Frau Doktor Eirina Makishima vs. Anesthesia - The Healing Touch

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, Submission, or Knockout...after a wrestler has made her opponent orgasm.


Anesthesia was not in the best of moods.

A casual observer could see that with ease as she made her way down to the ring, Sista A trailing behind her while her theme music played. Her face was an etched scowl, her hands were on her hips, and there was a noticeable power in each stride she made, as if her every step was a stomp in disguise.

It wasn’t quite the look of a woman who was about to engage in a match that would involve two women rubbing each other and a decent amount of violence, both things that, by all reports, Anesthesia was known to enjoy. It was the look of a woman who was out to do serious damage, who was not where she wanted to be at the moment.

The reasons for her fury were simple. She didn’t object to the match itself, rather the nature that it had been foisted upon her. Namely, she resented the fact that she hadn’t been able to decide who her opponent was, that they’d selected her without telling Anesthesia. It meant that she wasn’t able to scheme, wasn’t able to find out who her foe would be and develop a plan, and wouldn’t be able to engage in any pre-match precautions.

Likely, that was the point.

Regardless, it inclined her wrath towards management. She was going to win, of course, regardless of who her foe was, but she intended to use this match to make a statement to her new employers: she was not a woman to be controlled. She did the controlling. Whether they liked it or not.

She made her way into the ring as Sista A patrolled around the ring and strolled towards the farthest corner, paying not the least bit of mind towards the booing crowd. Instead, she leaned against the turnbuckle and brought her gaze towards the entrance as her music died down. Seething, she gripped the ropes tight and waited for opponent to make her way out, eager to see who she’d be using as an example tonight.

Life had been quite good for Eirina Makishima. Ever since her debut, she had been slowly gaining her momentum, and while she wasn't a full-timer yet, she was doing well in this league, with a few wins under her belt. Wrestling under AFW had been a good call for her, and while she still had a little bit of ring rust, she had been working on getting rid of it. And tonight would be another night where she would be working on building her reputation, and while she didn't get to know who she would be facing this time, she was actually looking forward to it.

Only while waiting at the Gorilla position she knew who she would be facing this time. Someone named Anesthesia from Rumble Roses. It seemed that the management had decided to have a hardstyle hentai match planned for them. From what she knew, this Anesthesia person was sort of a doctor, or at least someone with a background in medicine. It wasn't really clear, actually. Maybe a nurse, based on her clothes. She didn't get to know much about Rumble Roses in the first place, and even if she knew, Anesthesia had been an unknown. Those people from Rumble Roses were quite wacky, she thought.

Shrugging off such thought, she waited for her turn to make her appearance, watching the television to see her upcoming opponent making her entrance. Somehow, she brought an entourage with her.  Well, not that she minded, as long as she didn't get herself involved in this match.

When it's time for her to finally make her appearance, with her music, Battlefield of Steel, started playing, Eirina finally made her entrance, greeted by the loud cheers of her fans. She had been building her reputation here in AFW after her stellar performance, which was good. After that, she strutted down the ramp, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd, heading over to the ring, where her opponent was waiting for her.

And once she arrived at the ring, Eirina would climb up the steel steps before entering the ring before making one last coy pose, winking and sticking out her tongue at the nearest camera. The crowd had been yearning for fanservice, and Eirina sure was glad to deliver. And once she was properly in the ring, she would take a look at her opponent, arms folded under her ample chest as she studied her.

"So, before we begin, I gotta ask..." Eirina decided to speak to this Anesthesia person. "Are you a doctor? For real? Not some kind of gimmick? Or are you some kind of nurse? It's kinda hard to tell..." While Eirina did call herself Frau Doktor Eirina Makishima, she didn't consider it to be a gimmick. It's more like she was a wrestler who was also a doctor, that's all.

”Frau Doktor Eirina Makishima.”

That was the name the referee told Anesthesia, after she asked her who this woman was coming down the ramp to meet her. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have cared - it wouldn’t have been important who this was, since she was just going to be a toy for Anesthesia to play with and pass the time. But the crowd’s reaction - so loud, so boisterous - that intrigued her. And when she learned the woman’s name, her interest only grew.

”Doctor.” She licked her lips and tapped her chin, as the future victim made her way into the ring. ”Curiouser and curiouser.”

The woman who came into the ring was...cute? Cute. Anesthesia could admit that and see why the audience was so taken with her. An older woman for Friction, around her own age, in some of the skimpiest attire she’d ever seen outside of her own wardrobe. On looks alone, she was moderately impressed, and with such a title she was beginning to understand the reason she’d been put into this match.

Yes. Yes, she could work with this.

Anesthesia mirrored the Doktor’s pose, folding her arms under her chest, and began to circle her foe, looking her up and down as she went. Thinking. Appraising. Considering.

”A funny question to ask. I could bring the same one to you.” She took a sultry step closer. ”What if I am? What difference does it make to you, ‘doktor’?”

Eirina brought a hand from under her breasts to her chin, tapping it a few times in contemplating manner. "What difference does it make to me? Hmm... honestly, I don't think there's any difference at all." Flashing a smile at Anesthesia, Eirina too took a step closer, her hips swayed as she moved. "Well, I suppose it's rare to see a fellow practitioner of medicine in place like this." Tilting her head, Eirina would look into Anesthesia's eyes, her smile unfaltering.

Now standing closer to Anesthesia, she then continued, "And as for me being a doctor, well... it just happens that I'm a wrestler who is also a doctor," she shrugged. "And I also have a private clinic and sometimes I help out the paramedic here. I even have my business card tucked somewhere in my outfit. But..." Folding her arms under her chest again, she took another step closer to Anesthesia. "I don't think this is the right place and time for us to have any kind of discussion regarding our profession." Giving her counterpart a challenging smile, she added, "Let us cut to the chase and see which one of us is the better woman..."

Eirina would unflinchingly stare into Anesthesia's eyes, not showing any sign of backing down until the ref got between them, telling them to wait until she called for the bell. Stepping back, the white-clad doctor would keep her sight on her opponent, unfolding her arms from her chest as she retreated to the turnbuckle. A while later, the referee would then call for the bell, finally starting the match between the two doctors.

Stepping away from the turnbuckle, Eirina would start circling her opponent. In the meantime, she might as well strike a conversation with her. "By the way, what kind of doctor are you? The licensed one or the back-alley one?" Back-alley doctors were surprisingly common here in Japan, and Eirina even had a couple of associates who practiced medicine without license. Also, she wanted to see Anesthesia's reaction to her questions.

As a general rule, Anesthesia avoided going after women her own age when it came to this sort of thing. That was purely by design - the young were so impressionable, so easy to manipulate, and you always got the most reward for your effort. There was nothing more satisfying than creating a helpful, eager young thrall.

But there was something to be said for experience, too, and she could tell right away that was one area that her current opponent had going for her.

”My, my, aren’t you the entrepreneur. A private clinic?” She tapped her lip. ”I might have to stop by sometime. I’ll have to remember to keep an eye out for that card once I get all those pesky clothes off you.”

Outwardly, Anesthesia stayed calm and cool as ever, but inwardly, doubts were beginning to bloom. Before a single blow was thrown, she could tell that Eirina was one of the more dangerous opponents she would face in her time with the AFW. A professional, yes but Anesthesia was willing to bet that she would have the edge.

And, if she didn’t, well...she didn’t pay Sista A to just sit around and watch her fight.

Speaking of which, her compatriot was already getting bored. ”Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Sista A slapped the ring apron. ”Will you two just fight or fuck already?”

Anesthesia ignored her, but she did lower into a grappling stance and began to close in on her opponent. ”How about this - quid pro quo? I’ll tell you something about myself, but you have answer a question of mine in return?”

From what Eirina could tell, Anesthesia seemed to be quite an affable person, though she could feel that she wasn't someone to be trifled with. It was best to proceed with caution, as the presence of her entourage seemed to be suspicious enough.

Well, it's about time they got the match started. "My, a little impatient, aren't we? Even I'm not sure where I kept the card..." Running her hands down her body, rubbing her own breasts with her palms before going to touch her own rump. "Maybe here? Or... maybe down here? Hmm... I'm not so sure..." She stuck out her tongue at Anesthesia, winking mischievously at her counterpart.

So, when Anesthesia prepared herself for grappling, Eirina also did the same. "Oho? Very well~ I suppose that's a fair trade," she would then lock up with her opponent, intertwining her fingers with Anesthesia. "So, what do you want to know? My favorite food? My alma mater? Or... my three sizes?" The last part was uttered saucily. At the same time, she would push forward, having a contest of strength with Anesthesia.

The doktor seemed to share Anesthesia’s love for foreplay and sexual implications, she would give that much to her at least. As the woman looked her over, she saw a pair of eyes that were used to sizing up prey of all sizes, that had seen women like this one all too many times before - at least, as far as outward appearances go. That was hardly a thing for Anesthesia to worry about, however. Yes, it meant she woulbe working harder than usual today, but it also meant she would look all the more impressive for doing so.

So. It was time to play. ”Don’t worry, dear, I’ll find it sooner or later. I can be very thorough, believe me.”

The two of them locked horns, with Anesthesia slamming down her heels to establish a firm base. She was surprised by the power that came back at her - this woman had more power than she would’ve guessed.  Anesthesia hunkered down and gave her a hard drive, attempting to give every bit as good as she got - and she also took the opportunity to whisper in the woman’s ear. ”Let’s start simple - where are you from? I’m detecting some European in that accent of yours.”

Now that both women were locked up in a contest of strength, Eirina could feel the power behind Anesthesia's push, and the purple-haired doctor exerted a bit more of her strength in her attempt to gain leverage. So far, she could tell that the two of them were evenly matched in terms of strength, unless if she was holding back her strength. Either way, Eirina would try to overcome her counterpart.

Well, considering that Anesthesia was asking her question, it would be rude to leave it unanswered. "Well, I'm German. Well, half-German, to be exact..." Digging her feet into the canvas to gain a steady footing, Eirina would try to push Anesthesia back. "Spent my youth there until I was twelve, and then went to Japan, got into wrestling for a year after I finished high school and returned to Germany to become a doctor. Spent about nine years there before returning here." She tried her best to speak in conversational tone despite exerting her strength into the lock up. She left out the part where she got married for a while before divorcing because that part was hardly relevant in the ring at the moment.

Knowing that nothing would be gained from doing nothing, Eirina decided to up the ante for a bit by pushing her body towards Anesthesia's, bending her own arms as she tried to mash her bountiful assets onto her opponent's, trying to gauge her reaction from such action. "Mmm... well?" She would whisper in Anesthesia's ear, mirroring her action earlier. "What will you tell me in exchange?" Eirina asked sweetly.

As nice as this back-and-forth was, Anesthesia hardly view it solely as a means of being polite and friendly. Ideas were starting to take form in her head, possibilities that she could use with the doctor, and the more she knew, the more she could do.

Before she could do too much pondering, however, Eirina exerted more and more force, surging into her with a solid push that even had Anesthesia take step back. Her heels scrapped hard against the canvas she struggled, but she doubled down and gave as good as she got. As she did, she brought her lip over to Eirina’s ear and gave it a playful lick, followed by a less playful bite.

”I want to strap you to a table and fuck you until your can barely breathe.” She had a hoarse, harsh laugh. ”How’s that for a factoid?”

Anesthesia abruptly raised her knee and shot it towards Eirina’s gut, looking to sink it in deep and knock the breath clean out of her newly found rival.

Eirina tried to suppress a shudder when she felt her opponent licking her ear in a rather playful manner, followed by a yelp when she went for a less playful bite on her ear. Getting distracted, she heard Anesthesia's words before she took a knee shot into her belly. "Urkhh!" In hindsight, Eirina should've expected this. Considering that both of them were in a match that required them to outfuck each other, there was no need to be friendly with each other. She made a mistake, she could admit that.

"Urgh... w-well, I should've expected that one..." Despite being winded from having Anesthesia's knee being driven into her gut, Eirina still managed to let out a comment about this turn of event. Due to her being distracted as well as her receiving the knee shot into her belly, she struggled to maintain the lock up, and she was in desperate need to regain her composure. At this rate, she might get overwhelmed by Anesthesia in this contest of strength, and things would be bad for Eirina.

Still, not wanting to be immediately put down by her opponent who promised to strap her to a table and fuck her senseless, Eirina decided stop Anesthesia from taking advantage of her by trying to do a leg sweep on her, hoping that it could make the other doctor lose her balance, and Eirina would like to bring her down onto the mat, with her on top of Anesthesia. At least that's her plan so far. Whether she succeeded or not depended on her luck.