L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

No DQ Hentai Knock Out Match

Tracey Bull (w/ Paul Caldwell)

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vs.

Angel Knight

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The LAW fans were excitedly buzzing among themselves about the incredible night of action they had already witnessed, and what still laid in store! Confused murmurs than began to circulate around the arena as a blonde haired young man, wearing a suit and smoking a cigarette, walked out to the entrance ramp and down to the ring, seemingly not paying attention to anyone around him. The crowd's confused murmurs became boos as the man snuffed out his cigarette on the ring apron, a sign of disrespect, and entered the ring, shouting at a ring crew member outside to hand him a mic. He then tapped on the mic and waited for a few moments, looking around at the audience with great disdain.

"I want all of you to shut your mouths and listen to what I have to say!"

This only caused the crowd to boo louder, but without so much as a twitch the man cooly continued on with his words.

"My name is Paul Caldwell, future CEO of the CaldCo. brokerage firm, the largest brokerage in all of Britain. I have made more money in a single day than all of you disgraces for human beings in the crowd will ever make in your miserable lives,"

The crowd began to chant "WHO ARE YOU?" and "YOU SUCK!" at Paul's rude and biting comments, only causing a sly grin to appear on the millionares face.

"That's just a fact of life, your booing won't change that,"

"Ordinarily, I wouldn't even think of stepping into an arena like this one filled with mouth breathing sweathogs like you people, but tonight is a historic night! Tonight, everything you know about LAW changes! I know why you people file into arena after arena to watch LAW, besides to escape from the pointlessness of your life. You people want blood! You people want humiliation! You people want VIOLENCE!"

The crowd popped slightly at the energy behind Paul's declaration of violence. Something big was about to happen, they could feel it.

"Well friends, tonight I give to you violence on a level that has never been seen in LAW before! Tonight you're not going to see a wrestling match, you're all going to be watching a snuff film, and its lead star is none other than my client! She is pound for pound the greatest athlete walking the face of the earth today, both in look and in ability! Ladies and gentlemen, put you hands together for the future of not just LAW, but the wrestling world as you know it. Put your hands together for the Crimson Charger... TRACEY BULL!!!"

A column of smoke then rose up from the stage before fading away, revealing a giant of a woman who seemed to not have an ounce of fat on her! The giant wore a bull's head on her own, drawing comparisons to a Minotaur of great myth, and wore a revealing white bikini that showed off her large chest, stunning backside, and chiseled physique. She also had brown arm and shin pads that resembled fur, further adding to her majesty. Tracey Bull walked slowly down to the ring, allowing the audience to take in every part of her as Paul clapped for his client in the ring. The monstrous figure then got on the ring apron and, after looking to her left and right, stepped over the top rope into the ring! The usually energetic LAW crowd seemed stunned at Tracey's appearance, staying silent as Paul took his microphone up to his lips yet again with his client behind him.

"Your eyes don't deceive you! Do not adjust that television set! You're seeing six foot one inches and two hundred and thirty pounds of pure genetic stopping power, and heaven help whoever has to face my client tonight. Usually being the first to do something is a good thing, but this time it is a death sentence! Tonight Tracey won't settle for pinning you, she won't settle for submitting you, she won't even settle for breaking you, she will tease, humiliate, and desecrate you in this ring until you can't even move a single muscle in your body, paralyzed by pain and estacy! So LAW, send out the poor girl. Send the lamb out to the slaughter and let's get this No Disqualification Knock-Out match underway!"

With that, Paul threw his microphone right into the chest of the official and reached up as Tracey took off her Bull headdress, placing it on top of a nearby ring post before going over some last minute strategies with his client, who simply stared straight ahead at the entrance ramp like a predator awaiting her prey. Who would be brave enough, or stupid enough, to take on this mysterious newcomer in a No DQ KO match?

It was later in the show as the busty Angel was in the back, doing some warm up stretching in the back. The woman had been in the arena since the show had started, and as such had the ability to feel the crowd out and see how hot the crowd was, and Angel had never been infront of a hotter crowd. She had been used to wrestling in high school gyms, and bingo halls, she had never been made to wrestle in an arena this crowded before. Usualy, the twenty three year old blonde would be supper nervous. However… this wasn’t a Hentai match that the girl was used to and afraid of. No. this was just a No DQ knock out match. Usualy that would make most other girls quake in their boots, but not Angel. With all honesty, she didn’t care about being knocked out, as long as she got to keep her immodest clothes on, Angel would consider this match a win.

That being said, Angel would hear from behind the curtains a man talking. It wasn’t the ring announcer but another person….. the girl didn’t know who. She didn’t understand why the person was talking…. Her match was supposed to be next!

As she heard the man continue, she could tell the crowd was in a hurry to get to the next match as well, boos would radiate around the arena, shaking the entire foundation of the arena, the thought startled her… if she didn’t please the crowd, she wasn’t sure what they would do, and if they rioted or something? Well…. Lets just say Angel needed to do her best in order keep the crowd happy.


Once the man finished with his declaration, the stage director would give Angel a signal to go, and The blonde beauty would make her way from the back stage, to the arena, and to a violent roar os approval as she stepped out of the gates. The screams from the crowd, it was by far the loudest reaction the girl had ever gotten… but at the same time… she got the feeling it was more for the fact that she was against her opponent rather than who she was personaly.

Speaking of her opponent….

A massive lump formed in the blue eyed girl’s neck, as she saw her opponent in the ring. The girl was over half a foot taller than her… rippling with muscles.

It took a second for the girl to compose herself, she was used to fighting larger opponents… so this wasn’t a big deal for her. That being said, this woman had to be a heavy weight, there was no way she was in the same weight class as Angel.

As Angel made her way down the ramp and to the ring, she would go over to the side and offer to give highfives to members of the crowd, trying to make her feel more like a likable person…. A few people would take it, but most wouldn’t, which was understandable seeing what Angel was wearing , and how much of a little sex pot she had been in the past…. Heck, she wouldn’t want to touch her either if she was them.

Once she got into the ring, Angel would look up to the massive pile of musscel that was to be her opponent. Gulping, Angel would try to talk to the woman.

"Um... Hello...." The girl would say, a little timidly, "My name is Angel Knight.... I hope we can have a fun match."

With that, Angel would offer her hand out for a handshake.

Tracey Bull raised an eyebrow at the roar from the crowd as a young girl, one who couldn't have been older than 19, walked out wearing a skimpy white attire. Paul Caldwell smiled devilishly; he knew who this girl was. He remembered seeing Angel Knight's infamous wrestling debut live at a small indy promotion back in Britain. After the humiliation she suffered, he was surprised to see the girl still walking, let alone still daring to step in a wrestling ring! Paul then began to share some last minute advice to Tracey, who continued to stare down Angel as she got closer to the ring.

"Look at that little whore, they obviously aren't taking you seriously if that's the woman they're sending out to face you! Make an example out of this girl in front of all these fans and everyone in the back, but don't break her too badly," Paul then looked back at Angel, who was now on the ring apron, and rubbed his hands together, "I want to have some fun with her after this is over,"

Tracey simply nodded and cracked her knuckles as Paul went to the outside. He was going to get quite the show tonight, and much more after...

Tracey looked down at Angel as they both stood in the center of the ring. It was quite the mismatch for sure. Tracey was a whole foot taller than her opponent, not to mention more athletic at least in appearance. As Angel introduced herself and extended her hand, however, Tracey did something unexpected. She took the hand of Angel and shook it, giving a half smile as the crowd, and Paul at ringside, looked on with confusion.

"My name is Tracey Bull... and you're going to be my bitch,"

Suddenly the smile on Tracey's face turned into a sneer as she painfully tightened her grip on Angel's hand, stretching out her other arm and attempting to pull Angel into a short arm clothesline before the bell could even be rung!

At the sound of trace being nice and humble, the British woman made a sigh of relief, which was instantly taken from her as Trace squealed the blonde''s hand, nearly breaking it. As Angel cried out in pain, she was instantly hit with a clothes line, on so powerful that Angel spun 450 degrees in the air before slamming on her back, completely dazed and not sure what was going on. With stars in her eyes the blonde looked up to see the ref quickly ring the bell, starting the match for the two girls whIle Knight wasn't sure exactly where she was.

The crowd would cheer loudly as Tracey would send the much smaller woman flipping in the air and crashing onto her back with a huge clothslesline to start out the match. Tracey now had a much bigger grin on her face, brimming with cruelty and ill intent. Reaching down, she would try to grab Angel by her silk like blond hair and roughly pull her up before tossing her by the hair into the corner! Not giving Angel any moment of mercy, Tracey would flare her nostrils and, like her namesake would suggest, charged forward at Angel to sandwich her into the corner with a high impact shoulder tackle, shoulder aimed right at her ribs!