L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Misty’s enthusiasm to start laying into the Irish woman, and the high she was feeling from getting the crowd behind her with the gratuitous stink face, led her to throw everything she had into the running hip attack … a massive mistake, as Peggy slipped beneath the ropes to leave Misty driving her hip right into the turnbuckle! The miss stunned Misty enough that she was easy prey for Peggy to catch her by the hair, and hold her still as an easy target!

“UGHN!” Misty grunted, as the first blow came in, “AAGH! Not my tiddies! AOWW!!” She cried out, pathetically, as Peggy rained punishing blows down on her ample breasts. Her boobs jiggled and bounced roughly with each hit, knocking the wind out of Misty before Peggy dumped her toward the center of the ring. Misty was left to crawl away on all fours, moaning in pain, without a chance to even pick her trunks out of the wedgie she put them in as she reeled from Peggy’s counter attack.

Peggy had sent Misty stumbling forward and she climbed into the ring as she rushed to try to get hold of Misty. Peggy wrapped an arm around Misty's head and slammed her with a knee to the abdomen and then lifting. Peggy screamed as she left Misty up trying to hold her vertical while spinning, even taking the time to flex a bicep while holding Misty before twisting to send her crashing down with something of a jackhammer! Peggy would immediately cover Misty for the pin slapping the mat as she hooked one of Misty's legs. "Come on ya zebra, count it! Ol' loudmouth thick thighs ain't gonna be kickin' out!" Peggy shouted.

The official slid in to place and began to count the pin.

"ONE!"

“Uuughnnn,” Misty moaned, miserably, as Peggy held her vertically overhead. Misty grimaced, her body held straight up, put on display, showing off Peggy’s power and total control as she dangled helplessly in her grip … right up to the moment that Peggy spiked her down and smashed her with the jackhammer!

“AAUGH!” Misty cried out as she went down. The young black woman was wrecked by the move, left spread eagle no the mat and an easy target for Peggy to roll over and cover. The two curvy women’s bodies pressed together, Misty squished slightly beneath her opponent. She writhed, legs spread as Peggy hooked her, the end in sight …

“TWO!”

“TH-“

“NOO!” Misty cried out, as she twerked her thick thighs and bucked Peggy off. Misty rolled to her side, eyes wide open as her chest heaved with deep breaths, heart pumping with adrenaline after barely saving herself.

"Oh come on! Are you kidding me!?" Peggy shouted as she glared at the ref. "No way afro thunder n' those jello jigglers are gonna be kickin' out after a move like that! That was three!" Peggy screamed slapping her hands together three times before turning back to Misty. Peggy stomped her hard a few times before yanking her up to her feet by the hair again. "All right lass, time to slam that bouncy ass!"

Peggy bent down grabbing Misty between the legs and around the shoulder smiling as she looked ready to start slamming Misty around the ring all over again!

“They d-don’t …. Ugghh!” Misty groaned, as she tried to roll over and push herself up. “They don’t teach y’all to read in them Irish schools, mayo-thighs? AAAGH! NNGH!” Misty cried out as Peggy immediately shut her up with some hard stomps, flattening her back to the canvas. Before Misty could try to get up again, Peggy was on her and hooked her around the legs and shoulder again.

“N-nooo,” Misty groaned, going up off the mat. “Nooo …!”Misty shook her head, knowing how bad this could be. Squirming, struggling, Misty reached up and grabbed Peggy’s head with her free arm, tried to hook Peggy's thick quivering leg with her own, then rocked herself backward. If she could get the leverage and throw Peggy’s balance off enough, she would try to roll the Irish woman up on the mat, trying for a flash pin to steal the match! Otherwise, she was in for a world of hurt …

Peggy had thought she had Misty right where she wanted her. "Sorry lass you...whoa!" Peggy shouted as she was rolled up instead and pinned to the mat! She hit her head and grunted on the way down as she was trapped!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Peggy thrust out at two before flopping to the mat as her backside and thighs rippled. She shoved Misty away and rolled the other way, trying to make it to her feet before Misty could pounce. Peggy wanted to slam and suplex this bratty broad around more for sure, but right now she had to get up and ready herself after that surprise counter!

“C’mon, c’mon … Damn!!” Misty grunted, then cried out as she felt Peggy buck herself free of the roll up before the ref could count three. The girl rolled away herself, getting to the corner as Peggy tried to regroup. Misty slapped the mat in frustration, knowing that she was just one more second away from stealing a win, tonight! Shaking her head, Misty felt the sweat drip down her forehead, across the curve of her ample bust, and down her belly. This bout had been exhausting, and she needed to put an end to Peggy soon.

“Not hearing you run that mouth right now,” Misty said, when she gathered herself enough to speak. “What’s the matter? Your dumb ass just now realizin’ I could put you away any time I want to? Maybe those pasty white thighs of yorus aren’t as strong as you thought, huh?” Misty started to stand up, trying to get her breathing under control, regrouping for the next exchange.

"Oh piss off afro thunder! That soft mess ya got down under shakes so much I think it caused an earthquake earlier! Lets do it again eh!" Peggy shouted as she stepped up grabbing Misty by the hair and yanking hard tugging her towards the center of the ring. Peggy slammed a fist into Misty's stomach and then a knee before adjusting her grip. She had Misty around the shoulder and between the legs squeezing that big backside and giving it a slap before preparing to scoop Misty up and slam her again for good measure!

“Whatever, bitch,” Misty said, “nobody can even watch this match because of the glare off those big pasty white legs of yours!” Misty stepped up, ready to lock up … only for Peggy to grab another painful handful of her hair and take control!

“Damn,” Misty cried out, head twisting, “let go my hair, bitch! Ref, come on!!” Misty’s legs flailed and stomped as Peggy yanked her roughly to the center of the ring and slugged her in the belly! “NNNGH!” Misty grunted in pain, knees going weak, making it easier for Peggy to pick her up off the mat.

“AOW!” Misty cried out as Peggy groped and slapped her ass, making her big cheeks jiggle before she was slammed again! “AARGH! Damn!” Misty cried out, rolling onto her side, pretty face grimacing in pain as she kicked the mat.

"These power thighs are gonna be your demise lass!" Peggy said standing over Misty and strutting around flexing her biceps. She stomped about and looked out to the crowd. "Ya see that? All talk and no action puts ya down on the mat doesn't it?" Peggy said before turning her attention back to Misty. She was going to try to slam her again for good measure and if this worked Peggy would go for a pin feeling like Misty was all but beat thanks to the old fashioned wrasslin' work of the Irish grappler!