L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It was another bright sunny day at the LAW gym and as usual the place was packed with people working their bodies to their maximum potential. Wrestler's belonging to the league were either lifting weights, running cardio or sparring together in one of the gym's many practice rings. It was here that Nha, one half of the tag team Ancestors of Isis, found herself today. When she walked out of the locker room, clad in her blue sports bra and tight fitting short leggings, the other gym goers regarded her with both nervousness and curiosity. Fear because they knew what she and her sister Sha were capable of doing to others who got in their way, and curiosity because Sha was conspicuously absent from Nha's side. It seemed the blue twin found herself without her red clad double today.

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The reason for this only Nha knew, which was why she walked into that gym with a frown on her lovely face. Today her twin sister Sha had opted to hang out with Sierra Oasis; an old friend and fellow LAW wrestler. Sierra was her friend as well, but neither of them had quite forgiven Nha for that stunt she pulled on them where she locked them in a room together and forced them to fondle each other. The incident brought them closer together, especially when they got revenge on Nha by nearly breaking her in half. Now they were spending a lot more time together and Nha was being left out in cold. Sha wouldn't even come to the gym with her today - and she loved the gym!

Grumbling to herself, Nha decided she needed something to help her relieve all this pent up resentment; or more specifically someone. She could already tell that just working out wasn't going to cut it, but that wasn't why she had come to the gym. No, the sultry Egyptian had come here to hunt. To find someone helpless she could squeeze, stretch and grope until they were pretzels laying in a pool of their own juices. Only then would she feel right again.

Smirking at the prospect of a new toy to play with, Nha scanned the gym for potential candidates, knowing whomever she laid eyes on was in for quite the experience....

Unknown to the predator that was scanning the hunting grounds that was the gym. A perfect prey was not very far away. Currently going to town on a poor punching bag, a very pale woman pounded at the bag with merciless ferocity. Yet there was no true anger in her eyes, only cold determination as she decimated the bag in front of her. Each strike in her minds eye landing of a vital part of the human anatomy.

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This woman was Janet “Jet” Wiilams. A current newcomer to the Law league, yet one that was already building a reputation for herself as a merciless yet stoic fighter. Only interested in both the fights and the money, she had no such thing for the fanfare of it all. The brightly colored outfits or the playing up the crowd. That may have been fun at first, but now it was nothing more than an annoyance.

Which is why the Jet was wearing the very same attire she would wear to her matches. A dark blue top, and a pair of black gym shorts. Finally deciding to give the punching bag some reprieve, Janet would wipe down her face with a nearby towel and take a swig of her water bottle. She hasn’t been here long and already has begun to break a small sweat across her pale body. But she was far from finished as she would make her way towards the weight rack and begin to pump a few barbells.

Right next to the yoga mats, and yoga balls.

Bingo

Nha's scans for potential victims would come to a surprisingly quick end as soon as she lay eyes on the fierce specimen of a woman absolutely pounding on a punching bag. She was a taller woman with a fit body that was toned just about every Nha could see. Every blow she landed on the punching bag was not only quick and concise but powerful as well. She was extremely pale - almost chalk white, but that did little to take away from her beauty. Despite the sweat she was building up and her tied up hair becoming a bit unkempt from her efforts, the woman was absolutely gorgeous.

Nha's lips curled into a delighted smile. Her choice was made; she was the one for sure. Whoever this determined fighter was Nha had set her sights fully on her. She looked strong, certainly, but from the look of it took herself way too seriously. In Nha's experience, those were the people easiest to manipulate. If Nha could get into her head and throw her off her game, her impressive skill wouldn't mean a thing.

In fact, the first opportunity for such things presented itself when she moved locations.

Blessing her luck, Nha would begin to make her way over to the yoga area that her target had just stopped next to. Strolling her way over like she was on the runway rather than the gym, Nha would arrive on the yoga mats and immediately set to work. Taking a deep breath, the Egyptian would begin to do some stretches right in view of the boxing woman. Using one of the yoga balls, Nha would stretch herself out on top of it, giving a long, exaggerated moan of effort as she did so. Legs spread and her uppe rbody spread across the ball, Nha's lycra clad ass would sit right in view of the punching bag woman, and with the way Nha was purposely making it stand out it would be impossible for her to miss.

The trap had now been set.

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There were eyes on her.

Janet didn’t know why, but she could feel them. She knows that people were watching her as she worked, either so they could strategize against her or simply because they were too busy admiring her body and not thinking about what she would do to them if she caught them. But the eyes she was feeling were different, reminding the pale woman of her time back in Detroit usually they were the eyes of someone looking to mug her.

Yet even those times felt different to now.

It was then that Janet noticed someone walk past her, someone wearing what looked to be a similar outfit to her own. Only instead of incredibly pale skin, this other woman was as tanned as the desert. Janet didn’t pay it any mind, instead only focusing on her reps as she continued to pump the dumbbells in each arm. A few more of these and she can move on to other weights.

Then she heard a moan, and when she turned her head she froze. The woman that had just passed her was now stretching out over a yoga ball. Her tanned ass straining against her Lycra shorts as she let out another small moan. Snapping herself out of her staring, Janet would get back to her reps. Shaking her head to remind herself on task at hand. Yet every time she would try to focus on her reps, another noise would drag her back to the spot in the corner of her vision. And every time she would see the mysterious woman in another stretch. The next one just as suggestive as the last.

And it was getting harder for her to turn her eyes away.

As Nha began her routine on the mats she could feel many pairs of eyes on her. It was to be expected; she wasn't exactly being subtle. Even though some of these people knew exactly who Nha was and what she could put them through, some couldn't resist gazing at the scantily glad exotic beauty. But there was only one pair of eyes in the place that Nha cared about right now, and it was most important that she stole her gaze. Casting a quick glance over her shoulder, Nha was delighted to her target sneaking cursory glances, looking very awkward as she did so. Nha smiled wickedly. All was going according to plan. Now it was time to reel her in.

Sliding her across the yoga ball, Nha would start to perform some yoga poses that made particular accentuation of her glorious assets. Some with the yoga ball some without. When she bent over her, her marvelous ass hung poised in the air. When she bent backward, her breasts rose like mountain peaks up to the sky. Her flexibility was also brought into play as she stretched her long, perfect legs across the mat, preforming near splits. All of this she made sure was in full view of the woman she had chosen. The other mouth breathers she could care less about.

Nha did this for several more minutes. With every tantalizing stretch she made she knew the pale fighter wouldn't be able to help but look at her. It was only after a good amount of time had passed that Nha would spring her trap. With practiced ability, Nha would turn her head lock eyes with the woman, meeting her gaze for the first time, letting her know with a lock she had been caught in the act.

"Like what you see ~ ?"

Janet wasn’t picky. She’s been with both sides of the gender spectrum in her life. And with that comes the eye for details. So of course when the tanned woman began to stretch in as many suggestive poses as possible. Janet couldn’t help herself but admire the mystery woman’s “form”. And it’s not like she was the only one, there were tons behind her that were practically drooling at every little pose.

At least Janet was subtle about it, hell she even did her best to ignore it and simply focus on her workout. Yet with every breathy sigh or new stretch that accentuated another incredible part of the woman’s body. The Jet’s eyes would find themselves wandering back, no matter how much she tried to force it otherwise. Then Janets will finally won out and she told herself that she’ll allow one last peek before deciding to move on to something on the other side of the gym.

Only when she did, a pair of blue eyes stared right back at her.

It looks like the Jet wasn’t as subtle as she thought. Or was the tanned woman waiting for her to look this whole time? The pale woman didn’t know. So instead she would narrow her eyes and try to cover up her tracks. ”Tch! Why don’t you do us all a favor and keep it down will ya. This is supposed to be a gym, not the casting couch after all.” Janets words were blunt and to the point, yet all it was for was to dodge mystery woman’s question so she could put the dumbbells back down on the rack and turn to leave. Though to step to the rack also meant stepping closer to the woman. But Janet tried to not pay that any mind.

When her eyes locked upon those of the pale woman's there was an amused smirk on Nha's face that almost gave away her true intentions. Like any good hunter though, Nha was patient before going in for the kill. She still needed to know what she was up against first and this first interaction would tell her a lot. While not as flustered as Nha was expecting when she caught her stealing glances, the taller fighter instead tried to play off the incident like it was Nha's fault. An obvious attempt at deflection that the Egyptian saw right through. So she's a proud one, Nha noted in her head happily. Good, those were the ones she had the most fun toying with.

Still stretched into a position that had her own leg pressed against her cheek, Nha regarded her prey were an apologetic smile. "So sorry," Nha replied back in her silky Egyptian accent. "I didn't realize that my warm ups were so.....distracting to you." As she said this, Nha would slowly lower her leg back into its proper position and make her way to her feet, making a good and proper show of it as she did.

She then watched as the pale woman made her way to the rack to set the dumbbells back, her dark eyes following her the entire way. Now up close she could more appreciate the fighter's body. She didn't didn't have an ounce of body fat on her. Every inch of her was sculpted to perfection. The blue twin bit her lip appreciatively at the sight; she had made a good choice in targets.

Nha would then position herself behind the pale woman so that when she turned to leave she would almost run into Nha, who still had a delighted smile on her face. "My name is Nha by the way," she would say nonchalantly. "A pleasure to meet you. But word of advice...try not to interrupt the fighters here from their workouts. We all work very hard to be at our peak and it can be very distracting when outsiders come in...." Nha's plan was starting to take form, for she was implying the fit woman wasn't a fighter at all!

Janet didn’t stop to listen to the tanned woman’s reply. Instead clicking her tongue and focusing on putting her weights back onto the rack. The pale woman knew that if she stayed any longer, the greater the chance that she would get distracted by this woman’s enticing stretches. Stretches that the Jet was now beginning to realize were a lot more deliberate than she had originally thought. It was almost too coincidental that this chick would move to the yoga mats just as Janet was beginning to pump iron.

The signs began to get clearer and clearer the longer Janet thought about it. But her thoughts would suddenly get interrupted after she put the weights down and turned around. Only for herself to come face to face with the very woman she was thinking about. The fact that she stopped her stretches the second Janet finished her weight training was not lost on the pale woman.

Except now that the woman was now in front of her, Janet had to admit that this girl was beautiful. And not only that, but it was clear that the woman knew it too. Her Lycra shorts clung so tightly to her hips and accentuated her ass to such a degree that it could have practically been painted on and achieved the same result. Her top was little different, only it wasn’t tight enough to compress the woman’s tantalizing breasts which were more than obvious to see.

The girl had a body, and a personality to match. Janet could feel her eyes narrow at the now named Nha’s introduction, but kept her face passive as she processed the woman’s words. She was goading her, no doubt about it. But for what reason, Janet didn’t know nor did she care. If this chick wanted to start something, so be it. ”Interrupting? Like what you’re doing right now? Sure I may be new but you’ve yet to see me wiggling my ass out in front of all these people.” she replied whilst crossing her arms looking into Nha’s eyes.

Now that Nha had started interacting with the fit woman she took steps to ensure that she wouldn't just walk away from her by standing right in her path as she turned around. Smiling up at the slightly taller woman, Nha was pleased to see that her eyes were roaming over Nha's body just as she had been studying hers. Of course, Nha was a pervert and she knew it, so she wondered what excuse the other woman had for her wandering gaze? It made Nha smirk, and wanted the woman to know that she was very much aware of her wandering gaze by giving her a teasing wink.

Of course, the boxer didn't seem to appreciate her words, calling Nha out on 'wiggling' her fantastic ass in public. Well, she didn't say 'fantastic' but Nha assumed it was implied. "Wait a minute. You're a fighter here?" Nha asked with mock surprise in her tone, placing a hand upon her chest like she was clutching her pearls. "I just assumed you were a member of the staff who was really into boxercise." Smirking, Nha would unashamedly run her eyes across the woman's form; taking in her abs, her biceps, her thighs and even leaning around to get a better look at her ass. "I mean, it's certainly working for you..."

Whether this act flustered the fighter or not, Nha would take a step closer to her. "But as for your ability to fight....if what I saw from that punching bag is all you've got, you might want to rethink your career choices..." Nha would come to be uncomfortably close to her target now, standing chest to chest with her as she pressed her voluptuous body against the woman's firm one. "Or else the other women in this place will eat you alive....." Nha whispered huskily close to the woman's ear, letting her silky voice and hot breath work their way into that beautiful head.

Then Nha would suddenly step back, smiling widely as ever as she turned to leave. "Think about what I said," Nha called over her shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, my sparring partner cancelled on me today and now I need to find a replacement. Toodles!" With that Nha would start to walk away from the stranger, swaying her hips back and forth so the woman got a great look at her fantastic ass as it started to move away...

Janet knew she was getting baited. It wasn’t anything new for the pale woman, she had seen the same thing done multiple times and always by different people. Though the Jet would admit, this woman’s way of doing it was a lot more unique compared to the others. A lot more sensual and erotic. And the girl definitely wasn’t ashamed of undressing Janet with her eyes as she was speaking to her. It told the pale woman that there was more than just trying to start a fight with her.

Which is why that even though Janet allowed Nha’s insults to wash over her without even a flinch from her marble like form. However, that didn’t mean Janet could allow the woman to leave. Sure she could simply roll her eyes and go back to her workout, ignoring the bait entirely. Yet that would mean she could possibly give the crowd that were doing a terrible job hiding the fact they were watching credence to some of the Egyptians insults.

So instead Janet would decide to simply cut through whatever scheming crap this chick had in mind and get to the point. ”Just point out the where and when. And I’ll be more than happy to show you just how much you should rethink your life choices.”