L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Type: Popcorn match
Rules:

• This match is allowed to have no DQs for cheating hits, but the referee will be responsible for removing the object or meddler once it has been used or done something.
• The match places special emphasis on strikes to the belly and low blows for a win.
• If either wrestler leaves the ring and the referee has started the count to 10, the count is nullified if the other wrestler also leaves the ring and will only be counted again if one of the wrestlers gets in.

Win by: Pinfall after a blow to the belly or a dirty shot.

The idea of this match made her a little nervous. Gabriel was ready to deal with any kind of match they put in front of her, but these gimmick matches, where the emphasis is on where they have to aim between their legs, made her a bit squeamish. She already has to worry about not being knocked down with a blow to her femininity in the street and No-DQ matches, and it is not enough for them to now put her in a match where that is one of the objectives?

She had to sigh in surrender after buttoning the last button of her shirt

, Gabriel will have to finish this match quickly and see how to make her opponent not target her weak spot so much.

At least she was ready to exit backstage and head for the entrance to the top ramp.
With her musical entrance resounding at its loudest the beautiful representative of England stepped through the entrance curtains peeking out one of her long legs first and no more than that. Seeing that they liked what they saw, she continued the game by slipping the rest of herself in as if she were a courtesan inside a brothel—as seductively as in her rehearsal with her girlfriend—and as natural as her poise and position as queen always makes her look. Receiving many whistles and flirtations despite only having her glistening legs uncovered from ankle to thigh.

The rest of the First Queen's sculpted body was hidden under that giant long-sleeved shirt that easily covered what her skirt should be covering too. And being as inconsiderate as she always is, today she was no exception to ignoring the hands that reached out to her seeking even a merciful brush of the indomitable woman's fingers. But Gabriel preferred to leave them all wanting. A mere whim of hers.

She would climb up the ring steps and take her time sliding each leg over the top rope, her quads subtly showing through her glistening skin as she slid them into the ring. Her reddish skirt would be barely noticeable through the bottom hem of the shirt, and the rest of her body could barely be imagined thanks to the glow of the ring lamps shining through the fabric and revealing the dark bra underneath and the pallor of her silky skin.

Once inside the ring, Gabriel would hop casually and whimsically into one of the ring's corners, plotting something.

As usual, she climbed to the top of this corner, but, instead of gesturing for cheers or blowing some jocular kiss. Instead, she began to unbutton her shirt. Slowly revealing her cleavage holding up her large breasts, moving further down to her smooth, chiselled abs, and finishing with sliding the garment off her shoulders as the world gasped and drooled at her true attire.

A swimming costume ensemble consisting of a dark bra with dark straps, tight-fitting dark trunks, and a red pleated skirt to match the straps of her swimming costume, perfectly set to match her delicate fighter's tough skin.

The last thing she does to close her entrance is to twirl that garment above her head deciding who she is going to throw it to out of everyone in the stands near the edge of the ringside

. In the end, she just tosses it without looking to see as she descends from the top of the corner with a subtle hop to conclude this gloating by leaning back in the corner, with arms resting at her sides and waiting for her opponent to show up.

Plus, the Queen wanted to hide her embarrassment at being more uncovered than usual in front of so many eyes staring at her—a faint red glow on her cheeks was noticeable—and perhaps, seeing the spotlight on her opponent's entrance would give her something else to think about other than in its own body exhibition. With the air brushing freely all over her skin, from her back to her armpits, sides, and so on until it ruffled and unnerved her.

Gabriel's attire

Yahagi had done a wide variety of matches involving her torso, mainly variant of body to body that involved hentai or, on a couple of occasions, being chilled to the bone while being almost butt naked. A not insignificant number of her fans called her "Steel Samurai", pertaining to her defensive bulk and her ability to take nigh on anything in terms of strikes to her abdomen.

However, she had never done a match where the objective was to take down your opponent with a blow to the belly or, more curiously, her babymaker. This was what got Yahagi interested most, as usually, outside of no DQ matches and hardcore hentai matches, strikes between the legs were outlawed, and only the meanest of meanies was willing to risk doing it.

But yet, here she was, about to get into a ring with someone else and do exactly that, strike each others belly and crotch until one of them keels over long enough for their opponent to score a solid pinfall. The match name did give her a giggle though, a popcorn match. She supposed that was because there would be lots of popcorn needed to seat an audience willing to watch this.

As Yahagi arrived at the ring, she did not mess around. Backstage, she stripped down to just her bikini and a robe, and waited for her name to be called. When it happens, she would then walk down the walkway, waving and inciting mass cheering from the raucous and, in some cases horny, crowd.

Eventually, she slipped into the ring, slung her robe off and bowed to her opponent as a means of putting honour into their match, and as a way of meaning she didn't want this to start a blood feud. "Yahagi Fujimoto. May we have a great duel and battle honourably." She said, in the back of her mind knowing that striking a woman between her legs is anything but honorable. But those were the rules.

Yahagi

Gabriel had a slight interest in the good girl who walked through that ramp entrance. She needed a distractor to deal with the exhibitionist feeling that she inwardly gloats for wearing fewer clothes than usual and for having so many eyes on her more covetously than usual—though she would love to get that look from all her rivals more than from the world at large—and Yahagi was that catalyst with her formal, regal and simple style, worthy of a good girl looking to play. That was what the queen interpreted, and she liked it.

The queen's first social gesture to her rival was to shake her fingers in the air at her in response to her that bow - to the First queen that keirei was only a show of respect, she didn't know the other half of the definition that included 'honour' before doing something. "Oh, I want it to be a match to remember too." She replied in an austere tone from her corner; but you could feel that underlying flirtatious essence in her English tone so typical of her tough temper and so typical of a tough woman like her.

Yahagi was making her feel less insecure about the whole thing just by being the way she is.

The call to the centre of the ring was not long in coming and Gabriel couldn't fade that suspicious half-smile of hers for Yahagi.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

"Let's have a respectful match, please." She joked, just in case; as she raised one of her arms above her head as a clear invitation for Yahagi to take her, if she could match her height in any way. If she succeeded, she would do the same with the other arm, confident that Yahagi would not start the fight with an attack. But as a precaution, she would keep her belly distance from the other woman's, as Gabriel knows that herself can start a match like this with such a blow just to keep her opponent fired up, and it would be pretentious to assume that the other would not do the same.

If the match could get to this point, then they could be ready for a sporting test of strength where Gabriel would throw her knee towards her opponent's abdomen first to keep things interesting.

The Samurai's gesture got a response, but it was not one that Yahagi was expecting. Still, it didn't seem to be the offensive kind, so Yahagi assumed that Gabriel wasn't knowledgeable in honour. That did not mean the woman would not fight with honour, though Yahagi was on guard in case her opponent decided to get dirty, and not just striking between the legs.

Yahagi was unaffected by her opponents flirtatious tone. She had met a plethora of people who would flirt and try to get Yahagi to be with them, but she had rejected them sll before, and she could reject Gabriel too. They were here to fight against one another, not get in bed. As the beginning of the match drew near, the referee called both of them forwards, to the point where their bellies were close, but still out of reach.

The bell then tolled, signaling the start of the match. "Oh indeed." Yahagi simply replied as her opponent raised her hand for a trust test. Yahagi had seen these before, and they had been successful before, so she followed through, raising both her right arm, and then her left, in order to show Gabriel she wasn't here to make enemies. Gabriel then offered a test of strength, a challenge that Yahagi accepted, knowing she could get an early strike on her opponent there and then, so prepared to launch her knee into her opponent.

Unfortunately, her opponent had the same idea, so both of them launched a knee right into their opponent's stomach, which caused no small amount of discomfort for Yahagi. "Ngh, seems we had... the same idea" the Samurai said with a bit of discomfort, though she couldn't cradle her stomach doe to their fingerlock.

"Pfffough!" The air rushed out of her lungs with that twin knee. "Guogh." The blonde even doubled over in half with a throbbing of her body as Yahagi received the knee from her as well.

"Y-yeah *gough*, I guess." She exclaimed, finding it hard to refill her abdomen. But the pain wasn't enough to make her open the hold, Yahagi needed more strength if she was going to break that real will off. And, on the other hand, having her suspicions about how badly her opponent took her knee hit, the Viper would look at Yahagi as if she was going to go for another belly strike attempt; pressing her fingers into the fingerlocks to keep things going still.

"Can I ask you something?" her voice was gentler, though still austere. "Do you prefer holds or throws?" She would then try to cross her feet between hers, stomping the ground as if to shoo her opponent's feet away and force her to keep giving her ground. "Because I love both."

Both women reeled with their pain as knees struck with bellies, though neither of them gave the other an inch. Yahagi still stayed locked up with Gabriel, and even increased the pressure in the lock when Gabriel did it back to her. She could already sense that Gabriel was not going to be easy to beat, and this made the samurai more eager than ever to beat her.

To do that, however, Yahagi was going to have to be more aggressive, but for some reason, Gabriel was still making polite conversation, despite the two women attempting to batter each others bare bellies. "I personally enjoy holds more. Always liked getting up close and personal with my opponents." She replied politely, before launching a second knee, and then a third right after it, straight into her opponents navel.

Gabriel almost gave a murmur of approval. She understood all too well Yahagi's feeling about having her opponents close to her with holds, but before the corner of her mouth could finish lifting, complicit in the feeling, a knee would crash into her abdomen again. She had already hardened her abs from before, so that blow was simply annoying, but then came a third more blow to the belly.

And Gabriel was taking them well...
"Guoph! heh, I'd say- Gueegh.... Hmp!" But a fourth knee aimed at her navel finished challenging her temper. Perhaps the queen was being too kind or too slow with Yahagi and it was time to wake up and to take it as her opponent demanded.

On the next knee strike, the queen would not back up to dodge, that would be saying that those previous strikes hurt and that was not going to happen, but instead she would throw her own knee forward to smash it into her opponent's. Knee against knee. And then she would wrap her own leg around this girl's leg to stop her from throwing any more of those punches.

"I think I'm being too silly with you." She exclaimed very serious, but polite. "Sorry for not taking it seriously."

Being able to balance had her leg hooking Yahagi's was difficult, but it could be done. Apart from Yahagi being strong, but Gabriel was no slouch- the blonde would work on trying to open Yahagi's arms to join her breasts to hers, with the idea of then folding the Japanese girl's arms behind her back and trapping her in a bearhug where she would pin her arms to her side and squeeze.

bearhug

Gabriel was proving to be a tough nut to crack, and going for the gut alone would get the Samurai nowhere. She grunted as her opponent took the knees seemingly as if she had just tickled her, before retaliating, first with onhooking her leg to free it, then locking Yahagi into a rough brearhug, locking both her arms behind her back. She had gone belly to belly like this multiple times before, but she rarely ever got put into such scenarios.

Seeing no clear way out, Yahagi tried to wriggle her body to disturb Gabriel's balance and get free. Failing that, she would do what the rules allowed, and sent a singular knee, straight in between her opponents legs, before using the opportunity to scramble away and nurse her pain.

"Gyuh, sorry about that blow... I had little choice..." Yahagi apologized, even though the attack was in the rules, she still felt bad doing it. She fights with honor, and striking ones opponent between their legs was anything but honorable.

Gabriel was about to knock this good girl down by sitting her roughly on her knees. But before she could make that transition, a blow would slam between her legs lifting her heels and reverberating in her composure from the foundations!

"Gyah!" Her eyes widened before her knees came together in shock. The impact was taking hold of her without her being able to process it and, consequently: her composure shattered very quickly!

The thin cloths were anything but a protection, and perhaps Fujimoto did not intend to be so harsh, but unexpected blows always hurt more, and the Queen thought her opponent would wait a little longer before delivering one of those cheap tricks, but perhaps she hesitated too long. And now Gabriel was on her knees, her hands sunk between her legs to soothe her pain and Yahagi free. Apologising from a safe distance even though it was a legal hit in this match.

"Yeah, yeah... I guess you don't like that sort of thing." She muttered, waiting for the discomfort to pass. "But at least don't make me think you're not going to be this tough."

The queen lowered her head and raised her hand waiting for Yahagi to help her up.

Yahagi still felt wrong about striking her opponent between the legs, but since the strike was legal, and in some ways encouraged, during this match, Yahagi saw little way out. Despite this though, her opponent seemed very much stunned by the strike. Yahagi knew that getting hit in her womanhood was anything but pleasant, but she did not expect to cause that much pain. She closed her eyes briefly, before reaching down to grab her opponent, hauling her back to her feet.

To try and at least be a little bit honorable, Yahagi decided that she wouldn't use such a tactic until Gabriel herself had struck her between the legs. An eye for an eye, so to speak. After raising her opponent to her feet, she would then wait until her opponent strikes again, thinking it would be more fair for her opponent, considering the pain she had to go through.