Yamato Ishii vs Riza Hawkeye: Hardstyle Hentai Match

Hardstyle Hentai Match
Match ends via Pinfall, Submission, or KO
Fighters must force opponent to orgasm before pin or submission counts.


Riza sighed to herself, stretching backstage and looking at herself in the mirror, clad in absolutely nothing but a sporty light blue bikini top and skimpy bottoms. The outfit wasn't even hers really, given to her before her hentai match with Army when she didn't actually have any hentai gear of her own that she had brought with her, not realizing it was a swim suit match. After her victory, she decided to keep it, make it her actual full on hentai gear. She had also decided, after the confidence she gained from making Army cum in the middle of the ring...to do more hentai matches. They were fun, enjoyable, less violent than her normal bouts, and she needed the experience and confidence boost that victory in such matches brought. So, with her feud with Army done with for now...she had requested being put in a hentai bout, and was booked tonight in one.

As her heavy metal theme played, she looked herself over one more time, then took a deep breath, leaving the locker room and making her way out onto the entrance ramp. The crowd gave her a nice response, her valiant showings against Army since her return actually doing quite well to make her more popular than ever before, and of course, being a stunning blonde in a skimpy bikini didn't hurt, as she walked down the ramp, bare feet on cold steel, the former soldier being less stoic than usual as she waved towards fans, slapped a fan that reached out and grabbed her butt, and even blowing a kiss to the female referee upon getting into the ring.

Hawkeye's hentai ring gear:

Once her music stopped, she settled in her corner, doing some final stretching and looking for her opponent. From what she had heard, Yamato was a talented, and very cute young man, who hadn't had much luck in the ring...heh...well if he was as cute as she hoped, he might get luckier than he thought...

Yamato was feeling pretty anxious about tonight’s match, to put it lightly. He wasn’t far removed from the humiliating trouncing he’d received at the hands, or rather the feet, of Chloe Mason. The bout had completely exposed him as a foot fetishist, which had ironically enough been just as much a surprise to Yamato himself as everyone watching. He’d suffered embarrassing defeats before, but most of those had been relatively easy to forget. Yamato’s social media mentions recently, however, had made it very impossible to forget this particular defeat.

With all of that, staying focused and confident on tonight’s match was proving a nearly impossible task. Making matters worse, it was going to be a Hardstyle Hentai match against Riza Hawkeye. He had seen her bouts with Army Rodriguez, and had thoroughly enjoyed watching them. This woman clearly had a ton of skill in the ring, and was drop dead gorgeous to match. Deadly combo, one that didn’t bode well for Yamato’s odds tonight, especially given Riza’s impressive performances in recent matches like this. He was clearly the underdog by a huge margin, but giving up on himself before the match even started wouldn’t do anything to help that. Yamato just had to go out there, give it his best shot, and hope for the best.

Well, worst case scenario, he’d lose a Hardstyle Hentai match against Riza Hawkeye. Not exactly a bad way to be spending his evening.

Yamato's music:

Yamato:

Reassuring himself with that, he was able to relax a bit by the time his music hit. Putting on a smile, he stepped through the curtain and gave a wave to the crowd before marching down to the ring. Yamato tried to keep his attention off the crowd as much as possible, knowing there would be several who would likely try to tease him over what Chloe had exposed. The only one who managed to thwart his effort was a pretty woman in the front row, who had kicked off her shoes and “casually” rested her feet up on the barricade right as Yamato had been coming around that way to get to the steps. It had been impossible not to steal a glance, and he could hear her snickering as he tore his eyes away and entered the ring.

Taking another deep breath, he looked Riza over. She looked stunning in her bikini...and once again his eyes couldn’t help but wander down her beautiful legs to her exposed, bare feet. Whether she had chosen to wrestle like this tonight specifically to take advantage of his little fetish or not, it was going to be a distraction, that was just unavoidable. Still, Yamato did his best to ignore it, bringing his eyes up to meet hers while he stepped out to the middle of the ring, offering a hand.

“Nice to meet you. And, uh... good luck,” he offered, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.

In truth, Hawkeye didn't really know all that much about Yamato's recent humiliation and public exposure of his foot fetish. She had heard some fleeting comments, jokes from other wrestlers, but hadn't really paid all that much attention to it. She was still somewhat new, despite being back for a year now, and hadn't really interacted with that many people aside from Army and Hayasui, so she wasn't really familiar with the local gossip, though frankly, the reactions he was getting from the crowd, and that one woman near the front, told her all she needed to know.

She crossed her arms, noticing how nervous he seemed, and how his eyes trailed to her feet...yep. Fetish confirmed. Using that. How could she not?

"Hey there. Yamato right? Call me Riza." She said, offering him a genuine and kind smile. "No need to look nervous. I'm not here to make fun of you or anything. This is just a match. Just a fun, pleasant, match where we can give each other some fun, no strings attached pleasure."

She walked up to him, intentionally putting one leg in front of the other with each step. She was new to seduction, new to the hentai realm of things, but was determined to play into it as she moved behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and starting to rub them. "Reeeelax. You're looking really tense. I thought you'd be more excited, though I guess a cute young man like you must be getting women left and right?"

Seduction may have been new ground for Riza, but if anyone had told Yamato that he wouldn’t have believed it. The pleasant voice telling him about all the “fun” they’re going to have, the way she put her gorgeous legs on full display while approaching him, and then the way she talked while giving him a massage…

“Oohhh…” Yamato let out, initially tensing at her touch, but very quickly finding himself relaxing. There was absolutely nothing smart at all about letting his opponent get behind him like this when the match was just about to start. But her hands felt irresistible right now. “I, uh, don’t know about all that…” he answered, hardly even paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.

Riza couldn't resist letting out a soft giggle at the young mans attitude. He put on a tense, stiff front...but soon his shoulders started to relax under the rubbing of her fingers. She could understand his awkwardness. Hentai matches were just like that. Her few on the indies had been awkward, her first in AFW was awkward...but that feeling when you were in control, that feeling once you won a hentai match...it was a damn good feeling, and it did wonders for one's confidence.

It was easy to see Yamato lacked that confidence, and given what little she had heard about his last hentai match, she could understand it. "Well, regardless...right now you have me, with you, in a bikini..." she cooed into his ear, leaning up to press her body against his back. "Why don't we start...by you telling me what you want to do to me...or would you rather I do something to you?"

A line stolen directly from a cheesy porno she once watched...but still effective.

The line may have been stolen, but Riza could hardly have picked a better one. He practically melted as she cooed into his ear and pressed against his back. And her question immediately prompted a myriad of fantasies to begin flooding through Yamato’s mind. He could think of lots of things he would love Riza to do to him. He imagined her trampling him underfoot like a welcome mat while he lay prone on the mat, or smothering him with a facesit, or squeezing him between her beautiful legs with scissor holds…

Yamato began blushing when he realized that for a moment he had actually considered asking Riza to do all of those things to him! This was supposed to be a match, but god, this woman made it so easy to want to just let her do whatever she wanted to him. Yamato had to focus, or he was fucked.

It took no shortage of willpower to pull himself away from Riza, but he finally did so, turning to face her while trying to keep his eyes from drifting downward too much. Chances were she’d already pieced together where his “interests” lied, but Yamato still didn’t want to draw too much attention to that if he could help it.

“Easy, there. We only just met. How about we get to know each other a bit before we get to the fun part?” he said half-jokingly. Obviously he didn’t really expect them to have a casual conversation like that while going through a hentai match. But he did want to ease his way into this. And once the bell rang, Yamato put his hands up while approaching Riza, before lunging in to try to initiate a lockup. A bit more standard of an approach than his foe had taken. But strength was Yamato’s advantage, and maybe his only one at that. The betting odds on him probably weren’t good tonight. But what odds he did have likely depended on Yamato putting himself in positions where he could overpower Riza. That was the theory, at least. Only one way to see if it would work out...

Well...either she was better at seducing people than she ever gave herself credit for, or Yamato was just a REALLY easy mark for this kind of thing. Honestly, it was probably the latter, as he finally did turn around and break contact from the bikini clad blonde beauty, making her smile as he separated from her and got his hands up.

"Huh. So just to be clear, I'm straight up offering to get you off, and you'd rather we beat each other up first? Either you've got some interesting kinks, or you'd rather have one of those speedo boys in here than me." She teased, still getting her arms up and locking up with Yamato as the bell rang, bringing them close again. She could feel his young muscles bulging as he pressed against her, felt her bare feet start slipping against the mat. He had some strength to him, that was certain.

Hawkeye was no powerhouse herself...but she did have military training and leverage...grabbing one of Yamato's arms with both hands, she turned around, pulling on his arm and bending forward to try and throw him over her body and onto the mat!

“Hey now, I’m not saying your offer wasn’t tempting,” Yamato replied with a chuckle. “But this is a match. Besides, maybe I’ll be the one getting you off.” If only he felt half as confident about that as he sounded.

Regardless, he at least felt good about getting Riza to lock up with him. Maybe he could drive her up against the ropes or one of the corners and get something going there. It seemed off to a good start as he quickly started to put his strength to use, beginning to push the blonde back. Hearing her foot slide against the mat briefly drew his eyes down to her legs and feet again. It was the briefest of distractions, but it gave Riza a perfect window, and she immediately took the shot.

Suddenly Yamato was being yanked forward and flipped through the air. The world seemed to spin around him, before a heavy gasp was forced from him as he abruptly landed flat on his back with a heavy crash!

Riza caught that. That little glance the cute Yamato made towards her legs. She had heard about his last loss, but damn, he really did have a foot fetish, and he had it bad, didn't he?

It worked in her favor, distracting him and making it far easier to flip him over to her back, the bikini clad former soldier wondered how to follow up. Sec was one thing...but playing off a particular fetish was more difficult.

Getting a small idea, she moved one leg forward, gently pressing her the sole of her foot against, and lightly rubbing, against his bare chest. "Are you distracted Yamato?" She asked in a teasing tone.

The heavy fall onto his back had been far from pleasant, but it wasn't anything he couldn't recover from. He'd shake it off and get right back into this thing in no time. That's what he thought at least, until he started to get back up, only to be stopped when Riza put her foot on his chest.

Well, to say he was "stopped" was a bit of an overstatement. Riza wasn't bearing down on him with much pressure at all. Getting out from under this would be quite easy...if he wanted to, that is. But staring up at the blonde beauty as she stood dominantly over him, Riza looked like a goddess to him right now. And with the amazing feeling of her soft sole rubbing gently and teasingly over his chest, Yamato found himself easing flat onto his back almost involuntarily.

"I..what are you...?" Yamato started to ask, but stopped himself. There wasn't much point in pretending he didn't know what she was doing just to try to save face. His fetish was plainly obvious, as was Riza's use of it against him, and the fact that it was very clearly working. Just a moment ago Yamato had been talking about wanting to try to win this match. Now, despite being a bit bashful about it, he seemed perfectly willing to lay there and let Riza step on him as much as she wanted.