L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"Hmph!" Kat grunted as she rolled out the remainder of the large, deep blue mats, making sure they met the wall flush. The Super Kitty dusted her hands off after doing so.

"I think that care of almost everything. You guys want help setting up the cameras and equipment and stuff?" The luchadora placed her hands on her hips and asked the LAW staff in the room with her.

A LAW Supercard event in a hotel of all things was certainly a change of pace. But that didn't mean that the unsung heroes of LAW's production crew and staff would have to work any less hard. Which is why Kat Hart went out of her way to lend a helping hand where she could! In preparation for her match with the elusive "Malevolent Virus", The Super Kitty made sure to arrive early and pitch in with setting up the mat room.

"No, no! Thanks for helping out, but we've got it from here!" The petite, perky striped shirt girl who was set to referee the match.

"You sure?" The masked heavyweight eyed the ref curiously.

"There's still a good while before the match is scheduled to start. And I've got free hands. I'm sure I could help with something."

"No, no! You've done plenty already!" The referee girl responded.

"You swept. You helped set up the mats. You carried a lot of the equipment to the elevators for us. You'll put us LAW staff out of the job if you help any more, hehe~!"

"Haha! Well, we wouldn't want that." Kat chuckled.

"You know I like to chip in and show you guys appreciation for what you do. Plus, this gave me the chance to help scope out the venue for the match! I had them check the ceilings three times to make sure 'Bat Woman' wouldn't have anything she could use to rappel down here and get the drop on me like she did last time." Hart rolled her eyes in annoyance just recalling how that promo segment of hers went awry, setting the stage for this match. Some of the stagehands helping finish the preparations for the room and the match between Kat and Spectre booed the redheaded assailant in the background, bringing a small smile to the luchadora's face.

"I guess I could kill time by going back to get more of that room service breakfast. I don't know what Maislyn girl has her cooks putting in that stuff but those muffins are TO DIE for! I had, like, 3 of them with breakfast this morning!" Hart brought her hands to her cheeks and practically swooned, reminding the staff in the room how big a foodie she was, a quality most fans overlooked about her.

After the chuckles and the endearing reactions, the referee girl snuck off to grab hold of a camera and focus it on Kat. She caught The Super Kitty still smiling and swooning for a couple seconds before Kat took notice of the camera!

"Oh?" Hart perked up in surprise.

"Since we're killing time before the match, I figure we do a quick interview before Spectre comes by! Tell us, Kat Hart! What's your attitude going into this match? How do you plan to steamroll that hacking harlot!?" The referee got impassioned for a moment before coughing and finding her composure.

"Haha! Yeah, that's right. I imagine Spectre is a nightmare for management and workers, alike." Kat laughed before stepping to the side and onto the one long sliver of hardwood amidst the mat room.

The legendary luchadora would find her poise and flash her signature toothy grin for the cameras! And once she did, Kat would kneel down to unlace and remove her wrestling boots. She seemed to opt to go into this match wrestling barefoot rather than risk losing traction wrestling on thick mats rather than the canvas of your standard LAW ring.

"So what can you expect from this match? The Super Kitty vs The Malevolent Virus at the big Madison Gambit LAW Supercard Event!" Kat stood up and stretched, rolling her shoulders for a moment before bringing the elbow of one arm behind the forearm of the other.

"Ya know normally, I go into a match trying to make sure that my opponent and I can put on a spectacle. Encourage them to try their best. Start off slow, egg the opponent on, gradually ramp up into the technical stuff and the big ol' power moves and crazy submission holds." The busty masked beauty continued to stretch, squatting down before extending one leg fully, letting the heel of her foot touch the mat so that she could loosen up her hamstring.

"But against Spectre? Naaaah." Kat rose up. Her tone slowly shifted from a confident and enthusiastic tone to a more serious one!

"I didn't come here to chain wrestle with her. And while she is cute, I'm not just gonna give her the hot girl grapps." Kat looked into the camera with a tone that suggested these were promises rather than threats.

"Last time we met, she seemed to be bent on some ab destruction. So today I'm gonna give her some ab destruction. I'm gonna do to her what she wants to do The Hart Foundation and any of its trainees."

"Today, Spectre tries to build her status and reputation at LAW by trying to get the drop on the face of the company and steal the biggest win of her career. And today, Spectre succeeds at neither. I'm gonna give her the whuppin she has coming to her!" Hart would ball one of her hands into her open palm.

"And then I'm gonna find Dot and ask her if she can help me make some sick new masks that are even half as cool as that helmet of hers! Seriously, have you seen that thing?! Is SO cute!" Kat allowed herself to get sidetracked, earning a few laughs and nods of agreement, wrapping up the impromptu interview video. The clip would be uploaded immediately to LAW's social media channels, fueling feelings of hype and expectation for the match! And the referees and stagehands in the room would laugh and nod in agreement at The Super Kitty's commentary on the helmet as they chilled and waited for match time!

Spectre’s ear-piece transmitted audio from the room as she made an approach, rooted inside the vent. Getting the data for which room was easy. Then she need only listen to find her moment. She heard that one of them was going out for the bathroom. When they opened the handle, Spectre lined up a sideways profile, side-stepped in and superkicked the production assistant’s chin, dropping them in a backwards crumple to the floor with a skin-sounding -crrrrack!-

“Look what’s here.” Said Spectre. She stepped over them, bent over and took the phone that fell to the floor. The victim groaned, turned over and their ear was stepped on. “Unlocked too. Lucky me.” Then she walked onto the mats, wiping her heel on the victim’s cheek, quickly pulling up the social media app to find the video. She sneered at it from a glance, then opened up a new post and started to make a new video. “Take two.” She said, approaching the mats in full wrestling gear, cape, leotard over her hips, boots under her knees, identical sleeves, freshly polished black-nails, purple and black lipstick, and a bit something extra around the eyes. Dot really gets it done.

“What they can expect is a rug pull. Katherine Hart’s chances of winning left when she chose to attend.” Spectre held the phone casually by her shoulder, turning it to the bozo on the ground, then the referee, then Kat. “But no one would say that except me and one other. Who supports your kind better than your own, right?” She turned it on herself, giving herself a look in the phone camera and turning around to give Kat her back, three feet away, the shot lined up so Spectre could take her fist and make a slow mock uppercut to Kat’s chin. “Pow.” Before turning it into a flipped bird.

The video ended. The second video was posted with two phone taps. She turned around, then tossed the phone behind her like a disposed playing card, smacking against the door that started to close. “So. We done with social media games, punch-meat? Or do you have another product placement?”

Spectre entered the mat room with all the callousness and disregard that she had come be known for by now. The redhead made a victim out of one of the assistants. The crack of the Superkick caught the attention of the folks in the room.

"Huh!?" Hart raised her eyebrow.

The redhead sauntered her way in. She used the selfie cam on the poor assistant's phone to stream a quick clip of her social media plug. The furrowed brows and flared nostrils filling the mat room did nothing to catch the villainess' attention.

"Classy." The luchadora looked into the selfie cam and responded sarcastically when the masked redhead flipped the bird.

When Spectre discarded the phone, the cameras started rolling. Man down or not, the show had to go on. They were there to record and wrestle a Supercard Event match, after all.

"Okay, but did you really have to kick, Stan? Can someone please check on him?" Kat brought two fingers to brown for a second and let out an exasperated sigh.

Thankfully, the only person who needed to stay behind was the referee. The other staff were clear to collect their coworker and leave the scene. And as they left, one after another, Hart stepped forward towards Spectre.

"I do, actually." The blonde heavyweight placed her hands on her hips, the difference in height and size made more staggering now that the two competitors stood face to face.

"It's a product placement for karma, and the ad is this match. It's gonna be long and unskippable, I'm afraid. Oh, did your girlfriend want a front-row seat? Or is she just gonna come by after you lose to collect whatever's left of you?" Kat asked in a tone that suggested she was expecting an answer. Whether she got one or not Hart would continue, interjecting if Spectre tried to speak.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. I dedicate this whuppin to the newly established Hart Foundation. Ring the bell." The Super Kitty crossed her arms under her heavy bust. The referee complied and raced to the corner of the room to strike the bell they had placed there earlier.

"Take the first shot, short stuff. Don't be afraid to ruin those pretty nails of yours. I wanna see if you know how to throw a punch that isn't a cheap shot." The Super Kitty would bring her hands to her sides, opening up her steely muscled core to goad Spectre into making the first move!

"Come on." Kat curled her fingers. There were no obvious signs from her of any intent to counter or block. Kat seemed determined to get an honest strike move out of her opponent here.

Part of her wanted to state the obvious. Have you seen my metrics? I’m short-stuff, not fuckin’ Spider-Man. There was only one way this really ended anyway. She’d get duped by the corporate facade queen, miss and everyone gets a good giggle at her expense how her little arms get stopped by one palm, or some bullshit like that.

Har-har-har. Even Dot would cackle at that one, like the giant imp she is. She imagined Dot waiting for the answer — that magical golden-knuckle bomb that drops that pompous smile, trying to flashbang her with pearly whites. Though, it was 50-50 with that girl. It just didn't quite matter. Might as well not keep the plan waiting.

“That ‘girlfriend’ you’re talkin’ about has a name.” Spectre rolled her slender shoulder, sneered, then took a breath in and bladed her stance and raised her hands like a loose boxer. “Since you’re such a brand shill, I'll bruise ours right into those plastic abs again. Permanently.” Spectre cackled, then threw a charged-up choreographed straight right-hand for the solar plexus. Her best bet.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry! I forgot to ask her name when she swung at me from behind with that massive mallet of hers." Hart smiled sarcastically.

As the villainous redhead assumed her battle stance, The Super Kitty nodded. The cameras honed in on the sight of Spectre making her intentions clear. She meant to use her free shot to form an impression on those famed, granite abs of Kat's!

The famed luchadora used her fingertips to briefly motion to the ab window of her leotard, casually inviting the caped competitor in to make good on her words. Spectre swung without hesitation! The blow struck true! A thud briefly echoed out through the room. Kat stood still, completely unmoved! A brief silence followed!

"....." The Super Kitty paused for a moment.

The referee covered her mouth. Suspense filled the air. Katherine leaned forward, hands still on her hips. The brawny masked blonde beauty locked eyes with Spectre. She raised her eyebrow high. The look on her face radiated with disappointment.

"Is....is that it....?" Hart finished with a scoff.

"Well, that looked fun." Her disappointed look quickly morphed into am expectant smile!

"Let me try!" Hart would look to quickly take Spectre's dainty, no doubt hurting with one hand, pulling it to the side to open up the redhead's own core!

Hart wound up her free hand quickly, swinging down from high up and bringing it down in an arc! The Super Kitty looked to repay Spectre's admittedly puny punch with a massive, uppercut of her own, pulling Spectre's hand to the side to open up that flat tummy and make it more difficult to block as Kat swung a massive haymaker of an Uppercut from down low, aimed right Spectre's core!

Should the punch connect, the force would certainly see to it that Spectre left her feet! But that wouldn't deter Kat! The Super Kitty would follow through on her punch and keep her fist in place keeping a stunned Spectre airborne on her fist like her opponent was a limp, wet rag!

Spectre forced a smile onto herself.

Her hand was searing and she could feel the bone up her forearm. Her fist was locked in position. It was like being stuck with a shaky limb. ‘I swear I heard a click in that’ thought Spectre, who’s hand underneath the latex sleeve had swollen around the middle knuckle.

That wasn’t part of the plan. Where did the squish go? She could’ve sworn this was the weak point in her set. The upper abdomen, down the middle, right into the solar plexus. Just how much creatine did this girl bathe in?? “Hahahahaha.” Spectre laughed in a contained way, “Do ya see what am workin’ with here?” Clearly she did now. And then, she made a judging scowl while looking up to them, firm and disapproving. “So what, are we done playin stupid games?” Her arm was grabbed. So she tugged it, “What the hell is this?" Then she yanked it, once, twice. When she was let go, she wasn't ready, sending the limb swinging wide as she came off her footing, "Let go of m-MEEEEEEeeeee!!!…”

The smack echoed throughout the room like a bellyflop, turning her expression into a gaping pale surprise and her thighs to cave inwards. Her body turned to fluid, lurching over as spit, air and life exited out her mouth in a whole gob of spit against the canvas. Her body came off the floor until she was a shadow upon it, a dangling fleet as her arms gripped the fist that encapsulated her entire waist side to side, crushing it into a smooth concave crater. Her body temperature spiked enough that she started to sweat. She started whimpering like a puppy with its tail stepped on, high-pitch and clearly half-muffled by the fact her diaphragm was crushed. Her eyes, now glassy, gaped wiped as her thick face paint started to feel wetter against the skin.

“H-Hughh… oooghh… hhh. h-aaa-aaa.”

If Kat could peer into the mind of the would-be villainess, she would find amusement in the anticipation and expectation of Spectre's punch. Surely, given the size difference, no one would have expected a single punch from the rebellious redhead to prove match-winning, even if it was a free hit. Later down the line in retrospect, the idea that Spectre was expecting to hurt Kat this way instead of the other way around would prove amusing, but for now, The Super Kitty would have to settle for the entertaining sight of seeing the incredulous look on the caped wrestler's face, followed by hearing the squeal the girl let out when Kat gave her the first of what could very well be a torrent of salvos to the midsection!

The echo of Kat's fist impacting Spectre's bare abs through the ab window of her costume made the referee wince! Fans following along with this streamed match in the Madison Gambit event might have felt some semblance of remorse if Spectre hadn't done so much to have all this coming to her and more!

Kat held the girl up on her fist. She slowly lowered her arm, holding it out to her side to allow Spectre to be draped over her wrist and forearm like a wet rag. The girl was visibly sweating. Her whimpers got a raised eyebrow out of Kat. Her eyes told the story of a lightweight who had seemingly never taken a haymaker of that caliber from a wrestler of Hart's status before.

"Hmmm? Are you saying words?" Kat tilted her head and brought her ear closer to try and decipher words from the muffled whimpers.

"I guess it doesn't matter. I was done playing games with you a long time ago. So right now, you'd better buckle up, buttercup." Kat used her free hand to lift that cape and give her opponent a hard spank on the tush!

"I dedicate this beat down to the many Hart Foundation applicants and graduates who will go on to become better for the business and better wrestlers than the likes of you!" The brawny, blonde luchadora would flash a peace sign at the cameras before pulling the struggling lightweight closer.

With some quick sleight of hand, Kat would reach for the corners of the Malevolent one's cape! If left uninterrupted, Kat would look to skillfully fashion this highlight of Spectre's wrestling attire into Spectre's restraints! She would pull the girl's arms back and wrap her hurting knuckles and wrists in the fabric of the cape, tying it into a knot to secure the masked lightweight's arms behind her! If she succeeded, an excited smile of expectation would form on Kat's face! And she would get eye to eye with the loopy Spectre before placing a hand on the girl's chest! An abrupt surge of force from Kat would viciously shove the smaller girl back-first into the wall, and Kat would crack her knuckles as she looked forward to what was to come.

"Now, what was that you were calling me? Punch meat, right? How about we see how well you take it since you're oh so happy to dish it out?"

Buckle-up, buttercup.

Spectre had some choice words for this type of cornstarch. She didn’t have the breath, of course, as a fist inside her gut was about as effective as squeezing her neck. Still, she found the air when her ass was smacked. “y-YA’OW!!!” Went Spectre, jerking and finding her buttocks sting without stopping, in-fact doubling every three seconds in the grade it sucked. The kind of palm print that tingles all the way down her leg so that even her toes felt their nerves disturbed.

Hearing another thing, ‘graduates’, made her want to vomit more than the fist in her gut did. She was still knocked hugely loopy by the blow as if Kat’s strike clocked her clean in the jaw. Similarly, her mouth was slack. She shook with limb arms, then having them tied together was nothing more than picking up limp noodles and knotting them together. Easy.

Spectre knew before long, especially with a hand pressing against her chest, that this position was cornered. Her strategy narrowed, looking at the spaces of the wall, the height of the ceiling and the points of maneuver alongside the chokepoints. Her estimate: fuck me.

( I need a cigarette after this… )
( I have something else coming up too. )
( Great… FUCKING… Great. This is -so- epic!! )
( Alright, you walking-talking advert feline... )

"Now, what was that you were calling me? Punch meat, right? How about we see how well you take it since you're oh so happy to dish it out?"

“Sounds cringe, honestly. How about we make it more thorough?” Spectre licked her lips, having a short and shallow life as she looked into Kat’s eyes, finding her next comment quite the self-amusing rib tickle. “You make me say Uncle, Uncle, Uuuuuuncle~ — Then…” Her eyes closed, smug with herself for the stalling. “I’ll leave your rat-infested, loser-coded, mind-warped, welfare, sheep-addled, cauliflower factory of a shit-smelling, virgin-sniffing, squash-enabling, fragile foundation of piss-flavoured, CBT encouraged, fatherless, motherless, grand parentless, JOBless, foul-breathed AND unshowered dumbFUCKS… Alone. How’s that?”

It wasn't often that The Super Kitty was this aggressive in a match from the onset. The feeling out process, the collar and elbow lock-ups, and technical/chain wrestling exchanges were all a core part of her identity on the mats. Relying on size and power to outright bully a smaller opponent inside the ring wasn't something you often saw from Kat Hart. But again, the likes of The Malevolent Virus? Against a woman who had it coming six ways to Sunday? Kat was all too happy to send the fans watching home happy by thoroughly dismantling the caped instigator!

With the reeling redhead's back against the wall of the mat room and Kat looming over her with fists at the ready, even the referee winced in preparation for the beatdown that was about to ensue!

Spectre's gaze shifting about the room from the walls to the ceiling didn't go unnoticed. That tinge of desperation ultimately culminating in resignation. It was the perfect moment where Kat, the referee, and fans following along could tell she was screwed. But where many other villains and blowhards would have cowered or even begged for mercy, Spectre surprisingly stuck to her guns and doubled down!

"And thennnn~...?" Kat raised an eyebrow and actually entertained her opponent's words. The luchadora cocked her hip to the side. This better be good.

And it did prove to be good for something. It had been a while since we've seen any heel at LAW call their rival by a high enough number of names and insults to match the number of leagues below the sea level she just dug herself, and right in the middle of a match, no less!

"Uh.....huh...." Kat tapped her bare foot against the deep blue mats. She was content to let Spectre buy time. After all, it's not like this match has a time limit. But to say her patience was tested as Spectre droned on would be an understatement.

"Are you done? I just wanna make sure. That's your final offer?" Hart gestured as sincerely as she could. Once Spectre confirmed, Kat would bring the fingertip of her index finger to her chin to think.

"Hmmmm, believe it or not....no deal! Cause after I'm done whuppin ya, you won't dare think twice about doing ANY of that!" The Super Kitty shrugged and then cocked back her fist.

With a large, but swift motion, she stepped in and let loose a right hook primed to bite into Spectre's unprotected flat tummy! Kat wound up with a vengeance and held nothing back! If the blow connected, the thud could be heard a room or two over! With nothing between Spectre's back and the wall behind her, save for her own arms tied behind her with the fabric of her cape, impact could be heard and felt on that wall! Kat twisted her hips to add power! And if The SWAT Cats got her way, she'd make sure there were more where that came from!

"No no no! Up up up! Good things come threes!" The brawny blonde would quickly reach for Spectre's shoulders to prevent the redhead from collapsing. She alluded to her team being a trio, just like the punches she planned to nail Spectre with!

The Super Kitty would look to deliver on her promise. No doubt there would be a solid few seconds of coughing and wheezing, Kat would pantomime during that time, coaching Spectre and encouraging her to take deep breaths and find her footing. All so that Kat could place a hand on the lightweight's shoulder to steady her for a second wall-thumping haymaker to the gut! And then a third in quick succession!

"Hold that pose for me, Speck!" Hart would smile before breaking out into a run and dashing to the other side of the room, leaping up onto the white wall so that she could push off of it with one hand and one foot to generate some momentum and speed Spectre's way! Kat would pick up an impressive burst of speed in a short distance and look to ram her muscles, busty front into Spectre's dazed frame to finish up this combo by splatting the foul-mouthed villainess against the wall with a Running Body Splash to finish up the combo and leave the girl in a heap that would surely look as destroyed and devastated as Spectre wanted The Hart Foundation to be!