New Teacher at LAW University: Byleth (d) v Keyboard Warriors
Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2026 1:14 am
Match Type: 2/3 Tornado Handicap Smother Match
Victory Conditions: Winner is decided by whichever side smothers out their opponent(s) two times.
It was almost unreal, honestly. Just yesterday she'd been getting her learning plan together for the upcoming semester, making sure her syllabus' were all in order, and writing emails to ensure that the university hadn't tried signing up more students than her courses allowed. A bit boring in comparison to what was soon to happen, sure, but a nice humdrum the Welsh woman had enjoyed for so many years.
Now, after contract negotiations and several renegotiations between LAW and her college. After a clip of her defending one of her students had gone viral. Here she stood ready at the guerilla position, her expressionless gaze staring at the bright entrance as the crowd's roar filtered through. It was much grander than anything she had experienced during her younger years. Maybe equal for the pure gravure shows, but the wrestling definitely hadn't gathered near this crowd.
It made the professor's nerves tingle with anxiety. Especially given how heavy handed the match up was, pitting her against two opponents. Even if, from what she had learned, Chiaki and Fuuka seen as some of the 'easier' opponents, at least individually. Paired together, they had a mixed record. Anything short of caution against them would definitely get the professor a failing grade for the night. Running through what she had studied one last time in her mind, her music would begin to echo down the entrance, the staff signaling her to proceed.
And so she did, just as the chorus began.
The crowd all but erupted as she stepped onto the stage, her arms spread wide and a small hint of a smile gracing her lips. It had been awhile since so many had hooted and hollered at her, amongst the cheers from those who likely saw her clip and were excited to see what she could do. Biting at her bottom lip, her arms crossed as she grabbed her shoulders, the former gravure star's body, barely contained in her monochromatic ensemble, swaying along to the beat as it approached the bridge. Her teal hair, dyed with the occasional streak of light green, fluttered as she moved her head side to side, arms slowly crossing in front of her chest and tightly gripped at her shoulders
But that was where it ended. She then began walking down the ramp, arms quickly dropping to her sides, to the "frustration" of the onlookers. After all, Byleth needed to leave them wanting. The professor blew kisses to the crowd, her shapely derrière bouncing with each swing of her hips even in her tight outfit. Her hefty breasts bouncing hypnotically with purpose, until she finally reached the ring.
Rather than merely roll in, the Welsh woman pressed her back against the apron, bending back and giving the onlookers a perfect look of her curves as well as her tight abs.Finally, with action as fluid as the water her hair mirrored, Byleth rolled into the ring and struck one final pose, on her side and pushing her torso off the mats. A final rain of cheers rained down, holding her pose until the music faded away.
The professor rose back to her feet quickly, just as seemless as she had fallen into position, moving to her corner. All the while her face had remained neutral, her reputation of being a 'cool beauty' on full display. Her opponents wouldn't be allowed to see whatever it was that she felt about her debut. Her way of keeping them on minor edge, before "class would be in session." So to speak.
Victory Conditions: Winner is decided by whichever side smothers out their opponent(s) two times.
It was almost unreal, honestly. Just yesterday she'd been getting her learning plan together for the upcoming semester, making sure her syllabus' were all in order, and writing emails to ensure that the university hadn't tried signing up more students than her courses allowed. A bit boring in comparison to what was soon to happen, sure, but a nice humdrum the Welsh woman had enjoyed for so many years.
Now, after contract negotiations and several renegotiations between LAW and her college. After a clip of her defending one of her students had gone viral. Here she stood ready at the guerilla position, her expressionless gaze staring at the bright entrance as the crowd's roar filtered through. It was much grander than anything she had experienced during her younger years. Maybe equal for the pure gravure shows, but the wrestling definitely hadn't gathered near this crowd.
It made the professor's nerves tingle with anxiety. Especially given how heavy handed the match up was, pitting her against two opponents. Even if, from what she had learned, Chiaki and Fuuka seen as some of the 'easier' opponents, at least individually. Paired together, they had a mixed record. Anything short of caution against them would definitely get the professor a failing grade for the night. Running through what she had studied one last time in her mind, her music would begin to echo down the entrance, the staff signaling her to proceed.
And so she did, just as the chorus began.
I Get Off by Halestorm
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But that was where it ended. She then began walking down the ramp, arms quickly dropping to her sides, to the "frustration" of the onlookers. After all, Byleth needed to leave them wanting. The professor blew kisses to the crowd, her shapely derrière bouncing with each swing of her hips even in her tight outfit. Her hefty breasts bouncing hypnotically with purpose, until she finally reached the ring.
Rather than merely roll in, the Welsh woman pressed her back against the apron, bending back and giving the onlookers a perfect look of her curves as well as her tight abs.Finally, with action as fluid as the water her hair mirrored, Byleth rolled into the ring and struck one final pose, on her side and pushing her torso off the mats. A final rain of cheers rained down, holding her pose until the music faded away.
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