Aoi Tamazaki Vs. Shinji Okazaki

Match Type: Collar Hentai
Winning conditions: Opponent must be collard and then made to orgasm.
Special conditions: The loser will become the winner's pet.

Aoi licked her lips as she waited for her music to start. After the latest meeting of the Thorns of a Rose, the bluenette was eager to get back between the ropes. She had yet to use her golden ticket and now she felt like she should take the opportunity to do so. She was going to make sure that her next opponent new their place in more ways than one.

However, since she wasn't skilled in wrestling, she couldn't very well make it a standard match. No, she would have to make it a hentai match. THAT was where she was a bit more experienced. However, merely making a boy cum wasn't going to do either. She would do that anyway. No, she needed to utterly humiliate her opponent so she decided to make a match befitting of whatever man dared to face her. She would treat him exactly how he really was... a dog.

Her music began to play and she strolled down the ramp with a bright grin on her face. She received mostly boos and catcalls but smiled through it all. She was in her white outfit with a white bikini bottom and half shirt exposing the faintest bit of her under boob when she lifted her arms up to stretch. She looked amazing and felt like it and once she got the collar on the man who surely only wanted her body, then she would continue the humiliation. Maybe she would even drag him around and parade him in front of the other Thorns like so much Achilles.

Aoi slipped into the ring and bounced on her heels, letting her impressive chest jiggle under her outfit until she felt she had given a good enough show. She then leaned back against the turnbuckle and waited paitently for her victim with a cool smile on her face.

Shinji slipped his high heels on and felt he was ready to go. He had almost gotten his make up right for the first time in a long time and his eye liner really made his eyes pop. When the worker bee who told him his match was nigh came in to tell him to get to the entrance ramp he was bent over, stretching his calves. They both blushed; he hoped that would be the only time anyone got to see his panties tonight. As he made his way to the ring his mind raced with the possibilities. In order to win, he would have to collar his opponent and make her cum. Shinji wasn't feeling terribly confident- he was a mediocre wrestler and a decent lover. And he didn't know anything about his opponent. But this was his debut and he had to put on a good show.

He left the cool locker room and stood in the staging area. The woman who would be his opponent faced a lot of boos and catcalls. Shinji wasn't that familiar with a lot of wrestling terminology but she thought this woman would be a heel. A slight smile spread across Shinji's face. He liked mean girls. And if he lost he would be her pet which would be perfect for all of his submissive fantasies. He pushed his knees together and tried to shake those thoughts from his head. No, he was going to win his debut, and collar this awful woman.

The grinding guitars of Dude Looks Like a Lady cranked over the arena's sound system. Shinji stepped out and waved to the fans. The reception was more bemused than it was great. Shinji's silky blue dress looked wonderful in the lights of the arena and the crowd saw his white stalkings and high heels. No one was quite sure how to react. Shinji waved and smiled anyways.

He jumped up to the ring and looked his opponent up and down. She looked strong and beautiful. This was going to be fun, Shinji thought. Shinji waved with both hands and said "Hi," in a meek voice.

Aoi was certainly expecting another brute or cocky ruffian to come waltzing down the ramp. She had heard that there was a time when a lot of the wrestlers were more effeminate men but ever since the league had switched to prostyle, few of them wrestled extensively, replaced by the garish likes of Killer King, John Mitchel and Clyde Gastin.

However, She was definitely not expecting someone who was nearly as feminine as she was to come meekly walking down the ramp. Aoi's cheeks flushed slightly and she tilted her head. Had they made a mistake? Aoi was not interested in wrestling women, certainly not in a hentai situation and her eagerness deflated at the prospects of some sort of miscommunication of her intentions.

She remained silent until Shinji was in the ring and cutely addressed her. She took a step forward and smiled. "Hello." She said in a cool tone, nodding her head in a polite bow. "I was under the impression that I would be fighting a man tonight. You hardly look as such, even if you may be ... kawaii."

Shinji didn't really know how to react to Aoi's words. He sensed a bit of her contumelious intent and he felt a little down because of that. He was still a man even if he was slightly...unorthodox. "I am a boy." Shinji's voice was little above a whisper and he looked down as he said it. The match hadn't even started yet and he was already blushing. The kawaii boy played with the hem of his dress and the doubts began to creep in.

He looked at the referee and at the crowd. There would be no help from them. He looked back at Aoi. It didn't look like there would be any quarter given by her. "I am a boy." Shinji's tone carried a little bit more confidence but the boy was still on edge. He gulped. The bell would ring at any second and then he would tangle with this woman.

Someone told him that having a low center of gravity would help in a fight. His opponent was as tall as he was and it looked like she had a few pounds of muscle on him as well. Shinji tried to assess the situation as best he could- he had no idea where the collars were but that was just the adrenaline giving him tunnel vision. He hoped.

Aoi raised her eyebrow as she heard Shinji's whisper. Her lips spilled into a bemused smile and she took a step forward as he looked like he was trying to figure out what to do. "Interesting."

She inched closer on smooth strides until they were close. "Don't worry, Nee-chan won't hurt you." She said, referring to herself as a "big sister" in front of the cross dressing boy. She lifted her hand up and placed it on top of Shinji's head and leaned forward.

"What's your name?" She said cooly, letting her white shirt slip a bit to reveal some cleavage. "I am Tamazaki Aoi." She said, looking into Shinji's eyes with her own deep blue ones. In truth, she was still not sure HOW to approach him. She wasn't used to a boy like this, who seemed so dainty and frail and who, Aoi suspected, was still just like all the others no matter how pretty his dress was.

Shinji cowered before Aoi a little bit as she approached. He was a wrestler now so he tried to stand firm as best he could. But his inner meekness, his inner submissiveness was beginning to set in. And then she put her hand on his head like he was some sort of pet or something. How dare she call herself big sister! He was mad. It didn't show at all in his face and he gulped again.

"I am Shinji. Okazaki Shinji. N-n-nice to meet you." The boy stammered. He had done so well at maintaining eye contact up until this point, and then he looked down again. All he felt he could do was stare at his pretty little high heels.

The crowd was teeming with excitement. They wanted to see him fight this woman. Her aura was powerful and Shinji felt like he was two feet tall next to her. It was just like talking to girls in school. Something Shinji was exceptionally bad at.

"Ooooh, Shinji-chan?" Aoi said, using the female honorific. Normally she addressed almost anyone she met with the extremely formal -sama suffix, but her own mind was off kilter at the situation and she could feel that he was a young boy who could be dominated. She liked it.

She stepped away and stretched, showing off her delicious body as she waited for the bell. Even with her own limited experience, she felt like a lioness about to feast. "Well, Shinji-chan, Nee-chan will take care of you. I hope you're ready." She purred.

When the bell rang, Aoi crouched low and circled Shinji, sizing him up. This WAS a hentai match after all, she didn't need to get physical, really. She wanted to see how Shinji took to her mind games. How SHE took to them. "What part of me do you like best, Shinji-chan? I am sorry my dress isn't as pretty as yours, but I prefer a bit more maturity to my look." She said slyly, making sure her steps caused her impressive chest to wiggle about.

It wasn't a wrestling ring, at least in Shinji's mind. It was a jungle, and he was a deer and she was a tigress. Her wide circle caused him to panic a bit in his head; her bouncing gait caused him to get a bit happy in his pants. The crossdresser didn't know how to take all this other than to try and hunker down and figure out what to do with everything that was coming at him.

The fact that he was being addressed as a girl caused him to go red in the face. He didn't know if this girl got off on demeaning guys but Shinji felt very demeaned. It didn't take much to figure out what 'taking care' of him meant. The boy swore to himself to do anything in his power to not let that happen.

"It is your eyes, Aoi-chan!" Shinji felt a burst of excitement. Aoi seemed to be a more wary, experienced wrestler while he was full of exuberance. He charged forward and dove at Aoi's legs, attempting an awkward takedown right off the bat.

"Oooh?" Aoi was generally surprised by Shinji's answer and blinked. Of course she expected the natural response of her chest or, perhaps legs if he wasn't completely shameless.

However, as she thought about it, Shinji charged and Aoi fumbled. The cross dresser crashed into her legs and sent her tumbling down to the mat on her butt. "Oooff!"

She threw her hands out to keep from being mounted, as she assumed that's what Shinji might try and do. "You're playing too rough with your Nee-chan, Shini-chan!" She protested.

Shinji had sent Aoi crashing into the mat with his 'tackle' but from here he wasn't quite sure what to do. He didn't know a whole lot of holds to grind down Aoi and she had her defenses up so he couldn't get a mount. The crossdressing boy moved up anyways on Aoi's body. "Do you not like it rough, Aoi-chan? Because I do..."

He tried to grab one of Aoi's hands and move it away from her body. With his free hands he would try to grab one of Aoi's ample breasts and give it a squeeze or two. Shinji favored the hentai side of the ring to the wrestling side and that was on full display here.