L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

zak_t6 : fbi open the door
Loverpoi : omg she’s gonna fuck her up
PopularRodeo : YOOOOOOOO >:)
TrainWanna : she’s doing it, she’s doing it
zoomvikk_0 : no advertising please *.*
Geougand : are we sure this is legal? legit
jennaash121 : its that way
Uponcorp : AYY
HeadTabWave : @Geougand don’t be a pussy
jennaash121 : yaya

Wendy found herself standing in front of the door to an apartment in the middle of Japan, wearing the most conservative attire she had ever put on in years. For her top, she had on a loose-fitting white, one that covered up considerable chest and left everything to the imagination, even buttoned up to her neck. She had on a long black skirt, as long as you could wear without tripping over it, complete with penny loafers. For the final touch, she had a long, brown wig on, covering her natural white hair.

In one hand, she held a Bible. King James Version, as if it mattered.

In the other, she had a phone that was connected to a Twitch stream, with multiple people sending messages her way while she showed them what was going on in a livestream.

How did Wendy get here in the first place? That was a bit of a story.

A few weeks ago, Wendy had decided to start up a Twitch channel. It seemed like an easy way to make money - play videogame while she was wearing lingerie, make money. She didn’t even have to be nice to her subscribers, since a lot of them were just coming to satisfy whatever crazy fantasies they had about her talking down to them while she wasn’t wearing much. It was fun for a little while, and she was making decent money. A good thing, since management refused to give her the rates she was truly worth.

But, one night, some of her subscribers got to talking about ways she could make a bigger name for herself in LAW. She hadn't been paying too much attention to it, until a certain name came up, one that she was fairly familiar with. She was a woman that Wendy had wanted to have a match with, but management told her she was off-limits. One of the older, bigger stars in the company, not someone they wanted to risk an unproven talent such as herself on.

But that was just inside the ring. Outside, all bets were off. They suggested that she stir the pot a little, provoke this woman into a match. Better still, they asked her to livestream it.

She didn’t hate the idea. She liked it. She liked it so much that she went to the trouble of finding an outfit that would make her look like a Jehovah’s Witness, just to help her get the element of surprise over this person.

And that was the strange series of events that led her to this doorstep, knocking on this door, and waiting for the person in question to show up. She took one more quick look at livestream, checking the comments for anything good while she waited for her victim to show.

Youngerryot : make sure you use the breast smother
ChooseDariGooble : !mute
Orchgest : facesistsfacesitsfacecsit!
zak_t6 : freaks
breidao : i hope she’s in her wrestling outfit <:( sooooooo hot
Scanosedia : p
cohros : this is so fake
SaltyMan: Make those cheeks clap!

She sneered down at it, and shook her head when the cameras was pointed away. A bunch of idiotic nonsense, as usual. But they were dropping donations to get their requests in, so they could be as dumb as they wanted, so long as they filled her pockets.

Many knew the address of the woman Wendy was about to call upon, but few dared to visit. It was something of an infamous locale - not for its sinister nature or otherwise - if anything, the woman inside was the ideal neighbour. Seldom making a noise and near enough never causing a fuss. Her reputation however carried with it an aura of fear, one she maintained simply by being who she was.

Food deliveries didn't even bother asking for a tip, neighbours never bothered her, and playing children always lowered their voices to a hush at most whilst holding tight onto their footballs as opposed to actively playing.

With a knock on her door late one night, it was a given from the above that the occupant was startled to say the least.

"Who in the fuck..." Polishing off the last of her drink and brushing aside her supper, the owner of said apartment switched her television off before standing abruptly. Obviously the reasons to knock on this abode at this hour were one of two.

Either the individual on the other side of the door had the wrong address. Or they were up to no good.

Having never bothered to install a peephole or doorbell camera, the door could only be opened directly as opposed to safely seeing who was on the other side prior. With her figure clad in a tight fitting jeans and tank top combination, the owner of the abode swung said door to with a sour look to her face.

"What?" Snapped Karen Starring, who had unknowingly been selected to start in a stream this evening...

Ugh. Glasses. Wendy should’ve gotten some fake glasses. That would’ve totally completed the whole look she was going for, really thrown Karen off. As it was, she had a good look going, really nailed it, but that would’ve been the cherry on top. Wasted opportunities…

Her mulling was interrupted when she heard heavy footsteps approaching, the telltale signs of her mark coming towards the door. Showtime.

Wendy stepped back, straightened up, smoothed out her dress and stood at attention, holding the Bible in one hand. Most importantly, she held the phone at her side, turning it in such a way that her subscribers would be able to get a good view of the occupant as she opened the door and see when things popped off. ”And here we go, in 3, 2…”

Eyes wide. Smile. Show those pearly whites.

The door opened wide, and Wendy found herself standing toe-to-toe with one of LAW’s longest running names - Karen Starring.

The first thing she noticed, straight away, was their builds. Karen was the larger woman between them , but not by too much. It was hard to say for sure with the clothes they had on, but Wendy would give her an inch or two, and maybe fifteen pounds, at the most. Enough to be a real problem in a straight up fight, but that wasn’t the game they were playing today, was it?

Second thing? Kind of rude. Way to welcome someone coming to your front door. Then again, this was about the way she would treat Witnesses back home if they ever made it past her dog to the front door, so maybe she wasn’t in a place to talk.

Regardless. To business.

“Hello, Miss!” She held up the Bible canted her head to the side, and took a slight step forward, just enough to slip her foot out from under her skirt and place it inside the apartment, in case Karen decided to close the door in her face. ”I’m here to tell you about the good news. Do you have a minute?”

Karen wasn't so much as being rude, as she was being startled. Well, no. She was being rude. But she was also rather taken aback.

The build of this girl. The bust. Something was wrong.

Either that or the Jehovah's Witness' had expanded their recruitment heavily.

"Absolutely fucking..." Karen spoke with her hand still to the door handle, as her eyes continued to scan up and down this mysterious gal's frame. The more she looked, the more she didn't like what she saw. Mostly due to the fact that she was beginning to notice the tone beneath those excessive curves.

"Ahem- Absolutely fucking not." She'd correct herself, standing straight with her brow tensed. With warning signals beginning to flare, Karen made no attempt at holding anything resembling manners. Nor did she hold the door, as she turned her body in an effort to shut it - nigh, near slam it.

Only, something blocked the doors path.

Turning her head practically in slow motion, Karen's head came low with her gaze to that foot. Before it scrolled back up a final time to lock eyes with the apparently religious gal. She didn't say it, and Wendy likely couldn't read minds, but she wouldn't have to to read Karen's looks.

"Are you fucking stupid?"

To be honest, Wendy didn’t know too much about Karen, at least not too much beyond her reputation. She had seen some of the woman’s matches, enough to know that she was a force to be reckoned with. But, to be honest, she mostly watched LAW for the bigtime squashes, seeing little girls getting dominated by monsters, both for entertainment and for research. She liked her prey smaller and weaker and flexible, and while she had the confidence to take Karen on, even she wasn’t so wound up as to think that would be an easy fight.

From what she’d heard, the woman was a bit of a hothead, and she’d banked on that hubris blinding her to certain things. Maybe being too confident to suspect an ambush. As Karen looked her over with mounting suspicion, however, she got the impression this wouldn’t be the case.

No, Wendy was not stupid.

However, she was in pain.

She gritted her teeth hard as Karen slammed the door shut on her foot, stifling a shriek from the pain shooting through her foot. It was all she could do to not go hopping away and caress, but she kept her mind focused and remembered the plan. If anything, this would just make what came next all the sweeter.

Wendy clenched the Bible tight in her hand, swung it around and brought the side of it crashing into Karen’s head. Normally, that wouldn’t have done much. Just some paper and bindings, after all, nothing too hard. A book wasn’t a dangerous weapon.

But when that book had its pages carved out and replaced with a metal slab? Yeah, that would qualify.

It was a cold, awkward and outright agonising few seconds for both women as Karen shot the gal a thousand yard stare. Though needless to say, it was more painful for Wendy.

Karen Starring didn't have a door fully pressing on the sweetest spot of her foot after all.

Was she braindead? Slow? Or perhaps overly keen about the Good Word? Either way, Karen wanted none of it. And if this gal wasn't going to take the hint what with that door pressing down upon her foot, then so be it.

Opening the door again, Karen extended her free hand with Wendy's neck in mind. She wouldn't outright seek to throttle the girl, but more push directly inwards on her wind pipe. It was a nasty move to say the least, but Wendy would have not only have been forced back by Karen's outright shove, but be rendered spluttering by the press to her neck. By then, Karen would have the door shut and the lock would be back on.

That was the plan, anyway.

Extending her hand, Karen's eyes all at once bulged from her head as Wendy did something Karen simply couldn't foresee.

She swung first.

With that 'bible' literally pinging off her good looks, Karen would be sent tumbling back into her own living room - her top heavy frame with its arms outstretched would hit the deck nigh instantly, though not before knocking over a small table. One that now littered the room with junk mail yet to be disposed of, along with dated magazines, as Karen now lay in a heap that she herself had just created.

It had been a close thing. Wendy could see Karen reaching for, coming at her with hate in her eyes and hands that could crush necks - maybe not her neck, but smaller, weaker necks.

That had almost turned into a real fight for a second, there, but some planning had saved the day. ‘Good book’ indeed.

Down Karen went, falling into the apartment as Wendy finally succumbed to the pain in her foot, jumping back and shaking it out while she hissed. ”Gaaaah! Damn it!” She stomped her foot on the ground, forcing some feeling back into it, getting the blood flowing - that was going to suck for days, she knew it. Well worth it, though - the plan had gotten off to a rocky start, but it was on the right track. Just needed to follow through.

Step One: Subdue Karen. Checkmark on that.

Step Two: Secure the area. Wendy looked left and right, making sure that no one caught sight of this little home invasion. Japan wasn’t like the Georgia countryside she’d grown up in. Here, everyone was neck and neck, living so close together, eyes always around, but it felt like she’d caught a break. The coast was clear. She dashed inside and shut the door behind her. ”I’ll let myself in, thanks.”

Step Three: Setup the phone. She wanted a good angle for all of this, but she didn’t have time to really work with it right now - that blow had laid Karen out, but she had no doubts the woman would be getting up soon. She tossed the Bible off to the far side of the room, then kneeled and popped the kickstand out of her phone’s case, setting it on the floor. In landscape mode, because she wasn’t a total moron like some streamers she’d met.

Step Four: Make sure Karen stayed down.

Wendy moved over her fallen host and kicked the table out of the way on her approach. The wig came off, flung over beside the Bible, and then she brought her heel down into Karen’s chest, stomping her titanic tits with her full weight behind the blow. ”Hey, champ.” She was breathless, the excitement making her heart race. ”Mind if I make myself at home?”

Karen was not a woman who could be rendered so low so easily. At least not in-ring. And certainly not by a book of all things.

No, even in her delirium and stupor Karen knew the book she had been struck with had been tampered with - to make it ideal, no doubt, for the strike she had received. She could at least take solace in the fact that a follow-up from said 'book' was would not come, as Karen turned her head if but slightly at the sound of metal pinging against floorboards. And soon enough, albeit silently, a wig besides it.

"What the fu-" Karen would turn her figure to try for a full gaze at the woman who had forced her way in, with Karen having completely missed the fact that Wendy had just set up her phone for the ideal recording experience. Extending her hand as if to grasp something to push up with, the yet unnamed figure was having none of it as she struck at Karen with her outstretched leg. Though not to kick.

To stomp.

With her massive chest becoming the target, Karen's efforts to snatch the foot upon her with both hands would be a mostly in vain one, as Wendy's punt forced her flat to her back nigh instantly. Her monstrous strength was hard to co-ordinate with the severe headache to hand, with Karen barely having the power to press said foot left or right. Needless to say, it resulted in quite the easy time for Wendy, who was free to press her foot down as hard as she wanted.

In a process that forced Karen's massive bosom to painfully mushroom within her bra, as if they were twin balloons close to popping.

Something about Karen had been kind of pissing Wendy off since she first laid eyes on her, and now that she had her down and was grinding her loafers into the bitch’s tits, it occurred to her exactly what that was.

Karen was bigger than her.

And not by much, which made it worse. If she was much bigger, Wendy could’ve gotten over it. She knew she wasn’t the biggest woman in the heavyweight division, and that she could make up for it in other areas over the pondering oafs. But Karen was just close enough to her own size that she had all the same advantages, but just slightly more of them. She was just a little taller. Just a little heavier. Her breasts were just a little bigger. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing a slightly better version of herself, and she had to say, it was grinding her gears something awful.

Yes. Yes, she would enjoy this.

”Speechless, huh? Okay, darling, I’ll go for both of us.” She rolled her neck about as she leaned forward, putting even more pressure on Karen. Her fingers went to her blouse, unbuttoning it, eager to get this crap off. ”I’m Wendy Winston. New LAW talent, don’t sweat it if you ain’t heard of me. And these,” She waved a finger at the phone and winked. ”Are my loyal followers. Streaming 10K and climbing, last I checked. Say hello to the victim, guys.”

The Twitch chat went crazy, and while she couldn't make out the exact words, she was certain they were enjoying the show. She knew she was, watching Karen’s chest swell up like overinflated balloons.

Wendy finished unbuttoning the blouse and pulled it all off at once, with her skirt following soon after, to reveal the fan-voted outfit she’d chosen this evening. As much as she loathed letting a bunch of sweaty, creepy men dictate what she wore, she had to admit, they picked a good one…

Like what you see?

She tossed the costume aside, stretched her arms, and finally let up on Karen’s chest, only to bring that same foot crashing down onto her stomach a second later, knocking the wind out of those hardened abs. Bitch probably did a ton of situps each day. Overachiever.

”My subs are paying good money for a little private beatdown. So for the next little bit, we’re gonna put on a show, you and me.” She strutted around Karen, kicking her furniture out of the way as she moved to create their play area. ”Objections? Better speak up now, ‘cause trust me, that mouth’ll be busy real soon.”

Karen was forced to listen in to Wendy's little introduction/rant, but she did so over her own splutter. For even in amidst her attempts to introduce herself, the now named Wendy couldn't resist stomping down on Karen's gut.

Spluttering and wheezing all the while, Karen's hands had first risen to rub down her stomped-chest, before tending to the abdomen Wendy had just been allowed a free shot at. From there, it was natural instinct for the amazon to turn to her side, near enough curling into a ball in an effort to defend herself from more strikes directly to her vulnerable front.

Wendy didn't seem to mind though. She was more interested in setting up the ideal area to beat Karen to and fro in, as opposed to pushing her advantage. A risky move, given the woman she was targeting.

"You're fucking dead..." Karen mewled out, her hand finally coming from her stomach to push down on the carpet, in an effort to straighten herself out. She'd then look to sit-up, with her eyes locked to Wendy's as the amazon still yet failed to register the fact she was live in colour. She'd heard the word 'streaming,' but given the state she was in she had hardly been given a free moment to land a gaze on the recording phone.

One that now had not only a perfect view of Karen's stacked, wheezing frame, but of Wendy's curves in turn. As Karen's attacker threw her costume in the same direction as her previously disposed of wig, to showcase a figure that matched Karen's own from head to toe!