L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Body-to-Body Submission Match
Rules: Victory by submission or knockout. To win, both wrestlers' bodies must be in contact.
When she'd had this match proposed to her, Yuna was nothing if not eager for it. It was a match that the promoters felt would be well suited to her talents, and when she'd heard it explained, she couldn't deny they were right. A match in which the objective was to crush one's opponent into submission using every ounce of bodily weight and force, driving the air out of their lungs by sheer pressure alone, was something Yuna was sure she could thrive in, given her large frame, ample curves, and propensity to smothers. In her apartment wrestling days she had won multiple matches just by squashing her smaller opponents beneath her, and those victories she looked back on fondly.

But not only was this a match that would test Yuna's talents, it would also put her up against an opponent who she was eager to face. After seeing some of Amandine's matches, Yuna was sure she would make a worthy foe - not only was she just as curvaceous as Yuna herself, and would surely put up a good fight in an environment like this, but her charms were hard to deny. A match like this would make sure Yuna would get a good feel of Amandine's body up close and personal, and the thought of it made her mouth water!

"Coming first to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan! At 6'1 and 232 pounds, YUNA MATOU!"

Spoiler

The cheers that broke from the crowd as Yuna stepped onto the entrance ramp were loud enough to drown out any other noise in the arena, particularly when they saw the skimpy red bikini she wore, clinging tightly to her form! Yuna sauntered down the ramp with a swing in her hips, blowing kisses out into the crowd to either side of her. Coming to the ring, she climbed over the ropes, where she walked over to her corner, stretching and brushing her hair back in preparation for the match to come. The sound of the cheers she got never failed to lift Yuna's spirits, and the smile grew across her face - but what she was really excited for was when Amandine would make her entrance!

For a newcomer like Amandine, the reception wasn't quite as warm with Yuna's. Yet there was not a hint of doubt or anxiety on her features. It wasn't that the crowd wasn't cheering, whistling, and howling at the highlight reel. It bordered on softcore porn; multiple images of near fetishistic angles of Amandine's opponent's contorted like human knots in her limbs. That wasn't even the raunchiest; women of the same muscular, voluptuous build, muscles tensed monstrouslyy like an armour of balloons yet buried and gradually molding against her equally steeled yet sensually curved frame.

The same frame that sashayed and swayed in a just slightly too small darkened white bikini, her enormously globular breasts bobbing with the drill-like bangs hovering inches above them. Legs thick like butcher's meat, arms bristling with strength like iron pillars, and powerful abs veiled by a thin layer of curves. It was very clear that as she sensually slid over the ropes, her but crack momentarily catching the rope between it and tits almost slipping out of her top as they bumped against a lower one, that she had very, very few holdups about exposing her body.

With the way her tongue moistened her lips and she slightly jutted her puffy, firm posterior as she semi-circled Yuna this wasn't just for show. She wasn't even going to her corner, simply standing in the middle of the ring, arms on her hips. She was the larger woman, maybe not bustier or curvier but it was clear her muscles were her true weapon. Tensed and taut, she bathed in the flash of cameras yet did not reply with winks or fluttering eyebrows. Yuna, currently able to get a full view of impressively tensed abs, was the subject of her attention.

"My, it seems they're setting me up against a veteran. I thought you'd be a little taller... but you look just as succulent as a woman half your age~" She purred, her heavy accent slightly slurring and blurring her words with a touch of French arrogance. "I'm honoured to have such a sensual partner... so much so, you can have the first taste~"

Algerie's hands swept over her belly and its taut, river-stone smooth abs now tensed and revealed from their curvy blanket. Her shoulders leaned back just a little as her waist pushed forward, offering muscles that would be the envy of most bodybuilders to her opponent.

"Why don't you give me a taste of that tum of yours too? A nice flex, a kiss of our bodies - where I am from, it's common courtesy to demonstrate directly to your opponent what they'll be bringing to our coming feast~"

As videos of Amandine's previous matches played on the screen, Yuna turned to face them with an eyebrow raised and a grin on her face. From what she had heard of her opponent, she had come to expect a woman both skilled and seductive, and the clips she was seeing didn't in the least bit disappoint. It seemed as though Amandine would bring a healthy knowledge of holds and submissions to the table, yet her size, and the ease with which she twisted her opponents to her whim, belied a powerful strength. If this was what Yuna could expect from her foe, she was eager to experience it firsthand.

But the real moment of truth wouldn't come until Yuna set eyes upon the Frenchwoman herself - and it was just then that Amandine set herself upon the entrance ramp. Yuna's eyes wandered down, looking over her opponent's curvy form, her breasts, thighs, and hips jutting out from a solid core of muscle that rippled beneath her pale skin. The sight of Amandine alone brought many cheers, but Yuna herself was just as eager to witness the well-sculped body she was about to go up against, chest to chest and woman to woman. "Oh, my," she muttered to herself, bringing up her hand to fan her own face, as Amandine got into the ring.

Even after that happened, Amandine circled around Yuna, sizing her up in preparation for the moment they would collide. The former apartment wrestler picked up on her cue, and she was quick to follow suit, leaning in closer to Amandine. She watched the arc of her body sway as she raised her foot, her curves jiggling as she brought it down. Amandine might have been larger, but Yuna wasn't perturbed - she knew that, whether she would win or lose, she would at least enjoy the experience.

And she was just as eager to hear Amandine's voice, too. Being complimented on her looks, even as she grew older, always flattered Yuna, and she credited the compliments she got from opponents and admirers alike with helping her maintain the confidence to keep going. She chuckled, tossing her hair back as she playfully fluttered her eyelashes in Amandine's direction. "Why, thank you, dear...truly, thank you. You're quite a sight to behold yourself...I can't wait to get a better look.

Indeed, that was just what Amandine offered, standing tall and sucking back her stomach to reveal the solid wall of muscle that braced it from beneath. Yuna straightened her back and held her shoulders high, but even as she flexed, it was clear to anyone that her softer, more rounded frame was nowhere near as toned as Amandine's own. Still, what she lacked in muscle, she made up for in her curves, and as she drew closer to her foe, Yuna pressed against her, her heaving breasts being the first to make contact as they squashed into Amandine's own, flattening beneath her thin top.

"By all means, let's. I can already tell I'll enjoy dealing with you."

"We'll be doing much, much more than dealing."

The meeting of two masive pair of mounds alone would've sold half the seats occupied tonight. It wasn't hard to see why. Yuna's breasts were like a slow syrupy tide and Amandine's firm but welcoming boulders. The infinitesimally specific ways the form and the overlowing sets of tits interacted with one another was a work of art. Yuna's would partially press down a few inches of Amandine's mass before their firm, globular perk would expand back, forcing them to mold around rather than press in. It was almost like yin and yang but it was not balance both women would be speaking but dominance.

It was clear what kind of dominance Amandine specialized in. As their breasts danced, their bellies battled. Even on the defensive Amandine clearly had an advantage. Yuna's body was heavy and it had squashed countless others underneath it but at best, it seemed to only arouse Amandine. Was that intentional though? As Yuna's curves pressed against rows of powerful, marble muscles they were inert at first, simply enjoying her warmth as they squished against her suprior build. Yet barely a few seconds in and they somehow tensed harder, almost shoving into Yuna. Not enough to disbalance but her curves would squish even harder as Amandine's abs almost seemed intent on pushing through her plush and into where she was most vulnerable...

"But that shall be for later no?" She smiled, breaking away to the cheers of the crowd. Taking a step back, she raised her arms in a fighting stance. They still had to wrestle after all.

When the bell rung, Amandine would stomp forward with her hands shooting forward to grip Yuna's shoulders. There was nothing fancy yet; a test of pure strength to see who could overpower the other. Her grin remained; she was going to look forward to rolling this woman like dough under the rolling muscle of her belly.

"And I wouldn't want it any other way...~

As Yuna and Amandine met in the center of the ring, they locked eyes, watching each other with an eagle-eyed attention to detail. If anyone moved even a muscle, they would be the first to see it. They didn't want to let their guard down for a second. But despite her cold, steely-eyed focus, Yuna's face wasn't showing a stern and rigid glare, but a smile. She was eager to see what Amandine was capable of, excited for what the match would bring. She knew it would be the ultimate test - and she couldn't wait for it! She didn't want to take her eyes off her opponent, not because she was concerned with what she might do, but because she didn't want to miss a moment of it!

The opening of the match saw the two heavyweights go breast to breast against one another, and little by little they began to draw in closer, with Amandine's breasts sinking into the soft expanse of Yuna's own. Soon, they were growing even closer, the two of them meeting not only with their breasts but with their hips, shoulders, and abdomens, grinding and rubbing into one another. Amandine could feel every motion Yuna made as they rocked from side to side and pushed in closer, their breaths coming in warm against their necks and cheeks. They couldn't come any closer - and, pressed this closely against Amandine, Yuna could feel her rigid muscles, forming a solid core beneath her curves. So powerful was her body that as she pushed a step forward, Yuna's foot skidded back a few inches, forced to move against the oncoming tide.

For Yuna, the moment seemed to last forever - but just as suddenly as it had begun, it all stopped. Amandine broke away, stepping back from the former apartment wrestler, who was left looking on in confusion. She'd gotten so caught up in their moment of contact that the rest of the world seemed to melt away. But the Frenchwoman's words made reason return to her - and Yuna nodded in agreement. Getting into a stance of her own, she raised her hands and prepared to grapple with her foe.

"Ah, yes, of course...my, I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?~

As soon as the bell rang, the two women moved in toward one another, going for the test of strength. Amandine grabbed at Yuna's shoulders, and Yuna mirrored the gesture. She had gotten a taste for what she could expect from her opponent a moment ago, and she knew she would be a hard foe to move - but Yuna was undeterred. She clenched her teeth and leaned in close, pushing back at Amandine's shoulders and causing their breasts to meet once again as the distance between them narrowed. As Amandine would surely have felt, Yuna too had a layer of muscle that hid beneath her fleshy form, and she was willing to use it; she wasn't about to back down!

Amandine couldn't help but giggle at the other woman taking a step back. It was something so minor but it seemed so unbecoming or even embarrassing. After all, what clearer sign was there of physical superiority than being forced to retreat from another's strength? She gave her eyelashes a few battings, moisturizing her lips with her tongue. Yuna had skidded and she respected how she kept her balance. A short distance remained between them but not for long.

"My, I hope I won't give you too much trouble keeping up."

There wasn't time for much more chatter. Actions spoke louder than words and soon strength clashed against strength. The time for pleasantries had ended and the prelude to greater pleasures began. Palms to shoulders, eyes locked on eyes, jaws clenched, bodies tensed. The two women were almost a mirror of one another even down to the mashing of their mounds.

Amandine's expression was as relaxed as she could be and still aroused. Not just from the docking but the strength she felt flowing through the opponent and saw herself.

"What nice biceps you have Miss Matou; it seems your curves are hiding their secrets." She teased, attempting to take a few steps forwards with the left-right mashing of her breasts like two pumps, taking turns on squishing on her opponent's. "I hope you won't mind when I grind them out; I'd love to see that body of yours all tight and tense~"

Yuna might have broken her contact from Amandine a moment ago, but in any case, she had no qualms about getting back into the thick of things now. As soon as the bell rang, she closed the distance on her foe, reaching out to take hold of the fellow heavyweight's voluptuous form. Her smile, which had held this whole time, only grew wider, as her heart quickened at the thought of what excitement she was due to face next. "Oh ho, don't worry...I have no intentions of backing down~"

Indeed, Yuna would back such conviction up with her actions, as she pushed her body up against Amandine, going hand to hand and chest to chest. She could feel practically every inch of Amandine's form moving against hers, from the ripple of her muscles beneath her skin as she pushed and shoved to the squish of the soft flesh of their breasts and thighs meeting each other. Already, Yuna could feel her excitement growing, the heat rising in her body each time she and Amandine mashed and pressed into one another. They may have joined hands, but so far, neither was in a hurry to go to any grappling or throws. Their sheer body mass was a powerful enough weapon for their purposes - and neither wanted to leave one anothers' embrace!

Yuna winked to Amandine as she complimented her on her conditioning. "Thank you very much," she said. "As you can see, I intend to put them to good use." Yuna could feel the Frenchwoman gaining on her - each inch she moved caused Yuna to lean back more and more, and she was forced to concede one step back to her opponent's advances. She purred softly under her breath as her chest rubbed from side to side against her own. But she had no intentions of letting Amandine win - and soon, she would try to even that pressure out, grasping tighter around her foe's hands as she firmed up the muscles in her arms. Putting her strength into her next shove, Yuna thrust forward with her shoulders and chest, attempting to steer Amandine backward with a push even harder than what she had been met with!

Amandine's advanced staggered as her advance slowed against a wave of force pushing back. Her bangs swung forth, almost gracing Yuna's face but her smug grin remained even when the tides turned. The short pause in the action had swapped the advantage in momentum as Amandine's tits flattened back. Her backwards stepped picked up in speed as the ropes neared. A strength she had expected yet was not truly prepared had her on the defensive, her elbows bent as she attempted to pour more power into her palms. One foot slid back to try and dig against the mat and put up a desperate defence.

"Well met," She spoke between pants. A grin was on her face, one in which her haughty air was absent. "Let's see how sharp you are."

Amandine likely had a decent chance at muscling her way back. It wasn't a percentage she was going to gamble on. Her muscles spoke for themselves but sometimes, brain should be the one guiding brawn. Amandine's hands would attempt to pull out to side, taking a step forward and smushing up against the other heavyweight, face to face, tit to tit. Not belly to belly; she leaned forward enough Yuna would be able to feel her impressive mass atop hers as her butt poked out, waist cocked like a hammer ready to swing.

Her lower body swung forward, abs tensed and hardened to smack hard against Yuna's. She'd loosen her grip enough that Yuna might be knocked out of it, allowing her to stumble back. If it was successful and Yuna was staggered, Amandine would charge with what at first seemed like a tackle, smacking into Yuna's lower ribs. She would then lift her up against her shoulder, turn around holding her up, and try to slam her back first into the mat.

Amandine stood in Yuna's path like an unwavering wall, but the former apartment wrestler was determined not to let that slow her down. Undeterred and unintimidated, she pushed ahead, and the soft flesh of her breasts rippled and flattened up against Amandine's own as their forms met one another. Yuna could feel that Amandine was trying her best to hold back, even as she clenched her teeth and groaned under her breath in trying to summon the strength she needed. But she still wouldn't let that stop her. If Amandine wanted to stay steady, then Yuna would need to meet her with an even stronger force!

In defiance, Yuna looked up to lock her eyes on her opponent, her eyes narrowed in a focused stare. But it was just then that the tides turned. Suddenly, Amandine pulled Yuna's hands to the side, shifting the balance of weight between them. That was enough to slow Yuna down, and so too did her surprise, as she looked up with a gasp to see how Amandine was looking to outsmart her. In that moment, the Frenchwoman saw that Yuna's guard had been broken, and she saw her opportunity! Drawing back her hips, she swung them straight into her opponent's own, landing with enough force to send Yuna stumbling!

Unable to hold on against the force, Yuna's fingers slipped away from Amandine's wrists, and she staggered backward across the mat. She stopped to pant for breath, though she still looked back up at Amandine with a smile. "Very...inventive..." she said, in between pants as she tried to recenter herself.

Amandine, though, wouldn't give her the chance - she came charging in forward, slamming her shoulder into Yuna's with a powerful ramming motion! With a yelp, the brunette was taken up on to her shoulder, bent over forward from the impact, which set her up perfectly for Amandine to drop back and hurl Yuna against the mat! There, she landed with a thud, bouncing into the air before coming to rest. The air was knocked out of her, and she gasped and groaned, staring up at the lights, while the crowd cheered at the sight of a move simultaneously so powerful and so devious!

Yuna's body jiggled delightfully in a way Amandine would commit to her memory. It was a short second she wanted to savour far longer than the fast-paced action of the ring would allow but the French Fireball had already cooked up the next series of moves. Already on all fours over Yuna's legs, Amandine crawled over and licked her lips, dragging her tits up the older wrestler's thighs, her smooth belly, and slowing oh so deliberately as they dragged over her tits. They molded against their underside, smushing over her tops, and squished down as Amandine brought her shoulders near to Yuna's, attempting to press and flatten them and see how tough they were.

Of course that wasn't all that was going on. Amandine's hands had slid up her sides, then her biceps (after giving them a nice squeeze), and onto her wrists. Muscular thighs squished her opponent's together, a firm belly with a far lesser set of curves let its abs sink into its opponent's, and her face was romantically close.

"I wouldn't mind staying like this for a little, would you?"

Amandine giggled and licked her across the cheek. She was a heavy woman due to her powerful build but not all of her weight was crushing down onto Yuna. Her knees pressed against the mat while she hoisted just enough of her upper body up it didn't feel like Yuna was being compacted... even if her wrists would be a bit numb from Amandine pressing down onto them.

Most of the weight if anything was with her breasts, slowly mashing back and forth, molding Yuna's against them like globs meshing against one another in a hypnotic lava lamp. Even with an advantage, she was holding back. A sense of honour or perhaps simply wanting to save the best for last. She wanted those breasts of Yuna's nice and ripe... but she'd hold out on doing the same for the rest of her body.

"Yet if you wish... why don't we lay side to side and you test that body against mine?"