L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Knockout Penthouse Suite Match
Rules: The match takes place inside a luxury penthouse suite booked at a luxury resort near the coastline. The room is normally for couples and weekend getaways, today it's equipped with dozens of discreetly hidden cameras. Victory can only be achieved via 10-Count Knockout or Total Exhaustion. Hentai is allowed and the entire suite is accessible. Good Luck fighters.

Spoiler

The day was bright blue and the sun was shining bright over summer afternoon, barely past 12p.m. as Clyde Gastin checked into the resort before making his way to the top floor of the resort for this unique matchup. He certainty preferred the ring but wasn't going to argue about this matchup as he would take on any opponent, any place any time.

He had gotten into his wrestling gear save for his pads and boots, leaving the young blonde just in his wrestling tights and some tape on his wrists as he left his own room and entered the luxury suite, there he gazed around the lavish place and admired the view, wishing he could enjoy a vacation here instead of fight... The young blonde would make his way by the bed and stand by the window to admire the view outside while looking at city and the coast below, all the while looking at the doorway, waiting for whomever was going to walk through and face him in this bizarre and unquiet matchup. Either way, Clyde planned to win. He wasnt jobbing to anyone today that was for sure.

Spoiler

'Ughhhhhh…'

It was midday as the Canadian beauty strode down the carpeted hotel hallway. Evelyn Levesque was dressed in sexualized version of her normal sleepware: a lacy set of lingerie hugged her curves, half-hidden beneath a white dress shirt left mostly unbuttoned, dangling carelessly over her voluptuous figure. Of course, she hadn’t dared walk through the hotel entrance dressed like this. No, Evelyn had ducked into a bathroom stall earlier, slipped into this enticing ensemble, and stashed her day clothes beneath a couch in the lobby like a naughty little secret.

The whole situation left her fuming. This was supposed to be fun skirmirsh, a clash with a gorgeous, college-aged brunette rookie, the kind of match Evelyn could dominate and make her opponent into nothing more than your comon whore. Instead, she’d been saddled with him: Clyde Gastin, a former multi-time world champion, a man dripping with accolades she neither respected nor wanted to face in this intimate setting. Ew. Evelyn wasn’t even sure how she’d ended up here. She was still a rookie herself, barely making waves in LAW. Was she some kind of consolation prize, offered up as entertainment for the veteran? Eveyln doubted this, but the very thought made her blood boil.

Reaching the door, Evelyn retrieved the key card from her breast pocket, sliding it into the lock with a practiced flick of her wrist. The light blinked green, and she pushed her way in with a practiced smile stretched across her lips. It was sweet, polished, and utterly fake.

“Why, hello there, Clyde!” the bride to be sang with feigned warmth as she stepped inside. The entryway opened into a narrow hallway leading deeper into the five-star suite. Clyde wasn’t immediately visible, so Evelyn assumed he was lounging in the bedroom like some smug king awaiting his entertainment. She let her voice carry down the hall as she moved forward, her platinum blonde hair swaying with each confident step. “Sorry I’m a little late! Had to find a place to stash my clothes. You’d think a hotel like this would have a locker room or something, right?”

Finally, she entered the hotel room proper, her icy blue eyes sweeping across the lavish furnishings before settling on her opponent. The great Clyde Gastin. To her mild surprise, he wasn’t towering over her. If anything, he was close to her size, prehaps even a touch smaller. His dirty blonde hair was tousled in that intentionally careless way, and his toned muscles caught the light, shamelessly on display. His attire was that of...

Wait a second…

Evelyn blinked, tilting her head in disbelief. “Wait. Are you seriously wearing your wrestling tights right now?” she asked, her voice dripping with incredulity. “I know this is technically a wrestling match, but you do know we are in a bedroom, right? Please tell me you are planning to change into something more appropriate.”

Her syrupy sweetness cracked, giving way to an edge of irritation as she crossed her arms beneath her chest. The tag-team upstart gone solo tapped her bare foot impatiently against the plush carpet, her gaze sharp and expectant as she waited for Clyde to explain himself.

Evelyn Levesque

Clyde sort of jumped hearing a soft sweet laced voice call to him. Like something out of a movie or a fantasy, her words called to him like a siren or a sweet lover who had been waiting... Or a hookup. It wasn't every day someone just casually mentioned she was late because she needed to stash her clothes somewhere.

Clyde gulped. She sounded hot. Was he ready? Why was he so nervous!? He wrestled women for years and did it for a living but for some reason he was really really nervous and kind of turned on but moreso nervous! He heard her footsteps clap the floor more and more before she came in and Clyde's eyes shot wide and stayed open gazing at the blonde goddess he was expected to K.O. in this hotel fight of all things...

"Wow." Clyde gazed at Evelyn. A voluptuous blonde beauty with long, lush hair, a flawless sweet face, kind ice blue eyes, milky skin, heavy ample breasts and a narrow dainty waist that was covered by a scant shirt that barely hid the lacy blue lingerie that clung to her shapely hips and full thighs. Clyde was in awe of Evelyn and couldn't believe he was 'supposed' to fight her. She looked so soft, he could break her just being one bit too rough!


He snapped out of it once he heard the sharp, scolding attitude about his tights. He stood straight in attention.

"Uh... Y-Yes Ma'am I know this is a bed room!" Clyde stammered before looking around and then shrugging guilty as charged.

"To be honest... I've never done this kinda fight before so I didnt' know what to wear... I usually just wear my boxers to bed or uh... Commando?" Clyde admitted like a guilty boy.

"Uh.... You look great though! Hell yer downright gorgeous!" He beamed back with a wide grin to hopefully dispel any disappointment.

The Canadian would giggle as she would see Clyde stutter and stammer about how he didn't know what to speak about. Clyde was clearly at least ever so slightly out of his element at the moment. This was perfect. Evelyn knew that she had little chance against a former world champion in a normal fight. But if Clyde was enamored by Evelyn's charm?

This would be no problem.

“Hahaha....” Evelyn would giggle seductively as she would take a seat on the bed, taking extra measures to make sure her loosely restrained breast would bounce as she sat down. “You're boxers are fine... but if you felt like your boxers would restrain you to much... can't say I would mind if you decided to go with that last option.”

As Clyde would continue to complement Evelyn, the bride to be had to fight the desire to wince in pain at the thought of flirting with this himbo. God, she hated men. Hadn't Clyde done his research on her enough to know she was betrothed? “Aw... thank you Clyde. You are pretty easy on the eyes as well.”

As she said that, the voluptuous blonde would lay down on her back, and roll over to her side, giving the former champion a full view of her curves and all of her assets. “So... tell me champ,” The Canadian beauty would ask. “Whatever sort of cosmetic coincidence had to have happened to have given me the privilege to have a match with the legendary Clyde Gastin.”

The Blonde would take her slender finger and slowly trace it along the sheet of the bed she was on, her eyes would twinkle with delight and glee as she looked like she was hanging on to every word of the cowboy.

The blonde was struggling not to puke being in the same room as the smelly man.

Her girly giggle had Clyde flushed, his member standing in attention under his trunks as she he watched the Canadian goddess drop onto the bed with such a cute little tantalizing drop that he watched her ample breasts freely bounce under her flimsy top, practically sending Clyde into hormonal frenzy, especially with how she didnt seem to mind if he was nude...

"Y-Yes Ma'am!" Clyde exclaimed and was fast to strip, kicking off his boots and his trunks in fast succession until he stood naked in front of his opponent, his cock bouncing hard, free and fully erect as it pointed shamelessly at her, full mast and throbbing as Clyde watched Evelyn roll onto her back along the bed, showing off her ample curves from her slender waist, to her curvy hips and the long shapely legs that slid along the bed.

"Baby... You lookin' like that is how we were destined to meet!" Clyde exclaimed, wide eyed and wide smiles, this chick was into him, beckoning him, she totally wanted him and Clyde couldnt take the tease any more he went to start crawling on the bed, cock dragging along the sheets as he reached Evelyn's legs, caressing her from her ankles to her shin, her knee, her thigh before attempting to lay himself atop the Canadian beauty, his hands reaching for her cheek tenderly with a lovers caress if he could reach her, head leaned down and turning as he closed his eyes to kiss her. She wanted him after all and this was their 'fight', Clyde saw no problems with getting this fuck fight going with a bang right away!!