L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Theodora

Theodora stood alone in the center of the gym’s ring, the dim overhead lights casting a soft, golden glow across her sculpted body. The place was empty—silent except for the faint hum of the old fluorescent bulbs and the subtle creak of the ropes as she shifted her weight.

A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her bronzed skin, catching the light as it traced along the curves of her powerful shoulders, the deep cut of her back, and the swell of her toned thighs. Her breath came slow, deliberate—barely disturbed as she rolled her neck from side to side, stretching, warming down from the storm of training she had just unleashed on the bags.

One hand slid lazily across the top rope, fingertips trailing along the worn leather, while the other pressed against her hip, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Her long, dark hair was damp at the ends, sticking slightly to her neck, framing the sharp, confident glint in her eyes.

She exhaled softly, the sound nearly a purr in the stillness, as if the empty gym itself was a lover she was teasing.

“Mm… quiet tonight,”

she murmured to herself, her voice low, smooth, dripping with amusement.

“Shame… it almost makes me wonder who’ll come wandering in to break the silence.”

Her eyes flicked toward the entrance, a slow, teasing glance—as if daring fate itself to send someone through those doors. Someone curious enough… bold enough… to step into the ring with her.

Theodora leaned into the ropes, resting her arms lazily over the top, her body language both relaxed and utterly commanding. The invitation was unspoken—but unmistakable. Whoever came next would find her waiting… ready… and more than willing to play.

And it would make one wonder if anyone was going to come, it was that quiet. For a few minutes, it would seem that there was no one that was going to come along to make things interesting. That is, when Theodora saw the shilouette of a man coming through the doors. Soon, she would see who it was that was a potential contender in this virtually empty room.

A man of 6.2 feet in hall stepped on through. He had along red hair, that was spikey at the top, blue eyes and a bluish-gray gi; which covered a very muscular body that had some scars. The moment he walked in, he looked at the woman that was leaning on the ropes, and he knew exactly what she wanted; a relief to the boredom.

"Well, well," the man said, with an Irish accent, "Not very often I get to meet such an exquisite lady all by herself." He stepped closer to the ring, as he decided to joke for a bit, "Don't tell me your date ran out on you." He gave a playful wink.

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Theodora tilted her head, her smirk softening into something warm, teasing—inviting. Her arms were still draped over the top rope, the light catching the curve of her shoulders and the subtle gleam of sweat along her toned frame. As the man approached, her gaze ran up and down with unhurried appreciation.

“Well,”

she said, her voice a smooth purr with a hint of mirth,

“you’re not what I had in mind… but I’m not complaining.”

She pushed off the ropes with a gentle sway of her hips and took a few slow steps toward the center of the ring, each movement deliberate, fluid, radiating both confidence and a touch of charm. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked him over more closely—scarred, strong, tall… and that accent? Dangerous in a different way.

“Date didn’t run out,”

she replied with a light chuckle.

“He just never showed. Lucky for me someone a bit more… rugged showed up instead.”

She leaned against the ropes facing him now, one foot crossing over the other, tilting her head playfully.

“So, redhead… do you always talk to strangers like that, or am I just special tonight?”

Theodora’s grin turned sweet, laced with challenge.

“Because if you’re thinking about stepping in here, you’d better be more than just charming.”

Jack smirked a bit in response to Theodora's response to his comments. Now this was a woman he could potentially have fun with. He approached closer to the ring. Each step was one that showed confidence. He soon approached the edge of the ring to start climbing in.

"Ah, so you find me charming, eh?" Jack teased, using a little bit of Theodora's words against her, "And no. I don't always talk to strangers like that. Sometimes I just give a good clock in the face." He flexed his arms a bit to show off his muscles. As he entered the ring, he slowly circled around Theodora; examining every aspect of her body.

"But with you?" Jack continued with his answer, "I think it's safe to say you are much smarter and prettier than the dolts I've encountered." He soon started to move a bit more closer to Theodora.

"Now, I do believe introductions are in order." Jack said as he took a slight bow and said, "Jack. And you are Miss...?"

Theodora watched Jack’s every move with a quiet smirk, her eyes narrowing with amusement as he circled her like a lion assessing its match. She didn’t flinch, didn’t shift—just stood tall in the center of the ring, her toned body relaxed, but unmistakably ready.

“Mm, charming and a little violent,”

she said with a playful hum.

“Dangerous combo. I like that.”

As Jack stepped in closer, Theodora met his gaze with a steady one of her own. When he bowed, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly, her lips curving into a pleased smile.

“Theodora,”

she replied smoothly.

“Just Theodora.”

With that, she slowly brought her arms up and flexed, her biceps rising, full and firm, her shoulders tightening with precision. Her body was a canvas of strength—each muscle etched with care, defined from years of discipline and grit.

She cocked her head as she held the pose for a beat, her grin deepening.

“Since we’re showing off, figured I’d return the favor,”

she said, teasing warmth in her tone.

“Hope I pass inspection, Jack.”

Then, easing out of the flex, she stepped forward, just enough that there were only inches between them.

“And you… look like you’re not just here to flirt. You looking for a friendly spar? Or are we skipping straight to seeing who gets pinned first?”

"Charmed." Jack said in response to Theodora announcing her name. As Theodora flexed her body as well, Jack was paying attention to every bit of extra detail on the former's body. The muscles, the curves, oh yeah. Theodora was an prime example of a muscularly fit woman; Strong without sacrificing the femineity.

As she ask him what his intentions were, as well as his thoughts, he moved in closer towards her.

"Well, first, let me say..." Jack said with confidence as he reached to feel Theodora's biceps. His hand was strong and knew where exactly to feel. He gave Theodora's biceps on her left arm a slight squeeze; to determine the actual muscle in that area. Sufficed to say, he was not disappointed.

"Your muscles feel strong, firm and yet sensual." Jack said as he stood in front of Theodora, "Makes me curious about the rest of your body."

Theodora’s breath hitched—not enough for most to notice, but she felt it. The moment Jack’s fingers curled around her bicep and gave that confident, deliberate squeeze, something fluttered low in her stomach. It wasn’t just the touch—it was how intentional it was. How he knew exactly where to press, how much pressure to apply. This wasn’t some clumsy flirt. He knew what he was feeling for.

Her lips parted slightly, and for the briefest second, her gaze flickered—not with alarm, but with heat. A flicker of something deeper. Interest. Craving.

But Theodora recovered quickly, her trademark smirk curling back over her lips, just a little more mischievous this time. She let out a short chuckle, brushing a lock of damp hair behind her ear as she took a small, steadying breath.

“Oh, do you give all the girls this kind of inspection,”

she teased, but there was the faintest crack in her otherwise calm tone. A softness beneath the strength.

She stepped back—not out of fear, but to pull his hand off her arm gently, as if reclaiming control of the moment. Still, her fingers lingered just a second too long against his.

“Careful, Jack,”

she said, her voice quieter now, low and smoky.

“Keep talking like that, and I might think you’re trying to skip the warm-up and get straight to worshipping.”

She turned away just enough to hide the slight color in her cheeks, but she knew full well he’d caught the shift in her breathing. And deep down, the idea that someone appreciated her body—not just for its strength, but for the beauty in that strength—well… that was hitting a little too close to her secret weakness.

"I'm all for the attention to details." Jack answered, as he did notice a couple of things. While he did not notice Theodora's gaze flickering for a couple of moments, he could detect the faint crack in her voice. That, coupled with the shift in her breathing, made it clear to Jack that while there was a tough side to Theodora, there was also another side that yearned appreciation. Appreciation that he would be more than willing to give.

As Theodora turned around, Jack's smirk became more prevelant.

"And how does one tell the difference between warm-ups and worshipping?" Jack teased as he subtly moved up behind her. With her back turned, Jack took the opportunity to reach out with both of his hands. They each touched Theodora's shoulders and slowly, yet firmly, moved down along her arms and then to her waist. He then pulled her closer towards him, until their bodies were touching.

"I think you first need a loosening up a bit before play time." Jack said.

Theodora’s breath caught in her throat the moment Jack’s hands slid onto her shoulders. The touch was firm and her body responded before her mind could catch up. Her muscles, usually tight and coiled with tension, instinctively began to melt under his palms as they glided down her arms.

When his hands reached her waist and pulled her back against him, her entire frame tensed—just for a second—before relaxing again. Her back pressed into the hard plane of his chest, and she could feel his breath at her ear, warm and steady.

She should have said something—should’ve barked back, thrown a jab, reasserted herself. But instead, Theodora stood still, her body betraying her as it softened under his touch.

“I–”

she began, but her voice faltered. She swallowed and tried again.

“Jack…”

It wasn’t a protest. It wasn’t a command. It was her trying to figure out what this was—what he was doing to her. Her thoughts were muddled, heat creeping up her neck to her cheeks, her chest rising and falling just a little faster now.

“I… don’t usually…”

she mumbled, her voice uncharacteristically quiet, searching for footing that wasn’t there. The powerful, unshakable Muscle Bear was rattled, and she knew he could feel it.

Her hands instinctively moved to rest atop his on her waist, as if to stop him—but they didn’t push him away. Instead, she stood there, flustered and still, unsure if she wanted him to stop… or continue.

Theodora had faced down monsters in the ring. But this? This closeness… this tenderness masked in playful control?

This was unfamiliar territory.

And for once… she didn’t know what move to make.

As soon as he was able to put his hands on Theodora, he knew he had her in his hands. The sweet sensation of Theodora's strong, yet smooth-like body was a nice touch for him.

"Don't usually get appreciated like this?" Jack whispered in his teasing voice, but the tone was so deep as he said this in her ear. He felt Theodora's arms on top of his, but she made no effort to stop him from doing this kind of physical worship.

He decided to play with her like this for a little while longer. He pressed her body a bit more against his. From there, he proceeded to slowly grind his crotch against her butt, teasing her a bit more.

"You feeling pretty loose?" Jack asked Theodora.