L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by scoring an orgasm after a pinfall, submission, or knockout.

Match Type: Serpent's Pit Match
Victory Conditions: Submission-only match. The padded pit replaces the traditional ring. Pin attempts don't count. Wrestlers cannot leave the pit until someone submits or passes out. The padded barriers mean there are no rope breaks from submissions. Referees monitor from outside the pit but cannot intervene except to call the match.

***

Carmen Rodriguez found herself wandering the halls of LAW, leisurely strolling along the cold tiles. She was new to the building, so she was having a little trouble finding where she was supposed to be, and the

she was wore - a silken two-piece, like a cross between an evening gown and a sports bra - wasn’t making her search any easier. It was cold back here, and she was more than ready to get inside the warmer room and heat up for her first foray in the wonderful world of LAW.

A hardstyle hentai match. Not the most auspicious way for Carmen Rodriguez to kick off her LAW career, but she would take it.

It was partly her fault, she supposed. While she had wanted to kick things off with a standard match, she had also said she wanted something as soon as possible, not wanting to waste too much time sitting around while she waited for her first match. As such, she had to settle for whatever they were giving her, and this was what they’d come back with.

It wasn’t completely out of the blue, she supposed. She had been in hardstyle hentai matches before in previous companies, and while it wasn’t her specialty by any stretch, she’d had some minor success. On top of that, they’d put her up against Brookly Betts, a newcomer to LAW and the wrestling world at large. Carmen didn’t know much of anything about her beyond that, but from what she’d been able to find out about the woman, she had promise. Military background, well-built, strong, lots of potential.

This could be fun. That was what she’d come to LAW for, right? Fun. To spice up her life a little. To think of anything besides the divorce, the troubles, the mess she’d made of things over the past few years…

Out of sight, out of mind. This was a new chapter, and it was going to begin the moment she open the door to this ring.

”Finally.” Carmen sighed, relieved, as she finally found the correct door. She slid her keycard into the reader, it clicked open, and she stepped in as the blast of warm air came over her body, with a soft smile over her face.

That smile lasted only three seconds, before it was replaced with a confused frown. ”What is this?”

The first thing that struck Carmen was the ring - or, rather, the lack of it. While this room had all the trapping you would otherwise expect, like the reddened walls and the soft carpet and the reddened mood lighting, what it notably didn’t have was the wrestling ring. In Carmen's vast experience, that was a key component in any wrestling match. She stepped forward, and it was only then that she noticed the space where the ring should’ve been had a pit - squared space cut into the ground, at least ten feet down. The walls were covered with dark red cushions, like an erotic version of a padded cell.

It was unique, that was for sure, but it wasn’t what she had signed up for, and Carmen wasn’t crazy about surprises. She folded her arms and brought her attention to the referee, who was miling about on the other side of the pit with a confused look that mirrored her own. ”Hey, so…do you know what this is about?”

”Not…entirely?”” The referee, a young mousy looking woman who couldn't have been a day over her teens, shrugged back. ”It sounds like there was a last minute change, sorry.”

Carmen resisted the urge to throw back a ‘no shit’, and instead opted for a more productive response. ”A change." She tilted her head to the side with furrowed brows. "A change made by…whom?”

"I did."

The voice came from across the room, smooth and self-satisfied. Sylvia Cross emerged from the shadowed corner near the entrance, a young woman with a tablet clutched nervously in her hands, trailing just behind her.

Sylvia struck a pose as she stepped into the reddened lighting, one hand resting confidently on her hip while the other hung loosely at her side, fingers splayed. The emerald green and gold lingerie she wore was even more revealing than her standard ring attire - barely containing her chest, emphasizing the powerful curves of her hips and thighs.

But before she could address Carmen properly, Sylvia's attention snapped back to the young woman with the tablet. Her smile remained fixed in place, but something cold flickered in her green eyes. "One moment, Carmen. There's just a bit more paperwork to take care of before this becomes official."

She turned fully toward the assistant, and her voice dropped to something that was almost conversational. Almost. "It's Sylvia. With an 'i-a.' Not Sylvie. That's the name they give to little girls with their pigtails tied up in grade school." Sylvia tilted her head slightly, her smile widening as she gestured down at herself with her free hand, indicating her powerful, barely-clothed frame. "Do I look like a little girl in pigtails to you?"

The young woman - who had clearly been rushing to get the promo materials correct for this last-minute match change - looked up from her tablet with wide, nervous eyes. Sylvia was smiling back at her with an expression that somehow managed to be both reassuring and threatening at the same time.

"It's fine," Sylvia added, smoothly, reaching out to place her hand on the woman's shoulder. Her fingers squeezed - just a little too tightly, just enough to make the point clear. She understood. People found it hard to work under difficult deadlines. Her thumb pressed into the muscle near the assistant's collarbone, and her smile never wavered. "Just take a breath and get that sorted out, hmm?"

The young woman nodded frantically, her fingers already flying across the tablet screen to make the correction.

"Perfect." Sylvia released her shoulder and patted it twice, almost affectionately, before turning her attention back to Carmen. The assistant exhaled shakily and took a small step backward, clearly relieved to be out of the spotlight.

Sylvia sauntered across the room toward Carmen, her hips swaying with each step, her bare feet silent against the soft carpet. Her green eyes traveled appreciatively over Carmen's figure, taking in the silken two-piece evening gown ensemble that hugged her curves. *

"I'm glad to see I had the good foresight to match attire with you - a fine guess on my part," Sylvia purred as she approached, gesturing between their similarly revealing outfits. Her smile sharpened slightly, showing just a hint of teeth. "Though I suppose I should clarify - you'll be matching with me as your new opponent, not Brooklyn."

She let the revelation settle before continuing. "There's been a change of plans, you see," Sylvia continued, her tone taking on the practiced sympathy of someone delivering bad news they don't actually feel bad about. "Brooklyn Betts sustained a bit of an injury during sparring last night."

She recalled, briefly, the satisfying memory of Brooklyn's face turning red as Sylvia's powerful thighs crushed around her head, the way the military woman had struggled and clawed at her legs before finally, beautifully, going limp. The headscissor had been deep, tight, and held far longer than strictly necessary for a "sparring session." But Brooklyn had asked for a sparring partner, after all, to prep for today...

"She planned to try to compete anyway - admirable, really, if a bit foolish - but after some discussion with management and medical staff, there was an agreement among everyone involved that she didn't need to be fighting with that kind of injury." Sylvia's smile took on a false modesty as she placed a hand over her heart. "And I was available, so I volunteered to step in and fill the gap. What can I say? The show must go on."

And it had been almost laughably easy.

"Now, I'll admit," Sylvia continued, gesturing around the room at the unusual setup, "I hadn't been ready for a hentai match. Not today. I prefer to prepare properly for those, you understand - mentally, physically, all of that. So I asked that a different match be arranged instead..."

She snapped her fingers sharply, and the young woman with the tablet jumped slightly before stepping forward, her voice shaking just a bit as she began to read from the screen.

"The match type is called a Serpent's Pit Match," the assistant announced, her eyes darting nervously between the tablet and the pit in the center of the room. "It's a submission-only match. The padded pit replaces the traditional ring. Pin attempts don't count. Wrestlers cannot leave the pit until someone submits or passes out. The padded barriers mean there are no rope breaks from submissions. Referees monitor from outside the pit but cannot intervene except to call the match."

Sylvia nodded along to each rule, her smile growing wider with every word, her posture radiating confidence and satisfaction. She looked entirely pleased with herself, like a cat that had just cornered a particularly interesting mouse.

Spoiler

Sylvia had no way of knowing this, but the moment she spoke, she broke a record. This had to be the fastest Carmen had ever gone from not knowing someone existed to heavily disliking them.

Literally from the first word Sylvia spoke, those two syllables, she was already irritated, before she even knew her name or saw her face. For starters, the sudden speech made her jump, and she hated being surprised like that. Army used to do stuff like that when they were coming up, hiding in a room she didn’t expect him to be in and jumping out to surprise her, and he’d earned more than a few clouts in the ear because of it.

With a grimace, she turned about and found herself staring at a well-built woman. Though the two of them seemed around the same height, the difference in their figures was stark. Carmen was leaner, thinner, a body built for explosive speed and devastating impacts. The raven-haired beauty, on the other hand, oozed with solid muscle. Not quite a bodybuilder, but not far from it. The sort of powerful, imposing build that only came from ceaseless training and discipline. Nary an ounce of fat to be seen.

And she wasn’t Brooklyn, Carmen sussed that out from the accent. She wasn’t an expert on English accents, but this woman struck her as a native, and she couldn't imagine too many English parents would name their children after a borough in New York City.

Her suspicions were confirmed a moment later, as Sylvia - why was that name familiar? - explained the situation. With a hand on her hip and a curious gaze, she looked the Briton over and took it all in. Apparently, Brooklyn had met with a mishap, this was the replacement, and the match had been changed. All without her being informed.

In other words, Wrestling Bullshit™.

Wrestling Bullshit™ was something she hadn't liked about her time as a wrestler. While she’d been fortunate enough not deal with it often, every once in a while she would run into it. The backstage politics. The tricks. The traps. The scams. She was into wrestling for the fun, the competition, the sportsmanship, not this backstabbing, Game of Thrones, cloak and dagger rigamarole.

And yet, here it was, waiting for her in her very first LAW match. That figured.

Carmen closed her eyes to find a little inner peace, as Sylvia’s beleaguered assistant rattled off the rules. Sure enough, when she opened them again, she found her opponent standing there with what had to be the most shit-eating grin Carmen had ever seen. Another record broken.

Unamused, she folded her arms and stared Sylvia’s way. ”Serpent’s Pit Match.” She spoke the words as if doing so caused her physical pain, and let silence reign for a moment, as if she expected someone to follow her up with a punchline. When that didn't happen, her shoulders sagged and she held up a hand.

”We haven’t met. You don’t know me.” Carmen was fairly sure of that, she would’ve remembered a woman like this. ”So I’ll just say this - I’ll do this match. But I have a zero-tolerance policy for stupid. If this is some silly game or a trick or a scheme, I’m going to wreck you. I’m not saying that to be intimidating or scare you. It’s a statement of fact.”

Carmen delivered it as such, too. No raised voice, no taunting tone. She was reading the terms of a contract. ”Understand?”