L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

She couldn't believe it. Ossi really could not believe she was happening to her. She'd had lofty, fantastical dreams of striding into LAW and making a name for herself, easily sweeping up fame in the spotlight as befitted her status. She'd imagined arriving at a LAW PPV as a champion, imperious and rightly adored by the simpering masses that made up LAW's fanbase.

How far away those goals seemed now as she sulked backstage, waiting to be summoned to the ignominy of the Loser Belt championship match. Every one of her disastrous losses had led her here, now one match away from being the worst wrestler in the promotion. It was impossible that this could have happened to her! With her hands on her hips she waited, clad in her classic green gold attire as the announcer boomed out the match stipulations.

Appearance

Then her music Fierce Pop Starlet began pumping from the speakers, and Ossi had no choice but to trudge petulantly out into the arena lights.

The announcer called out her name, extracting an avalanche of jeers and mocking whoops, cat calls and wolf whistles as the Syrian heiress made her way down to the ring, a glare stamped on her pretty features. With a huff of frustration she clambered into the ring under the bottom ropes and made no attempt to show off to the crowd. Instead she strutted over to her side of the ring and turned to face the entrance ramp again.

She could not lose this match. She'd seen previous matches with this Holly Matheson, and one thing was certain: if Ossi couldn't best the British Bombshell her tumble down the LAW rankings would truly be complete. If she could win now, she could at least salvage the tiniest piece of pride and try to build herself back up. Lose, and she would be consigned to a humiliating reign as the Loser's Champ!

"Never..." she murmured to herself, clenching her fists in determination.

Holly Matheson took deep, measured breaths as she prepared to go out and face a packed arena of jeering, mocking faces yet again. Tonight’s event, the first international LAW pay-per-view, should have been a major event for her. It was Holly’s first time in years since she’d wrestled in front of a non-Japanese crowd, a chance to show a whole new set of eyes what she had to offer … and she was going to be walking out in front of them with this massive, humiliating piece of trash strapped around her waist, the Loser’s Championship!

Spoiler

“Stiff upper lip, and all that,” Holly reminded herself, pulling her bustier up to tuck her curvy figure snugly into her singlet, before stepping through the gate to face the crowd. As “Miracles” blared on the loudspeakers, Holly looked out over the fans … and was immediately greeted by laughter, mockery … apparently, the infamy of the Loser’s Championship had preceded her.

Nonetheless, Holly held her head up high, puffed out her chest, and walked down the ramp with all the dignity she could muster. Holly raised a hand in greeting to the crowd, but kept her gaze firmly on Ossi Shamar, her opponent for the night. Holly tried to size the woman up, to get a read on her. Ossi had a terrible record, she had to be someone Holly could beat, she told herself … right before thinking that she had told herself exactly that, before!

Holly reached the ring, and pulled herself up onto the apron. Perched there, the British Bombshell flexed for the fans, drawing mocking laughs from the packed crowd. Holly bit her lip, trying not to let the hurt show, and wiped her boots. She stepped between the ropes, even managing to screw that up as her ample bust grazed and bounced off the ropes, throwing her off balance for a moment. The Brit’s face was a bright pink as she removed her championship, and handed it to the referee. She tried to focus on Ossi, instead.

“Get a good look at your new belt, luv,” Holly said, trying to sound tough even with the nervous tremble in her voice.

Ossi's eyes narrowed, her lip curling into a contemptuous sneer as she watched Holly Matheson descend the ramp, the crowd's reaction making it clear they all knew LAW's ultimate loser, mocking jeers and laughter raining down on the British Bombshell from the moment she showed her face. Even Holly's attempts to flex her muscles for the onlookers were met with nothing but scorn. Apparently undeterred, the woman made her way into the ring, a clear flush of pink in her cheeks as she divested herself of the belt and handed it to the referee. Then she spoke, attempting to trash talk Ossi despite the crowd reactions.

"I am not leaving with that belt," Ossi hissed back, acid in her words as she ran her disdainful stare over the curvaceous loser-champ. She could hear the tremor in her foe's voice that betrayed her lack of confidence. Ossi had seen the previous attempts to 'defend' the belt from Holly - this woman should never beat her. She was the worst, the lowest of the low and the jeering of the fans confirmed it.

And Ossi had been placed here with her. It was intolerable.

With her cheeks flushing with frustration she planted her hands on her hips and stepped to the centre of the ring to face down the buxom Brit.

"I wouldn't want to deprive the fans of their favourite loser," she continued icily. "So I'll be sending you back to LAW nicely packaged up - a little present for these braying fools." She sounded confident - despite her disastrous record in the ring Ossi's ego was beginning to creep forward once again when faced with someone as pathetic as Holly. She gave the referee a curt nod to indicate she was ready to start, waiting for a response, if any, from Holly.

“Hmph,” Holly pouted, as Ossi refused to back down. Closer now, Holly had a chance to eyeball her ‘challenger,’ and immediately she was intimidated. The Syrian heiress was gorgeous, fit, younger … Holly could already imagine this woman being the next one to send her home in tears, that damned belt draped over her whimpering body!

Holly closed her eyes and shook the image out of her head. Ossi was here for a reason: she was beatable. She had a terrible record, just like Holly. It was anyone’s match at this point, because things were just getting started. The British Bombshell just had to make sure to not let anyone get into her head! Especially not the young woman glaring down at her now and promising to send her back to Japan trussed up with her belt!

“Well, disappointing these fans is what I do!” Holly said, immediately realizing what an awful taunt that was. She flushed, bit her ruby red lip nervously, and hoped nobody heard that. The ref motioned to Holly, who immediately nodded that she was ready to start. The bell sounded and the women were ready for this! Holly lunged forward, hands out, ready to start the match by locking up with Ossi in a classic collar and elbow tie up! If Holly could catch that move, she would test Ossi’s technical skill by getting inside her grip, and snapping on a side headlock that would trap Ossi’s head flush against Holly’s heaving chest!

Ossi could see the obvious nerves now in the older wrestler, the curvaceous woman obviously terrified at the prospect of having to yet again go home with the Loser Belt. As evidenced by her attempt at a taunt, which was more of a self-insult than anything else. Ossi's eyebrows rose in surprise as she processed it, and a smirk slid across her face.

Before Ossi could point out the foolishness of the statement, however, the blushing Brit was upon her, charging forward as soon as the bell was rung, with a speed that caught the Syrian beauty by surprise. She managed to get her arms up and meet Holly in the tie up, locking together with the older wrestler and jostling for position for a moment. However, Holly quickly executed the next part of her plan, working through Ossi's grip and dragging her down into a side headlock!

"Nghhh!" Ossi blurted in surprise, pawing at the grip around her head, blushing as her face was pressed against the side of Holly's ample bust. The Arab heiress struggled for a moment, trying to scheme a way free. Fastening one hand around Holly's wrist, she pressed the other against the small of the British woman's back. With a yell of effort she tried to drive her legs moving Holly forward before shoving hard with the hand against her opponent's back, trying to yank herself free and simultaneously send Holly bouncing into the ropes.

If she succeeded in the move, Ossi would attempt to straighten up and swing a book up into Holly's stomach with the British Bombshell came back at her from the ropes.

Holly hit the ropes hard, grunting as they dug into her chubby as and bounced her back toward the center of the ring. She barely managed to turn in time to not take them to the chest and find herself winded, her long black hair whipping around her head as she was flung to the edge of the ring and back. Holly was already red-faced, frustrated that she hadn’t managed to catch and control the pretty young Syrian heiress for more than just a short moment. Before she could kick herself any further for that, however, Holly caught a kick from Ossi, right into her belly!

“Hoooff!” Holly grunted as Ossi’s boot slammed into her belly, knocking the wind out of her. Holly’s arms immediately went to her midsection, holding her aching belly. The British Bombshell bent at the waist, hair dangling toward the mat and her round ass sticking up in the air as struggled not to go down. Holly’s dangling breasts heaved as she struggled to refill her lungs, wanting to get precious air back into her body before it was too late.

Holly tried to stand herself up, but found it too hard. Her legs were wobbly. She took a wide stance to keep herself from going down, but that made it too hard to get herself moving and regroup. Looking up, Holly peered out to look for Ossi, trying to locate her opponent in the ring. Stunned and winded, however, the British Bombshell couldn’t help but wonder what she was supposed to do, in her current condition. If she couldn’t collect herself in very short order, it seemed that Ossi was in a good position to capitalize, and take full advantage of her!

"Hah! How does it feel, champion?" Ossi mocked after doubling Holly over with a boot to the British woman's stomach. Holly sagged there, legs spread and wheezing for breath, helpless after the Arab heiress's simple counter. Ossi grinned to herself despite the situation. There was no way she would be leaving with the belt, not if this was all Holly could manage.

"Maybe we shouldn't make this last too long for you, eh?" she tittered, moving forward and wrapping an arm around Holly's head. With the other hand she reached down, grabbing a handful of her opponent's tight singlet for purchase. Then she set her feet, preparing to deliver a thunderous move to cement her control of the match.

With a yell of exertion she would attempt to heave Holly up and over in a suplex. However, power moves like this were hardly Ossi's forte, and it was quickly apparent that she'd let the elation of the early advantage go straight to her head as she tried to lift her opponent. She hauled the buxom Brit skywards about halfway through the suplex, before one of her legs slipped out from under her!

"No-WAGGH!" Ossi let out a yelp of surprise as she fell, losing her grip on Holly and the two loser champ contenders went crashing to the canvas. "Unnghh!" Ossi cried as she ended up dropping Holly's bodacious frame right down on top of herself! Briefly winded, the Syrian beauty could only hope the fall had done similar damage to her opponent as she tried to drag herself out from under the plush frame of her foe.

Doubled over and whimpering, Holly was struggling to stay on her feet, let alone formulate a witty comeback. Once again, the Loser’s Champion was grimacing as she got her ass handed to her, right off the opening bell. Holly reached a hand out, finding Ossi’s belly, and tried weakly to push her away. Before she could even try again, however, Ossi was on top of her, hooking her head and yanking on Holly’s ring gear to get a good grip.

“EEP!” Holly squealed, eyes widening as the fabric of her singlet disappeared right up her ass, both round white cheeks coming bouncing out as Ossi took full control. Butt bouncing as Holly scrambled, adding a roar from the fans to Ossi’s war cry filling the arena. Holly’s body went up, butt first, straight into the air …

And straight back down! Holly grunted as Ossi dropped her down hard, not with a suplex but instead right onto herself! Holly bounced off Ossi hard, grunting as she looked around with wide eyes. The impact hurt her, but clearly not as much as Ossi, who had been squished beneath the British Bombshell’s bodacious bust.

Holly gasped, then looked to a leg. She went down firmly on top of Ossi’s body, pressing down into her. Holly's breasts mushroomed against Ossi's pretty features, soft white orbs engulfing her face. Holly hooked a leg, trying to pin Ossi down and score an upset victory and finally release the world’s worst championship.

“Um, no,” the referee said. “This … this isn’t a pinfall match. You have to tie her up.” The ref looked confused and unamused, unlike the laughing fans, as Holly looked around the arena and blinked in miserable disbelief.

Ossi lay winded beneath Holly, clearly having taken the worse part of the impact when the pair fell out of her failed suplex. She wriggled around beneath the Brit, but Holly quickly realised her position of advantage. Ossi felt her leg get hooked up for a pin and panic filled her. Before she could thwart Holly's attempt, her face was suddenly filled by the smothering embrace of her opponent's bust!

"NNGHHHHHHHH!" her squeal of shock was muffled by Holly's breasts, the busty British woman's ample bosom threatening to spill out of her flimsy singlet. Ossi's eyes were just visible, wide and incandescent with fury. She wriggled for a moment, horrified that she might lose to the pin so quickly.

Then the ref spoke.

Ossi froze, confusion filling her mind for second. Then she belatedly remembered that the actual stipulation of the match had nothing to do with pinfalls.

"Nghh...gmmp...geerr off!" Ossi shouted shrilly as she twisted her body, trying to throw Holly off to her side and dump the bumbling Brit to the canvas. If she succeeded in dislodging her foe she would attempt to scramble clear, climbing to her feet and settling herself. Smoothing down her hair and adjusting her wrestling gear to its most comfortable position she glowered at Holly.

"You insolent fool!" she hissed angrily. "You dare treat me in such a way? YOU?!" Filled with anger, Ossi advanced quickly upon Holly, attempting to launch into a hard grapple with her foe and shove hard, trying to ram her backwards into the turnbuckle!