L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

“Mister, we need to get to work!” Holly said, shoving the luchador away from her.

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“This is working,” Blanco smirked, beneath his mask. “Working for me, at least …” Holly smacked him lightly across the chest, for the comment. “Wow, that’s your chop? Okay, maybe you do need to work on some things …”

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“Stop, mister,” Holly said, shaking her head. “You know we could both use some more time in the gym …” Blanco Sombre sighed, and shook his head in agreement. The British girl had a point; since coming to LAW, Blanco Sombre hadn’t exactly had the impressive record that he’d had in other promotions. And Holly’s was far, far worse than his. She just made it hard to focus, was all …

“Come on, now,” Blanco said, smirking, “you know we can only get day care for the little one for so long. And we already did training, this morning …”

“We did,” Holly said, “and morning training was fine, but look at us. We can’t just live off residuals from your dreadful grindhouse movies forever, now can we? We need to show management that we’re serious about this, if we want to make more money at this! More serious than, you know …” Holly pouted, after letting her last sentence trail off. Blanco knew exactly what the British girl was talking about, and why she had been in a much less playful mood than usual, as of late.

“You’re right, of course,” Blanco admitted, with a sigh. “So, we train! I’ll show you some new rollups, perhaps that will help!” Holly seemed content with that and nodded.

“Okay, then,” she said. “I want a good session today, so I’m getting us some water from catering. A lot. I want to be panting by the time we’re done, mister, and I don’t want to hear any rude remarks about that!” Blanco feigned innocence as Holly walked away, leaning back against the wall and resting for a moment. The luchador tried to get himself in a headspace to train. He knew things were dire for his partner right now and could be better for himself. Thinking toward Holly’s current predicament as the Loser’s Champion, the luchador thought that perhaps he should be more considerate toward that, even if it was hard to not try and lighten the mood ...

Cyrena had bin running on the treadmill when she saw them walk in as the girl did not interest the Cypriot in the slightest as all her attention was focused on who the girl was with. As the brunette liked what she was seeing as she hoped the other girl would leave so she could make her move. As it seems the other wrestler was not happy , and had hoped this meant they just had an fight.

Luck was on her side however as the girl would walk away as the brunette would turn the treadmill off as she stepped off it. As she would take an sip of her water , and would leak some of the water on her shirt to make it easier for the male to see her breasts when she would sneak up on him. When she got close enough to touch him she would tap his shoulder as she would just smile at him while leaning backwards slightly so that the hottie could get an perfect look at her breasts as she was wearing an tanktop and shorts while her towel was over her shoulder as she said ''hope I'm not bothering you , but can I ask for an favor''?

Cyrena

Blanco sighed as he watched Holly walk away. He knew that Holly was motivated, and that she had a lot on her mind, but he wished the British Bombshell would loosen up. That uptight attitude of hers was charming, in its way, but with the kinds of women that populated wrestling locker rooms, especially ones like LAW’s, it made her a target. He tried to focus on the rollups he was planning on showing her, but he couldn’t help but get distracted by the sway in her step. He was picturing her in those rollups, or applying them, and his mind couldn’t help but wander to how her curves would look, contorting a bit …

A small young woman snapped Blanco Sombre out of his reverie, and he looked down at her. “Oh, hey!” He said, trying to sound conversational despite being taken clearly off guard. Focusing on her now only made it worse. The brunette woman was very fit, and younger than Holly, clearly coming off a workout. Despite his mask, it was hard to hide that Blanco’s eyes widened a bit. The girl’s impressive bust was clinging to her wet top, and presented perfectly toward him, by her posture. Blanco took a deep breath, his toned abs contracting. He placed his hands on the belt of his pants, tugging them slightly to expose his hip bones as he leaned back, himself.

“No bother,” he said, trying to compose himself, and come back to reality. “No bother at all! Ah, what can I do for you, miss …?”

Cyrena would just smile politely as she had succeeded in catching the male's attention as she almost jumped in glee when he stared at her breasts. As her plan to make them more appealing , and presentable had worked as she now had to put the final touches to her plan. As she was liking what she was seeing as she got closer to the male as she would just stand in front of him.

As she now needed to come up with an good workout that would give allow her to let him see how amazing her body was as she whispered ''well I need some help. As I was hoping to do some sit ups , but I need someone to hold my legs. So when I saw that other woman leaving you I figure it would not be an bad idea to ask you''as she would sit down as she hoped to further work him up as she would allow him to get an good look at her cleavage each time she would do an sit up.

Blanco shifted, a little uncomfortable, not sure if he’s been caught staring. He barely caught himself but tried to brush it off. Blanco wasn’t sure who this new girl was, or what was happening, or really much of anything other than trying to pull his focus away from that clinging tee shirt, and his own physical reaction to it …

“I’m sure she’ll be back eventually,” Blanco said, looking to where Holly had gone off for water. “Of course, I guess I could spot you for a few minutes, while I’m waiting, if- Oh, you’re just dropping right here! Well, I mean, I guess I don’t have any reason not to …” Blanco shrugged, his eyes still squarely focused on the brunette.

“Okay, sure,” Blanco said, going down to one knee in front of Cyrena. He took a firm hold of her ankles and gave an affirmative nod. “Go ahead and do a couple of sets, I’ve got you.” Blanco looked up at the girl and gave a smile, but he still couldn’t help but check her out a little. Cyrena’s wet shirt was still clinging to her body, and Blanco was realizing all too late that he was about to get a close look at that perky chest in motion.

As she waited for his response she could tell that the male was getting an little uncomfortable , but that did not matter to the brunette. As she would soon hear him mention that the girl he was with would be back , but that he would spot her regardless as she knew she had to work fast. So she would get down as she felt him grasp onto her ankles as she would begin to sit up.

The fact that each time she did this he would get to see her breasts up and personal was an added bonus as she would then say ''well thanks for helping me while you can. Still bet you aren't regretting it now that you got me in your sights do you , and let's be honest I look way better then the girl you were with. As you can just tell that she is nothing but an loser. Maybe even the loser champion''in an mocking tone as she would be unaware if Holly had made it back by this point.

The girl was on her back in seconds, and Blanco Sombre was struggling to keep up. She seemed to be in a hurry, as Blanco took firm hold of her ankles to let her get started with the exercise. His head spinning a little, part of Blanco wondered how he had managed to get roped into this so quickly.

Blanco snapped back to reality just as Cyrena’s ample bust hefted dangerously close to his face. Beneath his mask, his eyes widened. While Blanco had a very sexy, busty and beautiful woman he came home to every night, there was no denying Cyrena’s charms, especially when they were coming dangerously close to his face. Blanco’s chest tightened, and his shoulders raised a little, as he found himself hoping that this girl didn’t notice the growing tension between his legs …

“I- wait, what?” Blanco said, shaking his head at what the girl was saying. The sheer boldness of it was shocking, enough to make him lose focus. A terrible time for the luchador to do so, with an increasingly irate Holly stomping toward them, clenching to fresh bottles of water in each hand!

Cyrena would keep sit ups as she would just smile politely every time she believed he was checking out her breasts. Still if she had seen the reaction between his legs then she would have gotten the grin of an cat that ate the canary as she would have teased him further. Still for now she would just have to settle for talking bad about his girlfriend. Which was something that the Cypriot native had no problem with as she continued talking as she said ''well that it must be an embarrassment to be dating the loser champion. I mean who would want to be the boyfriend of someone like that when you could be with someone like me''

Unaware to her was the fact that those close to them had seen Holly stomp towards the pair , and were moving out of the way as Cyrena just continued talking as she said ''you can be honest with me. If you had to choice between that loser or someone like me it would be me who you would end up choosing sexy''.

Beneath his mask, the luchador was starting to feel flushed. He hoped the mask could hide his blush, or the way his eyes would dart up every time the young woman’s perky breasts came poking back into view. Flustered and worked up, it was hard for the man to even follow Cyrena’s full rant, though he definitely caught the gist of it: the things that just about everyone had been saying behind Holly’s back, lately! He tried to come up with a rebuttal but was in no shape to do so. Not that he would have to, though, as Holly returned to stare daggers at the two!

“You think that’s an embarrassment?” Holly said, crossing her arms beneath her ample bosom, a fairly transparent effort to emphasize their impressive size. “Try being a thirsty little twit that throws herself that desperately at someone else’s man!”

Blanco had the presence of mind to release Cryena, standing up suddenly. “Um, hey, Missus, she didn’t- I mean, that wasn’t …”

“Not right now, Mister,” Holly said, chastising her boyfriend with an imperious wave of her finger. She kept her eyes on the young interloper. “I need to have some words with this little tart! Like, for example, who the hell do you think you are?”

Seeing the masked wrestler flustered was an turn on , but her fun was about to end when she heard an voice behind her. As she would turn her head to see the girl the man was with had returned. The thirsty little twit comment had caused her to growl , and when Blanco would release her she began to growl as she would rise to her feet.

As their was nothing more frustrating then to lose an guy's attention , and with how this woman was talking she knew she had lost it. Still when she was asked who the hell she thought she was the brunette would just smirk as she replied back ''Cyrena Eros , and I am Aphrodite reborn. Besides it not his fault he was so taken by me. As who would want to be around someone like you who would only hurt his image. As how shameful most it be to be the boyfriend of the loser champion''.