L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Sylvia really thought she had the bitch there. Given how wet, warm and inviting her fellow Californians pussy had became she was assured that Alexa was now mere puddy in her hand. Her plaything to break and throw away to get another expensive toy. This was what Sylvia thought. Because reality came back, hitting her harsh, brutal and tough oh so hot and welcoming as Alexa pushed the Million Dollar Queen against the wall, grabbing her wrists above her head. Sylvia and Alexa gave each other a look of pure hate, tough dwelling under it, between the urge to rip each other apart and the need to rearrange each other's faces, there was something both soon felt, something much more...primitive, sexual and sensual. Their eyes met and it wasn't just the look of two rivals. In their gazes there was not just a challenge of muscle...there was a challenge of the flesh. And when Alexas hand slipped into her shorts Sylvia bit her lower lip, managing to swallow a gasp or maybe even a moan as she fought against the sensation on a conscious level while her instincts already moved her pelvis against the fingers sticking in her. She hated herself for it at this moment but she WELCOMED Alexas hot body, she welcomed those fucking giant tits under her tasteless , ripped shirt, her slender figure, her long legs and her pretty features. Sylvia grit her teeth, not allowing herself even a little peep, instead sucking in air and just staring down Alexa longer, her head turning red in the process.
And finally the pageant queen seemed to have sent her message as she put out her fingers, rubbed her slippery fingers at Sylvias midsection and then left.
The Million Dollar Queen gave her a look of pure hate as she left.
"I fucking end you, slut...", she said loud enough for Alexa to hear it before she sank down in the hallway, putting her hand into her shorts and ending what her rival had started.

Sylvia then changed into her golden outfit after having a shower, now she wore her skimpy one piece, glittering in the lights of her dressing room. She turned to walk out and moved past some tvs, showing what was happening outside. And suddenly she froze. She saw the slut taking the mic and saying something in that annoying trailer park trash accent of hers. The Million Dollar Queen stood there and listened. And with every word, every fucking drop of poison that came out of the mouth of that annoying slut she grabbed her scepter tighter, her facial features contorting into a grimace as she threw her prop to the side, grabbed one of the tvs and lifted it from its place, shoving it into one of the walls behind her with a scream.
She turned and forgot her trusty weapon. This bitch had to suffer. And she would make her suffer, she would make her a fucking mess on this bed, begging for Sylvia to stop.
The Million Dollar Queen appeared to an avalanche of laughter and mockery, many of the neckbeards in the crowd making "Blowjob" gestures while others called her names not even Sylvia would allow herself to say. And there she saw her real target. She stomped on, no grace, no show, oh no, Alexa had managed to destroy whatever spectacle she could have made already. And now she would pay.

One of the officials held out a pillow to her but the silver haired IT-Girl ignored him and crawled onto the bed, right in Alexas direction as they met in the middle of the bed, staring each other down. Sylvia growled, her teeth gritting as she looked into Alexas arrogant brown eyes and before the brunette could say anything the rich girl smacked her check with a loud and audible slap that echoed through the studio and drawed a gasp from the audience.

Sylvia then put her hands onto her inviting hips and smiled like a fox.
"Now what is this, just because it's a bed doesn't mean you have to lay down already Alexa Honey...but yeah, old habits die hard ,huh slut? Come on get up, there is no 400 pound studio executive who pounds you for a role in a perfume spot!", she said and now the crowd, everchanging as the seasons started to call Alexa out much to the amusement of Sylvia Steiner.

Sitting pretty Alexa could hear some of the commotion backstage. She of course hadn't paid too much attention to it, she already knew who it was. Though it didn't take very long for everyone to figure out once Slyvia had stormed out to confront the former Pageant Queen!

Unfortunately the paid-off host was at a lost for words. Neither girl had stuck to his script and without any further directions from the studio or Sylvia. He could only watch as the gold bedazzled hag would shove him away to climb into the bed. Alexa on the other hand, didn't even seem to mind. Welcoming the open hostilities of her opponent with a brighter bigger smile than before. While the rest of her body would ache for the much anticipated action that was surely to come.

"Awww... Don't tell me I got under your skin?" Alexa giggled. Allowing her large breasts to then press into the smaller chest of her would-be-opponent. Easily dominating the space between them as she forced the silver haired skank to feel the hard nipples of her tits stab into her skin and thus! Perfectly demonstrate just how much she was "enjoying" Sylvia's public humiliation at her hands!

Or was until her head had snapped to the side with the unmistakable sound of a SLAP! Alexa cursed then hissed as she held her struck cheek with one hand. Soothing it for a moment before she had collected enough of herself to finally climb back to her knees and get right back into Sylvia's face!

Though this time around she would a lot more forceful than before. As her large tits would knock against Sylvia's own along with their foreheads. Which now pressed hard against each other stereotypical to a face-to-face. "Sounds like you're speaking from lots and lots of experience." Alexa huffed. The two no doubt staring daggers into each other as the tension in the room only grew!

The fight in fact could have broken out at any second! Both girls were filled with every bit of pride, lust, and wrath their sexy little figures could hold, it was only a matter-of-time a fight would have broken out. Yet for several moments no one seemed to have moved only nash their teeth and clench their fists. Somewhat dispelling that very notion until the Host would have the very bright idea to take the reigns of their show again.

"Fol-" he started. Barely getting much of a word out before Alexa had suddenly leaped forward with a scream! As she attempted to straddle her silver haired opponent and while using one of her hand to pull her hair one way she would repeatedly try to slap / scratch her face with the other! "Go on! talk! Who was the luck guy?! The host?! The Producer?! Those sluts from the network?!"