L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Hentai
Victory Condition: To win, you must make your opponent orgasm.

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”This is suck fucking bullshit.”

Sister Lucia simply sighed as Sister Prudence repeated that line once again. While she hadn't said the exact thing before, she was fairly certain, her compatriot had repeated something like it at least two dozen or so times throughout the day, ever since they received an email stating what would be her first official match back in LAW - a hentai match. If Sister Chastity had recieved that email, she would’ve taken it without a word of complaint. Sister Lucia herself would jumped at the chance to prove why she was worth of the Hentai Championship once again.

But for Sister Prudence, well…

”Bullshit, bullshit, fucking bullshit!” Sister Lucia watched as her compatriot stormed about the gorilla position before her match, startling the crew around them and making them all give her a wide berth. ”This doesn’t even make sense, why are they making me do a hentai match?” She waved a finger Sister Lucia’s way, specifically at the gleaming belt on her shoulder. ”You’re the fucking hentai champ. You should be in there, not me.”

Sister Lucia pushed off the wall she’d been leaning against and strolled about her compatriot, fixing her with an even gaze. ”Men aren’t allowed to wrestle me for this belt, so a mixed hentai match would be rather pointless in the first place. And this is LAW. We’re in the lion’s den, sister. Surely, you knew this would happen, sooner or later.”

”Later would’ve been better.” Despite herself, Sister Prudence found a semblance of calm and rubbed her shoulder, trying her best to quell the storm. It was hard to make out her face through the thickness of her hair, but even so, Sister Lucia could see the hints. The worry lines about her face. The slight. ”I just fucking thought…I thought…”

An awkward moment between them lingered, with Sister Lucia not knowing what to do. It was a touchy subject, she knew, with Sister Prudence being a member of LAW in its earlier days. She had gone down a path that led her to righteousness with the Sisterhood, but that path had not been easily trodden. While Sister Lucia had not deigned to look at the matches in question, Sister Prudence told of horrific hentai matches, of being humiliated and degraded in unspeakable ways, and that trauma had left a clear scar. The Lord could mend all wounds, but some went deeper than others.

Silence reigned for a few moments before Sister Lucia finally broke it, stepping forward and placing a reassuring hand on the giantess’ shoulder. ”Bestill yourself, Sister. I will be by your side, to say nothing of the Lord watching over. And I have seen your opponent, what little of him there was to see.” She chuckled at the mental image, even now. You will demolish him, I’m certain of it. This will scarcely be a challenge, hentai or not.”

While reassuring words were hardly Sister Lucia’s specialty - despite being a nun - they did seem to reach Sister Prudence in some small way, calming her down, making her shoulders sag. By the time one of the crew members came by to give them the signal, she was much closer to her usual intimidating, brutish self.

Sister Prudence cracked her knuckles, rolled her neck, and stepped towards the curtain. ”Let’s get this shit over with.”

A few moments later and the two of them were making their way down the ramp, with Sister Prudence’s extremely ironic

scarcely able to drown out the audience’s jeers. Neither of them paid it any real mind, proudly striding forward with their heads held high, the Bible Belt proudly displayed on Sister Lucia’s shoulder.

She made her way around the ring as Sister Prudence hopped on the apron, grabbed the top rope, and catapulted her way inside, landing near the middle of the ring with an impact that shook the foundation. It was hard to read her face under the muddle mask of her hair, but by Sister Lucia’s estimation she seemed more than ready, stone-faced and serious, more than a match for anyone in LAW, as Angel - poor, poor Angel - was about to find out in the hardest way possible.

Sister Prudence, ready for action.

“This is so exciting!!” In stark contrast to the brooding apprehension that seemed to have come over The Sisterhood, across the arena, in the opposing locker room, there was a bubbling apprehension that couldn’t have been more opposite. Angel Agapi was practically buzzing, a happy smile on his face as checked his appearance in the mirror, while the only actual apprehension in the room seemed to stem not from him, but from Jamie Harper, Angel’s partner, who stood nearby.

“Careful. This is-”

“She’s in a stable with the hentai champion! That’s so cool, we’re rubbing shoulders with someone with a belt!”

“I really don’t think that-”

“Ooooh, maybe we’ll get to do something tag related with them! Come on!” Any words of caution that Jamie might be trying to provide were lost when Angel giddily exited the locker room, skipping away with the raven haired male rushing to follow behind him, as the blonde bounded away. Jamie’s worries were certainly well-founded, as Angel’s eager attitude would leave him overlooking the fact that as softcore wrestlers, and especially men, they were likely not going to be received well by The Sisterhood. But, as they reached the entrance ramp, there would be no more chances to explain the situation, and so the raven haired male would simply take up alongside his blonde partner, as the two stepped out and into view of the public!

The pair were fairly well-received, Angel giddily bouncing down the entrance ramp and waving to the fans, as Jamie trailed behind him ever so slightly, his eyes swapping between scanning Sister Prudence, and the champion in her corner, Sister Lucia. They certainly seemed every bit as icy as he had imagined. But, excited and ditzy as usual, Angel entered the ring with nary a thought towards that being the reception.

“Sister Prudence! It’s nice to meet you, I’m so excited for our match! This is gonna be so much fun!” Angel crossed the ring without a care in the world, stepping right up to the stoic-looking nun and extending his hand out towards her, holding it in the open air between them to offer her a show of good sportsmanship. Something that everyone besides the blonde competitor seemed to recognize probably was not exactly what she was looking for!

The moment Sister Prudence caught sight of Angel, she slapped her face. A full-on facepalm.

A twink. They’d put her up against a twink.

She shouldn’t have been surprised, should have done her homework and looked into the guy before this match, but she’d been so annoyed by the situation itself that she hadn't even gotten that far. Maybe if she had, she wouldn’t have had to cover her face to hide the rapid reddening that was going on, as she struggled to get her rushing blood under control. Smaller men had always been a little bit of a weakness of hers, and Angel wasn’t an unattractive example of one. Even if the outfit was bit much, in her opinion.

Somehow, that made her more aggravated than she otherwise would’ve been. She supposed with a name like ‘Angel’, she shouldn’t have expected some fat, giant bruiser, but even so…

Sister Prudence had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn't even noticed when Angel entered the ring and approached her with an outstretched hand, only sensing his presence at the last second from the vibrations beneath her feet. She split her fingers apart, peeking his way from the shadows of her hands, before she dropped arm and gazed at the gesture he was extending her way. For an awkward moment, she didn’t move. Didn’t blink, not that anyone could’ve seen it if she did.

He was screwing with her. Trying to get in her head. It wouldn’t work.

When she finally did move, it was to swing her arm out and backhand his arm away with a single, dismissive swipe, before she leaned back against her corner and huffed. ”Don’t test me.” She titled her head towards the far end of the ring. ”To your corner. Now.”