L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Ironperson One Night Stand
Victory Condition: Takes place inside of a spacious, homey venue, most likely a LAW-provided apartment. The competitors will be locked inside for the night. Victory is to be obtained through either a Sexual KO or having scored the most orgasms by sunrise. Breaks are allowed, but may last no longer than one hour at a time. Aphrodisiacs will also be provided, should the competitors feel the need for a boost.

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It’s just sex.

It was just a match.

Elvira Velour was just a woman.

Dizzy had been repeating those sentences-or different variations of them-all day as she mentally prepared for this, the biggest match of her entire hentai wrestling career. Though she was far from the winningest person in LAW history, Dizzy felt that she’d picked up a wealth of experience as Young Lioness, that she’d improved not just in the bedroom but in the ring by leaps and bounds. Allie had faith in her, had prepared her for this. The scale was different; that was all. She had this.

Dizzy was still repeating those words as she worked her way through Kabukichō’s nightlife, weaving through the crowds and navigating the maze of hostess club and bars. She did her best to focus as she made her way through the throngs and followed the instructions for this match’s location - apparently, LAW was renting out a love hotel for this experience, which made sense. It just wasn’t the easiest place to find, especially when you could barely see above the heads of the crowd.

Somehow, by some minor miracle, she finally found the place, nestled at the back of alleyway, off the beaten path. Her relief grew when she approached the place - just a regular, unassuming building, nothing too special or attractive. She was going to be fine. Nothing too extreme.

Top floor. She made her way inside and took the stairs, not trusting the rather rickety-looking elevator, until she came to the top and found the door for their suite. After taking a quick moment to straighten out her coat and adjust the gym bag slung on her shoulders, she gave the door a few knocks. The sound of heels on wood followed shortly thereafter, and the door opened soon enough, at which point she happily slipped inside to find…

’Whoa.”

Dizzy found her mouth gasping and gaping as she stepped into the arena, if that word could fit a place as posh as this. It was more like the most upscale of upscale penthouse apartments. Clean, hardwood floors, modern decor, burgundy walls lit by the pale lights of the lamps. The part Dizzy walked into had a large, circular space, with a ring drawn along the floor, surrounded by leather couches and chairs, and multiple rooms branched off from there.

Her first instinct was to explore, and she almost walked off to do that when a familiar voice demanded her attention. ”You like it?”

Dizzy spun about and found herself looking at the lean legs of her agent, Aika, one of the go-betweens for setting up this little shindig. Dizzy didn’t know her too well, but she’d been decent enough working with her and Allie when it came to reserving this place. Best of all, she was discreet - important, because Dizzy was not looking forward to the heart attack her mother would have if she found out about this place.

She answered the question with a nod, then stepped in and whistled as she pulled her jacket off, revealing her

- what she’d be starting in, anyway. She had packed away some surprises, but those would come later - she wanted to take Elvira off guard a few times, if she could.

”It’s…” She turned back to Aika and stepped her way with a wide smile. ”It’s perfect.” Dizzy took a few quick huffs to fill out her quikly expended lungs. ”Still cannot believe this is happening. This is a real thing. It’s all so, so…”

”Surreal.” Aika gave her a calming pat on the shoulder.

Dizzy nodded. She was going to go with ‘fucking insane’, but that worked, too. ”You used to wrestle, right? Ever done anything close to this?”

Aika folded her arms and stepped away with a wistful gaze, as if she needed a minute to stretch her memory back that far. ”No,” She shook her head. ”I cannot say that I have. Insane, nightlong sexfests were never my bailiwick. But I wouldn’t worry - from what I hear, they’re definitely yours.”

The vote of confidence was appreciated, though the longer she stood in this palace, the less Dizzy would agree with that. She’d only met Elvira once, but that was enough to get a sense that this woman was way out of her league, physically, mentally, sexually, spirtually, in ways she probably couldn't fathom. She had her work cut out for her, no question.

”At any rate, I definitely don’t want to get your way with this, I just stopped by to make sure one of you could get in. Elvira should be by soonish and the match will start, but until then? Make yourself at home.” She winked. ”And good luck.” With that, Aika took her leave, promptly slipping out the front door, leaving Dizzy alone with her thoughts.First order of business was to check her Twitter, see if there was anything interesting going on, and...

Oh. Nothing much. Just her opponent, posting photos of herself in potential wear for the evening, looking the hottest woman on the Earth.

was looking forward to this. Spite played a large part of it: Bethany would have her own way of paying ole' Angie back for that broken neck twenty-three years ago. Something much more painful on the physical level, and likely permanent. And this? This will be hers. Not that she didn't like her chances in a head-on confrontation, much less that she was afraid of her, but...This is how she likes to do things best.

And plus, this was a unique circumstance. Normally, people Dizzy's age need guidance about how they roam a woman's body. Even the young ladies; there were so many more buttons there than they knew of, hidden out of the way. So many more tricks just waiting to be discovered. And it was always a joy to help them discover it all. To teach them bedroom sagacity.

But little Desdemona Belti -- Dizzy? Her newest bunny? The apple didn't fall far from the tree. She's been around the block. Hasn't circled it many a time like she has, but...She was looking forward to feeling that mouth again. Those soft lips, that tongue...Ooh, that tongue. The girl was well on her way already, and she was certain that Alix had given her some tips over the last few days.

With dear little Dizzy, she wouldn't have to do a substantial amount of teaching tonight. Yes, tonight would be continuing from where they left off at the gym. Simply getting to know each other a little better. Or a lot better.

8:00 PM. It's time.

Elvira got out of her chair, not even looking at the mirror she passed by. That little photoshoot she posted on Twitter was for the benefit of the fans, the paying members of After Dark -- those that already existed, plus the countless more that she got for the program -- and most of all, her opponent. The redhead knew she looked good, and every last article of clothing she owned was tailor-made for her. No need to check the fit.

Out into the living area she went, bearing all the confidence that a woman that looks the way she does ought to, her every step producing jiggle in the flesh that was spilling out of her outfit, in the front and the back, greeting Dizzy at last with a playful smirk.

"Oh. It looks like I'm underdressed." She noted with a chuckle. "I hope you don't mind." Said in a tone that said that she knew damn well that Dizzy didn't mind in the slightest, standing with her hands on her hips, cocked to the side.

Wow. Dizzy needed to check her Twitter more often. She tended to avoid the platform these days, since it had grown into a vicious hive of scum and villainy over the past couple of years, but what she saw after a cursory glance was making her rethink that position.

Namely, she just so happened to scroll over Elvira’s page, wondering if she might get a glimpse of what the woman was up to this week, maybe learn something useful. Instead, she’d come across a bevy of the most delectable photos she’d ever seen, with the redhead dressed up in various variations of lingerie, all with that purple tint that seemed to set her hair ablaze. Teasing, clearly, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it was being aimed at her, at least for the most part.

If the goal of those photos was to mess with her head, well, it worked. Splendidly. Dizzy chewed on her lip as she poured over them, imagining what it would feel like to touch, to taste, just to let her lips go wild on this woman’s flesh…

She wouldn’t have to wait for long.

Dizzy jumped a bit at the sound of the woman’s voice and spun around to face her. She’d opened her mouth to speak, but the word froze in her mouth, nowhere close to being formed. She’d seen hot women before. Plenty of them. Tons. Hell, she’d seen Elvira before, even in that outfit, only a few seconds ago. But seeing her in person, wearing that, took all of the tiny Italian’s breath away. The perfect meeting of muscles and tender flesh, pleasing and powerful, topped with hair that begged for fingers to run through and hypnotic green eyes.

It was like every fantasy Dizzy’d ever had rolled in one, and she had to fight her burning urge to not kick this off right away. Patience, patience, they had all night.

”Wow, look at you.” She whispered the words with reverence as she approached and circled around her opponent, wanting to get a look at her from differing angles. ”You are just…stupid hot. I mean, I know you know that, but still.”

After finding her composure and getting her horniness down to manageable levels, she skipped back and smiled up at Elvira, hands behind her back, summoning all her cuteness. ”I definitely don’t mind. I’d strip down, too, but I maybe want you to take it off for me. More fun that way.”

And there it was. That same dumbstruck face that they all wore. Every. Last. One. Even those who'd had a few dalliances, maybe even more than their share, thinking themselves experienced when they stepped out into the real world. When Elvira got their hooks in them, they too would have that same expression. The one that said: "Never before have I met with a woman like you."

Never gets old. In fact, the responses would grow more filling for her ego in recent years, after she'd painstakingly crafted this new, powerful body.

She stood perfectly in place as Dizzy circled her. Let her get a good, long look at what she's going to be locked in with for the next twelve hours. When she came back around to where she could immediately see her, another familiar something would be there in her brown eyes: Nerves. Again, they all had them. It was just a matter of reaction: Dizzy was one of those who'd try to play them off. Keep their interactions smooth, try to be cool.

But her desires were threatening to burst out from just beneath the surface. And while that can be fun, it can end up taking away from the experience, if left unchecked. There is such a thing as too much enthusiasm. Burning so hot that one reduces themselves to ash, figuratively speaking.

"All in good time, Hase." Elvira reached forward to run her fingers gently through the young woman's brown hair, sliding her hood onto her shoulders in the process. "But first, have a seat." She gestured over to the nearby sofa. Made of material that made it as soft as a cloud. "Let's have a drink. What would you like? Wine? Champagne?" Something low in alcoholic content. Her selection was more varied than that, but she didn't want Dizzy getting sloppy drunk.

For now, anyway. If she wants to get wild after they have their fun, Elvira would be willing to see where the day would take them.

Dizzy was staring. Elvira could see she was staring It was a brief moment, but an intense one, as she locked in on the subject of her desire, and so much was communicated without even saying a word. The match, technically, had already started, and there was nothing stopping from going to town already, but this woman’s presence was keeping her back, as if her aura was some impassable barrier that she couldn't move through until she was allowed.

By some minor miracle, she was able to keep her cool when Elvira moved in and brushed her hood off, touching her and towering her over with her impossibly powerful form. The contact was all too brief, and Dizzy closed her eyes and pressed her cheeks against the hand as it retreated, missing the warmth moments after it was gone.

Thankfully, she was able to get her senses in check soon enough, and Elvira was kind-or just confident-enough not to take advantage of her stupor. Drinks? It sounded like she wanted to start things off cordially. Fine with her.

”Hmmmmm…you choose. Surprise me.” A good cover for her not knowing enough about drinks to make an informed choice. She’d only been of legal age for a few months now, not much time to develop a refined palette.

Dizzy plopped down on the sofa and promptly sank into the cushions, the plush leather feeling like it could consume her tiny body. Soft, pliable, smooth, the perfect surface for a good fuck, and she’d almost certainly be testing it out. ”So. Question.” She squirmed about, nestled into the cushion, looking for just the right spot for maximum comfort ”What made you bump our match up to…this? Not that I’m not super grateful for the opportunity, yeah, but matches like this aren’t easy to come by. Hard strings to pull. And we only met the one time.”

And what a time it was…

Wine, it is. Elvira put a little extra sway in her hips when she turned towards to the kitchen. She'd return with a couple glasses that had been filled with the red beverage, joining Dizzy on the couch. "Charrier, 1971." She saluted her the German way: Glasses raised high, clinked at the bottom, her lovely green eyes maintaining contact with hers through it. "Auf Ihre Gesundheit!" And then she took a sip, experiencing a smooth, rich, naturally sweet flavor. One could taste the grapes that made this vintage.

Dizzy was clearly the adventurous type, so Elvira wondered, just how far out there has she gone? She looked young enough to be turned away even with proper ID, but LAW either owns or has partnered with many establishments the world over, so she wouldn't be surprised to hear that she has some experience with adult beverages. But how much? She'd let her reaction answer that question for her.

And then came the question that one would think would come up more often, but hardly ever did. Most simply looked at the aspect of having her to themselves for an entire night and left it at that. Why look a gift horse in the mouth, after all?

But she didn't mind that question. "I wanted to to kill two birds with one stone: I wanted to get to know the young lady who finally convinced Alix Jacques to become a full-fledged trainer. She always had words of advice for the rookies in our days at the ECC, but she never took that next step. She was too afraid that she'd let them down." She smiled fondly at that.

The world would be a much better place with more people like her in it.

"Fast forward to her signing onto LAW, and she tells me of a certain Italian she met in a gym just days later. And within months, she's made you her protégé.

And your name has been one of the most popular with the fans of After Dark, among both female and male talents. It would've been time for us to have a match eventually, and evidently, you like your matches to have some oomph to them, so I tossed this idea at the wall, and it stuck. And this match as a concept is mine, and Alix and I were in the very first one. And me taking on the 'the sweet, petite treat', the first student of a woman with her acclaim? The number one ranked porn star in America, with some global fame to enjoy as well, when she was active in the industry, including here in Japan, and a former champion of one of America's hottest nightclubs?

There were no strings that needed pulling. This thing booked itself."

Finished, Elvira took another sip of wine.

Notes

About Charrier

Charrier (pronounced "shah-ree-ay") is a made up brand.

German to English Translation

"Auf Ihre Gesundheit!" -- "To your health!"

Dizzy was just settling into the cushions, when Elvira came back over, her tall, towering body looming large as she approached with proud strides. She quirked her eyebrow at the mention of the name - Cheerie 1971? Something like that? Sounded real fancy. Was this one of those aged wines, the kind that had been sitting in a dusty cellar for over half a century? The idea of drinking something older than her, hell, older than her Mom, didn’t strike her as the healthiest thing, but she had already made up her mind to trust Elvira tonight. This almost certainly wouldn’t be the weirdest thing she ingested tonight.

”Auf Ihre Gesundheit!” Dizzy had been to Germany a handful of times, enough to get a passable understanding of the language and manage a decent accent. She smiled, lifted the glass, and took a quick, tentative sip, enough to get a good taste - rich, flavorful, fruity, not bad. Had a little hint of cherries mixed in.

Dizz giggled - something about the taste tickled her - and indulged in another sip as Elvira gave the answer she was looking for, explaining her whole thought process. It seemed like a lot to roll out for little old her, but she made it sound sensible, reasonable, logical. It was especially nice to hear her thoughts on Alix - she didn’t say anything that Dizzy didn’t already know, but hearing how much she’d changed from an old friend drove home the effects that they had on each other. Already, the tiny Italian felt the need to divide her life into a pre and post Alix-era, and it was humbling to know, without a doubt, that she’d forced a similar change in her mentor.

” Hm. That makes sense.” Dizzy hid her blush behind another sip of wine and reached over with her spare hand to let her fingers slide along the redhead’s thighs, admiring the counters. It was amazing how well she’d achieved the perfect balance of body. Strong and muscular, no doubt there, but covered up by such inviting curves. She touched the leg with almost holy reverence, as if she were handling a priceless artifact. Maybe she was.

”So, you and Alix did the first one, huh? That’s a big shoe for me to fill.” She looked up at Elvira with the barest sliver of a pout. ”Tell me what I’m aiming for. That match, what was it like, how did it go?”

Of course, Dizzy could probably just Google if she wanted to know, even ask an AI if she got desperate, but she wanted to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth. She had a feeling Elvira would do it more justice than any camera ever could.

Ah, she was new. How could Alix have failed to introduce her to some fine vint-

Elvira worked it out before the question could even finish forming in her head. She probably wasn't comfortable serving her alcohol -- at first, anyway --because she's used to America's rules with the drinking age. Trying to be the role model.

She herself had always stuck to the "Better that they learn in this house than out" way of thinking about it. And with circumstances having forced her out when she was young, leaving her to fend for herself, she would go on to learn some hard lessons. Taught in ways that she's seen send other girls off from this Earth far too soon, in one manner or another.

She didn't miss what Dizzy was doing there -- hiding behind drink and using touch when something said had made an impact. That was one of her moves when she was young.

Look at that! With her being a whole foot shorter, there wasn't going to be much that she could hide. Especially with moves that Elvira used when she was young. Her reddening face raised some interesting questions; the older woman wasn't quite so egotistical as to believe that reaction was all for her.

Extensive body worship was in the plan, but Elvira didn't mind Dizzy getting an early, if brief start. She rather enjoyed her intriguingly deft touch. Scissorholds were definitely in her future.

And not too far away into it was the million dollar question: How to describe the very first Ironperson One Night Stand match?

Elvira sat back on the couch, turning towards the television like the memory was playing out on it. That doozy of a contest made it a doozy of a question.

"Sex has been an integral part of my life for thirty-two years now. I'd made a career of it as a service, then as a part of a more intimate experience, and now, competitively. You may have heard of how some chefs may grow to despise cooking at home because they spend so much time in a kitchen as is, but somehow, that fatigue had never found me. Even with my schedule at its busiest, I've always had enough of an appetite to seek out more on my own time.

And it'll probably be the thing that removes me from this mortal coil in another fifty years."

Elvira let out a little laugh..."Excuse the bit of morbidity, Hase."

...And took another sip of wine. It's how she'd like to go.

"I've lived a full, privileged life. I've seen the world. Met many of its finest; stuck my hand in many a candy bowl, so to speak. But in all my time, I have never had an experience quite like that night I'd spent with Alix. No other woman, man, intersexed persons, or anyone else had ever pushed me so far, either before or since. I have had the fortune of meeting a few others with similar technique and passion, but what she had was staying power. That deep, white hot well of sexuality.

We didn't go at it non-stop, but..."

She breathed in, and let a deep breath out, like the exhaustion and soreness was beginning to set in all over again.

"What I said before, about how that fatigue never found me? I guess you can say I lied: For about a week afterwards, I didn't even want to think about sex." She laughed again before clarifying, "Not because it became some long, dreadful affair; quite the opposite. But there's a saying from a certain animated series: 'The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.'

Nothing has ever wiped me out like that match did. And I've done gangbangs with Hentai wrestlers. But I'd do it all over again, in a heartbeat. Except this time, I'd win."

Dizzy busied herself as Elvira told her story, pulling away from the woman’s thigh so she could take a moment to kick off her shoes and socks, getting barefoot and setting them neatly aside. She was going to be here a while, obviously, and comfort was important, especially when she was sure to be in all sorts of unconventional positions before the night was over.

A momentary break, and after another long sip of the wine, she was right back where she left off, her fingers idly tracing her way up Elvira’s body. If the woman had any problem with her uninvited touch, she didn’t show it. Not the least bit surprising, of course. With her pedigree, Dizzy would have to go to much greater lengths if she wanted to make Elvira Velour blush.

Damned if she wasn’t going to go down trying, though.

As she spoke, Dizzy took one, long sip of the wine, then set aside on the table and stretched out, laying long on the couch. Her head settled down on Elvira’s creamy thigh and rested there, nuzzling against the delectable flesh like it was the world’s sexiest pillow. It was the perfect angle, letting her admire the woman’s phenomenal upper body, gazing over those twin peaks to see the glowing emeralds in her eyes, basking in her warmth. She felt like she could melt, but she wasn’t so taken by the momet that she could process what her opponent was saying.

Thirty-two years. So much longer than Dizzy had even been alive. When she had been a child, tagging along with her mother, playing with toys, trying to steal candy bars when no one was looking because she didn’t know anybody, Elvira had been perfecting her art, gaining a wealth of experience in their chosen field, having sexual experiences that she couldn't yet comprehend.

Before Dizzy came to LAW, before she met Alix and got pulled into this wild world, she had genuinely believed that she’d had enough sexual experiences to cover most of everything, that there wasn’t much else to learn - that notion had been utterly flattened in the past few months. It was humbling to realize just how little you know about something you thought you knew. Thinking you’ve climbed the mountain, then you see the real peak so far above your head, scratching the clouds.

Dizzy had a soft smile as Elvira’s tone took a slightly darker tone - she understood the sentiment. Going out during sex sounded like a fine way to end things in her book, too. Spending your last moments in pleasure was a rare privilege, but not one beyond women like them. She should be so lucky. Everyone should.

As interesting a thought as it was, though, it wasn’t the main attraction, and Dizzy got the answer she was looking for soon enough. Elvira didn’t go into specific details, but she painted the picture well enough.

”Yeah, Alix is…” Her mind wandered for a moment, trying to come up with the right word, the best word, the perfect word. ”...special. She brought me into all of this, totally changed my whole trajectory in this company. Probably in life, if I’m being honest. Owe her so much, and I’m so crazy lucky to have found her.”

She sighed and wiped off her face, trying not to get too misty-eyed. Happened too easily whenever she was talking about her mentor. She needed to get her mind into the correct headspace for this, and she knew just how to do it.

Dizzy sat up, only to shift over, swing her legs over the woman’s lap, and settle down on her groin like it was her favorite seat, docking into place with an unearned familiarity. It was a comfortable fit, but it put their sizes into sharp contrast - a tiny little thing straddling a giantess’ waist, acting like she had any hopes of pinning the bigger woman down. She wasn’t about to let that bother her, though.

”So what you’re saying, then…” She leaned forward and placed a few small kisses on the woman’s chest, just testing reactions. For now. ”...is that I’ve got a high bar to live up to? Good. Challenges are good.”

"Special." Elvira would treat Dizzy to soothing strokes along the top of her head as it laid in her lap. "I feel much the same. People with a disposition like hers; they're a treasure." Rarely made? Not necessarily. But rare is the gym that withstands the test of time. Of the world's myriad of trials, tribulations, and ravages. The redhead had seen too many Alixes walk into one pitfall or another.

Good people who she would allow her thoughts to return to later.

And great minds, as they say, think alike. Dizzy's too was starting to wander off base, and they needed to do something to get each other back on track. And the young gal practically leapt to the task. Onto a seat on her thighs, taking charge. No regard shown for their differences in size.

Elvira would allow her kisses to go unimpeded...for a moment. Diving right into a meal has its time and place, but that sense of deliberation was always appreciated. The taste, the tease, that care to offer a preview to stoke the flames.

Her hands would reach out to pull the bite-sized Italian closer. It wouldn't start off as suffocation, but as a distraction. She knew that the girl wouldn't be able to resist a treat like that. And while she indulged, she'd make her move, hugging her tight against her powerful frame. A little something to remind her of the difference. Instill some respect, maybe a bit of fear. "Oh, what is she gonna do to me?"

Pin her between the couch and that heavenly body of hers, that's what. Long, thick legs to either side, straddling her, with some scant room to breathe. This was not an ambush.

"I've got a challenge for you right here:" Elvira began, a devilish grin settling on her features. Pure indulgence on her part; there was too much flesh in Dizzy's face for her to see it immediately. And here, she wouldn't let her do the same. Any funny business -- lips, tongue, teeth, hands, or whatever -- would be met with that little bit of space being sealed tight. "Ah-ah!" She would admonish, with a chuckle. "Hear me out first." No air for her until she behaved.

"Alix was able to work her way out from underneath anybody. Even me. I'll give you one minute to do the same. And if you can, hmm..." She'd take a moment to think of an adequate prize. "I'll let you choose what position we start in, in the match proper. Any position you want." A low, honey sweet tone would make the implications clear.

"Begin."