PrefaceWelcome to a tale from the Matron's Stand Era (MSE), a unique universe where conflicts are resolved through physical confrontations between women. In this world, all disputes and conflicts are settled not in courtrooms or battlefields, but through direct, all sorts of mutual combat between women. Each story in this series explores the nuances and complexities of this alternate reality.
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Now, let's step into the MSE and unfold another chapter of this compelling world.Tilted Honor: A League of Legends FeudThe tension in Jake's room was palpable as he and Brian, headsets on, were immersed in their final League of Legends ranking match. Their characters maneuvered through the Summoner's Rift, but things were not going well. They had been on a losing streak all night, and this game was crucial - a win would maintain their Diamond league status, a loss would mean demotion.
As their champions started really getting ganked, frustration mounted. Brian's usually steady hands fumbled at the keyboard, direct leading to a critical error causing their defeat. The screen flashed their demotion, and the room's atmosphere shifted from tense to toxic.
"What were you even thinking, Brian?!" Jake's voice rose in anger, his eyes fixed on the screen, disbelief etched on his face.
"Me? Maybe if you'd actually landed your ult properly for once, we wouldn't be getting wrecked!" Brian shot back, his tone defensive and equally heated.
"You're the one who got caught out of position!" Jake retorted, standing up abruptly, his chair clattering behind him.
"Fuck you! Fucking beta incel!" Brian's words only fueling Jake's anger as the argument spiraled.
Outside in the hallway, Sophie heard the rising voices of her older brother and his friend. Fearing they might break the MSE code and come to blows, she crept closer to Jake's bedroom door. As the argument reached its peak, Brian's next words caught her attention.
"We can settle this MSE style, Jake. Mia will stand for me. You got anyone?" Brian challenged, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Jake paused, his mind racing. He didn't have a hot girlfriend like Brian, but there was his sister Sophie. She had fought for him before, though she wasn't the most skilled fighter. He remembered noting in the morning how her body had really changed recently, her form filling out, hinting at the strength she might now possess.
"Fine," Jake conceded, "Sophie will fight for me!"
Sophie, hearing her name, quickly retreated to her room, pretending to be unaware of the brewing conflict. Moments later, Jake's voice called her. She ran down and entered his room, feigning surprise.
"Brian's girlfriend Mia is going to stand for him. I need you to stand for me," Jake explained, his tone urgent but hopeful.
Sophie nodded, a mix of excitement and apprehension in her eyes. "Okay, Jake. I'll do it. Let's go with submission wrestling."
Jake relayed this to Brian, who was already on the phone with Mia. "The sister says she wants submission wrestling," he said.
On the other end, Mia listened, curiosity piqued about her opponent. "Tell me about her," Mia prompted.
Brian glanced towards Sophie, a smirk forming on his lips. "She's Jake's little baby sister, just turned 18. She's... well, she's grown up quite a bit. Definitely got the curves in all the right places, if you know what I mean. But she's not that bright and I doubt she’s much of a fighter."
Mia's confidence swelled. "Okay baby, add hair pulling. You know that’s my specialty," she declared, a sly grin on her face.
Brian relayed this back, and Jake hesitated, looking at his sister. Sophie bit her lip but nodded. "Fine, hair pulling it is."
Mia rolled up to Jake's house in her small, somewhat battered hatchback, the vehicle's worn appearance contrasting sharply with her confident demeanor. She stepped out, her outfit catching the eye: tight, sexy leggings paired with a form-fitting top that accentuated her athletic physique. Her raven hair fell tied up in a tight ponytail, framing a face marked by sharp, striking features. Standing at about 1.65 meters and weighing around 55 kilograms, Mia carried herself with an air of undeniable assurance.
As she approached the door, Jake opened it, his expression a mix of apprehension and anticipation. Mia walked in, her gaze immediately locking with Sophie's, who stood hesitantly in the living room.
Sophie, in her tight pajamas that revealed more of her recent physical development than she realized, looked up at Mia. Her pajamas, once loose, now hugged her curves, emphasizing her fuller figure. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a youthful face filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. Though slightly shorter than Mia, standing at about 1.60 meters and weighing roughly 61 kilograms, Sophie's more voluptuous form contrasted with Mia's lean, athletic build.
As Mia stepped closer, Sophie stiffened but didn’t back down, meeting Mia chest to chest. The air between them crackled with hostility, each girl sizing the other up. Sophie's green eyes met Mia's dark steely gaze, both girls starting to get an adrenaline rush.
Jake watched his sister, a knot in his stomach, while Brian stood next to Mia, his eyes flickering with a mix of pride and excitement. His attitude towards Mia was openly flirtatious, his admiration for her fighting prowess and attitude mixing in with his physical attraction to the bombshell ravenhaired fighter.
Without a word of warning, Mia lunged forward, her hands aiming for Sophie's hair catching her off guard. With a swift movement, Mia's fingers entangled in Sophie's auburn locks, pulling sharply.
"Ow! Let go!" Sophie cried out, wincing in pain but refusing to be subdued. She countered, grabbing a handful of Mia's raven hair. The two girls tugged at each other, their faces contorted in determination and discomfort.
Their bodies clashed, the difference in experience evident yet balanced by Sophie's unexpected vigor. Sophie, slightly shorter but more voluptuous, used her body weight to push against Mia. Mia, lean and athletic, countered by trying to twist Sophie's arm behind her back.
The sound of their struggle filled the room - heavy breathing, the rustling of clothing, and occasional grunts of exertion. Mia managed to hook her leg around Sophie's, attempting to trip her, but Sophie stood her ground, her pajamas stretching and clinging to her form with each movement.
Jake and Brian watched intently, the scene unfolding before them a mix of combat and physicality. Their eyes followed the entwining bodies, the struggle a display of both strength and desperation. Brian, in particular, seemed captivated by Mia's prowess, his gaze following her every move with a mix of admiration and arousal.
Sophie, with a sudden burst of energy, pushed forward, causing both girls to stumble to the ground. The impact sent a muffled thud through the room. On the carpet, their bodies grappled for dominance, limbs entangled. Sophie, now on top, tried to pin Mia's shoulders down, but Mia's legs were quick to respond, wrapping around Sophie's waist in a vice-like grip.
The close contact of their bodies, the strain of muscles against each other, created a scene that was as intense as it was intimate. Sophie’s face was flushed red with effort, her breaths coming in short gasps as she struggled against Mia's hold. Mia, underneath, showed a flicker of surprise at Sophie's resilience, her own face set in a determined grimace.
Mia, seizing an opportunity, shifted her weight, rolling over and reversing their positions. Now on top, she sought to secure Sophie’s arms, her body pressing down on Sophie’s. Sophie wriggled beneath her, the tight fabric of her pajamas accentuating her curves with each movement.
“Fucking give you cxnt?” Mia taunted, a smirk on her lips. Sophie, gritting her teeth, replied with determination, “I’m not done yet!”
Their struggle continued, a dynamic display of pushing, pulling, and tactical maneuvering. Each movement was a testament to their determination – Mia’s experience pitted against Sophie’s tenacity. The boys watched, captivated and tense, as the fight unfolded, a vivid embodiment of the passion and intensity that defined the MSE world.
Mia, now gaining the upper hand, maneuvered skillfully atop Sophie. With a strategic twist, she managed to free one of her arms, reaching down to grip Sophie's hair more firmly. Sophie, her face contorted with discomfort, tried to buck Mia off, but Mia's weight and experience kept her pinned.
Sophie's pajamas, already tight, seemed to stretch further, outlining her form as she struggled beneath Mia. Mia, in her form-fitting leggings and top, moved with a calculated grace, her muscles tensing and relaxing with each effort to subdue Sophie.
The sound of their scuffle – the shuffling on the carpet, the occasional grunt of exertion – was punctuated by their sharp breaths. Brian watched Mia, his eyes tracing the lines of her body as she fought, a mix of pride and excitement evident on his face. Jake, meanwhile, was on edge, his sister's plight stirring a cocktail of emotions within him.
Sophie, realizing brute force wouldn't free her, attempted a different tactic. She twisted suddenly, aiming to use Mia's momentary imbalance to her advantage. For a brief moment, it seemed to work – Mia wobbled, her grip loosening.
Seizing the opportunity, Sophie managed to roll, reversing their positions once again. Now on top, she tried to pin Mia's wrists to the ground. Mia, surprised by Sophie's sudden maneuver, briefly found herself on the defensive.
Their bodies collided and slid against each other as they fought for control. Sophie's pajamas and Mia's leggings allowed little traction, adding a layer of challenge to their grappling.
Mia, not one to be underestimated, quickly regained her composure. With a swift move, she wrapped her legs around Sophie's midsection, squeezing tightly. Sophie gasped, the pressure momentarily taking her breath away. Mia then used her legs' leverage to flip them over, reclaiming the top position.
In a final effort, Mia secured a hold around Sophie's neck, applying just enough pressure to signal her impending victory. Sophie, her energy waning, realized the futility of further resistance. With a final, strained breath, she tapped out, signaling her surrender.
Mia released her hold, both girls panting heavily, their bodies glistening with exertion. Mia sat back on her heels, a look of satisfaction crossing her face. Sophie lay there in pain and out of breath for a moment befor she raised to her feet.
The room was still silent except for the heavy breathing of the combatants. Sophie, her defeat sinking in, felt a surge of emotions overwhelm her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at her torn pajamas, noticing strands of her auburn hair scattered across the carpet. The physical reminders of her loss were too much. Without a word, she turned and quickly left the room, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Mia, meanwhile, stood up composed and businesslike, a hint of exhilaration in her eyes. She turned to Brian, who was looking at her with a mix of awe and desire. Stepping closer, she shared an intimate, celebratory kiss with him, their connection palpable. Pulling back, she asked with a cocky smirk, "Is that all?" Her tone suggested that the fight, and its aftermath, were not just a duty for her but a source of excitement and pleasure.
After Mia's departure, the house returned to a quiet normalcy. Brian and Jake, now alone, glanced at the space where the fight had taken place, a subtle understanding passing between them.
Jake let out a long breath, a mixture of relief and contemplation. "Well, that's done. I’m sorry man. I will try to improve and make sure I hit my ults next time," he said, his voice carrying a hint of resignation. Brian nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah, man. Sounds good."
They moved back to Jake's room, the tension from earlier now dissipated. As they settled back in front of the computer, diving back into League of Legends, there was a sense of closure.
As they resumed their game, the familiar sounds of keyboard clicks and on-screen action filled the room.The intense physical confrontation between their girlfriend and sister from moments ago was just another everyday occurrence. In the MSE, such conflicts and resolutions were woven into the fabric of daily life, a testament to the community's unique way of handling disputes and maintaining harmony.
There they sat In the glow of the computer screen, a subtle reminder that in their world, life went on, and so did the matches - both virtual and real.
