she didn’t make such feelings evident. And Madeline is used to picking up on these things. The venue itself might be pretty different, but in Madeline’s mind, it’s no different to being called for a match in the hotel. Regardless of where it is, there is still fun to be had and Madeline will have her fun. Whether Serena cooperates or not.

“We’ll see if you keep true to that.” Replied Madeline as she crouched down into her stance. “But yes. Let's.” The brunette would eventually step towards the blonde, fingers wriggling as they itched for action. Careful, cautious steps would edge Madeline closer towards the Siren, drawn to the allure, feeling it getting stronger the more she got close. But once close enough, Madeline’s hands feinted a lock-up before she would shoot down towards her legs. Seeking to wrap her arms around them, driving her shoulder onto that body as she attempted a double-leg takedown.

Serena couldn’t help but grin at Madeline’s retort. The brunette was a proud one, liked having the last word and Serena liked that in a rival. If those traits came with a proper body and mindset the recipe for a great match was presented and the Siren had hopes for that night no matter the odd scenario.

In a mirror of Madeline, Serena lowered her stance and began approaching the Briton, her arms up ready for a most obvious lockdown. When they were close enough Serena lunged forwards to push her rival with force, but she wouldn’t find her target as Madeleine had lowered herself even more. “Tch. Clever.”, thought Serena just as she felt the brunette getting a grip on her thighs and forcing her on the mat, protesting when her back impacted against the canvas. From there the Siren would try jerking her body to regain freedom, but at the moment she was at her rival’s mercy. Serena had been outplayed there.

Madeline wasn’t sure which type of wrestling Serena was used to, especially as she would be caught hard by Madeline changing levels. With the Briton’s own experience with grappling, she went with what she was most comfortable with. Much as she might like a rigorous test of strength, no doubt Serena has enough to contend with the Brit. Madeline will admit she went out of habit rather than anything else.

Regardless, the English Rose caught the Siren hard and forced her onto the mat. Keeping on her toes, her shoulder pressing down, riding out the jerks of Serena’s body as she changed grips before looking to stabilise in side control. If she managed to get her hooks in and her hands gripped tight, Madeline would begin planting kisses onto the blonde’s lips and cheek, just to spice things up while being in a dominant position. “Mmmm~. Not the greatest start for you, isn’t it?” She giggled as she kept on planting kisses. "Not that you mind much...being under me~."

Being forced with her back against the canvas while being kept under control by Madeline wasn’t a good way to start the match for Serena, but she wasn’t a sore one when being on the losing side of things, gladly accepting when someone outsmarted her. Of course with the match recently begun it was too soon to concede any of this, but Madeline started by playing her cards well, and the consequent teasing was as pleasant as distracting. By planting soft kisses all over Serena’s face the Brit showed her wit and resources, effectively enticing a Siren who would love to kiss that hot woman, but not in a match. It wasn’t Serena’s style to indulge and lose herself to pleasure.

“Oh believe me I would rather be on top.” Grimacing while trying to avoid Madeline’s soft lips, Serena grunted in effort and tried jerking her body with the aim of making the Brit lose her balance so they would shift positions, ending with Serena fulfilling her promise to be on top, but it wouldn’t be an easy endeavor.

Madeline kept that oppressive pressure on the Siren, establishing control in a way that the English Rose knew how. She found it cute as Serena was struggling to avoid those sweet kisses, Madeline’s lips peppering her skin, and it was lovely to the touch. She mixed them up with a few rapid-fire kisses with some slow, smouldering ones. Ending with a playful “muah~” at the end.

“Everyone always does.” Madeline rolled her eyes, her accent adding a sultry flair to the close contact. “But that’s only because they don’t understand how wonderful it is to be at the bottom~.” Amidst her speech, Serena would suddenly buck, Madeline already feeling positions change, her back meeting the canvas, already hot to the touch because of the humidity.

While Madeline has to concede the top position to Serena, she isn’t without tricks. Her legs sought to trap one of Serena’s single limbs, a pair of thighs clamping onto the lone quad. All the meanwhile her arms swiftly moved to wrap around Serena’s upper body, pulling her head and effectively, her whole body close to hers. Though with the added intent to trap a single arm along with the head, it’s likely Serena knew what Madeline was going for. Though Madeline sought not to put the squeeze on this arm triangle, but rather restrain and keep the Siren as close as possible.

“If being on bottom is so wonderful, why don’t you have a taste of it?”, teased Serena just as she used all her strength to switch positions with her rival, gaining the top position and fulfilling the topic of her tease. Now that she was on top, the blonde could start thinking of a strategy to wear that luscious brunette down.

However, Madeline had some plans of herself and more than decent grappling skills to back them up. In a flashy and seamless move, the British got her legs around one of Serena’s the only way the Siren wouldn’t like to have Madeline wrapped around her, and before she could know it Serena was fully controlled against Madeline’s body in an arm triangle hold, her body completely under Madeline’s control and the distance between them barely existant.

“Damn you’re nimble.” From her current position Serena was positively held under Madeline’s control, and the brunette had shown how her wrestling skills were pretty good, but in the end both fighters were in a very specific kind of match. Even if her movements were under control Serena still had a free arm, an arm she would use to first pat around in search for Madeline’s stomach, then make a quick move towards the woman’s chest to start fondling her breasts. “Oh-hooo. Look what I found here...” The Siren trusted in being capable of forcing a break with that movement and also start wearing Madeline’s sensual resistance down, so she would accept the British’s control while she would make her best to caress and mash those delicious orbs with her hand.