A Hentai Welcoming: Eliza Williams (D) vs. Isabelle Rose

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Isabelle Rose vs. Eliza Williams (D)
Match Type: Hentai Knockout POW
Victory Conditions: Must be won based off an knockout following an orgasm.

Eliza walked back and fourth in the backstage area with a touch of nervousness she managed to mask well. This was it, her big debut before the LAW crowd and to say her first match was a spicy one. Not only would she be dealing with hentai right out of the gate, but it would be to a knockout and the loser would have to follow the customs known as Prisoner of War. Essentially meaning the loser had to be the winner's property for an entire day rubbing added humiliation.

On the surface, the high class woman found such a stipulation disgusting and took this match in silent protest.

Inward though, such a concept had gotten her all hot in the right places. The idea of such a physical, hot and frankly embarrassing match had visions dancing in her head but she managed to bite her lip and not let this show. For now she had to go out there and show everyone just who Eliza Williams had been as first impressions were everything. And once her music sounded she would make her way out to the stage.

I come From Money by Jim Johnson

Eliza stood on the stage, in spite of her conflicted insides she managed to project an image that matched her theme and persona; an upper class woman who seemed to scoff at the crowd here for what she'd publicly belittle as a "porn" clash as she moved to the ring with an emphatic step as she made her way to the ring.

Without even glancing at the fans, who were trying to see what this girl was like leading to a tepid reaction as she climbed up the ring steps and entered through the middle rope standing in the ring as she struck an elegant pose with a single finger in the air as if declaring herself number one. She would quickly move over to her corner as her theme came to an end as she faced the entrance stage and waited for her opponent for her debut match to make her arrival.

Spoiler

[Violet]

A breeze ran across her bare nape and onto her shoulders. It was brisk and cold. Like a person’s touch. It made her stop grooming herself and look over her shoulder. She knew it was from the vents but it still bothered her. It served the purpose of bringing her to the reality of her surroundings. And with it, she found herself humming a song. It was mellow and soft. A lovely tune. Not knowing how long she had been doing it by now, more things boggled her. She couldn’t grasp the title of the song. It was deep under the swamp of her thoughts. Who in the right mind would like to have hentai in their debut? And even a POW? Well granted she also had that in hers, but still!

She was then abruptly stopped by the knock at her door. The staff need not enter as she knew by then it was her cue. Hurrying up her preparations it only took a while before she got to the gorilla position, up and ready to put up a wonderful show.

Isabelle Rose

”Please welcome, hailing from France!! Isabelleeeee Roseeee!!”

She beamed out of the curtains and onto the ramp with her arms held up high. She took a deep inhale, basking in the cheers of the crowd that adorned her. The thought of having this may watching her fight elated her as she headed towards the ring. Walking down the aisle with much glamour, confident with her skills

Golden strands strewn with streaks of red and blue. Adorned with gaudy ribbons at both ends of the pigtails and a pin on her bangs. It matched the overall vibe of her outfit, striped scarf around her neck, jacket and a skirt laced with the same colors that painted her hair. It’s a weird eccentric style, if you will. But Isa didn’t mind, she liked it and she could call it as her own

She then found herself inside the ring with a cute opponent that she couldn’t stop herself but rushed towards her foe blushing and attempting to glomp her down. ”Ooooh how dare you be this cute!!!”, Isabelle squeaked akin to her seeing a puppy video on the internet, pinching Elizabeth's cheeks with her hands as if she's an adorable plushiee!

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As Eliza stood in her corner and waited for her debut opponent to come, she quickly got a sense of the kind of person she'd be up against and was able to paint at least a presumption about her if nothing else. It seemed she was up against a fan favorite if the crowd reaction was anything to go by, which was logical given Eliza was a newcomer and had not amassed any sort of fan following to this point.

Though she quickly began to blush, to be the known nay the unwanted standing against a champion of the people, quite the humiliating position.

Eliza shook her head, to quell that urge she created for herself as soon Isabelle made her way to the ring as they woman seemed to cry about how "cute" she was an attempted to wrap a big hug about her to which Eliza was a bit too stunned to react to and thus "surrendered" herself to the embrace of her larger foe.

C-cute? She is treating me like some small child, she is degrading me with such a pet compliment. I wonder if she could go even further with this...

However, blush present as she began to have those naughty thoughts, she quickly shook her head. She had an image to maintain much as she already felt a desire to shed from it as she began to push and shove against isabelle.

"G-g-get off me! I am an heiress you will not treat me like a cuddle p-plaything!" Eliza shouted with a slight stutter as she tried to get the woman off of her and tried to die her blush.

[Violet]

Her emotion erupted in the most unusual fashion - by charging at her foe to glomp her with all decency thrown out the window! Well, who wouldn't? Eliza looked like they molded her appearance straight from a doll! Her skimpy outfit accentuated those traits. It made her look like a princess waiting to be freed from a dungeon. So innocent and small. The shade of red on their cheeks growing at every pinch didn't help her tone down what she was doing at all!

Isa wondered what it would be like to be this cute. Does she look at the mirror all the time? Pinch her cheeks herself when she did something good? Ah, she'll ask her herself later on, but more questions boggled her.

"Ohhh, you're an heiress? That only makes you ten times cuter. Oh no, wait...hmmmm~ twenty times!!" she said louder than she has to with a huge grin, nodding as she continued to glomp her.

"Why are you in a hentai match for your debut?! You're too cute and innocent for this!" she whined before leaning to her ear to whisper.

"Did someone coerce you to do this? Tell me, and I beat them! Hyaa, that's right!" Isa's all loose, intoxicated by the cuteness of her foe. It seemed like they were chatting by this point and not in the middle of a high-stakes match, a debut no less!

[godjacob]

This had gone rather unexpectedly, and on the outside Eliza was disgusted. This women seemed to ignore her words and continued to glomp her, baby her and all manners simply treat her as some cute mascot than any competitor to be taken seriously. This entire thing had been so degrading, but on the inside Eliza never felt more alive for reasons really nobody but her could understand.

When the whisper came, Eliza had a blush on her face. "I-I am fine w-with the match, I am uh eager to prove my womanly superiority..."

Eliza worked to sneak a boast to Isabelle, in line with someone of her background, though her tone seemed to have this sheepish undertone to it even as she tried to come off as convincing.

Regardless Eliza's "pushes" and the referee would come in to break up the two, much as this might have been amusing or cute to the crowd she needed to get this match going and both women back to their corners. Eliza still had a blush as she prepared for the match to begin while the referee worked to make sure Isabelle would be ready for a match not to oogle the opponent.

[Violet]

Beneath that overfriendly facade lays a predator—a cute one, of course. She marked the unknowing Eliza like hapless prey. Something she'd never stop chasing until they were in the palm of her hands; not a chance she'd let them escape. There is no extent she'd not go to have them. Whether it be bludgeoning their skull with a steel chair over and over or making them scream her name like bloody mary as she fuck them senseless.

"Well, that's the spirit! Bien! Show me what you got, mon cheri!" Giggling, she let the referee pull her off of Eliza.

But not without trying to pull their cheeks with her, pinching before a hand cusped their chin. Still, the ref insisted, and she let her pointer finger trail their jawline, tipping it up before they parted.

With the two wrestlers finally on their respective corners, the bell rung, kicking off the match! Isa wouldn't waste any time and get into a stance at the center of the ring. Arms extended forth—an invitation for a lock-up! To see how would their figures melt together when pressed. "Come at me, heiress!" she'd coo, wetting her sultry lips with her tongue. She's more than ready to taste her first meal here in LAW!

[godjacob]

Needless to say as Eliza was forced off her was not the most comfortable as Isabelle felt the need to cling onto her cheeks as they pulled calling Eliza to let out a weak cry before the referee got off her and she rubbed her cheek in pain. Needless to say Eliza already felt the sting which on the surface upset her hence a pout but inwardly she considered it an inviting tease.

Regardless the bell would soon ring and so Eliza had to get her game face on as she faced Isabelle.

"Don't throw fancy French at me. I-I will give you a lesson in class." Eliza replied matter of factly.

Eliza moved out, adopting her own grappler's stance, knees bent and her arms extended out as Isabelle seemed to almost "invite" her towards her which inwardly Eliza was tempted to do. However, she needed to least make a first impression worth something, as she would seem to go in for a front lock up, only to tuck under and aim to get behind Isabelle aiming to secure her hands around her waist from behind for a rear waist lock.

[Violet]

They had to part. No matter how unwillingly it was for Isa. 'Only if the match's schedule could make way for more glomping time.' Isa thought. With that, she caressed their face as long as she could reach it. Her finger trailed off the tip of their chin before dangling in the air. She reached out as she was taken away. Arm stretched, mouth ajar and eyes gloomy as if she was a lover forced to leave.

The match had to start, much to her chagrin. But as the bell rang, Isa changed. Like flipping a switch, she donned a fighter's stance, still with a confident smile.

"That's the spirit! Build on it!" she giggled.

Expecting a usual lock-up was acceptable in this kind of bout. So that they could test themselves, feel the competition out a bit, and hey! It's a classic! But Eliza seemed to be more creative, weaving past through her and locking in a waist-lock from behind.

It was sudden! And Isa would be lying if she said she saw it coming! Still, Isa wouldn't vie for an escape. Not yet, too early. With her spunky grin unfading, she'd merely perk her hips out to their gut. It's without force, not even a push. Just a kiss of heat that had been building up her crotch in anticipation of the match. Isa wants Eliza to feel it all and Eliza alone.

"Quite eager are you, mon cheri? I like it."

[godjacob]

As Eliza managed to slip under Isabelle she felt a conflicted sense of pride; on one hand she seemed to out maneuver the woman early which was good for first impressions, but on the other hand she expected...a touch more than this. Perhaps expectation was the wrong word, but saying "hopeful" aloud might be a touch suspicious.

However, it seemed Isabelle was suggestive as they come, brushing her big butt into her gut which caused Eliza to blush.

"H-h-hey! T-take this seriously!" Eliza said with a mad blush.

Eliza would break her hold as if to gain distance while she seemed flustered as she tried to get Isabelle to focus on the match and less her flirting game. She had to get serious, beat on...uh well "get competitive" before such acts would be acceptable.

Eliza seemed to be open, even as she settled to a sort of stance, the aim to try and invite Isabelle in and on the surface try to out maneuver her again sensing she was the quicker one of the two.

Her conflicted mind had other ideas, but she tried to keep that down.

[Violet]

Isabelle is not one to rush. Good things take time, after all. For her, the opening joust of a match could be too explosive. Too eager to test their strengths. Too many things happening all at once that there's no time to savor it. Besides, her foe is a newbie. Surely, she'd appreciate an at ease start.

She kissed her butt and hips with their gut. Even though playful, there is no denying how keen she was to kickstart their sensual bout. It was evident by the heat in her hips that radiated to their bare belly. She's aroused to what was to become of the match! Darting her gaze to the side, the blush on her foe's face was too bright to miss! It made her chuckle and swiped a tinge of red across her cheek as well.

"You haven't done this before, have you, mon cheri?" she cooed as she rested the back of her head on their shoulder, looking upon their eyes with her own lustful pair and with a sly grin.

Soon, they'd part yet again, but now Isa won't allow it. She'd follow suit as soon as Eliza retreated, trying to maneuver until she got her trapped in a corner where she could pick her apart.

"Going somewhere?" Isabelle said through a lustful sigh as she put her face mere inches in front of theirs. She wanted to make them feel the heat grow with her breath. She wanted to make them see the desire in her eyes.

Then, she'd initiate the kiss. Soft and mellow, a vanilla kiss, if you will. She didn't want to push yet, staying true to her motto of taking things slow. It is yet too early to stir them to overdrive. Then, a hand would weave to their ample mound through their skimpy outfit, squeezing it like dough. To complete, she'd press her knee to the enticing camel toe her crotch created with her oh-so-tight bottoms, wanting to feel how hot and wet they're getting!