L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The wrestling prince, Daisuke Takeuchi was scheduled for a bit of a rest and relaxation session today. He was not having the best of times in LAW, running into tough opponent after tough opponent. His rivalry with Eileen Sommers didn't end as well as he had hoped but he was hoping to bounce back from that, looking to find his winning form. He was training hard but had been burning himself out alot in the process as well and his trainers recommended a day of rest. Whether it would be some time off relaxing in the pool or sweating it out in the sauna, he had to make arrangements for that. After spending sometime in the recreational pool in the morning, after lunch he had decided to visit the sauna to clear his mind, body and soul.

Daisuke

He stepped out of the locker room, changed in nothing but his briefs and some sandles as he was prepared to head over to the sauna room. "Alright, this seems to be the place" he said as he stood outside one of the vacant sauna rooms. Before he made his way inside the door, he was stopped by one of the staff members. "Ah, Mr. Takeuchi! I'm sorry to bother you but the place is slightly overbooked and due to that we had to re-schedule another member of the LAW roster, so you'll be joined by someone shortly. Sorry for the inconvenience but all the other rooms are already maxed out" the staff said, bowing to give his sincere apologies.

The wrestling prince shrugged his shoulders, whilst he would prefer going in alone but not much could be done now. Plus, this was a day of R&R and he couldn't afford to get mad and lose his temper over such a trivial thing. "Fine, fine...whatever" he said, making his way into the room.

Once he entered, he would move over to the dial and raise the flow of the steam before looking around. The room was quite spacious and was usually used for the sauna wrestling matches, the floor was competently matted with wrestling mats and the corners had some benches to sit on. The vents on top of the walls blew the steam. Daisuke would sit on the bench and lean back into the wall, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes and started to relax.

Santa Tigresa had stepped into the LAW medical office in a bad mood, and she left it in a worse one. Things had been hard for the luchadora since returning to Japan, and after a nasty run-in they had gotten even worse. As part of LAW’s burgeoning mixed wrestling division, Santa Tigresa had been backstage while the infamous Killer King had taken on the tag team of the British Bombshells, and of course had beaten them with ease. Now, Santa Tigresa had never had much respect for the British girls before that, but it hardly meant she could allow herself to sit idly by as King prepared to claim their bodies as spoils of war. She remembered the horrified looks on the faces of her teammates as they watched on the monitor, especially that of Blanco Sombre, her pseudo-rival in the group. La Santa had no choice but to lead her charges in interrupting King and putting a stop to his perversions.

Of course, no good deed went unpunished, and King came for Santa Tigresa next. The brute had attacked La Santa when she wasn’t expecting him, brutalizing her and putting her body through hell. In the end, the Tigresa was destroyed, humbled, put through a table and left knocked out cold in the center of the ring. The attack had caused some minor injuries, and now the Tigresa was facing some forced “time off” from the ring. Worse, though, was how her team took the news. La Santa’s young protégé, Vida Fenix, was insisting that she could take on Killer King herself and avenge her mentor’s destruction. Santa Tigresa had argued against this, but she was in no shape to physically stop the girl. She could only hope that common sense would win out, before Vida found herself booked in that match.

Sighing, Santa Tigresa went to the locker rooms. Told that she still wasn’t cleared to compete, the Tigresa had been told some time in the saunas could help ease her muscle tension, and aid in her recovery, so that was where she went. The Tigresa peeled out of her street clothes, throwing her tee shirt and her tight jeans into the locker before wrapping a towel around her generous curves. The only thing that remained on her was her mask. Given the chaotic nature of LAW’s backstage area, it was for the best. Folding the towel tightly around her generous breasts, with the edges of the towel barely making it down her wide hips, the Tigresa went over to the saunas, where she encountered a timid young backstage trainer.

“O-oh, Miss Tigresa!” the trainer stammered. “L-look, with recent scheduling, we’ve, um, we’ve kind of had to double book the saunas. Um, I hope—”

“Dios mio,” La Santa sighed, “look. The doctors said the more I do this, the sooner I get back in the ring. So get out of my way.” La Santa stepped past the trainer without another word, giving a deep sigh as she stepped into the steamy room. Eyes closed, she searched around with her foot until she could find a bench to sit down on. The Tigresa leaned back and let out a sigh. Her towel strained against her body and threatened to pop off. The usually puritanical Tigresa tried to relax. They double-booked the room. Whatever. Surely, it would be with another woman, right? LAW couldn’t make a big enough mistake to put her in there with a man, could they? No, of course not. How bad could things be?

The wrestling prince sat back with ease, he took a deep breath and tried to relax himself. He could feel his body get warm, glisten with sweat whilst he thought about his career in LAW and even before that. He had wrestled so many opponents, it was now time to put stake to the claim that he was the best but how was he going to do that?

He closed his eyes and adjusted his briefs, he let the sweat flow down from his body onto the bench and the mats below. Soon, he heard the sauna door open and someone walk into it. It was probably the other person he was doubled book with. Man or Woman, Daisuke didn't seem to care as long as the said person left him alone.

He felt the presence of the person get near, although his eyes were still closed and he didn't see who it was. The place was a bit hazy as well from the steam so he might not even recognize him/her even if his eyes were open. Still, the individual sat next to him and he felt a shoulder touch his own as the said person sat right next to him on the bench.

With that, he let out a disgruntled moan and opened his eyes, turning to the person only to find the shock of his life.

"Y-you?!!" he said as he jumped up from his seat and got back up on his feet, facing the woman. "Its impossible....S-santa Tigresa?! I ended your career in Mexico....." he said, completely shocked at seeing his greatest rival here.

Santa Tigresa let the hot spa air hit her in the face as she stepped into the sauna. She sighed, the mist rolling around her shoulders as she stepped inside and pulled the door shut. Her muscles instantly relaxed. Santa Tigresa let her shoulders slump and her head hang down for a moment, feeling her muscles relax as they warmed. Whatever other person was in here, she told herself, it didn’t matter. It was worth this.

Santa Tigresa didn’t take more than two steps into the sauna, however, before she heard a voice that she never thought she’d have to hear again, in her life. Her eyes shot open, and her lips curled up into a vicious snarl.

“D-Daisuke!?” Santa Tigresa cried out, her hair flying back as she lifted her head. “Bastard! What are you doing here!?” In an instant, Santa Tigresa felt her entire body flush, burning from cheek to cheek. Her back went straight, and her hands balled into fists. For a second, the luchadora nearly threw herself into her most hated rival, ready to tear him apart. The tug of terrycloth at her breasts however, made Santa Tigresa realize that movement like that would leave her full body entirely exposed to her foe. La Santa only took one step forward, then grabbed the top of the towel to keep in place. The former nun decided that modesty was the better part of valor. For now.

“Daisuke …” the Tigresa said, in a low growl. “You hardly ‘ended my career,’ you … you … cabron!” La Santa took a deep breath. “I just … needed time away. But, there was a whole new generation of luchadoras coming up. I couldn’t just let them go into this business alone,” her eyes narrowed beneath her mask, “with the kinds of predators it has, lurking about! Now tell me, when did you come to LAW? Other promotions get tired of putting up with you?”

The moment the second person entered in the sauna, Daisuke paid no attention to the sound of the door shutting or the feint sounds of somebody walking towards the bench he was sitting on. He simply would have his eyes closed, his body relaxed as he took deep relaxing breathes. Only at the slight touch of Tigresa's shoulders would make him open his eyes and notice that it was his biggest rival that was the person doubled book with him in the sauna.

Immediately, both of them would get back up from the bench and face each other. Daisuke was clad in his briefs while Santa was covered in a towel, presumably nude underneath the garment. Santa looked ready to lunge in when she took a step forward but would suddenly stop and grab the top of the towel. Smart move on her, she probably didn't want a wardrobe malfunction in a scuffle. Daisuke would take a step forward too, he would slowly press up to her, as they always had done. This time it was more gently, subtly pressing himself up against her instead of aggressively, respecting Santa's modesty not to lose the towel.

Then, then Santa spoke softly yet her words were still harsh. Daisuke would smirk, gently brushing some stray strands of her damp hair behind her ear. "I thought I did, I did defeat you in your home town. I didn't think the legend of Santa Tigresa would come out after that shameful loss" he whispered. What she said intrigued him, perhaps this time Tigresa was coming more as a manager/trainer than a wrestler which would be good for him, he wouldn't have to deal with her.

"I see. Already on the hunt for Santa Tigresa V?" he said. "Calm down....calm down.....relax. After all, we go way back and in fact we have shared many moments, you did even live in my house for almost a year" he said, placing his hands on her shoulders as he massaged her. "We don't want to wrestle do we?" he said leaning in further. "You know why I am here. LAW claims to be the next best wrestling establishment so I am here to put stake to the claim as being the best wrestler at LAW" he proudly said.

"So tell me, during this time away have you been training yourself? I believe this is a fateful reunion, for you and I" he said softly.

Santa Tigresa could barely process how livid she was. Every single muscle in her generous figure went tense. Her jaw clenched, and beneath her mask here eyes were wide as dinner plates. The Tigresa had wanted nothing more than peace and silence as she tried to let her aching body rest. Instead, she stepped in and the very first thing she saw was the man she hated more than any single person in the entire world!

Before she knew it, both of them were facing one another down. Santa Tigresa bit her lip and tucked her arms firmly against her sides. She wanted to make absolutely, positively certain that her towel was going to stay in place. Even if her every muscle was quivering in rage, that towel was staying put. Despite herself, her eye travelled downward. His body was long and lean, his muscles well-defined in the hot sauna, sweat rolling down every ab, disappearing beneath the folds of his towel. The towel, that was it! That was what Santa Tigresa was checking for. Making certain it was there, of course.

Before she knew it, though, the creep was pressed against her. Every time, it felt like a challenge. Santa Tigresa stepped in, letting her soft skin press into his muscle. Her glutes flexed, tense, but she wouldn’t give him an inch. “B-bastard,” she whispered, as he brushed her hair aside.

“You’d have liked that, wouldn’t you?” Santa Tigresa said, closing her eyes. “The thought of me, beaten and broken, thinking of you in the dead of night. Just giving it all up, after that? Bastard.
But don’t you concern yourself with Santa Tigresa V!” The luchadora spit the words at Daisuke, her cheeks flushing. “And you make certain you stay away from my girls, you creep. I know you all too well …” The truth was, Daisuke wasn’t entirely wrong. Not about everything. She had stayed with him- no, stayed in his house! But it was for a year. The thought made her sick, but he knew her as well.

“Just go sit down, if you insist on running your mouth.” Santa Tigresa said, despite being unwilling to back her body from being pressed firmly into Daisuke. She looked up into his eyes defiantly, fists clenched at her sides. “You can tell me how your efforts to become the greatest wrestler in LAW are going. After all, there’s nothing you love more than talking about yourself. And one of us might as well be enjoying this.”

Even though Tigresa seemed absolutely livid at the sight of her long standing rival, the wrestling prince was slightly happy to see Tigresa just because of the fact that he had done what he said he would, beat her in her home town. The two would end up facing each other, as they always have, pressed together in a heated staredown which was made even more heated due to the warm and sweaty conditions.

Daisuke and Santa would inspect each other, their eyes wandering up and down each other's bodies. Despite their rivalry and hatred for each other, Daisuke admired Santa's figured, her fire and her attitude. There was no denying that Santa also admired Daisuke's physique and despite all their hatred, they had kissed on two occasions.

"Yes I would. That was the idea after all, I wanted to beat the legend of Tigresa and what better way to do so by retiring her in front of her own home crowd but it seems I was mistaken" he would say. "Oho, don't you worry Santa. I have no intentions of getting near your girls or doing anything creepy of the sort to them. After all, I have conquered the woman who is training them so I do not need to worry about the students." he said with a smirk.

Santa then ordered Daisuke to sit, if they were going to do this they might as well relax their bodies if not their minds. She said that but she didn't want to part from the staredown, she kept pressing into him not wanting to lose their staredown battle. "Just relax...that's what we came here to do right?" he said, placing his hands on her shoulders and massaging them. Daisuke would take a step back and part from her before sitting down on the bench, inviting Tigresa to sit with him.

"My efforts on becoming the best in LAW are not going as well as I had planned. This place has a lot of impressive talent." he said.

Once Tigresa would sit down, Daisuke would stretch out a bit "We have known each other for a while know and perhaps its time to bury the hatchet. I may have a deal for you, it could benefit the two of us. If you're willing to hear me out" he said, turning over to her.

Santa Tigresa couldn’t believe this turn of events. For every indignity, every frustration she’d ever encountered as a women’s wrestler, especially since arriving in LAW, this went above and beyond that. She had expected a quiet night of rest and relaxation in the sauna, and instead she was faced with the man she hated more than any single person in the world. The man who was half the reason she’d come to LAW in the first place … thinking she could avoid him!

Wordlessly, Santa Tigresa looked the man up and down as he said his piece. Beneath her mask, her brow furrowed, and she huffed. Her eyes lingered over Daisuke’s pecs for a while, longer than she ever would have admitted aloud. His well-defined, chiseled, broad pecs … Fortunately for the Tigresa, his words would snap her out of it.

“Retiring me, you … you … Rrrgh! Who do you think I am!?” Santa Tigresa snapped, her face shooting back up to Daisuke’s face, after he sat back down. “You think I’m some old lady, just getting ready to hang up her boots and put on a pair of chancletas and sit in a rocker for the rest of my life? You think one loss would reduce me to that!?” Santa Tigresa was livid now, her entire body quivering in rage to the point that her towel was in danger of popping off. She took some deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. Finally, Santa Tigresa stalked toward the bench, and took a seat. Her posture was guarded though, her back straight and her head held high.

“So … you’ve been having a hard time too, have you?” Santa Tigresa said, after a long pause. “Surprised to hear you admit it, Little Prince,” Santa Tigresa added, going back to her old nickname for him. “That is surprisingly … humble of you, Daisuke. So … I suppose, perhaps it is actually worth hearing you out. Go ahead, offer your deal …

“But!” Santa Tigresa snapped at him, extending a finger toward Daisuke’s face, “no funny business! You better deal straight with me!”

Daisuke chose some very poor words and as he sat down, Santa chose to stay standing and burst out in a rant. Daisuke would get back up on his feet from the bench and raise his hands up in the air as if to apologize, gently tapping her shoulders to try and help her to calm down. "Okay okay, just relax. You didn't book this place to get worked up like this, just relax." he said before she would seemingly calm down and the two would take a seat together.

The two would sit together, the steam in the room was now thick and their bodies were really starting to sweat profusely but it helped to relax the two and ease up the tension in their muscles. After he stated his problem, Santa paused and soon replied and was rather sympathetic for the prince and even admiring his humility to admit that he was having a hard time wrestling.

"Yeah, I have. I guess we both are in the same boat despite all we have been through" he would say looking over to her. Once more he raised his hand to declare his innocence, "No funny business" he reiterated. Daisuke would take a deep breath, gently tapping Santa's thigh "We both have known each other a long time and what was in the past is in the past. Despite our rivalry, you know I never took advantage of any situation in a sexual manner like most Tension males in AFW, so you must give me credit there, Santa" he said.

"Anyways, everyone is getting better here and we must do the same. Since we know each other as rivals, perhaps we can be private sparring partners? No strings attached- nobody in LAW has to know about our little deal. Just you and me, helping each other to get better but...once we are in the ring, wrestling, sparring, training....I want us to be as we used to, trying our best to win" he said.

"Our little private arrangement could benefit both of us, we could help each other to get better without anyone knowing" Daisuke would finish as he stood back up on his feet, turning to face Santa as he extended his hand to her.

The thought of having to listen to Daisuke was sickening to Santa Tigresa, and the woman’s thick body quivered as she tried to suppress her disgust. There was no one in the world who aroused Santa Tigresa’s passions the way this man did, a fact that was enough to make her sick to her stomach. The Tigresa tried to settle in and listen, but every inch of her body, nearly exposed by her tightly wound towel, was making it clear that she wasn’t happy about it. Legs tucked tightly together, crossed over one knee. Her Arms tucked tightly around her heaving bust. Her head bowed low, staring at the floor as Daisuke talked. Santa Tigresa was more guarded than ever, but she still listened.

Santa Tigresa nodded as she listened. Her brown skin glistened in the steam of the sauna, and her wild black hair began to get heavy and settle around her shoulders. Hearing him out, Santa Tigresa nodded along. She flinched when Daisuke’s hand tapped her thigh, sending a chill through her body and making her shoulders shiver, her ample bust struggling against her towel. For all that Daisuke was saying, he wasn’t wrong.

“This is true,” she admitted, thinking back. Daisuke had her, and even her protégé Vida, in dire straights in the past, and he had acted with honor. Santa Tigresa thought of the situation that had gotten her here, rescuing those incompetent British Bombshells from a savage opponent who would have brutalized them, used their bodies for his pleasure. Daisuke was a great deal better than that. Perhaps, for all his deplorable qualities, he deserved to be heard out.

“This private sparring …” Santa Tigresa said, “where would it happen? What would be the conditions?” Santa Tigresa asked. She still wouldn’t look Daisuke in the face, but she kept her focus on him. “My girls expect me to train with them. What would I do about that? I … God help me, I’m not saying no, but … it’s a lot to think about!

“What would you get out of this? You once hated being around me, for being so ‘dirty!’ What would I expect to be different, now?” La Santa turned toward her rival now, a fierce look on her face. Her eyes narrowed, and she bit her lip. Daisuke was one of the few men on Earth who knew what the Tigresa looked like beneath that mask, so she knew that the young man would take her seriously when she glared back up at him.