L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Hardcore Lumberjack Match
Ring will be surrounded by Maids supplied by Suzuki
No DQ or KO’s
Win via Submission only
Hentai Allowed

Suzuki Adachi

Suzuki was in a pretty damn good mood today as she got ready in the locker room. Having already wrapped up her chest and put on her bottoms, the yakuza boss would sit on the bench and finish putting on her gloves and foot guards. It’d been a bit since she and her opponent for tonight, Sheila, saw each other. After their match, the older woman had taken her as a prize to enjoy at home. One that she had eaten like take out among other things. The wild one was a fun time with her youthful stamina matching Suzuki’s insatiableness quite well. So much so that the punk actually still had the motivation to challenge her to a rematch. Most women tended to become submissive after a night with her in the sheets. Yet Sheila was already raring to go another round with her. Suzuki loved that though. The little punk was demanding a rematch with the older woman, even after all the punishment she’d taken. How could she resist accepting? Especially when she was already thinking about challenging the youngster herself.

Hearing her phone buzz from her bag, the woman would pick it up and see a text from her daughter. Rolling her eyes the unamused mother thought about ignoring it but looked at the message anyway…

“Peeeeereeeeeeeerv!”

…she should’ve ignored it. Mako had been taking shots at her mom for her sudden interest in Sheila. Calling her a cougar…woman eater…slut…all of which were borderline praises coming from Mako but still. The brat even had the nerve to ask if she could call Sheila mom yet. As much as the wild one’s rebellious attitude and trash talking turned Suzuki on…getting the same treatment from her daughter was pissing her the fuck off. Mako did it far more than the other woman also. Putting her phone and bag in her locker, Suzuki would exit the locker room, ready to take on her opponent for the second time.

As her music began to play, the yakuza boss would walk onto the stage and be greeted by a mixed reaction to say the least. It seemed like some were cheering because she was hot, some were booing because she looked like a bitch, and whoever was left didn’t know what to think of her. Suzuki couldn’t care less though. Walking down the ramp she’d slap some random guy along the way for no reason. Smacking him right cross his face without even looking at the guy. If people needed a reason to hate her she’d give them one. She wasn’t her daughter who did whatever she wanted and got cheered for it whether good or bad. Suzuki wanted to people to hate her and she’d get off on it. As for her opponents…she didn’t care what they thought about her as long as they gave the woman a challenge. So, after reaching the ring, the dark haired woman would climb up the side of the ring and vault over the top rope. Once inside she’d walk over to her corner and rest against it as she waited for her opponent.

Buuuuut…there was a surprise for her opponent outside the ring. Since Sheila had neglected to specify the details with her, Suzuki had no choice but to decide herself. Creativity had always been a strong suit for her, in more ways than one. So, figuring that since the Aussie woman had kicked her maids out last time, she might as well include them now. Waiting outside the ring were twelve of the maids that had agreed to serve as lumberjacks for their match. Of course some of her…more enthusiastic maids were excluded and some weren’t up for any sorts of sex in public. So out of the ten she had brought, only three actually had experience in fighting. That included a karate instructor, an American biker, and a former underground fighter. Then there were the five who didn’t have fighting experience but still wanted the chance to have their way with the two fighters. Luckily she was able to get an additional four temp maids who were actually acquaintances in her line of work. Most of them wore something to help cover their faces like black face masks, a couple bandit masks, and a bandana for the biker. A few of the bolder ones were unmasked though. One being a divorced housewife who really got into the sexual charged lifestyle Suzuki offered her. Another being the underground fighter who didn’t care being watched while fucking. Sisters who really really liked the idea of being watched while being sexual. Oh, and a part time stripper who was used to it.

Everyone seemed pretty excited about this. And since Suzuki knew just how sexually aggressive these ladies could get, she knew both Sheila and herself were in for a treat. Not to mention she told the girls to keep weapons under their skirts. That way they could slide them in for her or even use them themselves. Of course, she noticed a couple of women already making out, while the stripper was dancing with the housewife for the fans. And the biker seemed to be getting in some guys face…oh and now she smacked him and groped his girlfriend. Suzuki was starting to have second thoughts about letting these girls go wild…

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Sheila Morgan checked herself out in a mirror she’d found in the gorilla position, looking over the new fit of an outfit her friends had sent her from back home. It was the same cavewoman look she was known for, though it was turned up a notch, going hard with the furs and the animal skins, making her look like something straight out of Primal. Silly as it might’ve seemed, it was her trademark, and had been since she started wrestling - though that hadn't exactly been the plan.

For her first official match, she’d wanted to just wrestle in jeans and a t-shirt, not caring too much about looks, especially since whatever she wore was likely to get torn up in the hardcore matches she favored. Her friends convinced her to get a little showmanship, though, and she’d caved in by going to Discount Party World and buying the first thing she laid eyes on: a cavewoman outfit. The whole ‘Wild One’ thing had come from that, and she’d been sticking to it ever since.

It just kind of…fit.

Today was as good a day as any to bust out the new look, too, with her first match of the New Year about to start. Not a small thing, either. Once again, she was taking on Suzuki Adachi, the old battleship of a bitch who’d dogwalked her the last time they fought in a match. After the woman took her back home - kidnapped, if you want to be real about it - and then they’d had a lot of sex, after which Sheila had challenged her to a match. And here they were.

It wasn’t exactly as simple as that, but it wasn’t much more complicated, either, which Sheila preferred. She hadn't gotten into wrestling for ‘complicated’. She was here to fight and fuck, at the same time if possible. Suzuki, the crazy bitch, was about the same way.

They just kind of…fit.

She was just stepping away from the mirror when her own

started, heralding her entrance, and she came storming out from behind the curtain a moment later. Standing tall, she took a moment to breathe deep, bask in the lights, before she came stomping down the ramp, ready for war.

What she was a little less ready for was the mob of maids around the ring, a little reminder of the stipulation that Suzuki had set for this shindig. Not something she had expected when she asked Suzuki for a rematch, but fuck it, she wasn’t going to say back down at this point. She’d had a taste of what these maids could do when she was at Suzuki’s place, she wasn’t afraid to put any of them down if they got handsy.

… some of them were already getting handsy with each other, though. And the fans, too. Jesus, seriously, where did Suzuki find these people?

Sheila shrugged it off, slid in under the bottom rope, then popped to her feet with a hand on her hip. ”Oi!” She looked Suzuki’s way and thumbed back. ”You sure this whole thing’s not a conflict of interest, right? When I knock your crotchety ass out of the ring, your harem here’s gonna beat on you, too?”

Sheila would smirk as she watched the wild one come out and make her way to the ring. Noticing the woman's new look, she thought that the punk looked good as a blonde. Her new cavewoman outfit also looked nice. Not that it'd stay on for too long if Suzuki had her way. Watching as her opponent slid into the ring, the older woman would walk forward and meet her towards the center. "Nice to see you too~ I like the new look...almost as much as the schoolgirl outfit~" Suzuki would say as she gave the younger woman an up down. Of course the wild one was suspicious of the mob of horny maids outside the ring. Suzuki had her own concerns with them, but beating on the Aussie wasn't one of them.

"What makes you think they're going to beat on you? I'd be more worried that they're gonna fuck you silly~" the older woman would chuckle as she threatened the younger punk with a good time. "Honestly they're so horny I don't know what they're gonna do...so I'm probably in just as much danger as you are. As long as we're in this ring though...you belong to me~" she'd purr in the Aussie woman's ear before taking a set back and raising her hands. Staring eagerly at her opponent as she licked her lips, Suzuki would ready herself for the bell to ring out so she could launch herself at the wild one in a lock up. As the older woman waited to begin, the maids surrounding them would start to reign themselves in and pay attention. After all, they were looking forward to getting their hands on both of the ladies in the ring. The sisters seemed to be fawning over the wild one as they watched their target intently. Almost as if they were drooling at the thought of getting to have their way with her.

Normally, Sheila would’ve been happy with the compliment, but it was a little hard to take it coming from Suzuki. Not that she didn’t think the woman meant it, but more because she doubted there was anything she could put on that the ultra-horny woman wouldn’t have been turned on by. Still, she flexed and stepped aside, giving Suzuki an alternative view.

”Yeah, hope you like me in that outfit, because you’re sure-as-fuck never gonna see me in it again. Should’ve took a picture.” She actually still had the uniform at home, hung it up, and everything. She didn’t have any plans on putting it on, ever, but hey, you never knew when an extra set of clothes could come in handy.

She brought her curious eye back to the maids as Suzuki addressed them, still not sure what to make of the gaggle, but she seemed right about how rabid they all looked, stalking around the ring like a pack of hungry dogs. As long as they bit them both equally, it wouldn’t be a problem.

”I guess we’re about to find out, one way or another.” Sheila cracked her knuckles as the referee went to call for the bell. ”Let’s get to it.”

The bell rang and Sheila, true to form, didn’t waste a single second. She immediately rushed in, reeled back, and let flew with a wide right cross, targeting the center of Suzuki’s face.

Suzuki smiled as she watched the wild one flex for her. She didn’t care why the younger woman did it. She just enjoyed the sight of the sexy cavewoman showing off that body. Of course Suzuki didn’t believe Sheila’s bold claims of never wearing that school girl outfit again. “Oh? Funny since you kept that outfit even after I gave you your clothes back. If I didn’t know better I’d say you enjoyed being dressed up like that~” she would say, teasing the wild one with a Cheshire grin. Despite always enjoying their banter, both of the women were hungry for a fight and ready to sink their teeth into each other.

“I’m right here baby~ Bring it!~” Suzuki growled as she heard the bell ring. It seemed like Sheila was taking a page out of her playbook by starting things off with a strike. Meaning it was a bad time to go for a lock up with the wild woman. Resulting in Suzuki getting smacked right in the center of her face. Shaken but not quite stunned by the blow, the older woman would stumble back a couple of steps while raising her own fists out of instinct to cover up. However, likely unsurprising to the Aussie, Suzuki would start grinning chaotically as their fight kicked off. If Sheila wanted to start with a punch, then the older woman was more than happy to oblige. So, Suzuki would move forward while suddenly jolting her left leg. However this was just a feint. What she really wanted was to match Sheila’s punch with her own. So the yakuza boss would swing her arm right back at the wild one. Trying to give her opponent a taste of her right hook and smack the side of the punk’s head.

Okay, game time. Head on tight. Focus. Don’t think about the maids, don’t think about the stips, don’t think about Suzuki’s - admittedly amazing - tits. Just focus on one thing and one thing only: Taking this bitch down.

She started off well. Landing a single punch might not have seemed like much, but given the way that things had gone last time, Sheila was happy to take any and all small victories. The blow struck hard and true, cracking Suzuki clean. Against just about anyone, it would’ve put them down, at least left them stumbled, and given them a clear incentive to back the fuck off.

Not Suzuki. Suzuki kept coming.

The woman moved in without an ounce of fear, closing the gap between as she brought her leg around for a kick…or what Sheila assumed was kick, until the real strike came out. A right hook, crashing clean against her chin.

The spun her about and nearly put her up against the ropes, but Sheila stomped her feet down hard, planted, and came roaring back. Suzuki wanted a slug fest? Fine. She could trade for days.

A hook for a hook, then. She charged in, swung out, and sent a right hook of her own streaming towards Suzuki’s face. It lacked the finesse of the older woman’s blow, but more than made up for it in the ferocity department.

Suzuki would grin as Sheila fell for the front. Paying attention to her leg when it was her fist coming for the wild one. As her punch landed, the older woman would watch as her opponent spun and stumbled back. Nearly collapsing against the ropes if she hadn’t mustered her will and stomped her foot down to stop herself. Smiling, Suzuki would simply curl her finger in a come hither to motion. Daring the younger woman to come at her. If Sheila had actually hit the ropes then the yakuza boss might not have been able to hold herself back and end up sending her opponent out of the ring to the maids below. Now, though, the older woman was more than happy to engage in a slug fest with the youngster. And Sheila didn’t disappoint.

The younger woman came back at her and buried her fist into Suzuki’s cheek. The impact smacking her face to the side and sending her spit flying all the way out of the ring. Staggered by the blow, Suzuki very nearly lost her foot and ended up falling face down ass up like a bitch. However, the woman would stomp her foot down. Practically forcing herself to stay on two feet before rubbing her face with her wrist. That punch stung like hell and actually cut the inside of her mouth. Spitting some of the blood out of her mouth and onto the ring, Suzuki would flash her opponent a bloody grin before giving her a receipt for that punch. Looking to give Sheila’s skull a mind numbing blow, the older woman would swing an elbow strike right to the bitch’s head. Aiming to drill her right in the forehead with a strike that would send her seeing stars.

Ugh, Sheila hated this feint shit. She fell for stuff like that every damn time - someone would pretend through a punch with one hand, draw her in, then switch it up at the last second and catch her off guard. She wasn’t a boxer, wasn’t a strategist, wasn’t the type to read people’s moves and get a lock on what they were really trying to do. Her natural inclination was to take her opponents at face value, so when their moves told her they were going to do one thing, she just…went with it.

And she paid for it. As usual. But, also as usual, she gave as good as she got.

Sheila’s own punch landed well and sent Suzuki reeling, even managing to bring the bitch down and gain her first blood. It didn’t keep her down, but that was to be expected. Smelling blood, she rushed in with her fist drawn back, looking to capitalize.

Big mistake. She wound up walking right into Suzuki’s strike, an elbow cutting clean through the air, another blow to her temple. This one had more effect, spinning her head around and forcing her body to follow. She twisted about and kept on her feet, but she was still stunned for the moment, her world spinning, her equilibrium thrown off.

It seemed like the wild one was having trouble waiting for her turn. Bad move on her part, because it let Suzuki greet her face with a hard elbow shot that nailed her right in the skull. Watching the younger woman become stunned as a result of her strike, the yakuza boss would smile and lick her lips at the sight of the helpless prey in front of her. Sure Suzuki was enjoying their little back and forth slug fest...but if Sheila wasn't going to wait her turn then why would she? Rushing her opponent, the inked up fighter would try to swing around the punk and try to lock her arms around her waist. Her breasts mushrooming against the youner woman's back as she clung to her.

The badass mother had seen her daughter do the same thing to a myriad of different opponents over the years. And now she was going to to copy the move for herself to enjoy. "So...having fun yet, baby?~" Suzuki would ask her opponent with an agressive sounding purr right before chomping down on the younger woman's neck. She just wanted to give the wild one a little love bite to tease her. Later on is when she'd really sink her teeth into this sexy body. Then, still hugging her opponent tightly from behind, Suzuki would attempt to lift her opponent up and over. Looking to slam Sheila back down on the ring with a mean German Suplex!

Even through the haze, a panic was going through Sheila’s mind, as she realized the trouble she was in - open, dizzy, stunned. She was prime prey for Suzuki, and she knew the woman wasn’t about to let that go unpunished. She needed to get her shit together, before-

Too late.

Sheila gasped as she felt the woman’s arm come around her body and pull her in tight, mashing those luscious breasts against her back. Then came the teeth, nipping at her neck, making her shiver all over, her body stiffening, her heart racing.

Sheila froze, and that freeze gave Suzuki all the time in the world to lift her up and send her flying away. The Wild One hit the mat and rolled, her body flopping about, nearly taking her under the ropes and to the outside.

”Nope!” She grabbed the bottom rope before she could fall all the way outside and pulled her way back in at the last second, narrowly avoiding the menagerie of maids waiting on the outside to devour her. Still, it left her on her back, aching, as she looked up at the lights.