L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Ironwoman Hentai Match: Match will go on for 20 minutes. Timer won't stop and wrestlers must score as many falls and forced orgasms as possible before the time runs out. Victor will be the one that has the most points when the match is over.

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Ada looked at the mirror for a final time while letting out a way long drawn sigh. She was starting to feel a pattern already. Her story to become a wrestler wasn’t one of an ascension to glory or of a diamond in the rough but one of hard work, sweat, tears and even a little bit of blood, yes. The purple-haired didn’t get things going her way from the start, facing a couple rejections on her first tryouts but after that she didn’t waver. Instead she would redouble her efforts and continue with her training until LAW offered her a place on the roster, and that was one of Ada’s best memories. She thought that LAW’s management saw something in her, some talent worthy of developing, but now her thoughts on that matter were changing.

It seems like the management saw something in her, yes, but maybe not what Ada thought she had within her. Seeing herself as a fairly decent wrestler after all her training the rookie thought she could make it to the middle of some cards with some luck’s help, but LAW had something else in mind for her. Since booking Ada for a match in which there was some hentai moves allowed it became clear that the rookie was weak to any form of lewd interaction in the ring, but the management saw some potential in that and without realizing it Ada was on her way to becoming a hentai jobber. That of course was completely out of her desires, but for the moment she was only being booked for matches that involved some kind of explicitly sexual interaction. Luckily for Ada that day she could keep things as simple as she wanted in terms of regular wrestling and still get the win, and that was what she intended to do. Resolved to break that cycle that night with a win, Ada made it backstage but she knew her resolve was stronger than her willpower once the fight started and things became steamy.

With her entrance theme echoing Ada made it down the ramp. The crowd mixed some cheering and whistling with jeers towards her as she was making a jobber reputation for herself. Too shy and taken aback to even looked at the crowd, Ada focused on getting one feet in front of the other and be done with that. She would be taking control of her career as soon as she defeated the rival for the night. Once inside the ring the rookie made some stretches while carefully looking at the entrance ramp in search for her rival, from whom she knew nothing about.

If Veyle Ombroso, the evil half of Veyle Ombroso that is, were being honest, she preferred to face a strong opponent, and break them into a sobbing, battered mess at her feet. But to abuse a pathetic weakling who was too helpless to fight back to her heart's content was still a great joy for the sadist. Her last match was pretty clear proof of that, after all.

Enter Ada Miller. The poor girl had worked so hard to finally make it to the pros, just to get slapped down by reality once she got here. "Hah, some people just can't accept that they weren't born with talent like the people who actually belong here," Veyle said to herself, blatantly stroking her own ego as a childhood wrestling prodigy.

I wonder how much I'll be able to break her mind, thought Veyle. Somebody in her position must at least have some doubts starting to creep in on her, right? The Lightweight was pulled out of her contemplation by her music coming on, which she responded to by stepping out into the arena and making her entrance.

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Veyle

This was Veyle's first sexfight, and so it was her first time wearing her hentai attire. It was simply a more skintight, stripped down version of her regular match attire. But it was a design she was quite fond of, so Veyle was happy with something she may otherwise deride as lazy and inadequate for a woman of her stature and caliber. Once face to face with Ada, Veyle would immediately began with a verbal assault, "Can't handle the pros, eh? Were you getting your ass beat so badly you had to fight somebody barely half you weight?" The sadist let out a lustful cackle, "Not that it matters. I still have you as my broken bitch on the floor in a couple minutes."

Something about her rival reassured Ada as the white-haired was walking towards the ring and it was how their attire selection was pretty similar. The rookie had faced rivals in the past who decided for pretty revealing and more hentai-oriented wrestling attires, so seeing how this woman was rocking a simple skintight leotard gave Ada some hopes of the two contenders being more focused on regular wrestling than in the lewdest part of LAW matches. What Ada didn’t notice at first but became pretty obvious as the woman named Veyle made it on stage was how little her figure was. Ada felt a sting on her pride when she realized how the management had booked her for a match against a woman that not only was on another weight category, it seemed she was half her size! The implications of that were that they weren’t taking Ada seriously because of her latest performances and were mocking her with this rival selection.

Veyle didn’t show herself fazed by the difference in size. On the contrary, the white-haired looked quite pleased when stating such difference and making fun of Ada, all while stating how she was going to make the rookie “her broken bitch”. There went all of Ada’s hopes for a decent rival and a satisfying match. Ada wasn’t quick to anger, but she had been under a lot of pressure and frustration lately and she could now feel rage throbbing against the sides of her head as it tried to release itself, but in the end the rookie managed to give her rival a cold look and just respond: “We’ll see about that.” Seeing a handshake as something useless in this situation she retreated to her corner.

With the ringing of the bell the match started and Ada knew pretty well how she wanted to do it. Being booked against such a smaller oponent was humiliating in some ways, but she would make the most out of it since it looked like Veyle was pretty mean, so the purple-haired would try to lock a test of strength and use her size to her advantage when she pushed with all her strength.

Veyle readily accepted Ada's challenge to a test of strength to start the match. What Veyle found to be a very underrated part of making somebody feel like shit was showing that you could beat them cleanly if you wanted to, and that you were only breaking out the dirty stuff to rub it in. The struggle was coming to about even, which would soon prove to be very bad for Ada.

"Hahaha," Veyle chuckled. "70 extra pounds to push with and the advantage of pushing down, and you still can't do any better than even? Have you learned what 'lifting weights' is yet?" said the Italian, taking on a sarcastic tone as she mocked Ada. Pound for pound, Veyle was slightly above average in raw strength, so for the larger woman to be able to do no better than match her meant that she had to have noodle arms relative to her size.

Deciding it was time to break this pseudo-stalemate, Veyle would swiftly swing her leg up between Ada's legs to smash her in the crotch. And she would keep her leg up, as she would then rub the top of her foot back and forth against the purplette's pussy. Veyle wanted Ad down on her knees, so if her footwork alone didn't do it, then the Italian would pull down on her soon to be victim's arms to get her there.

Once Ada was down, Veyle would circle her leg up high to slam her heel down onto her opponent's head. She would still keep her grip on Ada's hands from the test of strength to keep her from collapsing completely. Instead Veyle would put her foot under Ada's chin and lift her head up to make the jobber look at her, greeting the larger woman with a slasher grin. "It would seem that we have seen, and that I was right," said Veyle. Only now would she bring her foot back up to stomp Ada's head down face first into the floor. Something the monochrome haired wrestler would follow up by dropping down with her knee onto the back of her victim's neck.