L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Who's My Bitch Match:

Hentai Match

Victory awarded on verbal submission.

Special stipulation: Submission must contain the words "I'm your bitch."

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Shimmerlace's Theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-C9pUGszsw

Her entrance theme having receded into recent memory, Shimmerlace sat atop her ringpost, a quizzical owl perched in its nest, piping pink smoke from her pipe. Yes, today she was distinguished... if you ignored her outfit.

"So—my sources inform the opponent of today is of...royal lineage?"

If you were a dumbfuck, you might have described the outfit as a bit skimpy. Perhaps even downright revealing.

She'd have popped you in the snout for it. Shimmerlace was wearing rabbit ears, thank you very much, which was a Hell of a lot more than what usually covered her head.

"Which, if I am to be totally honest with the good folk in the audience, is a bit disappointing."

And as for her girthsome tommyknockers—her tits were fully covered. Yes, it was with a transparent fabric. A kind of...thin layer of snow enshrouding the round surplus of her bosom, allowing the girls to shiver and bounce with her every step, but just how picky do you plan to be, mister Jonathan Edwards?

"Don't mishear what I'm saying!" Shimmerlace took a good long suck at her pipe before releasing a stream of pink exhaust into the stadium air. "There's little I'd enjoy more than to strip a princess from her petticoat and simmer her body over the flame of her own trembling, extravagantly pampered desires. To put a crack in her status like the lil pop I'll beckon from her sex."

And as for her lower half, the really naughty part of her womanly anatomy, she had donned a white garterbelt that covered almost all of her soft and tender flesh. She was chaste and lovely as a virgin at the altar. And if you discovered the visual angle that left her ass and cunt exposed, well—that was on you for looking. Pervert.

Shimmerlace's Look (Pink)

"Except—Mmm. 'Royal lineage'..." Shimmerlace put those words in exactly the scare quotes they deserved. "...isn't quite royal now, is it? It's like. Ex-royal. Like, eh...y'know." She shrugged, gesturing at whatever it was she meant with the business end of her pipe. "My old pater familias had to flee the capital in disgrace with his now solidly un-royal dick in hand...kinda thing. Me, I'd be a bit embarrassed to go around admitting I was the product of that kinda fuckup."

The Feychild sighed, thoughtful. The crowd, for its part, was about as lousy as LAW crowds tended to be. Riddled with assholes who ate up all the bullshit about the fair fey in front of them. Yuki stans and tabloid readers who thought they knew all about this fairy's wicked past. As always, you could only but say—fuck those cunts.

"Aye. To be real with ya, I feel...sorry for Elena. She's got yearning for connection with her heritage so bone fuckin' deep she'll suffer public humiliation just to show her family pride."

Shimmerlace bit her lip and let the genuine tragic dimension of her opponent fill the room. Then, swallowing and with a new, blushing passion in her cheeks, she continued. "Which is why I promise you, friends...And Elena! All of you, on my honor as one of the fair kind." A twirl of Shimmerlace's magician fingers made the pipe pop away to nowhere. She stood and stretched, both her bare feet resting on the top of the ringpost as she reached out to the crowd in open-armed embrace.

"Tonight I will fulfill Elena's wild, slightly pathetic fantasies and give her the chance — for at least these fleeting five to twenty minutes — to be really...and truly...well-bred!"

Elena waited for her moment, going over the match details in her head with pure arrogance. "A chance to show everyone the difference between royalty, greatness, and... them." Then Elena heard her opponent's words. "A royal fuck up... public humiliation!?" Elena was quickly seething with rage. She couldn't believe the audacity. The crowd was eating it up. Elena tightly clenched her fist as her music hit the speakers, wasting no time in brisky walking to the ring, a look of absolute hatred in her eyes as she glared at the mocking pinkette. Everything about the girl seemed to mock her. Wearing bunny ears and a see-through outfit for a match like this? The arrogance!

Elena climbed over the rope, grabbing the mic. "You just made your life so, so much worse. Shimmerlace! After tonight's spectacle, everyone will remember you, but absolutely no one will want to be seen with you. You will lie broken and begging at the feet of royalty, like a stupid little leashed rabbit!" Elena yelled as the crowd boo'd the consistently unpleasant royal. The bell rang and Elena threw the microphone angrily out of the ring, offering a testing of strength to Shimmerlace. "At least pretend like you have any dignity and accept my test... you aren't going to have the advantage for a single second tonight... you will be a complete joke in the eyes of management, the fans, your loved ones... and it'll be all your fault."

Spoiler

Shimmerlace cocked her head to one side and chewed on a pinkie nail while her opponent chattered on, taking out in Shimmer's opinion some beautifully ambitious receipts.

"Dignity!" Shimmerlace hopped down from her post, alighting on both feet with her hands clasped behind her back. She was grinning at first, then licked her lips. "Oh, sweet pea, I lost my dignity in a trade three years ago with a dragon. Or was that my honor? Well, either way, the dick was worth it."

"You, eh—get much dick these days?" She sidled up to her opponent, looking for all the world like she was actually gonna take the contest this time around. That'd be a first, some in the audience must have thought, having seen the Feychild do anything from gouging eyes to blowing pepperjuice just to avoid a standard match opening.

"I imagine you must, a shapely wee thing like you..." But no—this time, Shimmerlace took her opponent's hands and clasped them. It was almost...sportsmanlike.

Until she drew back her lovely bare leg and aimed to slam the sharpest point of her knee directly between Elena's legs.

Elena could only shake her head as she listened to Shimmerlace's... confession? Or was it boastful story time? Either way, she grimaced at the disgusting tale. "Would expect nothing less from someone like you... you even came dressed looking like a submissive little slut." Elena taunted the more than a little suggestive bunny girl.

Elena couldn't believe Shimmerlace was stupid enough to take her hands, this match would be a quick one for the royal, she would see to it that Shimmerlace was crushed beneath her feet, worshipping her before the bunny could so much as open her obnoxious mouth a second time. "Even dumber than your outfit! You pathetic sl-...sl...." Elena's eyes widened as her taunt was cut off. Her arrogance was no longer at the front of her mind, instead it was the pain between her legs as they shook and threatened to collapse, having felt the wrath of Shimmerlace's knee in a low blow.

"Y-You... f-fuck... mmmn...." Elena moaned in pain, her eyes meeting Shimmerlace's as she dropped to her knees, her hands now weakly holding on to her opponent's, the pain preventing her from doing anything to counter!