Yuto vs Sophia - Hentai Match

Best of 3 Hentai Match
No strikes allowed
Fall condition: Makes the other wrestler reach climax.

Yuto:

"Yay... here we go again..." Yuto said to himself with an apathetic look as he's waiting for his turn to enter the arena.

It's not like he's not excited about his upcoming match, to be honest, the opposite in fact. Results wise, his time in the league might not be the best to say the least, but his matches had been providing him with plenty of wonderful experiences, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. Doing so would be a little too embarrassing after all.

Once his theme began to play, he'd make his entrance, walking rather timidly towards the ring while giving the crowds a shy hand wave with a wry smile on his face every now and then. The audience's "cheering" was something he's getting used to by now. Even he wouldn't cheer genuinely for someone who's career revolved around having his ass kicked by women and then some. This kind of stuffs came with the job, so he didn't really mind it at all.

After he slipped himself under the ropes, Yuto gave a few other hand waves to the crowds before settling himself on the corner and let out a sigh. Just what kind of person he's going to face tonight?

This would work.

Sophia had been pondering her first match for some time now. There were plenty of reasons she’d come to Tension over anywhere else - the violence, the pay, the sex - and while she’d be getting all of those in stride tonight, those were all close seconds to the real reason: the men.

She’d been spending the past couple of weeks running down a list of potential candidates to break in, gleaming over the strong bodies and stubborn wills that she had no trouble imagining on their knees again and again. Raul Tejada, Clyde Gastin, Kyo Akamatsu, even those BlazeWave idiots. She’d had a lot of time to think it over, picture exactly how each fight might go, figure out where she’d get the most flexibility. She even sent a few suggestions ahead, eager to to sink her teeth into something.

It was a shame that her superiors preferred to keep mum in response, though it wasn't as if she was unreasonable. She understood. Sophia was a new hire due for a first appearance, had to be delicate about these kinds of things. And she was willing to be patient once upon a time, but one inadequate response too many had her convinced there was zero intention of putting her between the ropes for the time being, keeping her fed on dark matches until they figured out what to do with her. A glorified weed wacker to trim out the rejects.

No. Not a fucking chance. She decided to break the silence first, going straight to the source and making her concerns clear to the booking office. Lo and behold, the next day, she had her fight.

Amazing what a missing relative, a dark room, and a ninety-second livestream can change.

Theme:

Sophia Nechiporenko:

Heavy guitars and drums followed her entrance as her theme rang supreme across the arena. Purple lights flashed and caught the Russian’s hourglass figure as she walked her way out and down the ramp. Her hands rested at her hips, sauntering her way towards the ring with a light sway to her hips. Her head canted slightly to one side as she slowly smiled a fanged grin like a demon from the dark. The camera’s flashed her darkened visage as her gaze kept straight ahead. Unblinking.

She was somewhat familiar with Yuto on account of some last-minute research. Not an ace competitor by any stretch of the imagination, but that didn’t mean she was about to be bored tonight. That only became clearer as she watched him in his corner, looking on with those hesitant eyes. Nervous, lean, cute. She was suddenly a little disappointed she couldn’t muster up that Prisoner of War stipulation. Though if she really wanted to…

Ah, getting ahead of herself. Bad habit.

Sophia rolled beneath the bottom ropes and slowly came up to two feet, eyeing Yuto as she brought herself upright. She turned away from her corner and walked his way. One foot over the other, slow and deliberate steps of her boots against the canvas, all the way until he was in his corner.

And she kept going until her body mashed against his own. Until her chest was against his. Her thighs at his fingertips. His breath on hers. Until she could look straight down at him with the malevolent violet of her clear eye. One hand at her hip, she cast a long stare into her shorter opponent, the smirk on her lips the only readable thing about her.

As his opponent arrived, Yuto initially had a raised eyebrow. He had encountered many women before, but this one seemed like a dangerous one, someone who'd probably could beat him senseless over a single word, or even none. At least that was first impression he got out of her. Perhaps it's the getup, the eyepatch and all. Somehow he felt a little fortunate that there's a no strikes rule in the match. Might not save him from being bulldozed, but at least he wouldn't be brutalized, or so he thought.

He felt nervous, and he only growing even more nervous as he noticed that his opponent was approaching him right from the get go rather than waiting in her corner. Yuto averted her gaze every now and then, but the woman didn't stop at all until she's right in front of him quite literally. Their bodies were already in contact with each other, and seeing the expression on her face made the boy felt like he's slowly shrinking in her presence. People don't normally get so close to their opponent like this before the match start, right?

"H-hey..." he mustered some courage to greet her after gulping.

There was something about the woman in front of her that made his emotions all mixed up right now. Even if she looked rather mean, she's still a beauty, with a body that many women would envy on top of it too. He couldn't help but to feel some sort of excitement from being so close to her, nervous as he was. Faint shades of red already starting to appear on the boy's face as he looked at the taller figure.

The next few moments seemed to carry on far longer than anyone expected to and no one could say for sure what would happen in each second. Catcalls and wolf whistles from beyond the boundaries of the ring seemed to be sending mixed messages when juxtaposed to the voracious smirk slashed across Sophia’s face.

The Russian didn’t react to the word spoken her way. Her body didn’t so much as twitch as Yuto’s appeared to yield in her presence alone. Her eye caught sharpened on every detail, every edge upon his skin that shivered and recalled with each breath. Though she didn’t move another step, her body seemed to press even closer, her chest pressing closer to the Japanese contender as she leered a stark white down at him. Seconds upon seconds ticked away as she indulged in his state of unease. Finally, she blinked, let an indolent chuckle escape her lips...and backed off.

With slow and deliberate steps behind her, Sophia backpedaled back to the center of the ring. Her eye stayed to Yuto the whole way, unwilling and unable to sever the eye contact with her quarry. She eased on her last step, settling into a relaxed stance with one hand at her hip. She canted her head to the side and raised a finger between them, beckoning the young male her way.

Her smirk twitched an inch wider.

There was almost no response from his opponent, which only made each passing second seemed to flow longer than it actually was. Yuto felt like he should look away from the woman and yet he couldn't. There's just something about Sophia's expression that seemed to prevent him from even blinking his eyes. It's like he's forced to stare at her for as long as she wanted while she's drinking all the emotions he's showing to her. It was awkward to say the least.

Then there was the subtle chuckle and Sophia backed away just like that. Yuto had a baffled look, but seeing her gesture afterwards, he gulped again. She's just messing with me, huh... he thought. Well, whatever.

Letting out a sigh, the boy stepped forward to approach his opponent at the center of the ring. The woman had a somewhat unusual approach, but he'd try not to let her get into his head, with try being the keyword. After all if he had to be honest, Yuto had to say that he's already feeling pretty uneasy from sharing the ring with Sophia. Most women he faced had this predatory, but lustful gaze on him so he's kinda used with that kind of taunting. His current opponent, however, seemed to lean more towards the predatory side more than anything else.

"C-cold shoulder, huh?" he tried to maintain some sort of bravado. "Well, let's just get on with it, then..."

The moment the bell rang, Yuto would step forward and try to lock hands with Sophia and push her back. The woman seemed to be physically strong, but he'd be damned as a man if he chickened out from the start, or so he thought.

Ah. There it was. The bravado. Delicious.

That one part of the male mind she’d never be able to wrap her finger around. Yuto had been shaking like a leaf not thirty seconds ago, and she could still see that slight tremble in his gaze as he raised his hands, challenging her straight on. She had to wonder where those sparks of unspoken confidence came from. That was fine either way.

Sophia locked with her opponent’s hands and began to push against him. He was about as strong as expected. Not good, but not bad either. For all his meekness, Yuto’s body was well put together. Lean and athletic. Begging to quiver and break. The Russian didn’t push too hard back against him, keeping them even as they stayed poised in the middle of the ring, contesting their strength as the ex-soldier barley broke a sweat. Her sneer remained fixed on her face as she leaned in to the stalemate, looking Yuto in the eye. The lack of strain on her face was almost a silent taunt his way.

“это так мило.” She chuckled. “Вы должны быть' сильнее этого.”

Despite not being pushed back, something told Yuto that he's just being toyed around with by his opponent. The biggest hint was the face of Sophia which looked like she's barely warming up, which pretty much contrasted his strained face. Yuto could only gave the woman a sheepish smile while he kept pushing against her a bit longer.

"Excuse me, what...?" the boy then blurted as he heard Sophia's foreign speech.

Ugh, wait, why should I even bother... I need to focus on the fight... he then thought to himself. With direct confrontation didn't seem to work, he decided to take a bit of risk. The boy eased up instead, allowing Sophia to push him backwards, so he could try falling on his back and took her with him, before wrapping his legs around her waist to trap her!

Sophia could think of about a million different ways she could turn the tables on Yuto here. She could have swept his legs out from under him. She could have angled the pressure down and brought him to his knees. She could have swung him around and choked him out with his own arms. Plenty of ways to carve the fat, savor the taste.

She didn’t opt for any of those options. Instead, just for a moment, she eased back on her hold and decided to give him the reigns. A second to satisfy her fleeting curiosity.

Yuto had an interesting response. He fell on his back and took her along for the ride, clamping his legs around her before she could steal another breath. The quick constriction drew a slight gasp of elation on her knees. Good form. Decent pressure. He knew what he was doing, but that was about it.

The Russian slowly rose on the spot, smiling down at Yuto as she curled her arms around his legs, holding onto him rather than pushing them away. She stood tall and swung her leg over Yuto, flipping him onto his back as she faced the opposite way with his legs still in her grasp. From there she’d slowly descend to find a comfortable spot on his back, weighing her heavier body on him before he found himself locked in a Boston crab.

Got her! Yuto thought as he locked his legs around Sophia's midsection. Now he just needed to apply some pressure and hope that it'd weaken his opponent rather significantly. Given the woman's build, he kinda doubted that he could do too much damage to her, but at least right now he's the one in the advantageous position, right?

As it turned out, however, the boy was wrong. Big time.

Sophia used her physical advantage by simply shifting herself around, dragging Yuto along with her while he's trying to figure out what she's going to do. By the time he did, however, it's already too late for him to react as he was now down on the mat with his opponent's weight descending on him!

"W-wait... gaahh...!" the boy groaned and squirmed within Sophia's hold as he's now trapped in the boston crab position, his arms trying to claw the mats to drag himself towards the nearest ropes before it's too late...

Sophia waited for no one and nothing, as Yuto would find the hard way. When she wanted something, fostered a desire, a passing interest, a slight care for an idle curiosity, she worked to make that fixation a reality. And what she was fixated on now was seeing her pretty little toy struggle for all it was worth.

She settled nicely into her seat on Yuto’s back, flicking her hair over one shoulder as she sought a better view of the Japanese boy’s progress. Though he was managing to inch his way to the lower rung, Sophia didn’t express an inch of concern. She was content to let her quarry wear itself out a little longer, really make him work the freedom while laying down the gap between them.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t make things a little harder on him, of course. She cranked back on his legs a little more, putting more pressure on his back. The pain, if used right, could be a small incentive for him to hurry along. But, if the Russian were being honest, she just liked feeling his muscles quiver in her grasp. The resistance, the desperation.

Thank heavens this was a hentai match.