L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Alba Garcia v. Francisca Herrera
Match Type: Standard
Rules: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout

The lights in arena suddenly shut off as a loud "Hola, hola!" rang out and Dare by Shakira began to play. After a few moments, Alba Garcia came out onto the stage, a shy smile on her face as she danced out to her theme song, then briefly stumbled in her routine, pouting a bit. She would then continue to do a subdued dance down to the ring, not going quite as bombastic with it like the song would suggest she do so.

At one point, the dancer actually stopped on the ramp when she saw someone hold their hand out to slap, and she looked around uncertainly like he was absolutely asking anyone else but her. The Spanish star would then cautiously walk up, then slap that hand, before beaming happily and proudly. It was almost like she had a fan now! She then continued to dance down to the ring with more pep until she got to the ring steps and nearly tripped over them, instantly just deciding at that point to enter the ring and not risk further humiliation.

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She would then stand in her corner nervously, awaiting her opponent as she held her hands around her stomach, dressed in her beautiful purple dress dancing outfit. Alba was very poor at wrestling so far, and she tried to make herself optimistic for the match up. Maybe this would be where everything turned around for her!

Francisca was a ball of pent up energy back stage, ready to take on her next opponent. The luchadora was already making waves, whether in wins or losses, putting on wild shows for the crowd, just as she hoped to do when she arrived at LAW. Whatever the outcome, the high-flying Costa-Rican would make sure this match was no different. Clad in her maroon, Devil Cat leotard and mask, she bounced from foot to foot in anticipation for the match.

Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra

Knock Back started blazing from the speakers, and Devil Cat set off, bursting out of the backstage area onto the top of the ramp. She paused at the top of the ramp to drink in the cheers and stares of the crowd as she showed off her curvaceous frame, turning side on and running her hands down over the swell of her bust, oozing confidence as she winked at the fans.

Then she burst into motion again, racing down the ramp - collecting high fives as she went before diving under the bottom rope to enter the ring. She remained on all fours for a moment, cat-like as she gazed around before fixing her stare on her next opponent. She slowly rose to her feet, circling the nubile, nervous-looking young woman across from her.

"Hmmm..." she purred appreciatively, her eyes running up and down Alba's body. "Aren't you just adorable!"

Alba Garcia watched her opponent rush towards the ring during her entrance and then recoiled back into her corner when she got on her hands and knees. Hugging her arms to her chest, she would then put on her brave face despite her body language screaming the opposite. A small smile appeared on her face, that quickly added a blush at Francisca's comment. She held her hands down, awkwardly running a hand over the other and said in return, "Thank you! You're, um..." she paused, staring at Francisca before smiling even more awkwardly. "You're very cool."

Then, Alba took a step towards her opponent, reaching out a hand. She tried to exert more confidence in the face of her opponent who was certainly not lacking in any of it. "I'm Alba Garcia. I hope we can have a good match!" she said optimistically. Francisca seemed so confident, but maybe, just maybe, Alba could overcome that somehow.

Francisca couldn't suppress a giggle at Alba's manner and the girl's compliment. She looked dumbstruck in the eyes of the Devil Cat. The Costa-Rican took the hand that was offered, but in a swift motion yanked the nervous-looking young woman towards her, twisting and catching Alba from behind.

The Devil Cat laid a hand across Alba's exposed midriff, pressing herself against the dancer's body from behind and nuzzling her nose to the base of Alba's ear with a purr.

"Oh I'm sure we'll have a good match, senorita," she whispered, grinding herself against Alba, hoping to fluster and confuse the young woman before the match had even begun. "Perhaps I can teach you a thing or two about real wrestling in LAW."

Alba had kept on a smile until the moment she was twirled directly into Francisca's grasp, her back firmly pressed against her opponent and locked with an arm around her slender waist. Her face went red when the Devil Cat nuzzled her affectionately.

And then, she felt Francisca grind against her and straightened suddenly with a shudder. Before she could even muster a response, Alba Garcia reacted on her instincts. Get away and get free. And considering that, the Spaniard let out a grunt and threw her free arm back in an elbow strike, trying to hit the more sensual woman in the face to get her to release her!

Francisca was enjoying the feel of having the young dancer tucked up against her frame, but getting carried away with her sensual advances she didn't see the other woman's retaliation until it was too late.

"WAGH!" Francisca yelped in surprise as Alba elbow struck her in the face, catching the Devil Cat completely off guard. She went stumbling backward, clutching her face for a moment before casting a furious glare at Alba.

"Fine," she hissed acidly, beginning to circle the young Spaniard. "Have it your way!" Then she hurled herself forward, attempting to catch the other woman in a collar-and-elbow tie up, hoping to use her momentum to shove Alba straight backwards into the ropes.

Alba Garcia's elbow hit hard, looking completely relieved. She would then turn back and see the furious Francesca glaring at her. Her good feelings soured almost immediately and the dancer began to sputter out, holding her hands in front of her. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I was just..."

Before she could finish, she was grabbed in a collar and elbow and shoved without any resistance on her part into the ropes as she let out a squeal of panic. "Eeeeee...!" She winced, back against the ropes as she kept her eyes closed, afraid of what may come next.

It was almost laughably easy to shove the dancer straight back against the ropes, fear and panic filling the woman's eyes as Francisca slammed into her and drove her backwards. A vicious smile spread across the Devil Cat's face as she jammed her body up against Alba's nubile frame, pinning her to the ropes and touching her nose to the young woman's cheek.

"Too late for 'sorry', girl," Francisca breathed seductively into Alba's ear, before taking a step back gripping Alba's arm and wrenching the girl away from the ropes, sending her shooting across the ring in an Irish Whip. When she bounced off the far ropes Francisca would move to meet her, leaping and attempting to halt the girl's momentum with a thunderous dropkick to the chest!

Alba stiffened against the ropes as she looked away as Francesca was so close. She was afraid of what the Devil Cat might do next with her trapped. And then, to her surprise, she felt the woman's nose on her cheek and she opened her eyes hesitantly, thinking it might not be so bad. And then the Spaniard's eyes shot open wide when Francesca whispered into her ears. Wanting to immediately flee, she was grabbed by the the arm. "N-no! Let go!"

And then to Garcia's surprise, she was shot off to the ropes with an Irish Whip. Alba bounced off and then, ran back towards her opponent and then was a hard dropkick to the chest that immediately flattened the dancer to back! Her body popped up briefly as she cried out, "Waaah..." before falling back again, holding her chest with both hands, left to the mercy of her opponent.

Francisca landed her dropkick flawlessly, bashing Alba straight down to the mats with ease. The Devil Cat rolled smoothly to her feet, looking down on the dancer with hungry eyes. Not about to let up the pressure, she dove down beside the young woman's head, grabbing it with both hands and sliding her legs around. With a devious smile, she clamped her supple thighs shut in a headscissor, with Alba's face buried in her crotch.

"Now that's better," she mocked, digging her hands through Alba's hair and pushing the foolish girl's face deeper between her thighs as she squeezed. "You just get comfy and let the Devil Cat work."