L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Luxury Apartment Catfight
Match takes place in a luxurious apartment. Wrestlers will enter wearing evening gowns over lingerie. Victory by verbal submission or knockout. Hentai moves and catfighting tactics allowed. Winner fucks the loser with a strapon.

Dressing for a special occasion was its own reward. Decadence was no better than a pauper's digs, but no worse either. They were each their own flavor. To match the vibe, to play the game being posed all around her, that tingled Satsuki's brain in the best of ways. Few knew that the Queen of Clubs was an upjumped street rat, and the fact that she could simply don a swath of overpriced fabric and masquerade for a night's events was like candy to her. In that light, such a dress only made the champagne taste sweeter.

Satsuki could only imagine what it would do for the thrill of fucking a despondent, defeated foe into the mattress.

Satsuki Hayano, the Queen of Clubs

Soon, her imagination would become reality. Satsuki stepped into the room, a fine evening gown draped down her slender form. She hummed and reached for her wrist, adjusting one of a bevy of sheer accoutrements adorning her all around. This room certainly matched their fight's billing. A plush canopy bed centered one wall -- Super King, naturally -- with subtly erotic art hanging beside it. A well-crafted chandelier hugged the ceiling, neither too high nor too low to be practical in this space. Dressers and endtables and armoires, all mahogany, dotted the room.

Far at one end was a loveseat that would no doubt earn its name tonight, and at the other was the bathroom. A glass wall, floor to ceiling, cordoned it from the main room. Just past it was a massive hot tub, already bubbling hot with soap; somewhere else within lay the rest of the bathroom, she figured.

All in all? It more than worked. The terms for the game were set, and one competitor had already made her way into the arena. All that remained was her opponent. Satsuki lounged on the bed, awaiting the woman LAW had assigned her to despoil.

Kafka had been to a large variety of fancy clubs, parties and even the occasional regal gathering, thus she was no stranger to wearing a fancy gown. In fact, she had several for that very purpose. Though she did not expect them to be needed in LAW, which turned out to be false, as not long after her recovery from her PPV injury, her returning match was a catfight in one of the fanciest apartments LAW had at its disposal, and they thought it prudent to allow Kafka into it to face off against another fancy woman.

The rules of the match were simple. It was a normal catfight until one of the women was knocked out, or admits defeat to their opponent, both of which were not in Kafka's plans for the night. Before she headed off, she had to choose her outfit, which was one that may very well get damaged during the fight. She chose one that was not only stylish, but also made of strong white fabric, reducing the risk of it getting torn. She also put on a pair of black lace underwear underneath it, as per the attire requirements. She slipped on a pair of heels, and headed out to the apartment block, where the apartment itself was said to be a penthouse suite.

Kafka

Upon her arrival, she could immediately see why they said it was classed as luxury. There was high value ornaments, the kitchen was top of the range, and the carpets were luxurious. She took off her heels and placed them next to the door, where another pair of heels were. This told her that her opponent had arrived.

As she turned a corner, she saw her opponent laying on the bed, waiting for Kafka's arrival. Kafka smiled and winked at her opponent, whom she had no clue who she was. She did look fancy though, so she fit in with the decor almost perfectly. She walked up to the bed, stopping just short of it to wait for her opponents next move.

"Greetings. Kafka is the name. Remember it, for you will be screaming it later tonight" She said confidently, licking her lips at the concept of fucking her with a strap on

The door opened with a resounding click, and the soft footfall of heels on plush fabric trailed towards Satsuki. She slid forward off the mattress. Perhaps it was an inelegant motion, but Satsuki couldn't find it in herself to care. Not when her opponent had just entered the room.

The Queen of Clubs perched herself on a high mahogany footrest that curved up from the bedframe. Kafka was beautiful. There was no mistake about that. What would that elegance look like, despoiled by spittle and tears? She glanced down. Below her, on a leatherbound footlocker sitting past the end of the bed, was the strapon. Long and curved just so near the three-quarter mark, it was the tool Satsuki would use to find the answer to that question. Once she'd defeated Stellaris Obscura, she would do far worse with just that sex toy.

Satsuki hopped off the footrest. Once she'd opened the footrest and tossed the toy inside -- along with the condoms and lube besides it -- she then made her way to the taller girl. Her fingers brushed past Kafka's cheek before cradling the back of her head. "I'm sure I will," she cooed. Slowly but surely, her fingers tightened in Kafka's hair. "After all, I'll need to wake you up for your fucking somehow after I beat you senseless. Now, shall we begin?"

Kafka knew already that this wasn't Satsuki's first rodeo. Her elegance and charm, along with the aura she exuded, this wasn't going to be a simple fight, and Kafka knew that immediately. Normally upon meeting someone new for a fight, she would attempt to worm her way into their mind, trying to expose weaknesses in the woman's mind, before proceeding to beat them senseless while their brain is recovering. But Satsuki didn't seem like the kind of girl to break that way. If she was going to win, it would have to be using her body alone.

She saw Satsuki bring out the weapon that the victor would get upon defeating their opponent, and she smiled. It was a good specimen, and she couldn't wait to get the plastic cock deep into Satsuki while she moaned and screamed her name like a good slave.

"Heh, a wild imagination you have there, thinking I am going to let a little runt like you defeat me. You need snapping back into reality, and I am more than happy to oblige." She said, seemingly ignorant of Satsuki's attempts to pull at Kafka's hair. That was until Kafka quickly lashed out, smacking Satsuki in the face, before trying to tackle her to the bed. "It will be such a shame to see your lovely dress shredded, and your body smeared in your own juices and scratches" She grunted.