L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Eliza watched from her now slightly less dazed and kneed position, her words having quite the effect on her opponent. After her haphazardly thrown insult, the tyrant learned a valuable piece of information on the otherwise invulnerable looking giantess: she was quite quick to action, and in this case not at all a fan of being called stupid, a moron or similar things. Valuable data like this was rare in her line of work, specifically the wrestling half of her life, but it was worth far more in it as well. It gave access to sides of others that they didn't necessarily like to show to others, or were far more vulnerable than their normal face.

In Himeko's case, she seemed to be far too eager to deal back Eliza's verbal attack with her own physical one, and she was far too ready to deal it back in kind and then some! "You are a damned moron, so l-let me give you a lesson...THIS is how gravity works!" calling back to her earlier mess up, the mortician looked to not only capitalize on Himeko's advance but in fact amend the mistake entirely! Rolling to the side in a surprisingly yet somewhat clumsy move, Eliza would stick a leg out sneakily to hopefully trip her larger foe and send her tumbling!

Himeko was mad at Eliza now! How dare she call her stupid! The giantess may have been a little bit of an air head…but she was smart! Smart damn it! The woman would even double down and call her a moron a second time as the giantess was running at her. A real moron would antagonize a big, angry behemoth coming to squash them. So in this case, Eliza was the real dummy!

“I said I’m not a moron you ba-Aaahkkk!” Himeko began to yell back at the woman. However, as she was closing in, the mortician would dodge to the side while extending her leg. Too late to stop herself, the giantess would let out a yelp as she was tripped up by her opponent with a rough drop toe hold that sent the bubbly woman flopping onto her belly with a loud thud! “Ouchie…” Himeko would groan, her facing stinging from the fall as she had done a face plant. Even her tits were hurting, as she’d fallen on top of them hard enough to make a clapping sound when then smacked the canvas. In pain and still mad about being called a moron, the giantess would roll onto her back as she tried to recover her senses enough to stand up and face Eliza again.