On a beautiful day like today, Leila Johnson found herself to be incredibly bored.
It hadn't been long since the thicc bully had made her debut in LAW when she demolished her opponent in a one-sided match in painful and humiliating fashion, quickly establishing herself as a force to be reckoned with in the LAW roster. While it had done wonders for her rep, it also had the effect of making other wrestlers a little reluctant do get in the ring with her. Her brutal style of fighting that combined brawling, scissoring and smothering, as well as the inherent joy that Leila seemed to get from torturing her opponents had resulted in a bit of a dry up when it came to scheduling another match, with others on the roster fearful of becoming her next subject of torment. It had now been days since Leila had been able to exert her dominance onto someone; to belittle and break them to her will, and it was starting to make her restless.
Simply put: Leila had bullying blue-balls, and there was only one way to cure it. She would have to go on a hunt.
It was for this reason that Leila Johnson strolled into the LAW gym today, with a smile on her face and an aching need dominate someone. If LAW couldn't find her a fight, then she would just have to go pick one herself, and fortunately the gym lots of talent for her to choose from. She was wearing her usual battle outfit, which was really just a modified Catholic schoolgirl uniform. Leila had once been asked about her odd choice of attire in her fights, and the bully had simply responded, "
What's more embarrassing then being beaten up by a schoolgirl?"
Looking around the gym, Leila spotted a few potential people she could have fun tormenting. All she had to do was squeeze them to tears between her tree trunk thighs to make them much more compliant to her wishes. Then it was just a simple matter of sitting her big ass onto their pleading faces. God, just thinking about settling her ass onto a conquered face was making Leila weak at the knees. And that's when she saw her. A woman with long brunette hair and a impressive physique sitting on a bench with her back turned to Leila. Everyone seemed to be giving her a wide berth, either out of respect or out of fear. Leila guessed it was the latter seeing as how nervous everyone seemed to be around her.
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Perfect," Leila whispered with a smile. Bullying someone weak and helpless was always a good time, but taking someone strong and making them her bitch? That's where the real thrill was. Some of Leila's best encounters were with people who thought they were tough shit. All too often they found themselves unconscious with Leila posing over them for pictures. Yes, this was exactly the one she wanted, and so Leila would waste no time marching up behind the buff looking woman. Hoping to catch her unawares, Leila would wrap her arms around the woman's neck from behind, locking in a tight sleeperhold! "
Surprise," Leila would whisper in Louise's ear, right before she would flex her arms around the woman's throat, aiming to drain her victim of her strength quickly!
