L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

A heated exchange on social media showed that there was no love lost between Lilliana Antiqua and Jessica Wright. Following their last bout, Jessica was all combinations of angry. Livid, frustrated, incensed, even hateful. Lilliana had beaten her quite soundly, even instilling fear within the Violent Violet towards the tail end of that match. Having been a promising prospect for LAW, even if Jessica wasn't the clear favorite in their last official encounter, expectations had dictated that she'd fare much better. And Lilliana shattering those expectations had ensued in management facing difficulty finding the Titaness opponents.

Lilliana was bored at this point. She and her tag partner Sandy White were on quite the tear, squashing whatever poor girl had the misfortune of being booked to face them. And as they ran roughshod through LAW's ranks, Upper Echelon were given fewer and fewer opponents, both in tag and singles competition. Lilliana, especially so, particularly after she had destroyed Wright. Antiqua had occasionally tweeted about this rut, this boredom, this lack of competition. And that sparked an apex - a surge in Jessica's anger and ambitions for revenge. She demanded another go, a rematch. A callous request that Lilliana couldn't have even been bothered to address with a formal contest.

The tall, toned, muscular purple-haired heavyweight was quite the specimen. Despite not having regular competition these days, she maintained a strict regimen, working through a fitness routine and diet religiously, complete with ample self-care. Lilliana was a different breed. Descending from a family that saw success in every field and endeavor they partook in, Antiqua was legitimately in the top one percent. And on this weekend days, at this hour mid-afternoon, her regimen dictated a regular visit to her family's bathhouse in their terrace. The long, wooden structure housed several porcelain baths on one end, and a wooden sauna on the other, complete with ornamental statues of various mythological creatures and her family crest in front. Lilliana had been basking in the steamy mist of the sauna when she accepted Wright's challenge. The water vapor caressed her defined back and posterior as she began slipping into her typical one-piece wrestling attire. She received a text message from Jessica, who no doubt had taken some time combing through the Antiqua's acres of land and the vineyard to get to the bathhouse and face the prodigal Heiress of the Antiqua Dynasty.

Lilliana Antiqua

Jessica had arrived with LAW paparazzi not far behind. Even if this contest was to be unofficial, a second fight between the two was press that simply couldn't be passed up. Lilliana would let Jessica say her piece before cutting in and establishing her terms. When Jess approached to enter the sauna room from this end of the bathhouse, Lilliana would cut her off with the raise of a finger.

"No-no-no. You can't enter as you are, Wright. Do not forget that I'm doing you a favor accepting your challenge, not the other way around. Last time I faced you, I judged you. Decimated you. Used you and your sham of a wrestling career as a stepping stone, and a plaque for the Antiqua name.

I've no idea how long it took you to remove the permanent marker, but I do know this: I don't view you as a wrestler. And I'll never view you as an equal.

Last we met, I took your wrestling outfit and discarded it in a trash can backstage because you didn't deserve it. You didn't. If you want to face me....if you want to fight me again now or anywhere, you'll abandon this new look. This facade.

You're no wrestler. You're a vagrant. And you'll fight me like one. Strip. Now. Or you'll not have your fight. I'll keep my leotard on. You will fight nude."

Her piercing red eyes and arms crossed under her bust conveyed Lilliana's serious attitude and demeanor on this. She elitist was bent on making sure the difference between them was pronounced throughout this bout. And she stood in the way of the sliding door, blocking Jessica's entry and postponing their fight until her foe agreed to the terms.

The grass was perfectly manicured, Jessica had to give her credit for that. For a woman as snooty and arrogant and haughty as Lilliana was, she figured that nothing else would really do. She wasn't barefoot, and her feet pressed down on the crunchy grass. Jessica had been raised on long highways and in crappy motels and she hadn't seen anything this nice since she had arrived in Japan. And even then, there were very few places that Jessica had been to that had looked like this. This place was huge and spacious. There were so many buildings that Jessica was not even really sure which one was the main one, which is to say that someone like Jessica could not have told the difference between them, they were all so opulent.

But Jessica had other things on her mind other than how nice Lilliana's house was. Namely, how Jessica wanted to tear Lilliana Antiqua apart. The Violent Violet was no stranger to defeat. When she was first cutting her teeth in a bunch of dingy dims all around the midwest, she had been thrown against women who were several times her size. The young Jessica went at them with abandon, and she was punished for that. With every match, however, Jessica grew and grew until she was a purple and lean fighting machine.

And then she ran into Lilliana like a brick wall. There were very few women that Jessica went against who were stronger than her, even at the heavyweight level. There were very few women that Jessica went against who were more interested in humiliation than her, even at a perverted place like LAW. There were very few women that Jessica went against who hit harder than her, even considering the fact that Lilliana had knocked her out.

Jessica watched the match later. And then she watched it again. She knew what had happened thanks to the fact that she remembered being stripped and it took her forever to come to terms with the fact that she had another woman's name written all over her body. The Violent Violet fixated on it, replaying the events both in her head and on the screen of her laptop. Jessiaca's heart was filled with anger and hate and anguish as she thought of a thousand and one ways that she could take her purple haired opponent off the high throne that she had won for herself.

But now, Jessica's heart was filled with desire. A desire to beat the living crap out of Lilliana, and knock her out. In her own home. That provided Jessica with some sense of relief, as Jessica thought that she could take something from Lilliana's house as a trophy. The same way that Jessica's costume had been taken from her.

As she approached the sauna, she saw the paparazzi standing outside. She paused for a second. Jessica hoped that this would be more personal, more intimate, one woman pulverizing another. But she supposed that their spat had been a public one, and it made sense that the media would be here to follow a rising star in the company as well as one of LAW's strongest and most dominant women. She cast her doubt aside. They would just be more people to see Jessica get a measure of revenge on the woman who had become her white whale.

There she was. Lilliana. Instinctively, Jessica clenched a fist when she heard the woman speak. The sound of her voice kicked in Jessica's darkest thoughts as she listened to the woman. When Lilliana suggested that Jessica fight naked, initially the Violent Violet balked. Jessica had only suffered to be naked because she was on the verge of a concussion last time. There was simply no way that Jessica was going to strip herself for the pleasure of Lilliana.

But then she thought about it. As much as she begged the brass at LAW for a rematch with Lilliana, they wouldn't give it to her. Lilliana was not willing to go forward, and even then, look at how she fared last time, they told her. She was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts, with Converses rounding out her look. Everything came off quickly. Jessica was standing there in the mid-afternoon sun, completely nude. Already she was hearing the click of camera shutters behind her.

"Let's fucking get on with it. I can't wait to kick your ass." Jessica's voice showed all of the venom that she had inside her. It was a lot.

Lilliana had approached this whole feud with the attitude that it was simply something to do to pass the time. In her mind, she had already seen what Jessica was capable of. The Superwoman/Heiress saw little to gain for either woman as they delved deeper into Jessica's desire to prove herself. At least, she felt this way about upon hearing rumors that Wright wanted another fight - another shot at one of LAW's upper echelon. The Violent Violet had gone as far as to seek Lilliana out online just to publicly call her out for a rematch of sorts. In truth, before Antiqua could process whether or not Jessica was acting out of bravery or foolishness, the Amazon had actually smiled as she found herself feeling something she had never felt with previous opponents, much less someone she had already squashed so soundly. Lilliana had found herself becoming intrigued in Jessica's fire. The two had fought many weeks ago but this whole time the loss bore heavily on Jess while Lilly had barely given it a second thought. When Jessica actually arrived and coverage of their encounter was virtually guaranteed by the paparazzi and fans that followed her, Lilly was equal parts excited and impressed with just how brazen this Iowan woman was. Just how far was Jessica willing to go to prove she could hang with Lilliana Antiqua and women like her at LAW?

"Hmmm, I must admit that you're quite committed, Jessica. I didn't expect you to show up, let alone comply with my demand....very well....Enter." Lilliana spoke with arms still crossed. Her red eyes peered down curiously on Jessica. The fans that followed had expected more vitriol, more drama, more hatred between these two from the onset. And while all that was still sure to come, the heiress did little more to incense Jessica in this moment. She stood to one side of the large wooden corridor into the sauna. Antiqua allowed a naked Jessica passage into the Antiqua family bathhouse.

As Jessica entered, Lilly would turn to her side. With the stunning frame or her profile visible to the smartphones and cameras, she'd flash a devilish grin at them. In just a few short words and a quick gesture, Wright had given Lilliana a reason to look forward to this unofficial bout. Jessica was a far cry from the scared, broken rookie that Antiqua had reduced her to before. And Lilliana was eager to test the Iowan girl's resolve.

"Make your way down the hall. We'll fight there." Lilliana would command as she closed the door behind her and led Jessica to the baths. It was a large room with wooden walls and decorative, square baths adjacent to one another in a line. At the end of the room was a door to a steam room. Along the far wall where the wall and floor met were various soaps and scents that only elitist families line the Antiquas would care to familiarize themselves with. Windows at eye level lined the opposite ends of the walls. The small audience that followed the pair online into this impromptu fight. The fans that followed practically stood on each other's shoulders to get a good angle to record. It was a real testament to the fact that many top wrestlers had rabid fan bases. Standing just a few feet from Jessica, Lilliana smiled and stood battle-ready. Her arms finally lowered. The daylight coming in from the window accentuated her impressive toned arms and thighs. It reflected off the spandex of her leotard and her shiny purple hair. The Amazon, this peak image of a female wrestling athlete stood ready.

"We can forego the formality of announcing rules. We fight until one of us either submits or can't continue." Lilly would begin as she curled her fingers towards the middleweight woman, inviting her to strike.

"Come. Make the first move. Show me that fighting you isn't a waste of time. Show me that I won't be able to reduce you to the same sniveling, hapless damsel that you were last time I finished with you on the ring."

Jessica walked behind Lilliana. The Violent Violet was acutely aware of exactly how many people would be seeing her naked body on the internet by the time the hour was over. She had to tell herself that it was all going to be worth it once this whole thing was through, that by the end of their interaction Lilliana would be just as naked as she was. The look on her face told the world that she intended to carry out all of the dark threats that she had made, despite the fact that she was now totally nude for the world to see. Lilliana was right. Jessica was 100% committed to seeing this through, until Lilliana was disrobed and bloody and beaten in front of her. In her mind, a thousand punishments flashed for someone who would do the brazen act of what Jessica had done thousands of times before.

As she was following Lilliana, it occurred to her that she could just jump on her and start choking her. Her body made instinctive movements to do just that, but she quelled those darker impulses as quickly as they arose. Had this been a chance to get the belt, Jessica would have done exactly that. But this was an affair of honor, one where she owed Lilliana and the world a debt. So she would stay her anger, and make sure that she did this the right way. The Violent Violet had become far stronger in the interim, and she wanted Lilliana to know that there was absolute hell to pay for making Jessica look like a weakling and a fool in front of the entire world.

Once Jessica entered the steam room, a wall of odors washed over her. The Violent Violet would not have been able to identify a single one, which made the mixture of the bunch that much more potent and ominous. Lilliana was standing there in her leotard and purple hair, looking just as strong and impeccable as when Jessica first encountered her. A steely look flashed in her eyes as it became clear that it was getting to the time where Jessica would prove just how much better she had really gotten. Bodies darkened the windows, a fact that was not lost on Jessica. She looked at the crowd before her attention focused back on her quarry in front of her.

"You got fucking lucky last time. I swear to you. Once I am done, you're going to be stripped naked, and humiliated." Jessica clenched a fist. "I am going to shove on of those fancy fucking oil bottles up your ass. That is going to be after I knock you the fuck out by sitting on your face." Jessica took a half step forward. "Fighting me isn't going to be a waste of time. It is going to be the worst fucking decision that you ever made in your miserable life." Jessica was encouraging herself more than anything else at this point.

And with that, she took off, darting across the steam room floor at her opponent. She wanted to prove to Lilliana that she was more than just a hapless damsel by starting the match off with an uppercut to Lilliana's stomach. The Violent Violet was going to find out if Lilliana's belly was as toned as her arms were with a powerful and sudden blow!

Jessica's hatred and vitriol were not lost on Lilliana, or anyone else for that matter. The venomous tone with which she spoke was captured on camera for all to hear and see as fans spectated from outside the bathhouse. Not that it was ever a rarity or a special occasion to see the Violent Violet talk down to someone angrily. This was different. From her tone of voice, you could just tell. Jessica was convicted, malignant, on a bloody warpath against perhaps the only woman in her career to ever instill a feeling of helplessness within her. And being the target of Jessica's rage made the privileged aristocrat smile. To Lilliana, this was but a simple break in routine. This encounter served to help her pass the time. Why else would she invite callous riffraff like Jessica Wright over to her domain? Why else would she beckon the woman in front of her to approach and give her a free shot to kick this fight off?

A seething Jessica Wright burst forward with haste and made a beeline for Lilliana! Fans gasped as her right fight thrust into the taller wrestler's midsection. The suddenness of the punch gave it an oomph that made the impact resound through the wooden room they fought in. Lilliana let out a cough as the sound of the high-pitched impact of Jessica's jab began to fade. Her head leaned forward as she caught her breath.

"Not bad..." Lilliana smirked. It was definitely a notable improvement over Jessica's strike force in their previous encounter. There was no need to voice that much aloud. Seeing is believing after all. But just when The Titaness seemed staggered by the blow, she stepped forward quickly, her bare foot landing between Jessica's as she wound up with impressive speed and drove her own fist with authority! She swung her fist down and forward before driving it upwards with an uppercut, getting a good-full swing to drill Wright's bare abs if the punch connected! Lilliana had been boxing for some time before she switched to wrestling. It was to be expected that she could take a punch about as well as she could dish them out. Should the blow connect, Lilliana fully expected it to bring Jess to her knees. She adjusted her barometer for the Violent Violet's toughness and combat ability. Sizing up her guest, antagonizing her, forcing her to straddle the line between redemption/fulfillment and disappointment/despair on the grounds of family's estate: it was fun for Antiqua.

Should Jessica be brought to her knees the way Aniqua expected, she'd cross her arms again and resume her cold stare and demeanor from before. Lilly would stand over a kneeling Jessica, looking down on her figuratively and literally while provoking her. "Is this everything a Wright can do? Everything you can do? I won't say it again, Jessica. If you bore me like you did last time, I'll end this fight even faster than I did last time."

Jessica felt the immediate impact of the blow on Lilliana's belly. It was a good feeling. Not just because she enjoyed the tautness of Lilliana's stomach and how strong she was, but because she had inflicted pain on her fellow purple haired wrestler. She had watched the match a few times in the interim, trying to figure out a weakness that Lilliana had. In her rewatches, she recognized that there were a few points where she had caused real damage to her foe, despite the fact that at the time it felt like everything she had done to Lilliana amounted to absolutely nothing. Now that she saw Lilliana staggering back, she felt encouraged to surge forward and seize upon the advantage that Lilliana had given her.

The heiress had other plans, as it turned out. Just as Jessica was cocking another punch in the chamber, Lilliana sent the upper cut from hell at her stomach. The Violent Violet gasped as she fell down to her knees. Her abs were tight in her hands, as she held them trying to soothe the intense pain that Lilliana had caused her. She had made a few mistakes, she reckoned. The first was getting naked, because that meant that her uncovered breasts shook mightily both when she dealt with the punch, and then a moment later when her knees sank to the hard ground. The second was attempting to get into a fist fight with a boxer. Jessica could brawl, but Lilliana was clearly on another level, both in terms of dishing out pain and taking it.

She couldn't say anything. The blow had humbled her. And even if it hadn't, the strength of the punch ripped all the air from her lungs. Her purple eyes were looking up at Lilliana, with her mouth agape. She so desperately wanted to level Lilliana and humble her the same way that she had been humbled in their match. Her mind was mostly blank from the pain, but slowly yet surely started flickering back to life. The weak little woman who had been stripped and humiliated by Lilliana was receding as Jessica, the Violent Violet, felt her instincts and her desire to win at all costs flooding back in.

The situation was not a good one, with her on her knees in front of her hated opponent. But Jessica was a crafty woman, and would rely on the resources that she had available. Her low starting point meant that it might be easy to bowl Lilliana over. She leaned forward and grabbed both of Lilliana's legs, and drove forward as hard and as fast as she could going for a double leg takedown. If Jessica could not respond to Lilliana's comment with words, she was more than fine with showing Lilliana what she could do through her actions.

Jessica's hatred and vitriol were not lost on Lilliana, or anyone else for that matter. The venomous tone with which she spoke was captured on camera for all to hear and see as fans spectated from outside the bathhouse. The rowdy, rough Iowan's insults and threat put something of a slight smile on Lilly's face. But taking the wind straight out of Jessica's sails and stifling her to a kneeling halt, well that made Lilliana break into a wide smile. Yes, the pearly whites on the smug mug of Lilliana were conspicuously visible as she crossed her arms and stood over Jessica Wright. She enjoyed this. Testing Jessica's resolve and will, seeing just how much punishment and demoralization Jess could take before she keeled over in a defeated heap. No other challenger was so determined to continuously and repeatedly run their head into the wall that was Lilliana and the few women at LAW that she considered to be on her level. The stubbornness and fire that she saw in Jess just before putting her down cemented Lilliana's place in the upper crust in and out of wrestling.

Yet as Lillian's bore down on Wright, despite the appearances, Jessica did not quit! Getting rocked might have shaken her body, but her mind and focus remained fixated on regaining whatever honor she could from the only woman at LAW to besmirch it so far! The Violent Violet surged forward from her kneeling position, much to Lilliana's surprise! She grabbed hold of those long, powerful legs of Antiqua, destabilizing from the very high-quality, manually crafted wood floors that she stood to proudly upon! Lilliana raised her eyebrow in surprise and fans looking inward from the outside gasped when they saw the boastful aristocrat fall backward onto her beautifully toned bum!

"Tch-!" Lilliana reacted through clenched teeth. Wind in her sails or no, Jessica seemed determined to throw whatever life she had in Lilliana's direction. In truth, Lilly was very curious to learn exactly where this drive came from. Never before had she encountered a foe so ridiculously stubborn, even in her days as a boxer! The incredulousness on her face was only faintly visible. Antiqua was still very much focused on the fight at hand! With Jessica lunging in and Antiqua finding herself taken by surprise, she reacted by snaking those long, powerful legs around the Iowan's waist! She'd lock her ankles behind Jessica's toned back to lock in a body scissor hold to fire back with a move to slow her challenger down!

"Feisty today, aren't we Jessica? I'm going to make sure that every humiliating act you wanted to inflict upon me, I do to you, and then some...." Lilliana would lean forward and utter menacingly into Jessica's face if she managed to lock in her scissor hold. The two of them meeting eyes wearing similar levels of intensity on their faces!

Jessica felt the weightlessness of Lilliana as she transitioned through the air. It wasn't weightlessness, not in the sense that astronauts feel as they orbit our pale blue dot. It was weightlessness in that Lilliana who had previously been on the floor was now soaring thanks to Jessica's cleverness. It was weightlessness in that Lilliana, who had loomed so large in her imagination for so long, was now being pushed and lifted and sent crashing down to the floor in a quick and painful manner. It was weightlessness in that for the first time since the very start of the match they had, there was no fatigue nor pain nor humiliation to slow Jessica down as she had complete freedom of movement in the ring.

Or so she thought. Jessica was ready to get up, and continue on with her attack. As she was on the move, Lilliana clamped her powerful legs around Jessica. The Violent Violet felt the squeeze. Hell, the media watching on surely felt the squeeze too, or could at least feel a tremendous amount of empathy for Jessica as her face twisted into one of pain. As Jessica was dealing with that particular problem, Lilliana added another twist to the moment. Anything that Jessica did to Lilliana, Lilliana would pay back twofold. The Violent Violet knew exactly what that meant, having tasted that before. She paused for a second.

Then she moved. "Fuck off!" It wasn't anywhere near as eloquent as what Lilliana was able to produce, but Jessica imagined that this hated woman had been given the finest education that money could buy while Jessica half-read books in an underfunded school next to a cornfield. She tried to get up to her feet. Her ass was up high for a second, and her large breasts bounced from side to side as she tried to position herself for what she was going to do next. Jessica was aware of that. But she had to do it if she wanted to see the other side of this fight with a victory in her pocket.

She grabbed at Lilliana's hips, and attempted to bring the woman off the ground. The pain in her body was becoming immense, and if it lasted much longer she honestly didn't know what she was going to do. On the other hand, if she did pull it off, she would be in a very good spot. Jessica attempted to slam the woman down as hard as she could to complete the move. If Lilliana unclamped she would be safe. But Jessica hoped that she wouldn't, even as that caused Jessica pain. Because she knew it would be way worse for her opponent.

Jessica took this fight to the ground. Steam formed in the air as the two athlete's bare bodies pressed up against one another. Lilliana trying to literally squeeze the wind and fight out of Jessica while Jessica looked to assert control with her leverage from above, showing off her ability really wrestle when push came to shove. There was no doubt it felt good to her to take Antiqua down. For her, this was about revenge, about restoring her honor, her reputation as a hot-blooded, rough n' tumble wrestler that could hang with the very best of em. But where Jessica made any progress, large or small, Lilliana was delighted to be there to stifle her! As she kept her ankles locked tight behind Jessica's back, and her long, strong legs and thighs constricted that core, she looked up into Jessica's eyes with a sadistic sense of curiosity on her face. Cameras flashed and recorded as Lilliana and Jessica eyed each other with strong, negative emotions. Lilliana in particular was eager to see just how much Jess could take. To see how much progress she had made, if she made any at all. Just so that she could have the satisfaction of laying the Violent Violet out and put her in her place yet again! Where Lilliana calmly and eloquently communicated her threat, Jessica retorted with expletives and violence!

"Laughable!" Lilliana said dismissively as she tightened her scissor hold on Wright's waist. She took note of Jessica's stance. She felt the girl grasp at her hips and straddle her feet. Truth me told, she didn't think Jess would be able to lift her. Perhaps it was hubris from their dominating in their last encounter. Or perhaps Lilliana simply underestimated Jessica's growth over the last several months. It's not like she paid any level of attention to Wright's matches. And she'd have to rethink that as her foe began to use her grip on Antiqua's hips to slowly lift her upper body up off the wooden floorboards! Of course this was laughable to Lilliana. She chuckled as she maintained her hold and fully committed to robbing Jessica of air and stamina! She banked on Jessica not having the strength and wherewithal to pull this off! And unlike her parent's and grandparent's stock portfolios, she hedged her bets on the wrong horse on this one!

"Ugh!!" Lilliana's grunt rang out as her back met the floor. The impact had her release Jessica. She grimaced as she began to sit up and try to shrug things off. "Impossible" the heiress thought to herself as she slowly began to rise. Could Jessica really have gotten stronger? Did she enter the skill bracket that Lilliana reserved for only the upper crust of wrestlers? Of course, in Antiqua's view, this was simple luck for now and nothing more.

Jessica tried to ignore what Lilliana was saying. First, because she knew that it was laughable. Here she was, totally naked, in this woman's sauna, with a pair of strong legs around her waist and having taken damage already so far. Second, because she needed to concentrate. Lilliana had not been shy about throwing her weight around in the previous match. And in the interim between the two meetings, Jessica had scoured the internet looking for every piece of information she could find about her purple-haired tormentor, including her weight. The Violent Violet had lifted such weights before, but in the heat of the moment she knew that absolutely anything could happen. And finally, because she did not want to admit to anything that Lilliana said, lest the lingering doubts that she had creep into her brain again and plant the seeds of what would only become her ultimate destruction. With the chuckle ringing in her ears, she went through with the move.

When she pulled it off, she breathed a sigh of relief. Lilliana's legs no longer entangling her did provide some room for her to let her lungs expand, but more importantly than that, for a long time she doubted that she could even really do damage to her opponent. The hard floor and Lilliana's grunt confirmed to her that she wasn't as invulnerable as Jessica suspected.

Which was nothing but good news for the Violent Violet. A few moments ago, the cameras were able to watch as the two women eyed each other with malice. Just a second ago, they were probably focusing on Lilliana's body hitting the floor, just as much they were focusing on Jessica's large chest bouncing up and down. But now, they would probably be locked in on Jessica in motion, as she took a step forward to ensure that she could seize the opportunity that she had created for herself.

As much as she wanted to repay the punch to the stomach, she knew that was Lilliana's game, and not hers. Her game was about wrestling, hard and fast and brutal. She tried to secure the double underhooks below Lilliana's armpits. From there, she would lift upwards. The goal was not to assist Lilliana to her feet, at least not in a way that was at all sporting. Rather, she wanted to summon some of her own momentum that would allow her to lift her opponent off her feet and go for a belly to belly suplex that rocked Lilliana's world once more!