Naked Savagery - Da Xia vs Darina Daybreak - NHB/LGF Cage Match
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2025 6:20 am
No Holds Barred Cage Match
Match takes place in a standard MMA octagon. Both wrestlers will take an aphrodisiac before the match. No holds are barred; all moves within the octagon and without weapons will be considered legal, including hentai moves, EXCEPT for oral or direct penetration. Victory by submission or knockout. The winner of the match will fuck the loser.
Attire: Nude
For the briefest of moments, it looked like any ordinary match. Just like always, a sliver of gold expanded up the entrance, casting a tall, strong silhouette through its light, and just like always, the rhythmic clicking of a pulsar kicked up and up in tempo until it crashed into bouncing synths.
That was where the normal stopped.
When Darina Daybreak stepped onto the entrance ramp, there was no hood for her to flip down to the cheers of the audience, just a satin robe draped loose around her shoulders. If she closed her eyes, she might have been able to pretend that it was a boxer's ring jacket instead. That, beneath it, she wasn't as naked as the day she was born, nipples already hard as pebbles in the cool arena air. That this match was like any other.
She kept them open, and while her smile wasn't in that trademark wolfish zeal, it was still as wide as ever. How could she not be excited? This fight would be anything but business as usual -- just how Darina Daybreak wanted it.
The Slam-A-Thon in the Amazon was coming soon. The Heavyweight event to end all Heavyweight events. If any single moment in LAW represented the division itself, this was going to be it. By the end of it all, Darina wasn't just going to announce herself as a part of it. She was long past that. No, she was going to place herself at the head of it, putting rocket fuel into her gas tank by showing the LAW Universe things they never knew they wanted out of their Heavyweights. And with any luck, she'd have her eyes right on Alaina Sanders's prize.
Since that fateful press conference where she announced her intentions, Darina had put herself through hell. Taking on all comers, new and old, in matches in her own wheelhouse and those decidedly not. Diamonds were made under pressure, but the entire goddamn universe was made in the heart of molten suns. That was where she needed to be.
After all that. Was she ready? For the big show, for the bright lights, for everything she couldn't shine on herself alone? Da Xia -- who'd taken on legends and was one in her own right, who'd held a belt and defended it -- would make Darina find out, one way or another. And if she wasn't...
Her eyes flickered to the strapon lying at the cageside table. One way or another, the better woman would make herself known tonight.
As she stepped into the cage, Darina laughed to herself. Why put it that way? "The better woman." She already knew how this night was going to end: With one of LAW's hottest, most powerful women squirming at the end of her cock.
Match takes place in a standard MMA octagon. Both wrestlers will take an aphrodisiac before the match. No holds are barred; all moves within the octagon and without weapons will be considered legal, including hentai moves, EXCEPT for oral or direct penetration. Victory by submission or knockout. The winner of the match will fuck the loser.
Attire: Nude
For the briefest of moments, it looked like any ordinary match. Just like always, a sliver of gold expanded up the entrance, casting a tall, strong silhouette through its light, and just like always, the rhythmic clicking of a pulsar kicked up and up in tempo until it crashed into bouncing synths.
That was where the normal stopped.
When Darina Daybreak stepped onto the entrance ramp, there was no hood for her to flip down to the cheers of the audience, just a satin robe draped loose around her shoulders. If she closed her eyes, she might have been able to pretend that it was a boxer's ring jacket instead. That, beneath it, she wasn't as naked as the day she was born, nipples already hard as pebbles in the cool arena air. That this match was like any other.
She kept them open, and while her smile wasn't in that trademark wolfish zeal, it was still as wide as ever. How could she not be excited? This fight would be anything but business as usual -- just how Darina Daybreak wanted it.
The Slam-A-Thon in the Amazon was coming soon. The Heavyweight event to end all Heavyweight events. If any single moment in LAW represented the division itself, this was going to be it. By the end of it all, Darina wasn't just going to announce herself as a part of it. She was long past that. No, she was going to place herself at the head of it, putting rocket fuel into her gas tank by showing the LAW Universe things they never knew they wanted out of their Heavyweights. And with any luck, she'd have her eyes right on Alaina Sanders's prize.
Since that fateful press conference where she announced her intentions, Darina had put herself through hell. Taking on all comers, new and old, in matches in her own wheelhouse and those decidedly not. Diamonds were made under pressure, but the entire goddamn universe was made in the heart of molten suns. That was where she needed to be.
After all that. Was she ready? For the big show, for the bright lights, for everything she couldn't shine on herself alone? Da Xia -- who'd taken on legends and was one in her own right, who'd held a belt and defended it -- would make Darina find out, one way or another. And if she wasn't...
Her eyes flickered to the strapon lying at the cageside table. One way or another, the better woman would make herself known tonight.
As she stepped into the cage, Darina laughed to herself. Why put it that way? "The better woman." She already knew how this night was going to end: With one of LAW's hottest, most powerful women squirming at the end of her cock.
