Ichika Uesugi (D) vs Ayame Takemoto (D) (Double Debut Hentai Match)

Match Type: Hentai Pinfall/Submission
Win Conditions: Pinfall or Submission after forcing an Orgasm

A New Life.

There wasn’t many things that excited Ichika, or at least showed on her face. But tonight was one of the rare moments she had a small smile on her face. After completing the basic training of pro wrestling, she was thrusted into a risqué debut match, which she had no qualms about. She loved the thrill of sexual combat and especially one that she won in decisive fashion as she appeared on stage.

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The crowd cheered at her choice of attire as she looked out into the crowd. It was much larger than what she was used to and looked a whole lot more respectable than her previous environment, but she could still feel the lust emitting off all of them as she made her way down to the ring with her cold smile on her face. Ichika didn’t notice that she was still smiling as she walked up the steel stairs and stepped over the middle rope, bending over and giving a generous view of her butt that the cameras were quick to zoom in on.

After entering the ring, Ichika made her way to her corner before turning back at the ramp with her arms crossed underneath her breasts, she had heard that her opponent of the night was also having her first match within the company and wonder just what kind of girl she was going up against as she waited. The cheering of the crowd fell on deaf ears, the crowd never once interesting her as her focus was always on her opponent.

And how she could humiliatingly end them.

It wasn’t common to see Masako flustered or in a state that could give away how the woman was feeling, but the look on the manager’s face was worrisome. She hadn’t even touched her tea as something was making her mind at unease. The manager hadn’t spoken since her client went in, and Ayame was starting to feel nervous about the situation as she would cup her tea to keep her hands warm.

“S-so… I suppose this meeting would be about my debut match?” Ayame broke the silence timidly.

“Right.” Masako’s mind sprang into action. The manager breathed deep and collected her thoughts before speaking. “Yes, we need to discuss the details about your debut. There have been complications, things I don’t like but can’t be helped.” The manager looked really at unease. “Your first match is going to be something imposed on you by the AFW higher ups. If this had been to me nothing would have gone like this, but it looks like we had small room for a choice in here. I am really sorry. I will not run around the bush: your first rival is also a debutant but I made some research and she is… peculiar. It looks like she would try and make a cruel approach to the match.” Masako could feel Ayame getting nervous, and little she could do to prevent that. “Also they wanted this match to had some spice to it so they are allowing hentai tactics as well. Please, heed my advice on this: whenever you feel like it just give up. You have nothing to prove in here. Your well being is my priority in here so please, don’t play the daring wrestler.”

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Her manager’s words still rang on Ayame’s mind as she made her way from the locker’s room to the backstage. She was pretty scared about the grim briefing Masako gave her, and the hentai approach to the match didn’t make her comfortable at all. It was as if the AFW higher ups wanted to make her pay for the loss her sister caused them. There was no more time to think as her entrance theme began and Ayame stepped timidly on stage.

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Even on her scared state, Ayame knew well how to model so the woman catwalked to the ring the best she could. At first the public was concerned about her choice in attire, but in no time enthusiasm got the best of the crowd as they started whistling at her. This wasn’t the same as modelling, thought Ayame noticing how everyone looked at her body.

Once in the ring the model stepped inside to have the first look at her rival. She was wearing a much more revealing attire than hers. She was voluptuous and beautiful. Could it be this the cruel woman Masako warned Ayame about, or could the manager be mistaken? Ayame was so nervous that she decided not to push her luck by forcing conversation. Instead, she would walk to her corner and wait for the match to begin. As Masako advised her, Ayame would try to remain low for her debut.

Ichika was wondering who would be standing opposite from her in her debut, in a league where stories of the fiercest competitive wrestling matches and tales of sexual wars had taken place, she was curious to see if she was going to get a woman who would test her limits in her debut match.

When her opponent appeared on stage, Ichika couldn’t help but notice how...reserved she was. It only got more clear to her when she entered the ring, she looked as if she was plucked off the streets for this match, like an offering to Ichika and her reputation. A look of anger flashed on her face as she ran a hand up her features, pushing some of her hair out of view that had gotten in the way.

Tech...I got all excited for nothing

It wasn’t as if Ichika was angry at the fact they brought in someone who looked as if they couldn’t wrestle, she had faced plenty of those and still found joy in breaking them. Which was what she planned exactly for. Her opponent’s choice of clothing was also conservative, At least when compared with Ichika’s risqué choice.

She would prepare in the corner, leaning forward as she placed her hands on her knees as her eyes never left her opponent, just imagining all the things she was going to do to her and that cute body.

Ayame was on her corner, looking at her rival while a feeling of unease tookher. Up to that moment the woman hadn't taken any kind of action to unsettle Ayame or confirm that terrible reputation about her Masako had warned her client about. Still, there was something about this woman that made all the alarms inside Ayame's mind go off at the same time and scream "Do not get on this woman's bad side." The way Ichika looked at her while she flaunted about her figure and her attire choice made Ayame shiver in fear of what thid woman might have in store for her. The model was resolved when she offered herself as tribute to pay for her sister's debt, but for the first time Ayame was thinking that maybe she bite off more than she could chew.

While Ayame looked appalled and shy her rival looked ready and focused. Where the model was against her corner trying not to stand out Ichika would lean in as if she was some kind of predator waiting for the hunting to begin. Ayame felt like she had been tricked into a sacrificial rite where she was the offering to that goddess of pain. This situation was making the model suffer in anticipation as she could feel her body sweating and her tense breathing getting rougher. When the bell signaled the beginning of the match Ayame walked instinctively forwards and adopted a guard stance, but anyone could see that her mind was somewhere else and she wasn't ready for what was to come.

Ichika’s eyes were focused on Ayame, the stoic eyes betraying a look of predatory instinct as she watched her opponent’s posture and demeanor. She was very timid, her movements of twitching and shifting told Ichika that she was shaken by Ichika’s mere presence as she did not give off the impression that she was focused on the match.

At least not in the helpful way.

The bell rung as Ichika watched Ayame exit the ‘safety’ of her corner and approached the center of the ring. Ichika had half anticipated her to just hide in the corner and force Ichika to rip her out of there. She wondered if it was bravado or stupidity that made her move forward as she stood up. She didn’t even take a stance of any kind as she just walked up to Ayame and showing her disrespect to her opponent and everyone to approach so haphazardly as she walked right up to Ayame.

“Such a brave girl.” She let out as she looked down over the shorter girl, before her lips curled into a cruel smile, opposite of once stoic face. “But oh so stupid.” She let out as she grabbed onto Ayame’s hair and top with a hand a piece as she took a step back, yanking as hard as she could to try and send Ayame to the mat roughly!

It was true that it wasn’t in Ayame’s plans to get dragged into a wrestling career. She had a liking for the sport but she would have never thought about pursuing that kind of job, and just with few weeks to properly prepare after she had to adapt to her circumstances and become a wrestler she was as nervous as she could be. Not even when having to model with a skimpy outfit had she ever felt like she was now, her legs feeling like jelly even before the match could start.

There was something about her rival that fazed Ayame. It was something about her collected, stoic and cold demeanor that clashed considerably with the fact that she was wearing a shockingly revealing piece of attire that obviously wasn’t intended for fighting, or at least for staying on her owner for long after the fight started. Was that the kind of business her sister was getting into before she had the accident? No, this had to be something different, something the AFW management had set specially for her…

Finally, her rival’s act dropped as the woman spoke first in her cold way, but then her face twisted in a cruel smile as her voice also showed the resolve of a cruel madwoman. Ayame’s instincts told her to run in the opposite direction, but she didn’t have the time as Ichika grabbed her by the hair, yanking with force. “Aw, heeeey! Stop tha-oooooooowww!” Ayame whined and complained from the sudden treatment as she was dragged along, but her plea would come to a halt as soon as Ichika used some more strength to send Ayame face first to the mat.

Ichika sneered as Ayame began to thrash in her grasp, holding tight on the dark brown hair as she yanked from side to side before taking a step back to gather balance to suddenly jerk back, hauling on Ayame’s hair to throw her across the ring in a brutal manner within seconds of the match! Slamming Ayame right down, she forced the pretty girl to have a less than stellar meeting with the rough material as she stood over her with a nasty smile of satisfaction on her lips.

“Aaaaw what’s wrong? Too rough for you?” She sneered out as she brought her foot up and pressed down on Ayame’s head, looking to hold her in place as she grounded her features against the mat. “What, haven’t been in a fight before? Well I’m going to give you a quick lesson in it!” She let out as she reached down for Ayame’s skirt.

Looking to fold it up and reveal her opponent’s panties, Ichika would then lift a hand up to deliver a swift and hard smack right to her exposed but cheek!

What a terrible start for Ayame’s match, the woman not only got yanked by her hair and subjected to a very decent amount of pain, Ichika also showed no remorse about that nasty trick, nor she did when she tossed Ayame to the ground. With a sound thud the model faceplanted on the mat, her hands reaching to her face to check if everything was alright in there. Her face felt like burning from pain, but embarrassment joined the party as Ichika used her chance to lock her on position and folded Ayame’s skirt up.

“Whaa? Heeey, stop! Nooo!!” Ayame protested almost pouting at her rivals scornful behavior, deep embarrassment taking over her as her panties were displayed for everyone to see. That couldn’t be happening, not to her! How was it possible to find someone so bent on evil like Ichika? For the moment, Ayame couldn’t do anything but squirm in disgust and try her best to get free before Ichika would try getting more thorough in her treatment.

Ichika stood over the poor girl, holding her skirt in her hand as she repeatedly brought it down across her exposed butt. Her screams for her stop was music to her ears and only spurred her on to do more as a sadistic smile curled on her face as her hand was beginning to sting with how much and how hard she was slapping Ayame's butt. But knowing that her opponent was feeling the brunt of it. But simple spanking was going to satisfy Ichika, she wanted to do more to the poor girl as she gave one final spank, adding all of her body weight twisting into her hand as she stepped away from Ayame.

She would delight in watching Ayame squirm on the mat, her lips still curled on her lips as she approached Ayame again to grab a handful of that luscious hair to yank her off of the mat. "Get up." she demanded as she would pull the defenseless girl towards the corner, shoving her into it back first as her plans to humiliate Ayame continued as she reached out to grab her by her top, as much skin as it displayed, she figured it could show off more as she tried to pry it apart!