L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"Alright, it's time to fight. And it's time to win!" Ishtar Vasiliev said to herself backstage, hyping herself up for her next match. She would be fighting a lightweight woman, whose name was Honoka Kobayashi. From what Ishtar had gathered, she seemed to have a bit of a tendency towards aerials. "If I can catch her if she tries to do one of those, I can turn that into a quick trip to dreamland with a slam."

Ishtar was quite confident in her chances to win this match. She was quite used to having the power advantage over other middleweights such as herself, and even a lot of heavyweights for that matter. With her opponent being a lightweight, that gap would only be bigger. And the best part was that according to her profile, Honoka wasn't even particularly fast like most lightweights. So Ishtar was confident that she would be able to force Honoka to engage and exploit her strength advantage.

Ishtar's Music: Thunderstruck - ACDC

As Ishtar heard her music beginning to play, she began to confidently strut out from backstage towards the arena as the ringside announcer began her intro.

"INTRODUCING FIRST: STANDING AT 5'10" AND 155 POUNDS, FROM RUSSIA, ISHTAR VASILIEV!"

Ring Attire

As Ishtar reached the ring, she stepped one leg up onto the bottom rope and flexed for the crowd. Clasping her hands above her head and showing off the muscles that make her such a threat in the ring, and that Honoka Kobayashi was about to be on the receiving end of.

Spoiler

Honoka Kobayashi had tried so many times to get her head in the game as it were backstage, that she had built up something a routine. A routine with arguably a success rate of 0, given Honoka's astonishing win record.

A lovely grand total of 0. And she wasn't exactly a brand new performer.

Stepping foot before the masses with a fake smile to boot, that smile became a little more genuine as she descended the ramp. It was hard not to cheer for the plucky lightweight, if only because of her insane bad luck. She often had the skill to go far in matches, and might have been amongst the physically strongest in the lightweight division itself. But something was always alluding the busty pinkette. Be it luck or destiny, Honoka always fell apart as the match went on.

And she was most certainly opening herself up to such a possibility again tonight, given that her opponent towered over her in nigh all forms. A discovery she made but should have very well known, as she clambered upon the ring apron before sliding her chesty figure through.

"I hope..." She'd gulp, asking herself yet again why she even opted to consider a match against a heavyweight, never mind outright go through with it. It was far too late to say no now, mind. Unless she wanted to abandon all attempts at looking mature, with the brief vision appearing in her mind of her sliding below the ropes and bolting it backstage. A vision she swallowed down and cast aside, as she stared into the eyes of Ishtar.

"...We have a good one..!"

As Ishtar watched Honoka exit backstage and approach the ring, she didn't notice anything strange or unexpected about her. Confident looking smile, calm look, that is until Honoka actually looked at Ishtar when she reached the ring. It certainly seemed like there was something about Ishtar that Honoka hadn't been expecting, given away by the way she entered the ring and gulped during her greeting.

To her credit though, Honoka seemed to regain her composure by the end of her greeting. Ishtar noticed a sharp look in the eyes that were staring straight at her. "I hope so too." Ishtar would reply. "You know, I hope the size difference isn't too off putting for you. I mean, forty-some pounds isn't too much, right?" Ishtar said as a bit of a joke.

But any joking mood Ishtar had was shoved down and replaced by seriousness once she heard the bell ring. Ishtar would start the match uncharacteristically aggressively, owing to her desire to force Honoka to engage with her. Ishtar wanted to get her hands on her opponent. Test of strength, elbow collar tie up, even a double bearhug. It didn't matter to Ishtar. She wanted to get some kind of position that would pit Honoka's strength against her own.

Honoka merely shook her head regarding the size difference. Had she put some thought into it, she would have become a crumbling wreck once more. All the disadvantages she had, and she accepted a match where size was a factor as well?

Honoka had to glaze over the thought and fast, less she sweat buckets infront of her larger foe.

To her luck she'd soon be given opportunity to, as a nod to Ishtar would be misplaced as being one to signal she was ready to begin the match. Which in turn, allowed the referee to ring the bell! With focus on the match now being underway, Honoka kicked off her feet if only to circle alongside her foe. Keeping fronts to fronts as she feinted a few dives towards the larger beauty, Honoka's right hand would eventually look to meet Ishtar's own left.

With a cautious attempt by the lightweight being made for something of a test of strength. One she had actual little intention on holding out through - but the mere lock up would allow opportunities to wrangle and chain wrestle her foe.

As Ishtar went in hard after Honoka, her pink haired opponent decided to dance around a bit, looking like she was trying to outmaneuver and trick Ishtar with feints and dives. But it seemed to Ishtar that Honoka wasn't really looking to engage. But then, Honoka seemed to have a change of heart. Giving Ishtar what she wanted by reaching out her hand for a test of strength.

Once Ishtar and Honoka had locked hands, the Russian had no intention of letting her opponent go. Ishtar would start working to flex her immense strength, looking to crush Honoka's hand and bend back the lightweight's wrist in her grip. If she succeeded in establishing physical dominance over Honoka, Ishtar would then fire a big kick straight into Honoka's stomach to force her down onto her knees.

If Ishtar's plan worked, she would capitalize on it by going for a submission hold. She would pull Honoka forward as she stepped over the arm she was holding, and then Ishtar would pull Honoka down to the mat and lock her into a reverse armbar. Bending Honoka's elbow back as Ishtar wrenched the girl's arm between her legs.

Had Honoka been to Ishtar's scale, she might have put up a fight interesting to watch. Hell, she might have even overcome her foe, at least in the power department. But strong as she might be, standing next to Ishtar made the latter look like a near giant. For however hard she had to work for such strength, Ishtar given her size only had to train a fraction of.

Gagging out as the pain immediately in her fingers, Honoka's attempts to step back and away were completely in vain. She'd try as she could to bring her front leg back, along with rearing her upper body back, but Ishtar only had to take a step forward to cancel her out. That, or she could simply give a little pull to get Honoka back to square one. Though the audience hardly complained at the sight, given Honoka's heavy bosom swayed up and down excessively with her effort to find some freedom.

Nonetheless, her larger foe would find the success she desired, forcing Honoka to the canvas before locking in a torture upon that arm. Honoka's reaction was as to be expected -

"AHHH..LET GO..!" Her free arm would near spank the thigh of Ishtar in hopes of release, as her knees dug into the ground to allow her feet to kick. A motion that was near completely useless, save for the fact it helped Honoka focus a little on something besides the pain. Though it did nothing to free her, as Ishtar's restraint not only wrenched her arm out of shape, but gave the audience to Honoka's front a hell of a view. For the pinkettes already hefty bosom was now squishing to the canvas, mushrooming seemingly in an attempt to be free of her attire.

As Ishtar already knew, and Honoka was about to find out, challenging the Russian wrestler to a test of strength was rarely a wise idea. Once the two girls locked up, Ishtar swiftly overpowered Honoka. The pinkette fought hard to pull free once she realized her predicament, but her strength just wasn't enough to stand up to Ishtar's strength.

With Honoka trapped in the test of strength, Ishtar would now capitalize on her advantage. Driving her boot into Honoka's stomach to bring the pinkette down to her knees, then forcing her down completely and locking her into a reverse armbar. At this point, Ishtar's opening strategy had officially worked to perfection. And her reward was Honoka kicking and scream in pain beneath her.

As Ishtar continued to bend Honoka's arm, she noticed that the lightweight seemed unable to even start to escape. Ishtar wondered if she could end the match here if she wanted. But even though she probably could, Ishtar decided that she wouldn't. She was as much a fan of wrestling as she was a wrestler. And she knew that she was disappointed when a match ended after only a single hold. So she would keep this match going.

"Alright, I'll let you go," Ishtar said as she dropped Honoka's arm and turned to face the same direction as her. She then hooked her arms underneath Honoka's armpits and locked her into the full nelson variant on the camel clutch. Ishtar would pin back Honoka's arms while pressing down on her neck, while she bent Honoka's back. Arching it into a "C" shape and pushing out her chest to the crowd.

Regrets over using what cunning and speed she had against Ishtar filled Honoka's mind, as she felt her arm nearly yanked out of its socket mere moments into the match. And had Ishtar not willingly opted to abandon her hold, such a thing may have very well have transpired. For Honoka was powerless in more than one meaning of the word on how to break out - she had neither the strength nor the inkling how to escape!

Ishtar however wasn't merely releasing in favour of letting Honoka rise nor otherwise. For she released the hold, but not the grip she had on Honoka's mitt. A motion that made the pinkette roar out in detest, given how powerless she was to defend against even a basic limb restraint!

What came next was to be the definition of restraining for the stacked pinkette, as merely a full nelson either standing or laying from a woman of this power would have done her in. Never mind what came next.

Attempts to tense her core and pull forward with her back were near completely in vain, as almost like stretching out an accordion, Ishtar slowly pulled the pinkette into shape. Near jiggling with every inch forcibly and quickly gained, Honoka's heavy bust became a hell of a sight for those in front of her. There was hardly reason as to explain why, given that by default Honoka's big chest was sticking out. Never mind now, when her entire front upper body was forced out by Ishtar's bend!

Though the attack on her pride would be the least of her concerns, as nigh seconds into the match Ishtar seemingly looked for a back breaking submission! One that quickly made Honoka's poor spine begin to creak and ache - a feeling that naturally, made poor Honoka begin to scream!

Ishtar had already asserted complete domination over Honoka. In barely a minute, the pinkette had been reduced from Ishtar's opponent, to her screaming plaything. Free for her to twist and bend as she pleased. Ishtar knew exactly what she was doing with her full nelson clutch. She loved putting on a show for fans with feats of skill and power, but if the other wrestler couldn't keep up, she could also make the match a spectacle through other means. And Honoka certainly didn't make that hard for her.

Now it would have been fully within Ishtar's power to maintain this hold, exposing Honoka's taut tummy, bulging breasts, and agonized expression that was beginning to tear up. But Ishtar had a bit more creativity than that. Plus she didn't want to be too mean to Honoka. Not to mention that Ishtar had plenty of sex appeal in her own right. She could stand to show off a bit herself as well.

Ishtar would release the full nelson and stand up, but she was by no means letting Honoka free. Ishtar still held her arms, and only got up so she could flip Honoka over onto her back before sitting right back down on top of her. Intentionally using Honoka's breasts for a seat. Ishtar would then wrap her thick thunder thighs around Honoka's head and squeeze. Leaving Honoka's face inches from her crotch as she did so.

Once she had locked in her headscissor, Ishtar would grab Honoka's head with one hand and try to pull it all the way between her legs. With her other arm, Ishtar would stretch it up behind her head, leaving the audience on that side of the ring with a nice little viewing window into the side of her own chest (see ring attire pic).

Honoka was free of the pain of the dual hold, but not for long. And damn if it didn't do a number on her near instantly - a feat hardly shocking given the size and power difference between the two, yet still agonising all the same. With her attire close to ripping and her heavy goods near spilling before the masses, Honoka breathed more than a sigh of relief when the pressure soon faded. A little longer, and she might have been in need of a chiropractor following this encounter.

Though no space would be given for Honoka to kick nor buck, as Ishtar was given free reign to pull the lightweight up to her feet. With a motion so effortless, she likely could have repeated it a few more dozen times simply for show. But the show it seemed, had yet to truly begin.

Shutting her eyes as her feet immediately left the ground following her eventual release of the full nelson, tensing didn't do the impact any favours as Honoka was forced flat yet again. This time, to her back.

Huge, swelling bust highlighted once more to the baying audience, Honoka looked done for already - her arms and legs were outstretched, her mouth was agape with her tongue near out, and her eyes were tightly shut. Had she been left, she likely would have fallen asleep of her own accord!

Though pressure to that massive bosom of hers soon 'woke' her up, with Honoka's arms flapping in vain to push Ishtar from her. Effort that could have been better spent, given Honoka's hands were to the hips of her giant foe when they should have been to her thighs. Thighs soon around her head, seemingly with intent to crush!

Gagging out for what it was worth, Honoka's hands immediately began slapping upon that flesh. Her eyes would shut once more if only from pure agony as she tried to endure - with the obliviousness brought on by a brutal head scissors leaving Honoka unaware of the fact Ishtar was using this moment to goad and flex!