L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Sylvie was feeling incredible excitement, tinged with slight nerves, as she prepared in the dressing room for her debut match with Diana Accera.

Always a stickler for complete due diligence, the silver-haired French hottie had already checked out her opponent's pic and stats and liked very much what she saw. Indeed, the beautiful, dark-haired Italian wrestler's stats closely matched Sylvie in most departments, and her toned, nubile body was unquestionably the equal of the Frenchwoman's. With no height or weight advantage, allied to the heel alignment they both shared, it promised to be an intriguing contest of matched aggression, mental stamina and physical strength, especially being both women's crucial debut match.

As she headed out towards the arena, Sylvie wore her trademark jet black wrestling bikini and boots which, as always, made a striking contrast with her natural silver hair and ivory complexion. Her heavy breasts bounced comfortably inside the taut material as she made her run up, making sure to sway her hips a little provocatively as she revealed herself in the spotlights: there was nothing like a little calculated sexiness to get the crowd on your side at the start!

Oddly enough, Diana found herself going out of her way for this encounter. She had actually bothered to learn who her foe was. Given the match was to be her debut, with a hell of a stipulation at that, the Italian simply thought itself necessary.

She was rarely under prepared, but more often than not, the fine fighter preferred to head into her fights with little research upon her opponent, simply to test herself further, to exaggerate the fight itself, and to often enough, leave herself pleasantly surprised with her quality of foe. And given the appearance of Sylvie, she'd certainly he satisfied with one quality of her at least.

Spoiler

Emerging to the beats of Cage The Beast, Diana Accera's appearance tonight was to be her debut in-ring, but not her debut before a crowd. Having appeared months prior, to address the emergence of the middleweight championship tourney, the Italian now fully expected to put merit to her words, as she emerged with a grin to her face. Scantily clad toned frame earning her the roar of the crowd, the smug Italian offered them no mind as she rapidly descended the ramp.

Her focus was to be on one individual tonight, and one alone. And she was already in the ring.

Using her rapid pace to slide under the bottom rope, standing with noted speed to a hop, the Italian rolled her shoulders left to right, as she gave that gorgeous frame she'd soon be demolishing a keen eyeing close up.

"Well well...this oughta be somethin'..."

Sylvie watched Diana closely as she came down the ramp: it was almost as if she couldn't get enough of the tall, dark-haired Italian that she hoped would be a good match for her in the ring. Soon enough, Diana entered the ring under the bottom rope and both women could eye each other in close up while going through some final jumps and stretches as they waited for the referee-girl to start the proceedings.

Even though they both had prior experience in the ring, tonight's bout promised to be testing for both debut wrestlers, with two falls, pins or two submissions to decide the winner. Despite the high stakes, Sylvie was feeling more keyed up than outright nervous, and was keen to get started, making direct eye contact with Diana whilst smiling with as much confidence as she could muster.

"You're right, it oughta be somethin'... special. Win or lose, tonight, let's give these folks a match to remember!"

And after the referee made the customary inspection, Sylvie turned around and went back to her corner, bobbing on the spot a little and pulling back on the ropes as she waited for the bell to announce the first round.

When Diana first signed on the dotted line of that LAW contract, she had little intention of starting her wrestling career in a match with a focus on the sexier side of wrestling. Then again, she had little intention of bumping into so many figures of old as she had already. And even less intention of wrestling in the same business as her younger sister...

Smiling at the odd turn of events as it were, giving her toned frame a final warm up with a brisk shaking of shoulders, head and legs, the keen fighter stepped forward but once before her frame fell into a posture. Arms up, her right leading, with legs parted, Diana wasn't taking this encounter lightly simply because of its inadvertent sexual focus. Sylvie had a body to die for, but a body that could very well bring about a early death from the Italian had she taken it so lightly. Hence, she had no intention to.

"And then some.." She'd mutter, perhaps too inaudibly for her foe to hear, as the match swung into its first round. Pacing to her left, Diana would begin the encounter by circling her foe; keen to see if the beauty before her would match her, swing in wildly, or perhaps otherwise!

Circling around each other, Sylvie grinned good-naturedly enough at Diana, even if she did feel slight butterflies in her stomach. "Eh bien, time to kick your ass I guess..."

The French wrestler weighed up her options for the briefest of moments before concluding there was only one proper way to start a match like this. Maintaining full eye contact Sylvie charged suddenly at the Italian beauty, hands raised and fingers outstretched to see if her opponent would accept the challenge to an initial test of strength. As they were so similar in height and weight, a lock-up might prove interesting...

It would be a rare day indeed when Diana Accera rejected a test of strength, especially given such was to be her first within a LAW ring. She adored the contest because of the fun to be had; the fun in comparing herself to women of similar stature, and, if she has it her way, overpowering them!

Rolling her shoulders as she stepped forward, eyes briefly oogling that frame now that proximity was even less so, Diana locked hands quickly and tightly with the figure before her, practically throwing herself into the contest before it had even begun. So much so, that she'd find her hands going forward past the mid-point, to grip those mitts that had risen curiously!

"Ohhh you won't be kicking my ass.." She'd grin, pulling her locked mitts back to an even standing point, given the Italian only adored such contests when completely fair. Holding her ground with legs parted wide, the Italian then simply held her frame stern, waiting for the signal as it were from her foe. For the moment she got it, she'd go full force into trying to make Sylvie try to nigh literally kneel before her!

As Diana accepting the challenge Sylvie's grin quickly turned to grimace as her sexy opponent pushed back the moment their fingers slid together and locked tightly. The Italian quickly noticed however, and sportingly moved her hands back to the midpoint so that they were fully symmetrical before the contest started.

"Ready, huh?" the Frenchwoman's grin came back with a vengeance as they faced off, locked hands pointing skywards as they began to take the strain and push against each other. Sliding one leg back to improve her leverage, Sylvie pressed in hard, feeling her breasts brush lightly against Diana's and wondering absently if her opponent's nipples were as hard as hers felt already. Flexing her muscles again, Sylvie moaned lightly, staring deeply into the other woman's eyes, feeling her biceps start to burn as they continued to push hard and the strain on their arms increased.

It was rare that Diana Accera lost a test of strength, yet, weirdly enough, it was even rarer she enjoyed winning one. The test was named so because without a doubt, the winner would be the stronger of the duo. Even gaining a superior posture was something done through pure strength, with near enough the only way of acting unfairly within the hold being to either start off with a cheap advantage, or to simply pull or strike free to abandon it.

The longer the duo struggled, the more Diana knew that the fight would be based not on some trivial matter such as strength or speed, but skill, determination, and perhaps arguably in this match, lust. Diana however did not hold back in her desire to find someone of even strength; if Sylvie could not power back the Italian when Diana was exerting every ounce of her power, than there was simply no point to it. And surely enough, neither figure gained a dominant advantage, as both frames began to flex past one-hundred percent of their strength.

Just how Diana liked it!

Grinning as every muscle began to strain, Diana's body practically interlocked with Sylvies own. Abdomen, thighs and bosoms all finely pressed, Diana's arms set aflame, as she continued to give everything she had towards testing this figure as an equal to her own!

Sylvie felt the exquisite tension as Diana's nubile body interlocked almost erotically with her own. Their toned arms shuddered as each battled to force the other to her knees, but they found no opening yet, only the growing ache that was building up within their biceps and shoulders. Both wrestlers leaned forward, forehead to forehead, their expressions contorted in strain and effort, thighs and hips shaking and jerking as each pushed for the advantage.

Groaning in unison with her opponent Sylvie dug the very toes of her boots into the canvas to avoid giving ground as their hands gradually moved downwards, settling down towards their waists, and holding fast at that point, level with their pulsing, shuddering hips. Diana's darkly gorgeous eyes were dilating right in front of Sylvie's face, so close now that their lips could easily have brushed together... if they weren't still 110% focused on the task in hand. Sylvie could feel sweat beads on her chest now, or was it Diana's sweat that was starting to trickle down the cleft between their conjoined breasts? The French wrestler was finding it difficult to concentrate as the strain in her tortured muscles grew to heroic proportions...

There was next to no ground to be gained by either fighter with such straining of bodies, but the contest itself didn't appear as fruitless as one might suggest. Simply because neither Diana nor Sylvie was shoving the other onto their back or otherwise didn't make the test of strength irrelevant.

Able to feel one another out and then some, with each and every ounce of skin from both figures pressing tightly together, Diana would be able to get a taste of Sylvie as it were just as much as the girl could to her. Somewhat literally in fact, as the closeness of the two brought a small bead of sweat from Sylvie's forehead onto her nose, before dripping onto Diana's extremely close lips. Tongue extending to quickly wipe said tingle of sweat from it, those in the audience and perhaps Sylvie both could have taken the motion as Diana somewhat heating up in the fight. Something made more suggestive, given that both women nigh had their massive orbs completely pressed in by the other.

Holding still, Diana opted not quite yet to break the hold, albeit her frame was certainly beginning to make demands to the Italian to do such. Arms and legs straining to their absolute maximum, Diana would soon be forced to consider alternative methods for wrangling this figure under control. Because one thing was for sure...

She certainly wasn't overpowering her!