L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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Great Luvia was feeling pretty good, she had another match going for this league and she had heard that her opponent tonight was an upper-class sort of gal. Which she found to be a lovely idea. After her debut, she figured she needed to find some other upperclass ladies around here and see if she could find some like-minded sorts. It probably wouldn't be easy to find like minded aristocrats, but she figured that she couldn't be alone.

She stood at the top of the ramp, her music already started playing out of the speakers as she would proceed to walk down the ramp, a red carpet had been rolled out for the blonde Finish beauty, as she made her way down towards the ring. Fireworks trailed behind her as she stepped down the ramp and headed towards the squared circle.

Luvia nodded her head as she climbed up onto the apron and would lean over. Showing off her well shaped rear to the crowd as she slide in through the top and middle ropes and then got into the ring. Walking up towards the far off corner she climbed up high and waved towards the crowd which were throwing a fair deal of love the way of the buxom shining beacon of a noblewoman that was Luvia!

She would drop down from the corner and down onto her feet, placing her hands on her hips and walking towards the center of the ring as she would wait for her opponent there, after her red carpet had been quickly rolled up by the stage hands.

Augusta Pennington was something of a conundrum. She had been brought up by her mother, Lady Pennington and had been given every opportunity in life. She went to the best schools, the best parties and was fabulously, even obscenely wealthy. It came as a shock that she wanted to become a pro wrestler. Her mother disowned her not finding it befitting a regal lady and yet this did not dissuade the young Pennington. She was an outright brat. A spoiled, nasty and rude girl who needed to be taken down a peg. Normally she refused matches assuming the common folk to be beneath her, and consequently she relished the opportunity to literally put them beneath her as she pinned them in humiliating ways with a smother.

Despite her horrible attitude, her genetic deck of cards had dealt a winning hand. Augusta was flawless. Blond, curves and she smoldered sex appeal. All of which fed her huge ego. So when the chance came to battle with a fellow member of the aristocracy, she couldn't be keener.

"I do hope this rival lives up to expectations..."

She mused aloud as she walked to the ring, tonight sporting her trademark Tennis gear, powder blue, shirt skirt, white panties and a hugging top. She completed the ensemble with white training shoes

As she lurked awaiting her cue. She heard and saw the entrance by Luvia. A pang of jealousy ran through the posh girl

"How dare she upstage me, I am the one who is better!!"

Not waiting she burst through the curtain and marched down to the ring. The music hastily pumped through the PA and Augusta actually did herself a disservice with the rushed and shoddy entry.

She got to the ring and glared at Luvia. The sarcasm dripped from her mouth.

"It is lovely to finally meet a lady in the ring my dear. I am Augusta Pennington, and I do hate to spoil your party but I will be victorious tonight. However, please don't worry, the humiliation of Game, Set and Match will only be for a three count.... Providing you simply respect my superiority..."

The smirk would have curdled cream as she referred to her finisher that would, in Augusta's mind, see Luvia's pretty face buried between the tennis superstars plump cheeks. Augusta stretched a little and kept her eyes firmly on Luvia, who she had to admit, looked simply divine. However the obnoxious nature of the spoiled brat was a powerful force.

The crowd warmed up to the idea that this would be an action packed fight.

Luvia watched the ramp as she stepped up towards the center of the ring, her eyes would close until the sound of music finally came and her opponent started to make her way down towards the ring. She had been told she was fighting a fellow aristocrat, though it seemed as if she didn't have the same flair for entrances as the buxom Finish lady had.

Luvia would nod her head nonchalantly as Augusta moved into the ring and got up into her face, that sarcasm practically dripping out of the corners of Augusta's mouth as she spoke. Luva would smile towards the woman and fold her arms under her own impressive chest. She would take a step closer and move in a bit, closing the distance between the two women.

" Miss Pennington. It's quite an honor to meet you. I shall try to give you a defeat fitting of a proper lady." Luvia spoke as she would throw a light smirk towards the woman before releasing her aristocrat laugh. " Ohohohoho~"

Great Luvia would then try offer a handshake to Augusta Pennington. " May the superior lady win."

The scowl was causing wrinkles along Augusta's nose and forehead. It physically burnt that Luvia was a much higher class than her, and that she seemed to have the crowd at her corner. Augusta would never admit this, but she felt a little second place to the aristocrat before her. As she stretched, doing her best to flaunt her own curves, she approached her upper class rival and admired the view. Luvia had a body to die for, smooth toned powerful thighs, an ample chest and most of all, that hair and the permanent smirk on her face.

The words tumbled with ease and rang in Augusta's ears.

"I shall enjoy shutting you up, and will show you are no lady...."

Augusta felt she was getting one over on her rival when the handshake gesture took her by surprise. She paused, and heard the seemingly genuine comment. Normally people would show respect but Augusta was never one to play nice, even if her rival was from the upper echelon of society. The tennis player stepped and threw out a hand.

"Oh I intend to..." and then she mocked Luvia's infections and delightful laugh, "OHOHOHOHO!"

As a final insult, just as their hands were about to touch, Augusta drew it back sharply and flicked her own blond locks instead, in the process, somewhat arrogantly and stupidly, turning her back on Luvia. With her hands raised out, she played to the boo's of the crowd and smirked in the hate that was brewing.

The Great Luvia's eyes were fixed on her opponent as she responded to her words and closed in towards her. The Finish beauty wasn't estranged to pre-match banter, in fact she enjoyed it greatly and she had nothing against the tough talk that her aristocrat opponent threw her way. Instead the blonde nodded her head and rolled with the punches for now.

Offering her hand like that she watched Augusta move forward and heard her words, before she suddenly pulled that arm back before the handshake could be locked in. Those words of Augusta and her mocking of her laugh caused the Great Luvia's right eye to twitch a bit with anger. She decided though to take a deep breath and instead take a step backwards.

She wouldn't take that back of Augusta's, instead she would crack her knuckles on her right hand and then the left, before she would drop into her wrestling stance. " It appears that my mission tonight will be to teach you some manners. Miss Pennington." Great Luvia spoke as she would move forward, waiting for Augusta to be ready before she'd try and raise her right arm, offering a test of strength to the Tennis clad beauty.

Augusta, for all her mocking and arrogance was actually playing a bigger game than the crowd realised, she suspected that Luvia would realise the aim of her game but this was part of the fun. The game was Augusta testing Luvia, to see how well and quickly she could be wiled up, how easily that Luvia might make a mistake to which Augusta could capitalise. She expected the attack, a cheap shot as her attention was distracted, but it never came. The tennis superstar looked over her shoulder as she finished taunting the crowd, a wink toward Luvia

"Well now, I can see you DO have respect and dignity, I am most amused and pleased....."

The comment was nearly pleasant, befitting a lady of the aristocracy, but then Augusta was a brat, she followed up soon after as she turned

"... unfortunately, it is I who will be the teacher tonight! I will make humiliate you like a commoner!!"

She got into position, ready to grapple with the lovely posh girl and met her for a test of strength just as planned. Augusta gave a grunt as she strained, something more suited to a backhand stroke on the tennis court, but for now it was to see who got the advantage

The more she heard Augusta speak the more she was getting a clearer picture of the fellow blonde combatant, it was starting to look as if she wasn't as refined as she was trying to come off as, she was more of a brat. Not that Luvia minded that, it would make her task a bit easier if it was an opponent which she had a more hard time coming to terms with.

It would allow her to not hold anything back, not that she usually did....just that she had already had a run in with a not so friendly aristocrat. So she was a bit more used to it this time around.

Lucia waited for Augusta to get into position and the two of them got in close, bodies then came together in a smack. Generous frames bent forward and pushing and struggling for control. Luvia would feel the might of Augusta and it seemed as if her opponent was no push-over, yet neither was Luvia. The Great one would try and take a step forward, either pushing Augusta back, of pushing their frame even tighter together. Grunting and groaning with the effort she was putting into this test of strength like grapple.

Augusta was not a strong wrestler in the sense of physical ability, her power lay in her ability to get under a rivals skin. Her mind was sharp, devious and her brat like attitude gave her total belief that everyone was lower class than she was. Even in these short exchanges, Augusta knew she was, in her mind, better than her sexy rival. As they clashed together, Augusta decided that given their closeness, it was time to enjoy the moment. She would step in to mash her curves against her rival, and then, cheek to cheek, as if in a dance, Augusta would strike

The upper class heel would poke her tongue out and lick Luvia's ear, before sucking the lobe into her mouth to nibble slightly. The aim was a sensual distraction so that Augusta could break off, snake an arm around the back of Luvia's head and pull her down into a side headlock. If it was successful then Luvia would be getting a facefull of Augusta soft round right breast

"If you would be so kind to stop struggling like a commoner, I can ease you into a delightful pinning predicament?" Again, every "nice" gesture was met with mockery as she added, "OHOHOHOHOHO!" once more teasing Luvia with an impression of her haughty laugh

And then it was off, the lock up had started and their fit and well curved frames came in to a firm clash, breasts mashing together as their heads rested over each other's shoulders, holding onto a collar and elbow of the other woman as they were pushing against one another. It was however, not a struggle that was long for the world, as Augusta was quick to act in a way that surprised Luvia quite a bit.

The eyes of the great Luvia widened as she felt the lick against her ear, a slight blush appearing on her face as she would then feel the nibbling on her earlobe, it caused a sufficient enough distraction for the fellow blonde to turn things in her favor, breaking the lock up and twisting around to grab the drill haired blonde's head in a side-headlock, pushing her face right up against the soft breast of Augusta!

"Mmph..." She let out a muffled moan as she felt the arm around her head tighten and she heard the mockery that Augusta was throwing her way, even mocking her laugh. The Great Luvia's hands placed themselves on the hips of Augusta, she would try and look and find a way out of the this hold as she would try and push and shove at those hips to try and pull her head free to no avail.

Augusta's ruse worked and she managed to get Luvia down into the headlock. The aristocratic brat had to admit, being in the ring with such a sexy rival made all the difference, not least because of the cute muffled gasp that Augusta felt as Luvia struggled against the move. Content to hold her opponent for a moment, the tennis ace would work the headlock, taking a moment to stomp her sneaker down and sent a jolt along Luvia just to add to the pressure. However, Augusta knew that she couldnt take this moment lightly, nor Luvia who had all the assets to take a girl down for the count.

The tennis ace set off walking to pair toward a corner where she could unleash some more punishment and gain some momentum.The idea was to twist and thrust Luvia up against the turnbuckle pads so she could be wide open. However, Augusta's mouth was running far quicker than her mind. She couldnt resist another barbed taunt to get under the skin of Luvia

"As you can see, I am THE superior wrestler here, but do not feel too dis-heartend, I will make your end swift.... with my delightful end."

Augusta chortled aloud at her own joke, even though it was terrible. If she managed to lead Luvia over, she would attempt to dump her at the corner and look to follow up with perhaps a chop to Luvia's generous chest or a sly kick to her tummy, a lot would depend on her level of skill, despite what th aristocrat believed