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Changing in Hell’s Arena 3

Shirou sighed as he went home, keeping his eye on his surroundings as he did. There could be someone watching him with a familiar or something. Ever since the Holy Grail War had started and he had summoned Saber, he had been forced to be more aware and think of how he interacted with people. The revelation that he had to deal with and the connections that it had with the Fuyuki Fire still rattled his mind and made him wonder what might happen next. While the sun was out, he could breathe a little easier. Once it became night, then the War would begin again in earnest and he had no idea what new surprise he should expect tonight. He had already seen a few of the Servants and he had to deal with any unwelcome surprises like Shinji being a part of the Holy Grail War.

The young man looked around, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. Even at school, it had proven to be dangerous. Shinji had revealed himself to be a master, and there was the magic circle that had been set up at school.

As he was walking, Shirou noticed a bright piece of paper that was taped to one of the street lights. Curiosity got the better of the young man and he stepped closer to get a better look at it and saw that it was an advertisement for a wrestling league called Hell's Arena.

Shirou couldn’t recall ever seeing a wrestling league division named that in his life, but he didn’t follow the wrestling league. He didn’t have any major interest in what happened in the wrestling world and focused more on the kendo and the archery circles, and that was more because of his friends, who were part of those circles.

The redhead looked down at the flier in his hand. His first thought was to go and put it back, but he stopped. Instead, he looked at the flier again and stuffed it into his bag for safekeeping. It might not mean much at the moment, but the flier did look nice. The young man continued his walk home, picking the pace to make up for the lost time. He didn’t want to lose out in case Rin beat him home because he might get another lecture from her if he did.

As Shirou walked, his mind imagined a wrestling ring, two competitors staring each other down, and then doing their best to live up to the cheering of the crowd. More wrestling moves came to his mind as he walked and imagined them happening in a match. A grin crossed his face at how cool those few times that he had seen them were.

The moment he got home, Shirou wondered what he would do for the rest of the night. The first thought was that he had to go and try to relax before night came. He was sure that it would be another chaotic night with Saber and Rin wanting to explore the city. Since Saber wasn’t in the room, she should still be asleep. The blonde girl had been focused on conserving all of the energy that she could because the connection between the two of them wasn’t as good as it should be. Shirou hoped that they would be able to fix it and that she would be able to fight at their best. Until then they had to be careful since she wasn’t at full power.

Shirou wondered what he should do now, but then the flier came to his mind. He pulled it out and looked it over again. He hummed as he looked at the address and realized that it wasn’t too far from them.

“It couldn’t hurt to look at it and see it for myself,” Shirou told himself. Besides this would give him something to do and the more he thought about it, the cooler it seemed to him. How often would someone be able to see a wrestling match in person, especially one that was for a person’s debut match?

Shirou looked at the time and quietly got ready to leave the house. He didn't want any of the others to go out with him. He didn't think that any of the other Masters or Servants would find him if he was fast enough. It wasn't as if he was going out past midnight. Maybe if he was fast enough then he would be able to get back home before the others were to get here. If he didn’t he was sure that he would be in for quite the lecture from the pair. Still, if something were to happen then he was sure that he would be able to call on with a Command seal. It might not be optimal, but he was sure that it wouldn’t be too bad if they could get out of it in one piece.

The young man ran across town, hoping that his time wouldn’t be wasted, or that he would run into an enemy servant. It would be a pain if he got there, and found out that it would all be for nothing. That he had put his life on the line only to find out that the place was a hoax.

“What am I doing?” Shirou questioned. He couldn’t quite understand why he was putting his neck on the line to go see a wrestling show, but the more he thought about it, the more enticing he thought it would be. Sure wrestling was cool and all, but that didn’t mean that he should go out of his way when he was in the middle of a death tournament with his life on the line….Shouldn’t it?

Still, the thought of going to a wrestling match and seeing a true fight was just something that he couldn’t pass up the more he thought about it. The excitement, what he could learn, it all called to him just like helping others. A faint memory from long ago rushed forward, one where he heard a student talk about their heroes and they mentioned a famous wrestler.

“Wrestlers are heroes to some,” Shirou muttered. He recalled hearing some students and how they went on about the matches that they had and the storylines. It might have been a performance but to some, it had touched their lives so much that it had inspired others and saved their lives.

Shirou smiled. There was no way that he could afford to let this go. This was an opportunity and he wasn’t going to let it go. Fuji-nee wanted him to see more and grow as a person, and he was sure that his older sister would approve of him going out to show and expand his interests.

The redhead saw a building lit up, with lights moving around. There was a crowd of people outside, some dressed in finer clothes than others. There was also an address off to the side and a sign lit up that said Hell’s Arena.

Shirou looked down at the address on it, making sure that he had found the right place, even if there was a sign that it was. The last thing that he wanted to do was wander into the wrong place and find out that he had entered a place that he shouldn’t have. The young man entered the building. He saw a crowd of people sitting amicably, eagerly talking with each other.

Shirou felt a little out of place considering how enthused the rest of the people seemed in comparison to him. From the way that they were acting and all, he would have thought they were going to see more than just a young woman trying to become a wrestler for a league. The arena wasn’t full, and the redhead was pleased to see that there wasn’t a match going on. He looked at the time on his phone again, wondering for the hundredth time if he had made it on time and he was pleased to see that he was a little early. The young man found a desk up front selling tickets and quickly got one.

“Thank you for your patience everyone,” a woman’s voice came over the intercom. The opening match will be starting soon. Please take your seats.”

The people around him quickly funneled into the building and Shirou quickly followed the crowd, hoping that he would be able to get a good seat. The young man wondered how big the inside of the stage was and how the seating would be. They entered the arena and the young man was surprised by the large and comfortable-looking leather seats that even seemed able to recline.

The young man was thankfully able to get a seat that would let him see everything that was happening in the front row and give him a good view of the jumbotron. The young man was surprised by how comfortable the seats were and then blinked when he saw that the seats even could recline. It was so high class and felt almost homey with how he could lounge in his seat.

Shirou wondered if he would be able to find a concession stand. If the prices were nice then he could grab a drink or something if there was an intermission. He hadn’t had anything since he got home and a snack would do him some good and help fill his stomach until he could get something later.

The lights dimmed down and Shirou gulped as he braced himself for what he might see. His stomach coiled in excitement and he could hear everyone else around him start muttering eagerly. He couldn’t make out the words, and it only got harder with how low rock music suddenly started to fill the room.

“For our opening act, she is the pinnacle of our wrestling league. You know her, you love her, the undefeated champion, and one of the sexiest ladies alive! Introducing the current champion of the ring, Nela!” An unseen announcer cheered.

Smoke came out from the stage and a buxom white-haired woman with bright blue eyes strutted down the stage, much to the crowd's cheer. She wore the smallest and tightest pair of shorts that he had ever seen and a small flamed bikini top that did nothing at all to hide just how immense her breasts were. Her right arm was covered in a reptilian glowing demonic arm, adding more to her exotic appearance.

Shirou blushed at seeing such a beautiful and sexy woman that oozed confidence and sex. He couldn't help but watch how she moved, the way that her breasts and butt bounced and how it was all exposed to the world. Her body exuberated such sexual confidence that would have drawn men to her with ease, and even he was pulled into her powerful aura as if she was a goddess. His eyes were drawn to her massive set of breasts that seemingly called his eyes to look at them.

Nela blew kisses at the crowd and sauntered around the ring with a skip in her step. The young man flushed as his eyes were drawn to the way she rolled her hips and the prominent bounce of her bust. She had a bright warm smile on her face that told the red-haired boy, that she was having the time of her life doing so.

“Well I guess this is one way that they stay open,” Shirou commented as he struggled to focus on anything else but the enticing sexual bombshell of a champion.

Nela’s eyes landed on Shirou and the smile that she had brightened ever so slightly. She winked at him, and the redhead felt his face darken. He might have been focused on becoming a hero, but that didn't mean that he couldn’t see the appeal that a woman like her had.

The young man jumped at the sight of what he could only call a monster. It crawled into the arena on all fours, chittering like a giant insect. Shirou’s body tensed, ready to leap into the ring to help her, but then he noticed how the people were reacting. None of them were shocked or terrified. If anything, all of them looked excited. He relaxed slightly in his seat but kept a vigil in case it proved to be too much for her.

The white-haired woman chuckled as she cracked her neck, her grin just as confident and proud as when she first appeared. She turned and got into a fighting stance, but she didn’t retreat. If anything, the confidence that she had only seemed to intensify as she stared down at the beast.

The monster lunged at her, and with the expert ease of someone who had fought for many years, she was easily able to grab the beast's limb. She twisted her body and sent her foe flying across the stage.

Yet, Nela didn’t let it end there. She moved and picked her opponent off of the ground with expert ease. She kicked them off of the ground her opponent bounced into the rope of the arena. Nela refused to give her foe a moment to breathe and chased after them. She extended her arm and her bicep bashed into their face. The young woman pinned their opponent against the bar and wailed on her opponent with a grin. Her foe brought their leg up and tried to kick her away, but Nela was able to avoid the attack without any issue.

Her foe charged, their arms raised, but instead of waiting for her opponent to get closer, the champion rushed forward and grabbed her foe's biceps. Instead of pushing them back, Nela rolled onto her back and then kicked her off. The young woman quickly got up and did an elbow drop right on its chest earning a loud screech.

Shirou’s jaw dropped at the unexpected sight. He hadn’t expected her to be able to counter that at all. The young man looked around and continued to admire the match and everything that he was seeing. The way that the silver-haired woman moved was nothing short of spectacular. Every move was nothing short of masterful. Her instincts were sharp enough that she waited till the last second to dodge every time, and did so with ease. No matter what her foe had tried, Nela had an answer for it and retaliated without even a slight hint of trouble.

The more he watched her wrestle, the more that he couldn’t help but see a similarity with Saber. Sure the way that the two of them fought was different from each other, but it did nothing to take away from it. Both of them moved with grace and refinement, a certainty in their moves that he lacked. He couldn’t help but watch, wondering if he would be able to fight with the same gusto, experience, and skill that they did.

Shirou could only get further drawn in as the fight went on, the glee crowd of people getting infectious. He kept wanting to see her destroy her foe as if she was a hero protecting the audience from a monster. What only served to enhance it was the costume of her opponent, was how well it was made. It looked almost like he was watching a real monster fight her. No matter how hard he tried to find some sort of zipper, stitch to tell him how they could take the costume off, he just couldn’t find it.

“They went all out with the monster costumes at least,” Shirou smiled. It reminded him of some of the cartoons he watched when he was a kid where the hero would fight against the monster. The sheer confidence and the way that Nela, the hero in this match dominated the fight only further add to the intrigue and majesticness of her fight. He was half tempted to join in the match so that he could support her but he didn’t want to find out how bad it would be if he did. He was sure that he would be thrown out of the building if the crowd didn’t get him first.

The monster ran forward and Nela grabbed the monster with her demonic appendage. In a surprising show of strength, she lifted her foe off the ground and slammed them down onto the stage. A sickening crack from the stage, made Shirou wince for a moment, but the excitement of the crowd made him relax. Smoke filled the stage as the monster lay there, defeated after everything that the champion had put it through.

Nela swept her hair to the side and shot another victorious look at the crowd who roared in approval as the smoke disappeared. Even Shirou found himself joining in the excitement and letting out a bellowing roar of approval. When the smoke cleared there was no sign of the other wrestler and Shirou relaxed. Her opponent must have used the smoke as cover and used a secret stage to get away without anyone noticing.

“Man whoever was in the suit, sure is a tough guy,” Shirou muttered. He knew that he would have been reeling from that attack if he had been on the receiving end of it.

“Now anyone who has ever seen a match with me before knows that I was holding back, and this guy wasn’t a good fight like Kiriko is. But that should give you all an idea of what we expect even when rookies join Hell's Arena,” Nela started. “I have no doubt they will be able to entertain you just as well as me and Kiriko, but whether they are just as sexy is entirely on you.”

As if to prove her point, Nela struck another pose and blew a kiss to the crowd, which earned another cheer from everyone, even Shirou. Shirou’s face darkened, unable to tear his eyes off her prominent bust that looked like it would have been able to suffocate a man with ease. He had no idea who this Kiriko was but could assume that she was another wrestler for Hell's Arena.

Shirou’s eyes all but sparkled now that the fight was over. Everything about that brawl had been nothing short of amazing. The way that she moved, how she fought, all of it was so mystifying that he couldn’t help but smile.

He wondered if there was anything that he could do to get into wrestling. He was sure that his school had a wrestling club or something that he could join and that would be a start. There might be another beginning division or something that he could join and then he would be able to wrestle as well to get more experience under his belt. Shirou was sure that it would be painful at the start, but that the fun would make up for it.

“Now please enjoy a brief intermission to stretch your legs in the meantime,” the same announcer voiced.

Again the crowd got up and Shirou did as well. The young man needed to stretch his legs for a moment, and couldn’t wait to see the next fight. Now was the perfect time to see if he could find a concession stand and get a nice snack or drink before the next fight began.

As he went through the building, Shirou smiled the whole time, recalling Nela’s clash with her opponent and every move she made with excited glee. He could say with honesty that coming here had been a great decision. If Rin or Saber got angry with him then he would endure their lecture. With how good the show was it was worth coming here and dealing with whatever happened next.

He wandered through the halls trying to get it all mapped out in his head so that he knew where everything was. The young man didn’t know how long the next match would be but he would prefer to find the bathroom before a match was in full swing. It would suck if he had to run out on a match at a high point and scramble to find a bathroom.

“Ahh fuck,” a familiar saucy voice spoke, getting Shirou’s attention.

The young man turned and walked in the direction that it came from and to his surprise, he saw that it was Nela and a formally dressed woman. Both of them had frowns on their face, and the redhead could only blink at how strange it looked for the Nela to have such an expression. It was such a contrast from the happy, playful, and flirty personality that showed on the stage that his heart felt like it was being crushed.

“What are we going to do?” the bespectacled woman muttered. “Who knows when she’ll get here with a flat tire, it could be hours.”

“I could always go on again,” Nela offered. “I’m still good for another round. We both know that this isn’t anything I’ve done before.”

“Normally that might work, but we promised them that a new wrestler would show up tonight. Some might feel like they were cheated since they only got to see you again, even if you are a crowd pleaser.”

“Could I help?” Shirou questioned.

The busty women turned at once to Shirou, the young man jumped at how swiftly they turned to look at him. Shirou gulped as he saw their immense busts, especially Nela’s jiggle and he immediately went hard.

Kyrie frowned and looked Shirou over. The brunette’s expression became more severe. The auburn-haired boy frowned.

“Are you sure that you are willing to? Wrestling can be a dangerous sport and shouldn’t be taken lightly,” Kyrie advised.

“I might not be an expert, but I’m willing to do what I can to help out. There’s a lot of people here who came and it would be sad if all of them were disappointed and couldn’t see the show,” Shirou admitted and then turned to Nela. “And you inspired me a little to get into wrestling. I didn’t have much interest before, but now you make me want to go and join a wrestling team, to learn more about wrestling, and maybe even make a career out of it one day.”

“...I say we let him do it Kyrie,” Nela said with a cheery grin. “He’s definitely got the heart of a true wrestler inside of him if he wants to do this for the people. What’s your name kid?”

“Shirou Emiya,” Shirou smiled and his eyes all but sparkled in glee. He felt nice hearing a compliment like that from her. He looked at the other woman, wondering what she was thinking and hoping that she would say yes. It might seem like a bad idea, but there was no way that he could let the show end like this. Not if there was any way to save it.

“...You’re a lifesaver,” the woman smiled genially.

Shirou smiled, happy that he was able to help them out. It was the least that he could do for them. This might have been his first day here, but he wasn’t going to let the wonders of wrestling go out while he was around. He would try to put on the best show that he could for them, though he doubted that he would be able to compare to Nela.

“Wait right here one moment, I need to get some papers,” Kyrie said, and quickly walked away.

The redhead blinked at how swiftly she moved, despite the high heels that she wore. He didn’t know that a girl could move that fast in them.

“Thanks for being willing to do this,” Nela smiled. “You got spunk, and that’s going to take you far in life. Since you never wrestled before, why don’t I give you a couple of tips? Any help that you can get will certainly help you out.”

Shirou beamed in glee, happy that he could get a one-on-one training session. Well, it might not be a full training session, but he was getting some lessons from her, and getting it from a pro wrestler like her would certainly help. He was going to need it for whoever his opponent might be.

Nela began showing him some small holds that he could use that were simple but effective and Shirou greedily listened to her as he copied her, taking in every little bit of information that he could. It felt strange to the young man to move his body in ways, holding the poses and then going to a relaxed form, before going back into it. Nela slowly had him copy her moves, and the young man did to the best of his ability. She told him what he should do and how his posture could affect everything, but also made sure that his mind was strong enough for anything that might happen during it since mental strength was just as important in wrestling as having a good fit body.

Footsteps broke their little mini-training session, and the champion and wannabe hero turned to see it was Kyrie. She had a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. She adjusted some of her loose hair and looked at Shirou intently.

“I need you to sign this. If something were to happen to you in the ring then we will be covering any injuries you sustain, but also an agreement you can’t sue us for negligence or any injuries you sustain,” Kyrie explained as she held out a pen and the paper. “This is also proof that you are older than 18. We are not going to just throw some kid in the ring no matter how desperate we are.”

The young man blinked when he saw the age requirement portion and was about to say that he was too young, but blinked as a sudden wave of nausea came over him. Unknown to the young man, Shirou suddenly started getting older. He gulped and shook his head as he grew a little taller, the sleeves of his shirt stretching across his arms. His face lost the last steps of puberty as it refined and matured, gaining a sharpness that wasn’t there before. His age finished changing when he became 22 years old, the prime of his life.

“Done,” Shirou said slowly and then wondered mentally. ‘Why did I get confused about my age for a moment?’

“Perfect,” Kyrie smiled, and quickly put the contract away.

“Awesome!” Nela cheered. “If you’re going to wrestle then we need to get you an outfit to wear first. The flashy and unique outfits are part of the charm after all.”

“Clothes?” Shirou questioned.

“C’mon I’ll take you to the dressing room. Kiriko and I got some spare clothes stored there if we feel like wearing anything else,” Nela said cheerfully as she grabbed Shirou’s arm and wrapped it around hers.

Shirou's face burned brightly as he was dragged to the room from the massive mammaries that he was now shoved against. He tried to slip his arm out of her hold so that he wasn’t pushed against her breasts but he couldn’t. It was as if his arms had been placed inside hardened cement with how little he could move them.

"C-can you let go of me please?" Shirou questioned.

"Nope got to make sure you don't wander off somewhere before your big debut," Nela giggled. "Just relax, enjoy the feeling of my bust, and we shall be there soon."

The redhead's face darkened to match his hair at her words, earning a delighted giggle from her. He turned his face to hide it from her, but all that did was make her giggle some more. Her gently bouncing bust was on the forefront of his mind, and a perverted part of him couldn't help but enjoy it, hoping that he would get to savor the feeling of her bust for a while.

“And here’s the dressing room,” Nela said and threw open the door.

Nela pulled him inside and Shirou blinked at the sight of so much clothing and the vanities to the side. The wall was lined with all sorts of costumes, fashion pieces, and accessories that he couldn’t but feel like he was in a store instead. The more he went over the outfits, the more his face darkened and he grimaced as he imagined himself wearing them. All the clothing here was clearly designed for…curvier women and would have shown off the wearer’s body remarkably well.

“Don’t you have anything a little less…revealing?” Shirou questioned, hoping that there was something in there that he could use. “We can’t let people know that I'm a guy since this is supposed to be a female wrestling league.”

“Sorry, but I know what I got and I like to flaunt it in stylish clothing,” Nela smiled and posed as if she was in front of a camera, making Shirou gulp as blood rushed down below. “Still I’m sure that we can get something pulled together just right that will look great on you while making sure nobody sees Shirou junior.”

Nela immediately began looking through her clothes, and Shirou did as well, hoping that he could find something that wouldn’t be too embarrassing to wear. They immediately threw out the bra and bikini tops knowing it bring too much suspicion from the crowd and exposed too much of his body. They also tossed aside the leotards, knowing that would show too much off. Thankfully they managed to find a blue and white sports bra, along with a corset, and short shorts that would go well together.

The young man studied the clothes that they had managed to gather. There were two fingerless gloves of varying lengths, one going all the way down his arm, and the other going down to his wrist. Both of them were a light blue color. She wore a pair of small blue short shorts and a tight-fitting corset with a matching sports bra. He wore a matching sports bra that hugged his chest tightly. It wasn’t the best, but it certainly wasn’t ideal.

“Alright, then you better get dressed. We are on the clock after all,” Nela said.

Shirou went into the bathroom and sighed as he took off his clothes. He stared at the clothes that he and Nela had chosen. The young man sighed as he gathered the will that he needed to put it on. It wasn't anything life-threatening, and yet his body locked up on him as if he was about to do something stupid.

"Think of the fans," Shirou muttered as he began to put on the clothes.

As Shirou put on the outfit, the young man never noticed that his skin was cleaning up as he did. As he put on the top, the moles and black spots on his body quickly disappeared, leaving new healthy skin. The hair that lined his upper body quickly disappeared as if it was being waxed off his body, leaving not even a shadow of hair behind. The same thing happened when he put on the pants, which immediately got rid of every imperfection as it traveled up his body. When it was over all of the hair that Shirou had below his eyebrows, even by his private parts was gone. Shirou’s skin had also been freed of all the moles and blackheads that he might have had.

He shuddered at the new sensitivity that his skin had and scrambled to put on the corset. His clothes clung to him a little tighter and rubbed against his softer, more delicate skin. The cold air went over his body and he breathed out as he tried to get himself under control.

Shirou moved to get the corset on but then frowned as he struggled to get it on. He tried to slip it onto the little hook, but it kept escaping his grasp before it could. He tried to turn it around so he could do it, but then he wouldn’t be able to turn it around. The redhead sighed and opened the door, seeing the grinning champion waiting for him.

“Nela, could you help me with the zipper? I’m having a bit of trouble, getting this one,” Shirou admitted.

“Alright suck it in,” Nela ordered as she zipped up the zipper on the corset.

Shirou winced at how tightly the corset was wrapped around her midsection. The top and bottom of the corset roughly dug into his body. There was a small bit of rolled-up flab there, showing that these clothes weren’t meant for him. The corset made him look a little more girly at least with how it added a tiny curve to his frame. There was even a small tiny flair to his hips and upper body with how tight it was that made him look more like a masculine girl.

The redhead looked into the mirror, and couldn't help but feel a little silly, wearing an outfit like this. It hugged his body tighter than anything that he ever wore. If had any womanly curves, he was sure that they would have been highlighted by the attire that he was wearing now. Yet, the more that he had studied himself in the mirror, the more he couldn’t help but like it.

“This…doesn’t look so bad,” Shirou commented.

“Yeah you look good,” Nela agreed. “Strike a pose.”

Shirou sheepishly did as he was told. He copied the pose that Nela had done earlier, putting one of her hands behind her back and the other on her hip. A small thrill went through him, but he knew that it wouldn’t have the same effect, not with how flat and boring his body was in comparison to her’s

“Tell me about yourself Shirou,” Nela said. “What do you want to be?”

“I…I want to be a hero,” Shirou answered honestly, bracing himself for the ridicule to come. He had been laughed at dozens of times and wouldn’t be surprised if it happened again. Still, no matter how childish it seemed he wouldn't give up his dream of being a hero.

“Nice!” Nela grinned. “I’m sure that if you put your mind to it you’ll be a real hero. You know some people have said that I’m their hero and that was a little weird admittedly, but it did feel nice.”

“Not that I don’t think wrestlers can be heroes or anything! It’s just…,” Shirou trailed off.

“It’s cool, don’t worry about explaining yourself, I know what you meant," Nela waved off. "Wrestlers are a different kind of hero than the ones that you’re talking about. We wrestlers have to entertain just as much as we tell a story. We make people forget what's going in the world and make sure that they have a good time. Either way, I’m sure that you’ll be one with your go-getter attitude.”

Shirou smiled gleefully, happy there was someone out there that believed in him as he mulled over her words. He never thought of it like that, that wrestlers were heroes and storytellers. The redhead thought that they were people who just beat people up in a ring for everyone’s entertainment. He never thought that there was anything more to it, but hearing it like that perhaps he was being a little demeaning towards the sport.

“We’re on the clock, so have to focus. We’ll apply just a little makeup, just enough to make you look a little more feminine,” Kyrie said as she grabbed some makeup from the vanity and began applying makeup to Shirou. "Hold still."

The young man’s face flushed in embarrassment as the secretary applied makeup to him. It was so strange having it applied to him, mainly because he never wore any before. He knew that if Shinji or anyone else saw him now then he would have been teased about it for years. Still, he was helping the people working here out, and that more than made up for the embarrassment he felt.

As Kyrie applied a little blush to the young man’s cheeks, the sharpness of his face softened. Shirou's jawline softened as Kyrie applied some blush to his cheeks. His cheekbones rose higher, highlighting his facial features. The young man’s nose let out a low crack, making the changing boy wince as it adjusted. When the secretary was happy with how the young man’s face had turned out, she quickly applied a small bit of lipstick, and his lips inflated as if they were having an allergic reaction. His lips swelled into large pillowy lips that added more to his female appearance, completing his face's change into that of a beautiful young woman who could have been on the front of a modeling magazine.

“And we’re done,” Kyrie said, pleased by how beautiful Shirou had turned out to be.

“We are?” Shirou questioned. “That went a little faster than I thought it would have.”

“It’s not how much makeup you wear, it's how you use it,” Kyrie said.

“I don’t think that no matter how much you use will make me look like a girl,” Shirou admitted sheepishly.

“Maybe in your body's entirety, but I shall let my work speak for itself,” Kyrie said, and turned Shirou to the mirror.

The redhead jumped at the sight of his altered face and blinked heavily. He leaned closer and raised his arm, and saw the reflection in the mirror copy him. He ran his hand down his face, observing the reflection intently in awe.

“Is that….me?” Shirou questioned. He reached out, wondering if the person that he was seeing in the mirror was him, or someone else. Every motion that he made his reflection copied the moment he did it.

"Of course, it is," Kyrie smirked. "And as you can see. No one will think you're a boy by your face."

“Ain’t Kyrie just a wonderful miracle worker,” Nela giggled.

“Yeah,” Shirou said as he brushed one of her hands down her cheeks. It almost didn’t seem real with how different he looked right now. In the right attire, he was sure that he might pass for a girl.

“Now then let’s get you into position. We only got a few more minutes until you have to go up,” Kyrie said and dragged Shirou out of the room.

“Once this is over, I’ll treat you to something nice and show you around as a big thank you,” Nela promised. "You're really saving our bacon here and deserve a hero's reward."

“Not a problem and thank you for the lessons!” Shirou cried before Kyrie pulled her out of the room.

The moment Shirou and Kyrie left the room, Nela burst into loud giggles. She lounged in the chair that Shirou sat in and brushed her hair to the side and smiled.

“Hope those wrestling tips help you out in your match, kid. And welcome to the wrestling league Shirou, I’m sure that you’ll be much happier with your new lot in life,” Nela laughed. "Especially now that you're on the feminine side."

Shirou sighed as Kyrie him to wherever they were going. He wondered how much further it would be before they finally arrived. They stopped outside of a long hall. Two red curtains prevented him from seeing what was beyond, but it didn’t matter. The redhead didn’t need to peek outside to know that it would lead the wrestling ring. He could hear the crowd eagerly waiting for the next match and his heart pounded slightly. He felt like a kid back in elementary school about to perform with the rest of his class with how excited and energized he was.

“There’s one last thing that we need,” Kyrie stated.

“What is it?” Shirou questioned.

“You need a name to go by, at least for a disguise. I don’t think you would be happy if we just went with Shirou for this,” Kyrie stated. “Do you have a name would like to use?”

Shirou bit his lips as he tried to think of something that would be a good name. If this was going to be online or recorded for people for people to see he needed something to throw people off if they did recognize him. He sighed. “I don’t have any ideas.”

“Then how about these names, Shirley, Emily, Shirouko, Shirona, Shion, Shizu,” Kyrie rambled off.

Shirou rolled the names in his mind, trying to think of what sounded the best. He immediately crossed off Shirouko because it didn’t sound right and was too close to her original name for her liking. He tossed out the American names as well since she wasn’t used to them. Shizu, Shirona, and Shion sounded the best among those names. He hummed as he rolled the last couple of names over and finally decided on the one that he wanted.

“Maybe…Shirona?” Shirou said. It felt a little on the nose, but it felt like it would be a good fit.

“Alright, then I’ll let the announcer know to go with that. Just try to relax until it's your time to go on,” Kyrie said, getting a nod from Shirou. “When you hear your name, Shirona, just walk on stage and enter the ring.”

Shirou breathed in and out, as he tried to calm himself down as she walked away. His nerves continued to build the longer that he was there. He tried to keep his composure, but he couldn’t. This would be a fight, and unlike all of the other times that he had been thrown into a fight lately, this time his life wouldn’t be on the line.

All of the tips that Nela gave him came rushing forward and he went through the motions that he had showed. It was a little relaxing to do so and still felt strange to get into those positions. Still, if he was going to get through this, then he needed to be at the top of his game. Shirou wished that he had a little more time with her, or had learned a little more stuff from her. Everything that he could get before this match would be helpful right now. The effeminate young man hoped that they told his foe to go a little easy on him and the situation as well. He understood the need to put on a great show, but he would like to get out of this in one piece.

The redhead peeked from his spot behind the entrance and grimaced at all the people. It looked like there were twice as many people if not more filling the stands. His stomach churned at the thought of going out there due to the added expectation upon him, which made him even more nervous. It was one thing to see a wrestling match from the stands, but it was another thing to be the main attraction like he was now.

"Too late to back out now Shirou, you agreed to help these people out," Shirou told himself, steeling his resolve and ready to put on the best show he could.

The lights dimmed, and Shirou gulped as he braced himself. This would be it. He wiped his brow, careful not to ruin his makeup.

IT IS TIME FOLKS! THE MOMENT THAT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! IT’S TIME TO SEE THE NEWEST POSSIBLE WRESTLER TO JOIN HELL’S ARENA! PLEASE GIVE A WARM, THUNDEROUS WELCOME TO SHIRONA!

The young man blinked at the name, wondering who it was before remembering it was the one he picked, making him rush out from behind the curtain. The crowd thundered at the sight of him, and Shirou took another gulp of air as he walked to the stage with a forced smile. His face burned and his heart pounded. The crowd continued to roar and cheer as he walked, which made his face burn, but the effeminate young man focused on making it to the stage without incident.

‘Remember Shirou you’re name is Shirona right now,’ Shirou stated and then blinked again as stars entered his vision. He shook his head and breathed a little heavier.

‘Don’t question if people call you Shirona, Shirou, that is the name you are going by. Don’t let the jitters get the better of you Shirona, and remember you got this Shirona,’ the boy thought, unwittingly calling himself by the name he chose.

He continued to call himself by the new name in his head, feeling solace and comfort. The more he thought about himself as Shirona, the more the name settled in his mind, replacing his original name. By the time the feminine boy had reached the stage, as far as he was concerned, he had always been known as Shirona.

Shirona entered the stage and looked at all the people in the stands hoping that there was no one here that would recognize him. His face burned with embarrassment from all the attention that he was getting, and he sorta wished the ground would swallow him up. Yet, the roar of the crowd put him at ease, and the smile he had become a little less forced. It was nice to see that even though he was a newbie they were willing to give him a chance.

“Thank you for the warm welcome everyone! I hope I can live up to all of your hopes,” Shirona smiled nervously, making sure his voice sounded a little girly. The last thing he wanted to do was weird the people out if they heard his original voice.

The redhead’s throat burned slightly and he let out a small little cough as his throat suddenly felt scratchy as if he had shoved some sand down it. He wished that he had a drink, and gulped down the saliva in his throat, hoping that it would help deal with the dryness that was coming from it. Shirona continued to wave at the crowd with the best smile that he could muster, and thankfully no one seemed to realize the plight he was in.

Unknown to the redhead, his adam’s apple was getting smaller as he continued to suck on the saliva in his mouth. The small little coughs were dying down at an achingly slow pace, but the roughness on his throat eased the longer that it went on to his relief. The grunts and groans from the feminine boy kept getting higher from him as he struggled to keep them down. When it finally passed, Shirona laughed, the pitch of it rising higher as his adam's apple disappeared.

“So who here is ready for a good show?” Shirona questioned cheerfully. The young man blinked at the ease, his new tenor voice was, but paid it little thought.

‘It’s probably just the nerves getting the better of me,’ Shirona thought.

NOW THEN, DEPENDING ON SHIRONA'S PERFORMANCE IT WILL DECIDE IF SHE HAS WHAT IT TAKES TO STAY HERE! SHE MIGHT HAVE CAUGHT OUR INTEREST WHEN WE WERE TALKING AND SHOWED PROMISE, BUT TALKING WELL ONLY GOES SO FAR. THIS IS HER PRACTICAL EXAM AND IF SHE WANTS TO STAY IN HELL'S ARENA, THEN SHE BETTER, NOT LOSE!

Shirona stood up a little straighter, trying to exude a confidence that she didn’t have. It seemed like he was faking it well enough with how the people continued to smile and cheer for him despite it all. His face darkened at the earnest looks that he was getting from everyone and tightened his fists a little, all of the cheering getting him more invested in it.

YOU'RE SUCH A LOVELY CROWD FOR GIVING HER A WARM RECEPTION, BUT THIS ISN’T JUST A SHOW WHERE SHE SHAKES HER CUTE LITTLE ASS AND GETS YOUR APPROVAL! THIS IS A MATCH AND IT'S TIME THAT WE BRING OUT HER OPPONENT!

More smoke filled the stage and the redhead braced himself, wondering what sort of monster he should expect this time. After the expensive and cool-looking monster costume that he had seen earlier, he wondered how crazy the design of this costume would be. Shirona focused on the entrance, bracing himself for whatever his opponent might look like.

Shirona gulped when he saw a giant lizard-like figure with green scales crawl to the ring as the crowd cheered. The redhead wasn’t sure if it was a sound effect from the suit or not, but he was sure that he was hearing chittering coming from them. He wanted to step back, but his legs felt like they were locked in place.

His opponent climbed into the ring, and then stood up to their full height, making Shirona's nerves rise. The monster stood a head larger than the redhead and looked to be twice as brawny then he was. The young man gulped as he stared at the larger fighter before him. Just like last time, Shirona couldn’t see anything that told him how the person would be able to take it off of them. How was he going to win against someone like that?

NOW THEN WRESTLERS GET READY!

Shirona gulped as he got into a loose copy of Nela’s stance. He frowned at how awkward it felt. His limbs felt too bulky, too heavy as if he had tied weights around them. This was going to be harder than he thought it would, but it wasn’t going to stop him from trying. The people were expecting a good show and he was going to give it his all so that he could be their hero for the night. Even if he was dressed more like a heroine than a hero.

ALRIGHT EVERYONE IT'S TIME FOR THE MAIN SHOW! YOU ALL CAME BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO SEE A NEW WRESTLER SHOW HER STUFF AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET JUST THAT! GIVE IT ALL THAT YOU HAVE SHIRONA BECAUSE IT'S TIME TO WRESTLE!

The moment Shirona heard that he rushed forward. He wanted to try and end this quickly for two reasons. The first being that he didn’t want the people to find out that he was a boy. He wasn’t sure how good of a view some of the audience had, but he was willing to bet that if they looked there enough then they would be able to see a Shadow of his junk. There was no way that he was going to run the risk of dragging this out. He would lose if this went on for too long.

The demon launched at Shirona as well, and the young man quickly fell back and went on the defensive. It went to grab his waist and he was barely able to avoid it grabbing his arms. The young man hissed as he shoved his foe back, trying to put some distance between the two.

Realizing the spot that he was in he tried to get away since a frontal assault might not work at the moment, but before the magus could, his mid-section was grabbed and he was lifted into the air. Shirona inadvertently kicked him in the head and make her opponent let go. The redhead raised his arms and managed to prevent from landing flat on his face and taking the worst of it, but still, his body ached from the rough landing.

“Not the greatest start,” Shirona muttered as he shook his head. He had thought that he would have made them fall with how quick he was, but clearly, that hadn’t been enough. The effeminate boy quickly got up and moved before a stomp from his opponent could hit his chest.

The redhead continued to dodge as his opponent relentlessly tried to grab him before he could do anything else. It was almost as if they were going for full-blown punches with how aggressive they were being.

Shirona raised his arms and tried to divert or block the assault as best he could. Every punch that landed on his arms made the young man wince, but he refused to give up. He stepped back, and avoided a grapple, refusing to get locked into a hold.

‘Just got to hold out for now Shirona,’ the effeminate boy told himself. ‘Just go to wait for an opening and when it is there, take it!’

His arms were getting heavier with every strike, and he winced. The redhead knew that he would be getting some bruises later. It was a good thing that he wore long-sleeved shirts, otherwise, his friends would have been able to see the bruises on his arm. That would lead to an interrogation that he wasn’t quite ready for and knew would be trouble.

As Shirou blocked and diverted the attacks as best he could, his arms altered. The defined muscles that he had looked like they were deflating as they were slimming down. He grimaced as it was getting harder for him to repel the onslaught as his arms lowered slightly of their own accord. Despite how much smaller his arms were getting, they maintained the athletic tone that they had before the transformation began. The young man struggled to keep his hands closed from how much punishment they were taking, the nerves almost begging to be uncoiled. After a few more strikes, Shirona was left with slim womanly athletic arms that were perfect for a wrestler.

The redhead stepped back avoiding another assault and then saw the moment that he had waited for. Shirona quickly rushed over and put his foe into a chokehold.

The magus's foe bucked in his arms and pulled at his limbs, and the poor transitioning boy struggled to keep his foe under control. Shirona tightened the hold as best he could, hoping that he would be able to choke them out. He could feel his opponent's grip loosening, making Shirona grin. It might not be the most exciting match, but the redhead would take it. It wasn’t as if he would be showing up again.

Shirona frowned at the thought of never entering the wrestling ring again. Despite how he was doing this as a way to help the people, he couldn’t help but feel welcomed here, as if this was where he belonged. The way the crowd cheered for a newbie like him, even though he had never entered the ring before made him feel warm and fuzzy. His eyes swept over the crowd, the honest happy look they had, the excitement in their eyes, the way that they were watching him. It made him feel good as if he had a right to be here, and it was okay for him to be happy.

Shirona was so lost in thought that he never noticed the slight relaxation in his grip. That momentary lapse in focus was all that was needed as the monster broke free from the hold, much to the redhead’s shock. They wrapped their arms around Shirona’s thigh and lifted them into the air as if they were a ragdoll. Shirona flailed his arms and tried to kick him with his legs, but couldn't. The young man tried to curl his body upward, but before he could, his foe started spinning.

With how fast they were moving, Shirona was forced back. The crowd was little more than a blur to the boy as he was spun around the room. He tried to curl in himself so that he could get a little closer to his opponent, but couldn't because of the speed they were moving.

‘Damn it, what am I going to do?!’ Shirona yelled mentally.

Suddenly, the beast let go of him and Shirona was sent flying to the other side of the arena. The young instinctively curled and braced himself so that his shoulder would take the worst of it. The redhead hissed as he slammed into the rope and winced at the sharpness of it. The rope dug into his shoulders and the young man knew that would be another bruise for later. Shirona could feel his body stretch the rope of the stage before it suddenly rebounded him onto the arena floor.

The redhead winced at the rough pain that came from them and shook the daze off as best he could. The world spun around him, and the young man grabbed the rope of the arena and shook his head again as he took a heavy breath. Everything felt off, and the wannabe hero felt like he was on a boat in the middle of a storm as he struggled to regain his sense of balance. Shirona shakily forced himself to stand up and then took another step as he forced himself to remain steady, and yet the world continued to spin as if she was standing on a spinning top.

OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, SHIRONA WAS ABLE TO RECOVER ON THE TURN OF A DIME. MAN, THAT WOULD HAVE MADE SOME WRESTLERS REEL FOR DAYS WITH HOW FAST THAT HIT WAS. STILL AS TOUGH AS SHE IS, SHIRONA LOOKS LIKE SHIRONA IS STRUGGLING WITH THIS. SHE BETTER FIND A WAY TO TURN THIS AROUND QUICKLY, AND THE BETTER QUESTION IS CAN SHE?

“You’re right there,” Shirona muttered. The redhead frowned, wishing that he had a solid answer.

His body screamed at him to move as if an enemy Servant was about to attack him. The young man’s body moved on its own, just in time to avoid a kick to the gut that he was sure would have scrambled his insides if it had connected. Their leg got stuck in between the rope and Shirona saw an opportunity that made her grin.

The redhead moved as fast as he could and raised his forearm. He curled into a ball and then launched himself forward. He crashed into the head of his foe and the young man could feel their body reel from the blow and topple over the rope. Despite the sudden attack, their leg was still locked between the rope, they wound up spinning and slamming their chin onto the stage of the arena. They slipped out of the rope and then slouched over on the floor.

Shirona looked over the rope and gulped. He hoped that he hadn’t wound up giving his opponent a concussion or anything. While he wanted to win the match, he didn’t want to put someone in the hospital, even if injuries like this were expected from time to time. To his shock and awe, he saw them get back up, momentarily dazed. They glared at him angrily as they stepped back into the ring and then stood at their full height.

Shirona couldn’t help but step back as they got back into the ring. He was sure that if he had been in his place, he might have been down for the count, or at least reeling from that a little while longer.

OUR LITTLE REDHEAD IS GOING TO NEED TO DO MORE THAN THAT IF SHE WANTS TO GET THE WIN IN THIS MATCH!

Shirona’s opponent moved and again the young man’s body acted on instinct. He raised his arms, blocking another nasty thrust of their palm. The redhead stumbled back from the blow and gulped as they were rushed. They continued to grab at them and it was only thanks to the redhead’s body moving out of the way of his arms that he was able to avoid getting put into another lock.

As Shirona dodged and ducked like a rabbit, hopping around the wrestling ring to avoid the grapples as best he could, his legs morphed. The young man stumbled as his feet suddenly let out a low pop as they got smaller. For a singular moment, the boots that he wore felt loose fitting as if he had slipped on a pair that were larger than they should have been. That one moment was all that was needed for his opponent to capitalize on and grabbed him, forcing them into a hold.

OH, AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! LOOKS LIKE SHIRONA’S FINALLY BEEN GRABBED AND PUT INTO A STANDING ARMBAR! CAN THE PLUCKY REDHEAD GET OUT OF THIS BEFORE SHE'S PINNED?

Shirona grasped and quickly tried to twist his arm out of the armbar, but it proved to be fruitless as he was pulled forward and slammed into his demonic foe. Before the redhead could try to get away, his opponent placed Shirona’s arm behind her and forced him into an arm bar.

As Shirona continued to writhe in the hold he was in, giving it everything that he had to not be pinned, the bulkiness in his legs reduced. The transition continued and Shirona grunted as the pressure on his body increased. His calves trimmed down, losing any excess fat that they might have had. With every little bit they slimmed down, the harder the young man found it to keep his balance with his current situation.

The monster suddenly let go of the redhead, much to Shirona’s shock, and shoved the redhead. Shirona was so shocked by it, that he didn’t consider moving for a moment before the beast moved. It wrapped its arms around his waist, earning a groan of discomfort from him. The redhead was lifted off the ground and then roughly slammed onto the stage. Shirona's foe didn't let go of him but instead raised him in the air as if the redhead was a trophy. He threw Shirona into the air and the redhead blinked when he saw his opponent move to the side, making sure that they would be out of the way before he landed on the stage of the arena.

The redhead tried to brace himself for the rough landing as best he could, but he landed on his back and his spine felt like it cracked. Shirona flinched at the harsh landing but he refused to let that get the better of him. He got up again and a snort of derision came from his costumed opponent that told him he was doing the right thing. If he gave up now, then that would be a big disappointment to all of the people that came here for a show.

AGAIN! SHIRONA IS GETTING UP, SHOWING EVERYONE WHY SHE IS HERE! IT’S NOT EVERY DAY THAT YOU SEE SOMEONE WALK OFF SOMETHING LIKE THAT, ESPECIALLY A ROOKIE LIKE HER!

Shirona readied to block another strike, but instead, he was shoved back. It broke the guard that the redhead had set up and grunted as he slammed into the post behind him. The wannabe hero shook his head and then gasped as he saw his foe rushing toward him and then leap into the air into a drop kick. The magus couldn’t block in time and all of the air in his lungs was knocked out of him. Shirona bounced off the post and then stumbled forward onto his face.

The redhead moved to get up, as the demon went to mount him, and Shirona quickly moved into a kneeling position. With the strength of his legs supporting him along with Reinforcement, the magus shoved his foe back and then quickly got up. He rushed them and tried to get their arm into a lock, but they were too quick and were able to get him off with ease and then spun him to the side.

The young man went with the flow of power and almost tripped over his feet, but was able to stop himself. Shirona stepped back, needing some space and knowing that if he didn’t then he would have been overwhelmed in a heartbeat. Considering his recent assault had failed, Shirona knew he needed a moment to think about any other attack that he could do that would give him a much-needed edge.

As Shirona pondered what he should do, the transformation finally reached his thighs, which were swelling rapidly. The redhead moaned at the slight pleasure that was coming from them. The tight shorts were riding a little higher from how much larger his thighs were getting, arousing him a little more, but he was far more focused on the fight that he was in. The boots went down ever so slightly as they adjusted to his growing thighs. A thin shadow of an hourglass figure formed the longer it went on, adding further to the delectable curve that his body was gaining. His thighs finished growing when they became meaty delectable thighs that had a nice jiggle and further added to the curve of his feminizing body.

MAN SHIRONA IS STILL GOING STRONG DESPITE ALL OF THE PUNISHMENT THAT SHE HAS TAKEN! ISN’T THAT JUST SOMETHING FOLKS? SHE’S PROOFING HERSELF TO BE THE LITTLE ENGINE THAT COULD!

Shirona brushed his hair to the side as it entered her vision. It grew slightly longer, his hair curling slightly as it did. It tickled the back of his neck as it did, but he paid it little thought as he focused on the fight before him. It brushed against his cheeks, maintaining the same boyish shaggy style it had before. His hair quickly finished growing, when it reached his shoulders, though it looked a little longer than that with how sweaty and matted down his hair was. Shirona couldn’t help but be glad that he had shorter hair. If he had longer hair then there was the chance that she would have been blinded by it.

The redhead considered his options again, wondering what was the best thing he should do now that he was free. The effeminate boy saw his opponent get up and knew that he had to act quickly. He rushed as fast as he could and went for a mount, but they quickly raised their leg. Shirona couldn’t stop himself in time and his privates fully collided with their raised foot.

The sharp pain that came from between Shirou's legs perfectly concealed the transition of the young man’s privates as entered his body, making Shirona moan loudly at the sudden transition. She bit her lips and wiggled her hips as she stumbled back in pain. Her first instinct was to reach down and cup her aching crotch, hoping that it would alleviate some of the tension, however, another eruption of pain reminded her of the situation that she was in. Shirona shakily kept her arms raised, ready to continue.

OH! NOW THAT IS GOING TO HURT! IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT GENDER YOU ARE, GETTING NAILED BETWEEN THE LEGS LIKE THAT IS NEVER A FUN TIME! AND YET SHE IS STILL STANDING, WHAT A TANK PEOPLE! THOUGH FROM HOW HER THIGHS ARE TREMBLING ITS CLEAR SHE’S HAVING SOME TROUBLE!

The new young woman’s mind spun all around the room. She blinked in shock trying to get her head on straight despite the immense pain. The world felt like it was spinning despite how the ground wasn't moving or anything. She forced herself to stand, glaring defiantly at her opponent. The crowd continued to cheer, but with how her foe looked, she couldn’t help but despair. She felt so tired.

Shirona looked down in shame as she thought about her performance. She should have known that she wouldn’t have been able to put on the best show. She wasn’t a true wrestler despite all that she had done, even with Nela’s advice.

‘Guess I shouldn’t have tried to be something that I wasn’t,’ Shirona mentally sighed. Her entire body burned, and her limbs felt like weights were wrapped around them. She wondered if she should just give up. No matter how hard she had tried, her foe had proven to be her superior, getting up so quickly, and taking everything that she could throw at them as if it was just a light slap.

“C’mon Shirona you can do it!” Nela cheered. “You said you wanted to be a hero of wrestling right? Well, you got to show everyone why you will be a hero and this is your shot!”

Shirona’s jaw dropped at having her say that. She blinked, wondering if she was hallucinating right now. She had to be.

“Yeah! I know you got more in you!” Someone in the crowd cried.

“Yeah get back up Shirona! If you want to be a wrestler then this is the time to show it!” Another person cried.

“I know you can do more! You’re way too hot to just let it end like this!” Someone cried, winking at her.

Shirona stared at the crowd, her heart melting at all of the people cheering for her and believing in her. She sniffled. If she wasn’t fighting right now she might have broken down crying at the support. Even the comment about her being hot made her heart flutter, though made her a little embarrassed, considering where she was. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes, but she steeled herself.

They charged at her and Shirona gulped as she readied her stance. They charged at her and she lowered her legs, strengthening her legs with Reinforcement, knowing that it was the only way she could turn things around. When they were about to reach her she quickly charged forward and went for a clothesline, strengthening her arms as well. The speed she moved and the power in her arm collided with her opponent's head and knocked them flat as if she was a speeding freight train. The redhead turned and saw them get up, but before they could recover, she performed a dropkick.

“A true hero never quits!” Shirona cried as she slammed into her opponent. The beast jolted from the unexpected assault and was thrown completely off balance. The young woman took the chance that she had and grabbed their thigh with one hand and with the other. In a sudden motion, Shirou threw the wrestler over her shoulder. She turned and watched as her foe roughly landed on the ring.

They got up and Shirona refused to give them an inch after all that she had been through. Not after all of the people cheered for her. The hope that they had for her as their champion. And as their hero, she wasn’t going to disappoint them at all. She grinned and decided to channel a bit more of her superhero fan for this. "Justice never relents! It never surrenders, and refuses to give evildoers like you an opening!"

Shirona brought her arms up and trapped him in a full nelson, and then immediately followed up by bringing her legs up and wrapping them around his body. She knew that this wouldn’t be enough, but this would make him struggle and every little hardship he faced was a victory for her, a sign things were going in her favor. She just had to keep building off them until her victory came.

The young woman took a deep breath and then slammed her head down onto the base of her opponent's back as hard as she could. Shirona growled as she refused to relent, and continued to bash her skull against her opponent's back as best she could. Every howl of pain was enough for the redhead to let her know that she was doing the right thing.

They charged backward, and Shirona immediately knew what they were doing. Thankfully she had a plan and knew how she could turn this around. She waited and braced herself for the worst as she loosened her legs. She quickly raised them and managed to get her feet onto the beam. She kicked off it, using it like a springboard, and launched the two of them forward. The redhead winced as her arms scraped across the mat, but she refused to let that stop her.

"Do not underestimate a hero of justice!" Shirona cried, smiling at the silliness of it as her face burned, but having fun doing so.

Shirona quickly moved her arms out from underneath him and crawled up and got them into a headlock. They pulled at her arm and Shirona winced from their hands digging into her arms, but she refused to give up.

AND WHAT A SHOCKING TWIST THIS IS FOLKS! OUR ROOKIE MANAGED TO GET HERSELF OUT OF THE TIGHT SPOT SHE WAS IN AND TURN THINGS AROUND IN SUCH A WAY. NOW CAN SHE KEEP THIS HEADLOCK ON THEM AND WIN THE MATCH?

“Got to stay focused,” Shirona reminded herself as she tried to tighten her hold further. She knew that she was so close and yet so far at the same time. As long as she could keep this up, then she would win.

A grin formed on Shirona’s face as she raised her arms. She had come so far and put on a great show, there was no way that she would lose now. Not with how everyone was cheering for her as if she was a superhero.

“You might have won the first round, but no matter the struggle, a hero always rises!” Shirona cried as she forced her foe up. She then shoved them into the post and then threw them down onto the stage floor. The redhead charged, going for another mount. To her shock, they were already up, so instead, she settled with a stomp on their chest and then bounced off of them to the other of her opponent, almost colliding with the rope. She turned and got into the low stance that Nela had shown her as her enemy got up again, ready to act.

She circled her foe as she avoided another grapple and as she did, her chest started to expand. The small lumps on her chest swelled as if they were balloons being filled with helium. The crowd roared as they watched her chest swell as she dodged the grapples of her opponent, some recording the growth on their devices as they watched intensely. Her developing bust bounced with every quick motion and her hooters continued to become more noticeable with every passing second. Her breasts finished growing when they became a large E-cup that would rival the largest of apples.

The young woman leaped back, avoiding another swipe that was coming at her, her noticeable bust bouncing as she did, grimacing as her body screamed at her. Shirona waited for the opportune moment to strike. She couldn’t risk getting locked into a grapple by them. Not with how tired she was. If she did she wasn't sure she would get out of it.

As Shirona continued to dodge, her ass grew larger, stretching against her pants as if they were trying to break free from their pants. The redhead gulped and bit back a moan as her pants tickled her rear as they expanded. As her ass continued to grow larger, the audience’s cheering did as well. The fabric of her pants strained against her ballooning rear end and the audience hungrily watched as she rolled her hips, unable to stop herself from how it was digging between her cheeks and pressing into her crotch. The outline of her buttocks continued to become apparent as the stretchy fabric looked almost like they were about to burst right as their growth slowed. Her ballooning rear end finished growing when she had a huge amazing rump that would have been perfect to suffocate a person with and the pants that she wore looked like they were about to burst with how big her rump had become.

“Please no fashion disasters,” Shirona muttered as she continued to roll her hips, savoring every little burst that came from them, making the jiggle of her immense tight rump all the more apparent to the crowd behind her. “I don’t need that right now.”

The crowd went wild as they took in her enticingly thicc posterior. All of them wondered what it would be like to grab a handful of the redhead's ass and squeeze it as if their lives depended on it. A part of them hoped that her pants would tear off in the next match, or rip from no longer being able to contain her wonderful cheeks.

A silly idea came to her, that made her face burn slightly at the mere thought of doing so, but she couldn’t deny the validity of trying it. Especially since she had seen other wrestlers doing it.

Shirona quickly turned her body and leaped backward, her butt rammed into their chest and knocking her opponent back onto the post. The young woman swayed her full cheeks from side to side. The redhead’s face matched her hair, and her expression was a little embarrassed, especially at the bud of pleasure that had come from her rear end with how it had collided with her opponent. They stirred and the redhead knew that this was her only chance and she would take it.

“This is where it ends!” Shirona cried as she rushed forward, putting everything that she had into this next attack. Her legs screamed at her to stop and her back ached painfully so, but still, she pushed herself to. She grit her teeth as she leaped forward, performing a Cannon Ball with every bit of power that she had, curling in the air so her back was to them. Her immense butt collided face-first with their chest, earning another scratchy gasp as they suddenly went still.

The big-bottomed wrestling girl grit her teeth as her shoulder collided with the floor and then forced them down. They didn’t move, and at the moment, Shirona didn’t care. All that mattered to her at the moment was winning the match for those that believed in her.

1!

Shirona gulped and took the moment to examine her opponent. They didn’t move and the redhead worried that she might have overdone it by using her Magecraft like this and seriously hurt the person inside the suit now. Still, there was a part of her that was happy that they weren’t resisting and that the match would finally come to an end.

2!

The redhead tightened her grip and held her breath, closing her eyes. Whatever happened next, happened, and she would never forgive herself for disappointing the people if she lost now, right at the jaws of victory.

3!

The moment Shirona heard that she relaxed, and exhaled. All of the tension left her body and she finally felt like she could breathe easily again.

AND WE FINALLY HAVE OUR WINNER FOLKS! IT WAS TOUCH AND GO FOR A LITTLE WHILE, BUT IN THE END, SHIRONA HAS FINALLY PROVEN HERSELF TO BE THE VICTOR OF THIS FIGHT!

Shirona’s jumped as the demon she fought disappeared and almost topped over without her improvised seat, but she was able to find her balance. She slouched where she sat staring at the arena floor, her body swaying from side to side. She made sure to have her back as straight as she could so that she would get all the air that she needed in her body, but still she struggled.

“That was…so much harder than I thought it would be,” Shirona panted, forcing herself to look up. She had thought it would be hard from the start, but this proved to be so much worse. “Still, Justice has prevailed everyone!”

The crowd cheered with her as smoke filled the stage, but Shirona was far too focused on regaining her bearings. Her chest bounced in tandem with her heavy labored breathing, as the world continued to spin. She wiped her sweaty brow, her arms feeling like mush.

Footsteps caught Shirona's attention, making her gulp. She slowly turned, fearfully, wondering if this was a sudden second round now. She relaxed when she saw Nela’s proud smile. The champion held her demonic hand out for Shirona to take.

“Welcome to the wrestling league kid,” Nela stated.

The world went quiet to the redhead, who could only stare at her sempai in awe.  She didn't move. She just stared at her wondering if she had heard correctly.

“C’mon sitting down on the arena isn’t something the winner should do,” Nela laughed.

“C-could you repeat what you said?” Shirona asked, looking at the white-haired wrestling champion in awe. She had to make sure that she had heard correctly. Her heart stilled as she gulped, hoping she heard what she thought she heard again.

“I said welcome to Hell's Arena kid,” Nela repeated, her smile just as warm and inviting as it was the first time.

Shirona’s tears returned and her body shook, but this time she let them come out. The pain that she felt earlier diminished and she wiped her tears. The young woman smiled.

“Thank you!” Shirona cried as she eagerly shook her hand, absolute joy going through her at getting in. The honest earnest smile that Nela had, made the redhead feel like she belonged. She had wanted to become a heroic wrestler for so long, but now she had finally reached her dream and became one. If this was a dream then she didn't want to wake up.

Unknown to the redhead, Rodin and Kiriko had watched the match in the former's suite, Asuna and Leafa acting as their waitresses. Neither of the two said anything, as they cuddled, and watched the show, one with appraising eye, and the other with bored disdain.

“Heh, so we got another scrub joining the league. I wondered when you would nab someone else,” Kiriko remarked.

“Worried?” Rodin questioned.

“As if I've got anything to worry about!” Kiriko denied with a cocky smirk. “With the way that she was struggling, it's clear that she’s nothing more than a fat assed bitch who barely knows anything about wrestling. I could beat her without breaking a damn sweat!”

“Well then perhaps after she’s managed to get a little more used to dealing with some monsters then you could take a swing at her.”

“Heh, that sounds like it would be fun. Nela won’t give her a proper initiation and someone needs to make sure that a newbie like her knows her place. I'm going to enjoy playing with that ass and showing it off to the crowd.”

Rodin snorted, wondering how a brawl between Shirona and Kiriko would go. He was sure that a lovely young lady like Shirona wouldn’t go down without a fight, but Kiriko had plenty of experience under her belt fighting monsters and Nela, even if she never won a match against the second. Either way, a sexy brawl between the two of them would certainly get people going.

“Hey, Rodin. Do you…think that I could handle the next one? I want to have a little fun, and making someone into a horny slut was fun as fuck when I was getting us those cows," Kiriko said, pointing at Asuna and Leafa.

Rodin could only chuckle at that. He should have known that after seeing the redhead’s transformation that Kiriko would like to get another shot in on transforming someone. “I don’t see why not. I already have some targets in mind for who should join us next. All you gotta do is pick from those and then we can go from there.”

“Perfect, let me see the papers and I’ll pick out the perfect dickweed to make into something meaningful,” Kirko boasted.

“Is that all, or did seeing him transform, also get you aroused?”

“...I could go for a round.”

“Well then perhaps later tonight I could help you deal with that little problem you have.”

“We both know you’re going to be focused on that noob and give her a nice and proper welcome. Don't worry about me, I got two thicc bitches here to keep me entertained until then,” Kiriko chuckled as she looked at Asuna and Leafa.

“Heh, got a point there and if you do make sure to send a copy my way,” Rodin said as he got out of his seat. “I’ll send you the files tomorrow and then you can go through them and then pick your target.”

“Good gives me plenty of time to play with these dumb cows and get the noggin rolling,” Kiriko grinned maniacally. She whistled and called the two of them over with a smug hungry ravenous look.

“...You’re making it very hard to leave, I hope you know that,” Rodin chuckled. It was almost a shame that he had to leave in what he was sure would be a wonderful show, but he had a new wrestler to greet. She was probably a little nervous now that she was officially on their roster even if Nela was there to help and welcome her. He should show her how welcome and appreciated she is and if she needs anything then she could come to him for help. All the while making sure to explore that thicc dump truck of an ass Shirona had for all of its worth.

“So is there anything else that I need to know?” Shirou questioned Nela as she sat across from her in the champion's lounge area. “Is there a set training schedule or anything?”

“Oh, there isn’t too much of one. You'll know when the fighting is supposed to happen and where, but as for training, that's on you. We also have a modeling gig as well so some time will be set aside for that as well, but aside from that we usually have plenty of free time to do what we want."

“Wait, modeling gig?” Shirona squeaked, her voice raising in pitch slightly as her face darkened. "I didn't know you guys model as well."

“Of course we do. We girls got the goods for it, so we might as well flaunt it outside of the wrestling ring. You’re not weirded out or nervous about that part are you?” Nela questioned.

“Well…no, but it seems a little much to just throw at a rookie like me. I doubt that aside from the people that came tonight, no one will care about me, especially with you in them.”

“Aww thanks, little miss humble but don't sell yourself short. You're quite the beauty too. Don't worry about it, I'm sure you'll have your fans. Either way, it's entirely optional, and you aren’t forced into it or anything,” Nela explained. "If you don't want to then just feel free to tell the boss man and you won't have to."

“Oh, I don’t think that I’ll do that then, the modeling I mean. I just don’t feel comfortable enough doing that,” Shirona explained awkwardly.

“C’mon girl you have a nice body too. You might not be as big as me and Kiriko in the bust department, but you’re still a beauty, and make up for that smaller bust with that butt of yours,” Nela laughed. “Oh, by the way, Kiriko is a little rough on the edges, and has a bit of a mouth on her, but don’t let that stop you from talking to her. Show her some spine or else she’ll just play with you like a life-sized doll.”

“Ok,” Shirou gulped. “Is there anything that I’m not supposed to do?”

“When it comes to your off time, feel free to do what you want. Kiriko is a streamer and plays games when she's not busy, I like to build stuff when I’m not exercising or modeling. What do you like to do?”

“I like cooking,” Shirona admitted.

“Then perhaps you can start a cooking show or something. I’m sure that you would get quite the crowd. If it wouldn’t be any problem would you be willing to have me on as a taste tester?” Nela questioned.

“I’m sure that something could be arranged,” Shirona laughed. She was reminded of Taiga by how eager the white-haired girl seemed to be. It made her happy that she had someone so nice that she could go to here.

“I see that you're helping our newest wrestler feel right at home Nela,” a man said.

The two women turned and Shirona blushed at the sight of a tall handsome blonde man. Her heart pounded in her chest and she shimmied where she sat as her loins burned for attention. She puckered her lips and imagined what it would be like to have a hunk like this handsome man play with her body.

Suddenly the idea of becoming a model didn’t seem as bad as it did just a little bit ago to Shirona. Especially if it would get Rodin’s attention. The more she looked at him the more her loins raged, and her thirst grew. Her fingers curled, wanting to rip off her clothes and let him have her way with her.

“Rodin!” Nela cheered and all but leaped at him. She wrapped her arms around him and hungrily kissed him, pressing her immense jugs against his chest. She shivered in delight as his arms wrapped around her body, one going to her waist, and the other squeezing her immense rump. The two broke apart, and turned to Shirona, smiling. "Shirona this is the head of Hell's Arena, our wonderful and hunky manager, Rodin."

"Oh...nice to meet you, sir," Shirona said as she stood up, struggling to hold her disappointment back.

Nela noticed the disappointment that the redhead had and couldn’t help but laugh. She moved away from Rodin, and patted Shirona's back with a smile, earning a questioning look from the redhead.

“Oh don’t worry if you want to go a round Rodin you’re more than able to do so,” Nela laughed. "Kiriko is also dating Rodin as well. It's cool if you want in on it, then you can as well. Hell, sometimes our wrestling matches are to see who gets to have the next date night or something.”

“S-Seriously?” Shirona stuttered, her face darkening immensely.

“Oh yeah, trust me, Rodin is more than welcome to it, and he will make you feel right at home,” Nela teased.

“She’s right you know,” Rodin whispered in Shirona’s other ear, making her yelp.

The redhead then relaxed and let out a saucy moan, her mind becoming little more than mush as he massaged her rear end. She snuggled against him, her hands caressing his broad strong chest, and admiring it.

“You might be the smallest of the girls in terms of boob size but I can tell that your ass is the biggest,” Rodin said as he continued to squeeze and play with the redhead's buttocks. “And what a mighty fine ass you have.”

Well if everyone else was willing then why shouldn’t she also take part? Besides, if Rodin was able to please the two of them then he could only imagine how skilled he was, and she was sure that Rodin would be able to teach her a few things. And a little friendly competition would certainly help her improve, especially with a prize like Rodin on the line.

Epilogue

Shirona beamed at the happy looks that she got from the people as she wrapped her arm around another patron and posed for another picture. For a moment she winced in pain before she accustomed to it and relaxed, making sure to keep the smile that she had up. It was a good thing that the league had such good healthcare that would fix her up in just a few minutes. Otherwise, she would have been on the mend for more than a few weeks.

“I think it's time that we head back now,” Rodin said.

“I can go for just a little longer,” Shirona rebuffed. Again another throb came from her upper back that made her wince.

“You don’t want the others to see their hero in a moment of weakness to you? Besides, even heroes need a break after a hard fight."

Shirona opened her mouth to deny him but closed them after a moment, her smile dying ever so slightly. That was the thing about her. She would keep on pushing no matter the damage that she had taken. Still, it wouldn't be good to worry everyone, not when she could get healed up immediately.

“Thank you everyone for coming, but it's time for us to head back. I’ll see you all after the next showing!” Shirona waved. "This is a hero's promise!"

The people cheered and smiled at her, and it made her smile grow and her heart fluttered in glee. All of the patrons that came were still on her mind. She closed her eyes as she remembered all of the happy people. She had done her job well tonight and had lived up to her duty as their wrestling hero.

The wrestler let Rodin lead her to the back, savoring the warmth that was coming from his body. She ran her hands over his wonderful muscles, admiring the hardness and envisioning what she would do with them later. Thankfully, she didn’t have to deal with Nela and Kiriko tonight.

“Hope when the next date night is up in the air I can pull out a win somehow when I go up against Nela…and Kiriko,” Shirona muttered, saying the latter's name with a little less enthusiasm. Every interaction she had with the dark-haired girl had been negative, no matter what she had tried. Even months later, Kiriko was the same abrasive…bitch that she had been since they first met. The only time that she had seemed to ease up was when she had her cooking. Since then she had made sure to keep it away from Kiriko while making it for herself and Nela. It was a little amusing to see her get so frustrated and try to steal their food.

A smack on her butt brought her out of her thoughts and made Shirona squirm as her nether regions ached for attention. She bit her lips like a pervert and rubbed her butt against his hand, wanting him to slip his hand inside her pants. She knew what would happen next, first, she would get healed and then the fun would begin.

“Relax, you’ll have your shot at Kiriko soon,” Rodin said comfortingly, which earned another smile from Shirona as she envisioned a match between her. He chuckled. “Now then let's get you healed and then head out somewhere nice. I got a wonderful five-star restaurant we can go to in mind.”

“Cancel that reservation, I’ll handle the cooking,” Shirona said and her glee grew at Rodin’s smile growing. She knew that her cooking was without compare as well and she enjoyed making food. Besides, it would mean that they could get to the fun part sooner. She was certain that joining Hell’s Arena was the best decision that she had ever made.