Hawkeye vs Army Best of 5 Match 3: Hardstyle Hentai

Hardstyle Hentai Match
Match ends by pinfall or submission
Opponents must be forced to orgasm before they can be pinned or before a submission can count.

Riza Hawkeye...was not having a good day. The blonde beauty was sitting backstage, back and ribs fully healed from her last match, in her usual ring gear, having asked one of the backstage production crew to alert her when her music was being cued up.

Until then, she sat in the back, thinking over the match type Army had picked after hos victory in their last bout.

Hentai...fucking Hardstyle Hentai...fuck...

It was her own fault. Hubris. She got too cocky in their last fight, and it cost her, and now he picked the most humiliating match type he could.

...fuuuuuck...

In truth, it wasn't even the hentai itself that had her so out of sorts. She had been determined, when she left AFW, to get better and excel at every aspect of the sport, including the sexual aspects. Thus, on the indy scene, she had done hentai matches, against guys and girls. She even won some of them, and they could be enjoyable. She recalled one, against some young buck from...Ireland, she thought, little blonde guy named Ed, that was quite enjoyable...

Moving on...the problem, as she tied her boots, was that it was hentai...with Army.

It wasn't a new development or anything. She had an attraction to Army, even when they first met. His rugged good looks, incredible body, his personality, those muscles...mmmm...in truth, she'd even had a dream or three starring the Puerto Rican man...

But, those were dreams. This was an actual, real hentai match...in front of people. How far would they go? What if he wanted to go further? What if SHE wanted to go further? It was guaranteed to be...awkward...

A knock at the door distracted her, the crew member she had spoken too stepping inside. "Ok Miss Hawkeye, you're match is coming up next, music should be cued in...oh, why arent you ready?"

Hawkeye blinked, looking at her outfit, clad in her standard camo pants, boots, gloves, top and vest. Not the sexiest gear for a hentai match, but practical. "Umm...I am ready?"

The production member blinked back, realization dawning on him. "Oh...you must not have heard...um...when your opponent was making the rules for this match with the GM...he uh...added a rule."

Her eyes narrowed. "...What...rule?"

*minutes later*

Hawkeye was going to kill Army. Her music played, the heavy metal melody that normally pumped her up and inspired her doing nothing to distract her as she moved down the entrance ramp, bare feet stepping on cold metal, the audience catcalling at the ex-military woman as she entered the ring, clad in nothing but a pink silk robe, moving to the corner, awaiting her opponent so she could smack him properly for his added rule...

Swimsuits Only

So, this had been one of the most annoying weeks of Army’s life.

Sure enough, after Carmen and Felina heard about the match with Hawkeye, they’d given him no end of shit about it. Wagging fingers, disdainful looks, bursting into the occasional speeches, that sort of thing. He’d learned to tune that sort of thing out - it wasn’t the first time his sister and cousin tried to act like his parents - but it was particularly annoying here, with him trying to explain the situation in ways they would understand. Needless to say, it wouldn't click.

To be fair, he wasn’t 100% sure how’d he gotten into this situation, either. After that last match, squeezing that tight win over Hawkeye, he’d just kind of blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Half as a joke, half-thinking that it might just scare her into quite this whole thing early...and it did neither of those things. He’d even thrown in the swimsuit thing at the last minute, trying to rile her up, get at her, and...nothing, still.

She was still going through with this. Still doing it.

He could see her on a screen in the back, walking down the ramp, looking all kinds of pissed off. He wouldn’t be getting a warm reception, that much was clear, but it was what it was at this point. Might as well get to it.

His music hit and he came out a moment later, making his way down the ramp wearing nothing but his sandals and his swim trunks, with the Puerto Rican flag blazing across them. He kept his head held high and his eyes forward, even though the audience was, well, mixed with their opinions, at best. It seemed that they’d been divided into two camps with this series already, and they were both dug in hard.

He stretched, sighed, and slid in under the bottom rope, doing his best not to let any worry show. This would be hard enough without showing his hand early.

”So, last chance.”[/color] He rubbed his neck and took a step to the side, getting a view on her from another angle. Still nice. ”You sure you’re up for this? Could forfeit, give me another ‘W’, but…”

While Army was making his entrance, Hawkeye was in the corner, doing some breathing exercises, trying to calm herself. It would do her no good to run into this match angry and unfocused. Letting her emotions get to her helped cost her the submission match against Army, and it took weeks for her ribs to heal properly from that.

So she breathed, and relaxed, and watched Army enter the ring and honestly...felt a little bit flushed seeing the hunk, though considering what he was wearing, compared to what the production agent had found for her to wear, it was a bit of a letdown.

His attempt to get her to back down actually helped her calm down, and steel her resolve. He was right, after all, she COULD forfiet, COULD back down. But no. Aside from that meaning she'd have to win two matches in a row to win the series, it would also give Army the chance to make another match type, and pick something even more embarrassing.

"Appreciate the offer, but I didn't make my way back to Tension just to run from a fight." She said, starting to untie the sash on her thin robe, her voice taking on a somewhat more flirty tone as she prepared herself. "I'm a little disappointed Army, I was kind of hoping you'd put on something more skimpy for me...after all, I picked out something special for you..."

Not entirely true actually, as the production agent had found it for her among some spare clothes AFW kept around for photoshoots, claiming he couldn't find a one piece swimsuit. He was probably lying.

Taking a deep breath, the ex-soldier stripped off the robe entirely, tossing it outside of the ring, revealing her ring attire for the match.

Hawkeyes swimsuit attire:

Calling it skimpy would have been and understatement, as Hawkeye was clad in a thin, short cut, sporty one strap bikini top and thin bottoms, both a light shade of blue, showing off the womans legs in a way her baggy pants never did, and leaving little to the imagination.

Blushing, but trying to stay confident, the woman gave a little twirl,letting Army get a good look. "Well Army? Do you like it?"

”Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh…”

The Armando Rodriguez who existed before Hawkeye took her robe off and the one who came after were quite different people.

The one who came before was a more confident man. He’d thought his taunt might get to Hawkeye a bit - no, she wouldn’t quit, she was way too stubborn for that, but he felt it might’ve shaken her. A bit. Just a bit. When it didn’t, when she looked even calmer and confident than ever, he didn’t sweat it too much. She was probably just putting on a brave face. It’d be a whole different story on the inside. He stood there, proud, with a cocky smirk and folded arms.

And then her robe came off, and that Armando Rodriguez vansihed, only to be instantly replaced with one that had his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped.

He knew Hawkeye was hot. A mole could’ve seen that. What he wasn’t prepared for what just how hot she was. How that swimsuit complimented her toned legs. How it made her breasts jut out just right. How it fit her backside with a perfect curve. How it almost looked like she had the damn thing painted on.

She was gorgeous, and judging from the way she showed it off, she knew it. And he knew it, from the way he was gawking.

So much so that he didn’t even hear the referee, not at first. ”Army!” She gave him a hard shove on the shoulder. ”Army, are you ready?”

He shook his head to snap out of it and stepped back with a nod, getting his guard up. Just focus. Treat it like a regular match. Fists up, stance solid, eyes forward. Don’t look at her tits, don’t look at her tits, don’t…

Shit.

The slack jawed look on Army's face was a massive confidence booster for the ex-military woman, alleviating her previous concerns about her appearance. Rather than get her arms up, she started walking across the ring, hands on her hips, reminding herself to put one leg in front of the other, trying to accentuate her hips. "Guessing by that stunned look on your face, I'm guessing you like it. I'm glad. I got it special, just for you...Armando..." she said, attempting to at a little huskiness to her voice as she said his name, reaching out to stroke his arm as she reached him in the corner.

"You know, if you really wanted to have some hentai fun with me, you could have just asked..." she said, attempting a sultry tone as her hand softly rubbed up his arm and moved to his chest, standing a bit to the side so he could admire her curves. "If you'd like, instead of having to fight each other...you could just give up now and we could go backstage and...have some real fun?"

He wanted her, that was obvious, and if she could use that against him, convince him to back down and give her the win, that would save her the embarrassment of letting the crowd see them pleasure each other...and given she wanted him too, the idea of some backstage fun sounded good to her, if he'd go for it.

You know, Army had been originally feeling like this was a mistake, that he should’ve come out wearing something skimpier to match Hawkeye, but now? Nope, the swim trunks were definitely the right choice. They were just baggy enough to mask certain natural reactions that his body was having, and the absolute last thing he needed right now was to give her more rope to hang him with.

He jumped a bit at her touch, surprised she went for it, but he managed to calm himself after a second, taking a deep breath and shaking it off. It was just a ruse, a way to get to him. Wasn’t going to work. He wasn’t going to let it work. No way, no how.

”Yeeeeeeeeeeah...no.” He stepped back with closed eyes and cough, getting his head back on right. She was hot, but so what? He’d wrestled so many hot women. Dozens. Granted, he could remember any of them fitting so well into a bathing suit, or having thighs that were such a good balance of muscle, or had a tone in their voice that was just the right amount of cute and sexy, but so what?

Nothing he couldn’t handle, nothing he couldn’t handle.

”Yeah, nice try.” He took a step back and raised his arms getting into a grappling stance as the referee prepared to kick this off. Look at her eyes, Army. Just look at her eyes. ”Not falling for it. You’re not getting out of this that, easy.”

He started to circle around her as the referee called for the bell, more than ready for this match to start. That was what he kept telling himself, anyway.

"Ouch." Riza replied, small smirk on her face as the bikini clad woman got her arms up, a little disappointed, though not surprised, that her gambit hadn't worked. "First your bruise my ribs, now you bruise my ego. Really know how to make a girl feel special there Army."

Even with him deciding to still fight, she knew she still had messed with his head, just a little, just enough, and that was fine with her. Any advantage she could get over this powerful lummox, she'd take full advantage of. As the bell rang, she moved in, looking to lock up with him, despite knowing he was stronger than her. "Planning on squeezing me with those big strong arms of yours again? I bet you liked having my body pressed so tight against yours, didn't you?"

Just ignore her, just ignore her, just ignore her.

Army was trying his best to push Hawkeye’s words out of his head and focus on the task at hand, but damn, she was not making it easy. Her hooks were in deep, and every little word she said was just making it worse. There was only one way to make her shut up, that he could see: take the fight straight to her.

Thankfully, that was the plan.

She came at him with arms open, looking for a lockup, and his first thought was to take her up on that, but her words made him change plans. Too obvious, too open, too easy for whatever she was planning. Instead, he rushed in, dipped low, and tried to swing around behind, hoping to pull her in tight for a waistlock, squeeze her that way.

At least he had less of her ‘artillery’ to deal with back there.

Her attempt at a grapple was denied, as Army, always quicker than his size would make someone think, managed to slip in behind the former solider, those same strong arms she had mentioned wrapping around her waist, making her squeak a little, being very aware of how much skin she was showing as he held her tight.

Still, she could USE that. If he thought she was done messing with him just because he wasn't face to face with her, he was mistaken. "Heh, oh I know what your doing..." she said teasingly, leaning her body back, so she was backfirst against his bare chest, reaching up and behind her to rub the back of his head, while, most importantly, she intentionally pressed her butt against his crotch, starting, with a blush, to rub against it a little. "Didn't figure you for an ass man, big guy..."

All that wrestling training paid off, in the end - he’d always had good footwork as a boxer, and in wrestling that translated to a solid step in, able to get around opponents and catch them far faster than they ever expected. Hawkeye was fast, yeah, but he had good, explosive speed, and that would always work in his favor.

Now, he had her, he just had to...um…

Okay, he knew that her rubbing up against him would feel good, but he was a little take aback by how good it felt. Such a warm rub, hot and heavy, and there was no way that Hawkeye couldn’t notice how well his body was reacting to it. His mind ran with possibilities, thinking of a dozen ways he could get out of this - a simple German Suplex would do the trick, easy. But his brain and his body couldn’t quite get on the same page.

It led to an awkward, wasted moment of him just holding her there, nice and tight, keeping her clenched. Not the worst position, really, but not something that was putting him on the road to winning this match, exactly.

Definitely not a good sign.