Female eMpowerment

[BlackAkuma]

Prayuth found himself in the middle of the LAW arena, smackdab in the middle of the ring, with a big, brown, muscular ass on his face. He was sore all over, beaten and bruised and twisted and stretched, all of which would’ve been bad enough by itself, but was so much worse when compounded with an inability to breath. All he could do was squirm and meekly try to push off the muscular mound of female might that was currently sitting on him. It wasn’t working out so well.

Needless to say, this was not how he’d envisioned his night going. He’d originally come to the arena for a match, a one-on-one standard against a debuting Natsume Midoh. He didn’t know a thing about the woman, and he didn’t much need to know, really. She was some newcomer to LAW, an outsider, nothing special. That was what he’d heard, anyway. He’d wanted the night off, wanted to catch up on some of his shows, but hey, duty called.

The last thing Prayuth remembered was leaving his dressing room in his ring gear, heading towards the gorilla position, listening to some instrumental hiphop on his iPods and then…

Pandemonium.

He never did see exactly what the first thing that hit him was. He assumed it was punch, but it could’ve been anything, really. It was a hard, heavy strike, one that caught him on the cheek and dropped him in an instant. He was on the floor, and then came the kicks. Boot after boot after boot, laid all over his body. As he curled up, he could make out enough to tell there were two attackers, but he could only make out vague shapes in the dim light of the backstage area. Women. Big women. Big, angry women.

One of those boots caught him in the forehead and left him loopy, and it was all flashes from there, coming in and out of consciousness. One moment, he was being dragged by the legs through the gorilla position, with each woman taking one of his ankles. Then he was on the ramp, getting pulled down to the ring while

he didn’t recognize thumped all around him. Then he was in the ring, face up, watching as this big, thick ass descended on him like the Death Star, and then…

Yeah, here he was, face trapped under a mountain of ass. Life in LAW.

As he struggled, he could occasionally peek out and look towards the screen, before one of the cheeks covered him in darkness again. When he did, he saw what the audience was seeing: Him, on his back, while

circled the ring. Well, one walking she-tank, a blonde. The other walking she-tank, a woman with dark brown skin, was currently using his skull as her personal throne, and digging her heels into his crotch.

”Folks, I am a simple person. So I am going to make this nice and simple.” The crowd was having a mixed reaction to the woman - some booing, some just seemed confused as Prayuth was by what was going on. It seemed a few knew who these two were, at least. ”My name is Amane Kiyogoku, and my sister, here? This is Natsume Midoh. Some of you know us already, it sounds like, but for the uninitiated, I’ll fill you in - we are eMpire.”

Catchy name. Prayuth would have loved to tell them that, too, but Natsume shoved his face back between her cheeks before he had the chance.

”We came to this company with some simple demands. All we wanted to do was fight some guys. Have some fun. Sit on a few faces. Not too much to ask, you know? But ever since we’ve got here, we’ve been stonewalled again and again and again, pushed off, and when one of us finally gets a match, what do we get?” Amane paused, as if she was actually expecting an answer. ”This little shithead! Some washed-up, burnt-out movie star pretending to be a pro-wrestler!”

They were talking about him, Prayuth surmised, though the oxygen deprivation wasn’t helping his mental faculties. It was definitely a low blow, and he wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it. But fuck, he’d wanted the night off, and it looked like he got it. The Monkey’s Paw curled another finger.

”We want real challengers, real wrestlers, real men, and we want them right now. Not skinny little bitches who’ve never won a match in their life, not social media stars looking for clicks, and not fly-by-night celebrities trying to promote their next movie. Until we get it? This ring belongs to eMpire.”

They made their statement, Prayuth would give them that, even if they’d used his body to do so. A shame he wouldn’t get to see what happened next, at least not live, because he was going, going, going…

[Teenwrestler]

The Dominion had been a group that had gained quite some success inside and outside of LAW. While not involved in many major headlining title fights, the group notoriously possessed skillful wrestlers that looked for real competition. Trent, the leader, was not interested in seeking the more 'pleasurable' side of wrestling competition and therefore the rest of the group followed their leaders direction. Their last match, which did not end too well for Derek and Jacob, was originally meant to be a hentai match but at the request (and some convincing) from Trent, it was eventually turned into a regular tag team- not that it really helped the two younger members cause.

Today however, was different. What were three, now were four. Kaito Akifumi was the newest inductee to the group. Having impressed Trent by his wrestling ability and stature, he was a welcome addition to the group and perhaps some well needed muscle apart from Trent himself. Of course, the guy had a bit of a temper and aggression to him but perhaps that was not necessarily a bad thing- if he could learn to control it and use it in his favour.

Spoiler

"Just who the hell are these two broads?" Kaito yelled at the screen, shaking his fist in anger. Trent, who was much more calmer, looked up at the screen. "eMpire apparently. It seems like they are looking for a real challenge." he said, rubbing his chin in intrigue. Perhaps this was indeed a perfect way to reintroduce the group back to LAW and show why they deserve to be the top name in LAW's factions. "Heh, well we better not disappoint them" Kaito said, striking his right fist into his left palm with a cocky smile on his face. "Poor guy didn't even stand a chance but lets see what they can do against someone on their own level" he added as Trent nodded.

With that, the two made their way out to the arena to be the ones to accept this challenge and confront the group. Their music hit and the two men walked out with Trent holding the mic. He wanted to be the one doing the talking, given the short fuse on Kaito. "Real challengers, real wrestlers and real men. Is what you said?" Trent mentioned.

"Your wish has been granted. The Dominion are here" he said, raising his arms to the side to bask in his own impressive physique, clad only in a pair of blue wrestling briefs and matching boots.