Moms I'd Like to Fight Tournament Signups

[Sigma Morgan]

Kendra's wrestling theme started up. It had been awhile since she heard it only coming out of retirement about two years before hand, the rust was still there but she was hot and ready stepping out from behind the curtain clad in a short black dress that revealed plenty, her long toned legs, her breast barely contained within the confines. Getting a good reaction from the audience, her fight club and small premotion certainly had its dedicated fanbase and it really did translate well to LAW when it was announced both her and her daughter signed to the company. Smiling and soaking in the audiences praises Kendra walked down the ramp blowing kisses to a few fans the she passed that were lucky enough to get seats so close to the action. Reaching the ring Kendra climbed the steel steps and walked to the middle of the apron, stepping halfway between the ropes before stopping and giving her ass a nice shake for the camera's and some eye candy for the audience as it showed the panties under her dress.

Eventually Kendra entered the ring fully reaching outside the ring to retrieve a microphone a staff member handed her. Kendra brushed her hair back behind her ear waiting for the crowd to relax a little while. "Hello LAW. I'm sure from the sounds of it more than a few of you already know who I am but for those who don't, I guess I can give you a little introduction" Kendra said pulling the zipper of her dress down just a bit to expose more of her juicy breast to the crowd.

"I am Kendra Butler. I've been around awhile but gone for awhile as well. Raising a girl might be one of the hardest challenges one could have, but also a blessing" The blonde woman said with a smile. "So I heard LAW is hosting a tournament full of hot, experience women? Experience check. Hot? Well you guys seem to think so" she continued. "I might not be a MILF. I might just be THE MILF!" she exclaimed confidently.

"I've fucked other women into submission, unconscious, and several other states that I'm not quite sure even they could describe! And not for the not fucking part? I've practiced MMA for most of my life! I've combined sex and violence just as well as some sex fight and hentai champions!" she continued.

"So to the other women. I'm not a mother you like to fuck. I'm a mother who's going to beat and fuck you!" She said before dropping the mic and the audience erupted in cheers clearly excited as Kendra exited the ring and walked back up the ramp waving to the crowd on her way out of the area as she disappeared back behind the curtain.

[Deskfan45]

The video faded in to show Maya Jones sitting on her neatly made, cream colored bed. She dawned a pretty set of black lingerie, looking at the camera with a sultry smile. "Hello, LAW fans. I know I'm cutting it close sending my promo in, but being a nurse keeps me busy " She chuckled. "But I have had the chance to look at the other women who've applied, and it makes me excited to think about going toe to toe with those beauties. I would absolutely love to make Touka Akan into a whining little slut, or torture Aella Midori until she has no choice but to eat my pussy, but most of all? I hope I get the chance to settle a score with Miss. Emiko Yamada.I would give anything to sit my booty on her face and crush her dreams of winning this tournament~." She grinned, aroused by the thought of it. "And for the rest of you ladies, here's a little preview of what I'd do to you~!" She said, taking a pillow and shoving it between her breasts. "First, I'll take you by the hair, and shove your face between these lovely boobs of mine~! And then, I'll take you to the ground, beat you up some more-" She tossed the pillow down and punched it, before hopping, landing her crotch on the upper part of the pillow. "And plop my pussy down on you face for you to worship me like the goddess I am~!" She grinned, before winking at the camera. "I hope to see you in the ring~!

[FreestylePoet]

The lights dimmed across tonight's arena. This stadium was adorned with a Jumbotron that hung high above the ring, obviating the need for a proper Titantron. Rows and rows of fans craned their heads up to see what would happen next.

A gray screen lit the room, split into quarters with a wide white circle in the center. Sounds of static poured from the A/V system. The number 10 blinked on screen, and a clock-like hand started to sweep around the screen.

Round and round the arm went: Five, four, three, each revolution met by a tinny beep. As the retro countdown ticked by, fans started to wonder. Was this a new debut? Some other announcement? All they knew was that it was weird – and in professional wrestling, that could mean anything.

When the line cleared the number 1 away, the screen went black. And a second later, the logo for the Moms I'd Like to Fight tournament appeared, complete with fanfare! Gasps tore themselves from the LAW faithful. Another entrant, ready to throw themselves into matronly combat. All that remained was to find out who it was.

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MARCH 22ND, 2018

presented without further comment.

The slab on screen used to be a whiteboard. Now, it was more of a green-red-purple-and-whiteboard. Countless drawings streaked across the board in colored marker. A doodle of America here, an organization chart over there. Some drawings had stretched too far to one side or the other, forced to squeeze between one another until they were tiny scrawls.

"...That's the main thing to remember: civic service is a lot bigger than you think. It's the dog catcher in Peoria. The wastewater inspector in Fremont. The people that affect your day-to-day life are a lot closer to you than to the talking heads on TV. No matter how much of a cynic Mayhew tells you to be."

With a chuckle, the speaker walked in frame, body turned to the side as she looked over her diagrams. Her lavender bob was a little longer and a bit more properly-combed, but it was just was as familiar then as it was today.

Spoiler

Eleanor Gray turned to face the camera with an easy smile. "Where you think people like me are on that spectrum is up to you. But don't throw the baby out with the bathwater... or the people who clean it."

The scene cut to a crowded lecture hall. Dozens of students laughed, then the other several hundred started to clap. It was a rare treat to get Mayor Gray in for a guest lecture, after all. Back when she was an advocate and organizer, she was always happy to pop onto campus for a bit. That stopped once she was inaugurated; City Hall took up too much of her time these days.

"Thank you all so much for being so kind to Mayor Gray as she gives us an insider's perspective into the topics for this unit," said the professor. "If anyone has any questions, please--"

Students were already filing into the aisles, both to leave and to line up in front of the microphones placed for this event. One guy pushed his way to the front. He wore an oversized polo shirt and a backwards baseball cap that barely covered his gel-caked haircut. College students, huh? First time away from home. They were bound to experiment, and most of those experiments were bound to go up in flames.

"Yooooo." His first attempt was met with a high-pitched whine of feedback. Maybe that was God Himself trying a last-ditch effort to stop this disaster. After a room-wide cringe, he continued, only leaning a little farther from the standup mic. "Yo. Mayor Gray. I, uh, I got a question." He could barely get the words past his schoolyard giggles. Still, Eleanor nodded. "Prof told us about all kinds'a advantages someone might have while runnin' for office, and I was wonderin' if you could give some thoughts on one... What do you think are the electoral advantages of being a total fuckin' MILF?"

Thank the Lord, nobody laughed at that one. Just crickets as far as the eye could see. Hundreds of eyes were glaring holes in this kid, but he must've had his own laugh track going on in his head. He'd just killed any prospects he had at getting laid, and judging by the shit-eating grin on his face, he was none the wiser.

The professor was the first one to respond. "Mr. Graham! That is extremely inappropriate! How dare you ask--"

"Actually," Eleanor cut in, "I do have an answer to that. Can I respond?" The student was already pushing his way out past the throngs of annoyed classmates, but he stopped in his tracks. "I'll keep this brief, not because I want to skip past your helpful little comment but because I have to. See, it might be because I'm a little older. Not with the times. But I'm gonna need a little bit of a refresher. Would you mind defining that term for me? Just so we're all on the same page."

Graham sidled back up to the microphone. She could hear his gulp from here. "Uh... what term?"

"The one you used. What's that mean? What is a MILF, exactly?" When all she got back was a silent sweatdrop, Eleanor pressed. She extended a half-shrugged palm in his direction. "No, go on. Really. I'm sure all your... colleagues are just as curious. Why don't you go ahead and explain it to them?"

"It's... i-it's an acronym."

"Ohhhh!" Eleanor nodded in mock understanding. "Like one of those text message thingies. El-oh-el and ess-em-aych. Em-aye-el-eff, huh? What's it stand for?"

The boy mumbled.

Eleanor cupped her ear. "What's that?"

""I said it stands for 'Mom I'd Like to Fuck.'"

"Oh," she said slowly. "Huh. I think I get it now. Then I guess I know my answer: I don't know. I'm not a MILF." The class was stunned at this development. Still, Mayor Gray pressed on. "You look like the kind of guy who looks up biographies for whatever pornstar happens to be on screen." She scoffed and shook her head. "That's how you know about my old career, right? Anyway, that means you should know that I don't have a kid." Eleanor shrugged. "Not a mother. Not a MILF."

Eleanor waved the boy off as he tried to stammer through some response. "No need to apologize. Not to me, anyway. Your professor and classmates might be a different story, but--" She sighed, then fixed the kid with an unimpressed brow. "Look. I've had an entire political machine dedicated to digging up every shoot I've ever done and every match I've ever fought. Clothed or not. Hell, I've had chicks one concussion away from CTE try to wrestle me into an early grave. If you think you can knock me off my game with a raunchy joke or two, you clearly haven't thought much through. Come back when you've got a few years of media training, then we'll see if your bait's still as fresh as your outfit."

The crowd started to laugh at that one, but Eleanor wasn't done. "For now?" She pointed to the back exit. "Get out. Let the adults have the discussion they're paying tuition for."

Now they were free to dunk on the poor lad as he tried to sneak his way out of the auditorium. To a soundtrack of those laughs and barbs, the scene faded to black, leaving one last campaign ad in its wake:

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ELEANOR GRAY

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