Torra Shinjiro vs makoto sakurai (hentai match)

The sun was bright, the waves were flowing to shore, the seagulls were crying away, and the sand was hot and warm today.
Torra started to walk to the center of the ring at the beach, he was wearing his swim trunks, his long red hair was flowing through the wind of the summer wind, his red eyes were glowing due to the glare of the sun, *what a nice day to have a match.* He thought to himself, he agreed for a match with a woman called makoto sakurai, and this wasn't just a regular match its a hentai match.

Spoiler:

Makoto was backstage, wearing her swimsuit. It was unbelievable that they expected Makoto's first match to be one with such foul rules, especially since they asked her to forget about her usual attire. It was supposed to be a wrestling contest after all, not a "day at the beach". She paced back and forth before laying eyes on her opponent. Torra Shinjiro.
"So, you're the guy who I'm supposed to be wrestling today huh?" Makoto leaned against a wall, crossing her arms in a huff. Obviously not impressed. "I suppose this is the only way you'd be able to get your hands on a woman of my calibre after all."

Before she could berate the man, another approached them. "Five minutes until you're on, Ms Sakura"
"Well..." Makoto sighed as she started stretching to warm herself up. "I've never quite competed in an arena quite like this."

Torra Waited a few more minutes and then he saw her, and be couldnt help but blush at her as she walked towards the ring. *Wow shes beautiful and looks strong, this is gonna be a fun match.*
Her beautiful purple hair and red eyes looked great, but her body looked like a super model especially her long thicc legs, torra always had a thing with thicc legs but he snapped out of it once she climbed in the ring.
He walked towards her and extended his hand to offer a friendly handshake. "Oh hello you must be Makoto, pleased to meet you im torra and i hope we have a good hentai match, may the best fighter win."

Makoto's music hit the speakers, blaring loudly as she made her appearance at the top of the ramp. She looked disgusted to even be in such a stipulation, but the money was good. Not that she needed it. "Introducing first! Hailing from Japan! Makoto "Silk" Sakura!" the ring announcer made Makoto's presence known. As if all eyes weren't already on her. Surprisingly being cheered. Maybe it's because of the match type.

Makoto entered the ring under the bottom rope, she wasn't there to give the viewers a show. She was there to compete. This whole situation felt beneath her as she swatted the referee's hands away as they were going to "check" Makoto for weapons. Her eyes looked towards the stage as she leaned into the corner, her opponent's music hitting the speakers as he entered the arena. "And her opponent! He is Torra Shinjiro!"

Makoto looked at Torra's hand as he extended it towards his opponent, slowly lowering it with a single finger as she scoffed. "Pleasures all yours. Let's just get this over with." the two backed up into their corners as the referee rang the bell.

DING, DING, DING

Torra was kinda surprised by her attitude, but he let it slide since the bell rang as soon as he went back to his corner
"Ok let's dance!" he said playfully as he ran towards her and was gonna go for his classic face throw attack, it's a simple move that showed he means business.

Makoto analyzed her opponent's movements, moving her head out of the way as she pulled Torra's arm through and past her. Causing the man to wind up in her corner. Makoto leaned onto the ropes and feigned a yawn. "So aggressive..." she tutted to herself, using this time to strategize without having to rush in recklessly. She had all the confidence in the world and wasn't there to play around. In her mind, the sooner she could end the match. The better.

Torra was genuinely surprised that she's dodged it, and by her attitude, seeing her not taking this seriously, not at all, not one bi so this gave torra a idea, he went in for another punch but to her face, .... but this was just a fake punch just when it seems like he went for a punch to the face he suddenly swept her leg making her fall on the ground and then to prove he means business he quickly elbow dropped her.

The elbow collided with Makoto's chest before quickly being grabbed and rolled over into a crucifix, managing to roll through with it as she got up, keeping Torra locked in a front headlock, squeezing down on him before moving around to his back, transitioning into a Russian leg sweep, rolling herself backwards and onto her feet, she would follow up with a basement dropkick aimed for the mans back.

Torra smiled that his elbow dropped. But this was short lived by her grabbing his shoulder and in rolled into a cruifix.
She rolled with him in a headlock, he tried to break free but he can't and soon the Russian leg sweep hit and now he's on his stomach.

He wouldn't let her continue her attack, so when she went for a basement drop kick he quickly rolled to the side to dodge it and she fell, torra quickly got up and went for a knee to her face and if that hit he went in for a quick rub to her thighs, he liked thighs after all and this was a hentai match.

Makoto missed her dropkick, landing with a thud against the canvas, barely rolling herself out of the way of the incoming knee. She quickly composed herself and grappled the man. Has anyone ever won a Hentai match without resorting to sexual assaults? She thought to herself. It doesn't matter. She was gonna try anyway.

With a quick side headlock brushing his cheek against her breasts she tried to transition into a backdrop