L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Handicap Hentai
Victory Conditions: To win, the handicap team must make their opponent orgasm twice. The single wrestler must make both opponents orgasm.

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”Oh, I like him. Minunat."

”As do I.”

”Muscular. Fit. Strong. Handsome."

”And that hair. I want to take a few strands home with us.”

”We just might. I’m calling dibs. I want the first taste.”

”The dibs are all yours, sister.”

‘Sister Faith and Sister Hope vs. Zane Valerious’

That was what the LAW audience had on the match card tonight, one of the company’s debut vs debut matches, and it had raised a couple of interesting questions for all in attendance. The second name was well enough known to anyone familiar with the independent circuit. Zane had a good history on the American scene - not super famous, sure, but enough that he was a fairly decent blip on most aficionados’ radar. Seeing him in LAW wasn’t much of a surprise, and many were happy he was padding out the men’s division. They didn’t have too many in their ranks with his level of athleticism and experience, with so many of them just coming into the league to rub up against hot, nubile women. Not that anyone could fault them for that, but…

But those first two names, the Sisters, that was…concerning. That spoke of involvement with the Sisterhood, the LAW hentai champion’s stable, and wherever the Sisterhood went, trouble soon followed. Hope and Faith weren’t names that anyone was too familiar with, but they feared it meant that things were about to go poorly for Zane in his debut.

They wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out, either way. The lights dimmed, a chill ran through the crowd, a thin fog emanated from the ramp, and there, at the top and through the curtain, two figures emerged: Sister Faith and Sister Hope in the flesh. A lot of flesh at that.

came slinking down the ramp, moving in time with a heavy bass

thrummed around them, making the stage vibrate about them. Pale-skinned with dark, braided hair and glowing red eyes, they made a haunting impression as they moved with nearly identical steps, their movements perfectly timed. Slim, knowing smiles with wild, devious eyes.

It would’ve been a unique look, regardless of what they were wearing, but their attire - what could only be described as a stripper’s parody of a nun’s habit - cleared up any ambiguity for who they worked for or what their intentions were. Their presence here confirmed what others had been whispering for a few days now, that the Sisterhood wasn’t kidding about their plans for LAW, that they were reaching out beyond the hentai division, and the Men were in their crosshairs.

For now, they all looked on, curious as the women - identical twins, it seemed - slipped their way into the ring, crawling under the ropes like a pair of hunting wolves. They rose to their feet, their lithe forms stretching as they straightened, and strolled to the furthest corner with no small amount of swing in their hips.

There, in the corner, one of the leaped up the top turnbuckle and sat there with her legs spread, draping her arms over the shoulders of the other, who leaned back against her lap. The two of them held their poses as their theme music began to die down, keeping their focus firmly fixed up the ramp, their black lips glistening in the gloom. Wanting in their eyes, and hunger, like a pair of starving jackals, waiting to be fed.

The journalists find Zane Valerius backstage just minutes before his debut, their cameras immediately flashing in his face. He's sitting against a production crate, hood pulled over his head, taping his wrists while the noise of the arena rumbles through the walls. He barely looks up when the interviewer approaches.



Zane pauses. He looks down at his hands for a moment before finally looking toward the camera.



He gives a small shrug.



Zane finishes wrapping his wrist and pulls the tape tight.



He stands.



Zane steps past the interviewer, then stops. He glances back toward the camera.



A faint smirk crosses his face.



He walks away toward the entrance tunnel, leaving the interviewer standing there as the crowd begins to roar in the distance.



Not too long after the sisters had made their entrance, the arena lights suddenly cut and the crowd immediately erupted. A heavy

rolls through the speakers as the entrance screen flickers to life, displaying one name:
A few seconds of silence, and then

steps through the two black curtains separating him and the huge crowd of people awaiting his arrival. No dramatic pose. No wasted movement. Just a hood pulled over his head, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes fixed straight ahead. He stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, looking around at the crowd like he's taking everything in. Then he shrugs, a smirk forming on his face as he raises both hands in the air. Zane starts walking toward the ring and the crowd gets louder with every step. He doesn't play to them, doesn't point at the camera, doesn't stop for high-fives. He just continues walking, hands in the air and that same smirk plastered on his face. Calm. Loose. Unbothered. As he reaches ringside, Zane stops and looks into the ring at his two opponents are already waiting. He looks at one. Then the other. A small grin appears across his face. Zane shakes his head, a quiet "Alright" escaping from his mouth as he climbs onto the apron, ducks between the ropes, and immediately walks toward his corner. He removes his hoodie and tosses it aside, revealing his muscular body hidden underneath. Then he starts bouncing lightly on his feet, shaking out his arms. So there he was, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at around 205 pounds, a huge size difference between himself and his two opponents but neither himself nor the LAW organisation could give a fuck. The referee approaches him. Zane looks past him at the two women across the ring. He cracks his neck. Once. Then again. His expression changes and the relaxed attitude disappears. His eyes narrow. He leans against the ropes and mutters under his breath, "Let's get it.". The bell hasn't even rung yet, but Zane was already ready to fight.

”Here he comes. So confident."

”They often are. He looks better in person.”

”So he does. And taller. He’s a big man. Relatively speaking.”

”That just means there’s more of him to share. That being said, don’t be greedy with your dibs, sister.”

”I never am.”

Faith strolled out of the corner as Hope slipped off the turnbuckle behind her and stood on the apron, eagerly waiting her turn. She kept her red eyes locked on Zane the whole time, sizing him up, enjoying every ounce of skin she could see - and yes, there was a lot to take in. She hadn't been underselling it when she called the man ‘big’. He was no giant, perhaps, but compared to the average man on the LAW roster, he was positively a giant. From her experience, most of the male roster was slim, small, unimposing. He was a far cry from that.

But that was the only notable difference - this one had confidence. A good deal of it, too. She could see it in his swagger, his eyes, the way he carried himself. This was a man who thought his victory was well in hand, despite facing two opponents he knew virtually nothing about.

This was going to be so much fun.

The bell rang, but no one attacked right away. Instead, Faith innocently skipped along the canvas, bare feet padding along, hands behind her back with a playful smirk on her lips, until she reached the center of the ring. She brought a hand around and curled her finger his way.

”Handsome boy.” Her voice was thick, rich with European flavor, almost to the point of parody but not quite stepping over the line. ”Come over here. Let me get a better look at you.”