L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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Daisuke's career in LAW wasn't as great as he had hoped to be. Wanting to conquer the place and crown himself as the King of LAW, the wrestling prince had struggled against most opponents. Despite some of his matches being competitive, the prince's record against the women of LAW was looking bad and he wanted to change that soon. One of his most notorious rivals was Ossi Shamar, a woman he had shared the ring with as a partner and now a rival. However, now was not the time to dwindle on the past, Daisuke was looking to get his wrestling career back on track by hitting the gym and looking to improve.

The shower was running at a fast speed, steam flowing out of the shower cubicle as Daisuke 'the wrestling prince' Takeuchi was busy taking a warm shower in his private locker room in the LAW gym. After he was done with his hygiene routine, Daisuke would step out of the cubicle to dry his body with his towel before putting on a pair of his CK wrestling briefs. Looking at himself in the mirror, Daisuke would adjust the waistband of his briefs before combing his hair and applying some deodorant under his armpit and chest. Finally, he put on his wrestling boots and hung his gym bag over his shoulder before heading out to the gym.

Daisuke

"Hmmm now where I should start first" he hummed to himself while walking past a couple of gym-goers. Daisuke was focused today, he was going to start to turn his career around and there was nothing or nobody that was going to distract him today!

Things were not going well for Ossi Shamar in LAW. Her losses continued to pile up, her status as a jobber among the other wrestlers all but confirmed. She was incensed by this development, and as much as she detested hard work, she finally had no choice but to take to the gym to try and train, to improve to stop this downward spiral! Clad in her usual green gold wrestling gear, the Arab beauty strutted through the gymnasium, searching for a worthy bit of apparatus to start her day on.

Ossi

But not long into her search she caught sight of a familiar figure working away on some of the equipment, and a smirk crossed her features. It was none other than Daisuke, the so-called Wrestling Prince, the arrogant male wrestler apparently trying to improve his strength owing to his pitiful results in the ring. Ossi knew full well that her own record in LAW was far from impressive, but even she had managed to best Daisuke (if only just!). Changing her path through the ring, she approached him from behind with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Strutting deliberately past Daisuke as he exercised, the Syrian beauty let out a snicker, hoping to goad the Prince as she had done many times before.

Deciding to perhaps hit the bench press machine first, Daisuke would lay onto the bench and begin to do some weight lifting. The wrestling prince was deep in focus, steadying his breathing while lifting the weights and working up a sweat. He was known to train in his wrestling attire which left little to the imagination of the rest of the gym goers but this gave Daisuke the pleasure of getting other people jealous of watching his flawless physique clad in a pair of wrestling briefs and sneakers. While doing his routine work-out, he overheard a particular familiar snicker and aw a flash of a pair of very familiar green and gold briefs as Ossi walked past him while he worked out.

Gritting his teeth in anger he would immediately rest the weight up on the bar while sitting up straight. "Well well....look who it is! Ossi Shamar" he said with a sarcastic tone. He would grab a towel from the work bench and wipe the sweat off his face and chest before standing up on his feet. "I didn't expect to see you here. What's a jobber like you doing in the gym? I hardly expect you to know what working up a good sweat in the gym is" he grinned as he stretched his body left and right at the waist.

"Come to hit the sauna or the pool I bet" he mocked.

Ossi looked back over her shoulder as Daisuke rose to her snickering, the Prince clearly flustered at encountering her here. It did not stop his bluster however, as he immediately began mocking the heiress, showing his disrespect. She glowered at him as he called her a jobber, assuming she was there for a sauna rather than actual work.

"Big words from a man who's proved he cannot best me," Ossi sneered back. "You call me a jobber, but I what would that make you, Wrestling Prince? And I came here to train. You will not be calling me jobber for much longer, Daisuke. You'll see."

She stepped close to him, planting her hands on her hips as she stared down her one-time ally. "In fact, I can prove it to you. I can here to train - perhaps I should use you as my private training dummy? It is about all you are good for as a wrestler!"

The once tag team mates and perhaps even something more than that were now bitter rivals. There was no doubt that there was a physical attraction between the two but when it came to wrestling any emotion they had towards each other physically was replaced by their desire to be the best wrestler in LAW. Ironically neither of the two were close to their goals as they had dreams which is why they were perfect for each other. Daisuke's ego was still hurt from that close match that the pair had and he was not ready to let it go so easily. Getting up, he would call out his former partner for being in the gym especially because she would never go to the gym when they were partners.

"One victory doesn't count for anything Ossi and you know it! I had you...I almost had you" he hissed back as the pair continued their bickering. "You never came to train to the gym when we were a team so why the change? Don't you dare think you want to compete with the likes of me" he said showing off his physique to her as his body glistened in a light sheen of sweat.

Suddenly, Ossi made her way over towards Daisuke and placed her hand on her hip and suggested a challenge. "Prove to me? Don't be so ridiculous Ossi. You had your lucky match and that was it. However, if you are eager to prove me wrong then perhaps there is a way" he said rubbing his chin. "Clearly we aren't content with just a one fall victory, I will not accept such a match because it puts us back to where we were should I win" he said as he circled around her before stopping dead center, pressing up to her.

"I propose we wrestle....we wrestle for as long as we want tonight and wherever we want. No rules, no falls.....we wrestle until one of us refused to wrestle the other and totally quits! The only rule would be that after each submission, pinfall or knock-out, we will have to reset to a neutral position. This is the only way one of us can achieve the ultimate victory" he proposed.

She listened to Daisuke's bluster once more, smirking to herself as she ogled the Wrestling Prince's enjoyable frame. As usual, he would not accept his official loss to her as proof - one of the very few she had managed to gain for herself during her own time in the ring.

"If you are so eager to cement your inferiority to me, I will not stop you," Ossi sneered at Daisuke's suggestion for their next contest, and epic brawl to decide the loser of their rivalry. "I have seen your 'exploits' in the ring. You are no match for the women of this place - I suppose it needs proven to you one last time. I accept your terms, Wrestling Prince!"

Moving forward she pressed her breasts against his chest, staring Daisuke down, enjoying once more being so close to her rival. "Where shall we begin, Daisuke? I will happily embarrass you anywhere in this gym!"

It was true that his loss to official was one of the worst losses in his career. Daisuke had a interesting career at AFW but he was finding it hard to adapt to life at LAW and was struggling to keep up. His former tag team partner was a prime example, he always considered her the weak link but that match against her at the main event would prove otherwise. Regardless, the prince's ego was not so fragile to be shattered by this woman and he was going to have his revenge and the perfect way to do it was the way he proposed.

To his surprise Ossi would show no hesitance in accepting his terms. The match was a hard one, a true test of stamina, endurance and ability. Ossi would make her way towards Daisuke, she was not intimidated by the prince at all- something which Daisuke despised. "Hmph" he said shrugging his shoulders as she ran him down. Ossi would bravely press up against him, pushing her breasts up against his chest and staring him right in the eye and asked where they would begin.

"Tch, where is this confidence coming from?" he asked her before leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the lip. "Let us be civilized. We start in the ring, hopefully we won't need to go far from it as I expect you to quit after the first or second submission" he said parting ways as he made his way towards the ring.

Pressing her breasts against Daisuke, Ossi tried to exude confidence, though being at such close proximity to Daisuke also sent other deviant thoughts whirling through her mind. As she tried to suppress him, the Wrestling Royal stole a swift kiss, prompting a faint squeak of surprise from Ossi! Before she could truly react, however, he was off and moving away from her.

"Gngh... why you..." Ossi muttered as Daisuke sauntered away towards the ring, his confidence seemingly undented by their last encounter. The mix of his alluring kiss and the arrogant dismissal of her abilities left the Arab beauty in a mix of conflicting emotions and she felt her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Scowling, she stomped after Daisuke, sliding into the ring after him.

Stretching herself out in front of the Prince, Ossi took the opportunity to shamelessly run her hands over her nubile body, hoping to give him something a little distracting to think about as the match was about to begin!

"I am ready when you are," she said huskily. "Would you like to ring the 'bell', Wrestling Prince?"

Knowing full well of Ossi's weakness of falling for him, the wrestling prince attempted to get in the head of the Heiress before their ultimate wrestling challenge. While the two were pressed up together in a serious staredown, the prince whilst dismissing her wrestling ability, would lean forward to give her a soft kiss. The kiss was swift, soft and kick and he didn't really give Ossi time to enjoy it by prolonging it or refuse by pushing him back. Instead, he would back up and would let out a chuckle before walking away from her towards the ring.

The pair made their way towards the ring, Daisuke and Ossi the once proud partners now bitter rivals would stand across each other doing their pre-match warmups and stretches'. The heiress made the most of this, running her hands down her fit body to really show off her impressive physique to the prince who could not refuse taking his eyes off her.

"Hmph! There is no bell you naive woman. Come then, let us wrestle till one of us refuses to wrestle. This will be our ultimate battle. Ossi Shamar! Lets wrestle" he gave a small speech before raising his hands up and approaching his former partner, looking to engage her in a tight clinch to start off the match in a up close and personal grapple.

Ossi rolled her eyes at Daisuke's words before marching forward to meet the wrestling prince in the centre of the ring. He raised his hands, clearly looking for a grapple to start things off, but Ossi had learned from their matches together that in sheer strength Daisuke could out match her. She had other ideas now.

She looked like she was going to accept the grapple, but at the last moment the Arab beauty sidestepped, attempting to grab Daisuke's arm and twist sideways, forcing him to bend over as she stretched him in a painful armbar!

"Well I'm wrestling, Daisuke!" she would sneer. "Is it what you hoped for?"