L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Hentai Oil Match
Victory Conditions: Best two out of three falls by orgasm.

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Before Dizzy came to LAW, before she even set foot in the ring, she had come up with a list of things she wanted to do in the company. People she wanted to meet, and more importantly, matches she wanted to have. Back then, she’d seen the company as an All-You-Can-Eat Sex Buffet, a place where all her wildest fantasies could come to life. So many boxes to tick, so little time…

LAW had turned out to be a little different from what she’d expected it would be, though. Not in a bad way, either. For starters, she’d made friends here. Connections. After a lifetime of wandering around the globe, she’d finally found a center, some place she could call ‘home’. People she could trust. She had goals now, too, and was taking wrestling more seriously than she ever expected to.

And then there was Alicia…

But, through it all, she’d never quite lost sight of that list. It wasn’t an important to her as it had been when she started, but it was always in the back of her mind as something she would tick off whenever she had the chance. And now, thanks to Allie and these After Dark matches, she finally had the chance

Dizzy was going to have her first oil match. And not with just anyone, either.

She found herself in one of LAW’s private wrestling rings, one that had been filled with oil all over the canvas, and she was currently in the process of getting it all over her body, making her nice and shiny. As near as she could tell, it complemented her

well, shimmering along the black and gold and highlighting her creamy skin. While she wasn’t exactly a stranger to employing lubricants in sexual activities, this was the first time she’d wrestled in a substance like this - though it wasn’t for lack of trying. She’d just never been able to make it happen before. The girls she was with weren’t into it, or she couldn't find the right place to do it because her Mom was breathing down her neck.

Now, she had the chance to have her fill, and with a Shelby Marwood, of all people. The two of them had actually hit it off well before, meeting in the gym a little while ago and enjoying a night together. Though they’d only just met, she could tell she and the ‘Little Dolly’ were cut from similar clothes - both small, both horny, both more than a little tricksy. They vibed well enough, so when Dizzy learned that her new friend had won the Outmatched In Oil tournament, well…

Somethings just fell into place too easily. She had to have a taste for herself.

She made no attempts to hide her eagerness, either, humming to herself as she stretched into the middle of the ring, only taking the occasional break to glance at the referee padding around the rings perimeter before she drew her attention back to the door, where Shelby would be entering any minute now…

Shelby Marwood was a little mixed on the match she had booked for today. That was a rarity for her, because she usually either really looked forward to or really hated the fights she'd been called in to do. Today, though, was a little different.

On one hand, she'd be facing Dizzy today. Shelby liked Dizzy, from her enthusiasm to her clear skill with a woman's body. Even though she'd been doing these kinds of matches for much longer than her acquaintance, she considered the other fighter to have a somewhat prodigal talent for these duels. Besides, she preferred to avoid matches where she ended up enemies with her opponent in real life, and that was something she really didn't have to worry about here.

On the other, this was a goddamned best of three match. The Little Dollie hated these. There wasn't anything about the format that she particularly despised, but rather the way that it clashed with her strengths. Shelby had built herself into a fighter who won by wearing her opponents down over long matches, and that kind of went out of the window when two points was enough to end it. Even though she was fairly confident she was more experienced than her opponent by a wide margin, that weakness alone evened the playing field.

Oh well. No way she was backing out of this now.

Shelby took a second to stretch and fix her

It probably wasn't going to last long given the environment she was about to head into, but it still had to look nice for the early shots. Almost absentmindedly, she fluffed her hair. She'd forsaken her usual twin braids in favour of cuter pigtails for this match, but she was already beginning to regret it. She just didn't like the way the pigtails kind of itched on her shoulders in a way that her braids never had, but oh well. She couldn't exactly be picky with what would make her money.

Alright, this was as ready as she was gonna get.

She stepped out of the changing rooms with her persona already on. The oil coating her nearly naked body gleamed in the artificial lights that lit up the arena, although there was no audience this time. That was fine by her. More room for error. She sauntered into the ring, making sure to give one of the cameras she spotted a wink as she walked. Briefly, she took a second to look around the ring and at her opponent. Damn, Dizzy was rocking that fit.

Alright, show time.

She ran up to Dizzy, taking her hands in her own.

"Omigosh, you look so cute! It's so good to meet you! Let's have a good match, okay?"

Her voice was higher pitched than the one her opponent might remember, and her expression and mannerisms felt fake, but it was definitely the face that Dizzy had come to know. It might be a little jarring at first, but Shelby hoped it wouldn't be too big a shock. After all, the W in LAW stood for wrestling, and she knew for sure that she wasn't the only one who had a character.

Hello again, Shelby Marwood.

Dizzy beamed as her friend stepped into the room, glad to see her friend once again and even gladder to see her dressed in that outfit. While she had already seen more of the woman’s body than was on display right now, something had to be said for presentation. And, just like last time, the ‘Little Dolly’ was spot on.

Already glistening, Shelby’s tight body looked fine and fit in the gleaming lights. While Dizzy’s tastes tended towards larger, stronger women, there was something to be said for rolling about with women in her own weight range, and this was a fine example. Even now, she could remember the way their bodies fit so well together, the sliding and grinding and pressing and rolling as they tangled up on the bed.

Plus, the pigtails were cute. Dizzy wished she could pull those off, but she always looked silly when she tried.

Dizzy stepped forward to greet Shelby, but jumped back when the woman came at her with that high-pitched, schoolgirl tone, a far cry from the heavier and lustier vibes that she’d brought out the last time they met. She blinked a couple of times, caught off guard, before she settled with a slim smirk. A little persona? That was cool. While Dizzy wasn’t the type to play such things up, she’d grown up alongside wrestlers with gimmicks. Her own mother was accustomed to putting on a front like that, leaning into the whole ‘Perfect Woman’ act in front of the cameras, but acting more humble once they went off.

Dizzy straightened up and shook Shelby’s hand, meeting Shelby’s energy with her own glow. ”Let’s! I’m looking forward to rolling around with a cutie like you.” She winked and stepped back to her corner, where she slid her feet apart and eased into a stance, bouncing about on her heels, eager to engage. [collor=#ff0080]”Ready when you are.”[/color]

Oh, good. She'd got the message.

Shelby had been a little worried that Dizzy might not get it, and that would absolutely suck for the video. Jump cuts to edit out the confusion meant that a lot of good shots of their bodies missed, and that meant a lot less money made. Much more convenient that her friend had already figured out what was going on here.

"Alright, let's give it our all!"

The Little Dollie cheered, before taking a few steps back and getting into a defensive stance. It was a bit rough to do so while acting cute and slathered in oil that seemed to be just waiting to make her fall, but she managed all the same. If her usual attrition strategy wasn't going to fly here, she had to play carefully so she didn't slip up; figuratively and literally.

And so, that left the onus on Dizzy to make the first move. Shelby did her best to look carefree for the cameras, but she knew that her friend could probably tell that that was a farce. Right now, her guard was as high as it could go, and her body was tensed to retaliate at the first sign of an attack.

Yet, there was a careful caution to the tension in her body.

The last thing she wanted to do was lash out at a feint and lose the upper hand this early. She kept a watchful eye on her opponent as dug her feet into the ground in hopes of getting some sort of hold on the slippery arena. It wouldn't last to a tackle, sure, but hopefully it would give her enough control to turn any forceful attempt at her to her advantage.

Hm... maybe a little goading would help? Putting on her cutesiest voice, she called over to Dizzy with a teasing expression.

"I'm ready now!"

Dizzy had grown up with professional wrestlers. She’d seen way weirder shit than this. One woman she met thought she was a vampire - a real, true, 100%. Staying out of the sun, avoiding garlic, the clothes, the skin, all of it. She never figured out what she did for blood, and she never wanted to know it. She’d met people with dinosaur gimmicks, Viking gimmicks, spider gimmicks, this really weird dude with a tree gimmick…

So, yeah. This? Nothing too weird. It wasn’t for her, but she got it.

It helped that Shelby was pretty good at it, too. Dizzy had some acting chops herself, sure, but she had never been that good at playing up the whole super-cute, innocent act. Some things were just too not-her for her to make work. For her friend, though, it seemed to fit like a glove; she could see why she went with it. Of course, she planned to tease the woman about it endlessly once the cameras were off, but hey, that was later.

She looked ready to go. While, yeah, she had that carefree facade going on, Dizzy knew a serious stance when she saw one. She looked damned comfortable in the oil, the kind of poise and balance that only came from someone who’d done this sort of thing enough times that it was automatic. She mimicked the stance herself, but she knew it wouldn’t be much more than that - an imitation. She was going to be making out a lot on the fly.

She was ready? Good. Because Dizzy was coming.

There was no sense in holding back and playing safe - that was never her style, not the way she did things. She came hard, with arms up, looking to lock in with Shelby and get a strong grapple.