L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Handicap Tag Pinfall Match: Victory Must be Obtained Through a Single Pinfall

In a previous match, newcomer heel Ashley Weaver made her debut against veteran face Honie B. Bea. Despite spending almost all of the match getting squashed by the Heroine of the Beehive, Ashley had found an opening to low blow her, after taking advantage of the heroine's mercy! From there, Ashley proceed to brutally attack Honie, including beating her with a steel chair! And she even assaulted the referee to boot! Said ref ended up disqualifying Ashley, leading to a No Contest tie between the two wrestlers. So to add even more insult to injury, Ashley had ended up cheating Honie out of her win!

Needless to say, none of Honie's other four stablemates were happy to hear what occurred. And amongst this five-woman Smother Alliance, the other members of the Booty Empresses were the first ones to get the chance to seek justice! Jasmine in particular had went up to LAW management and demanded a handicap match with her and Melony against Ashley, even if Melony thought that was a tad overkill.

"I believe one of us is more than enough to discipline Ashley." Melony said, talking with Jasmine backstage. "Don't you think double squashing her is a little too harsh?"

"Oh so bashing our Honey Buns with a large piece of fudging metal wasn't too harsh?" Jasmine replied sarcastically.

"It...was..." Melony admitted, with an undertone of anger. Despite her forgiving nature, she knew in her heart Ashley needed to face repercussions for her actions. She just thought it would be more merciful for only one of them to deliver those consequences.

"It's better if we both go." Jasmine insisted. "We need to make an example out of her, so people don't think they can get away with pulling this type of crap on us scott free. Or stuff like this will keep happening and escalating worst and worst, just like they have with the SWAT Cats."

"Fair point. But can we at least give her a chance to apologize, before we absolutely obliterate her?"

"Fine."

Entrance Theme (Jasmine & Melony)

The two middleweight members of the Booty Empresses entered LAW arena, repeatedly bumping their wide hips together, as they made their way down the ramp. The crowd cheered louder as they entered the ring, sure the two of them were here to avenge their stablemate Honie! "ASHLEY! GET YOUR CHEATING BEHIND OUT HERE AND ANSWER FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Jasmine demanded, with Melony at her side, as the two bonafide empresses waited to see if Ashley even had to courage to come face them both!

The Booty Empresses (Jasmine & Melony)

Ashley’s music hit. The crowd boos as the warbling tones of "All the Things She Said" reverberates throughout the cavernous arena. SHe struts onto the ramp with a mic in hand, trying to look confident—but the nervous energy and being clearly intimidated by the two girls show she's not nearly as composed as she pretends to be. Jasmine and Melony must be acutely aware of her fear of being smothered. First a long hard stink-face from the Heroine of the Beehive, Honie B. Bea in her debut and now she was facing down at the two most feared and obviously angry ass smother specialists in L.A.W.

Ashley raises her mic to her mouth as the boos subside enough for her to speak. "I’m sorry…" She said seemingly genuine. The crowd is tken back until... "…Sorry I didn’t beat her fat ass HARDER!"
She grins fiercely, looking more like a fox than a human with her smug "I'm better than you and I know it" countenance. The boos start up again, even more insistent and angry than before. Ashley fo her part absolutely thrived on the reaction. The fact that she got so many people so angry so quickly was quite a large feather in her cap. Finally, she spoke again "What? You all thought I was gonna come out here crying, begging for forgiveness? Please. Honie was too dumb to put me away when she had the chance. And she was DEFINITELY too stupid to know that NO ONE sticks their ass in MY FACE!!" She starts pacing slowly, keeping a safe distance from the ring.

"And now here comes the royal rump patrol—Jasmine and Melony—acting like I’m the villain because I didn't appreciate having my nose shoved up someone's ass. Boo hoo! Get over it!"

Her cocky expression falters just a bit as she eyes Jasmine’s thick hips, then Melony’s imposing figure.

"You want an apology?" She continued, her voice laced with venom. "Fine. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t run faster after I bashed your bee-brained buddy into the mat!" She paused for a moment, soaking in the hatred of the crowd. Her eyes swept across a sign that read "Ashley Ass-Face!!" With a cutout picture of Ashleys face swallowed between Bea's cheeks, Honie striking a powerful yet somehow cute pose as she was perched atop the heel. She shuddered at the memory before turning back to the ring.

"Y-You think you’re gonna trap me in the corner and shake those fat asses of yours in my face?!" The crowd popped loudly at this. Ashley rolled her eyes. Of COURSE they popped for that. "You are supposed to be heroes? Two on one isn't heroic, it's a cheap tactic used to disguise the fact that you two..." another dramatic pause and another shark-like grin. She stared hard at Melony and Jasmine before finishing her sentence the last two word being punctuated for emphasis "...can't. wrestle!"

The Booty Empresses awaited Ashley's appearance, considering that the nasty heel may not have even been brave enough to take them both on. But eventually, Ashley would show her face in LAW Arena. Despite her attempts to look tough, both Jasmine and Melony were quick to pick up on Ashley's nervousness. Perhaps this fear would lead her to at least try and placate her anger adversaries.

And after the boos of the crowd subsided, Ashley seemed to apologize in a genuine tone. This caused the crowd to do a double take, while Melony raised a curious eyebrow. However, Jasmine's hardened expression didn't change. Between all three of the Booty Empresses, she was the best at picking up on the contents of one's heart. She knew Ashley wasn't remorseful in the slightest, and the heel was quick to prove her right!

The Booty Empresses looked on with unamused frowns, as Ashley continued to talk smack. Jasmine clenched her fists and Melony stomped her foot, when Ashley went on to speak ill of their dear friend and partner Honie. They noticed the heel was hesitant to get too close to the ring. And they caught Ashley's expression faltering for a moment, as the heel eyed their threateningly curvy figures. The Empresses did chuckle for a moment, when they also noticed the sign one of the fans was holding up of Honie smothering Ashley. A memory that seemed to make Ashley stutter a tad in fear...

But they'd let Ashley gain her compurse and continue talking smack, before responding. "We do not appreciate all of those rude things you dared to say about Honie... That being said, I actually agree two on one isn't necessary. One of us is more than enough to bring about your disciplinary comeuppance. However, perhaps you'd learn your lesson better under the instruction of two teachers..." Melony asserted in a calm yet threatening tone.

"Listen here, you punk!" Jasmine snapped. "I can see you shaking and quivering in your boots. You're not fooling anyone. You're TERRIFIED of THESE!" The Booty Empresses would turn their big butts towards Ashley and bump them together to scare her. 'THUMP' After they turned back around, Jasmine's fiery eyes would glare right into Ashley's as she spoke. "And rightfully so... Our booties will DESTROY you...! That being said, I doubt you'll have the courage to enter this ring, unless one of us goes to the ring apron first."

"I'll go for now. Have at her Jazzy." Melony said, walking over to the ring apron.

"There you go, Ashley! Just you and me for now at least..." Jasmine punched her palm and cracked her knuckles. "You have the gall to talk all that smack, but are you bold enough to come take the butt-kicking you have coming to you?! GET IN HERE... NOW. Or I'll come down there to make you.."

Ashley strutted down to the ring, seemingly satisfied at the concession the Booty Empresses had made for the sake of fair play. Or as fair as a two-on-one match could be at least. She climbed the apron and stepped through the ropes, not taking her eyes off Jasmine for a second. The cocky loudmouth heel's face was stone, clearly all business. "Alright Little Debby Chocolate Cake. Let's do this!" The bell would sound and Ashley sprang forward, trying to take Jasmine down with a shoulder block!

Jasmine watched with fire in her eyes, as Ashley finally worked up the nerve to enter the ring with her, with Melony watching on the ring apron. Once the bell rang, Ashley came right at the empress, who stood her ground and double-upped her fists in response. Jasmine knew Ashley was weary of her backside, and may be on-guard for a potential opening butt attack. So Jasmine readied her second greatest weapon, her powerful punches! Once Ashley was close enough in her attempted shoulder block, Jasmine pulled back her arm to ready a massive haymaker! If all went her way, Jasmine would completely counter Ashley's attack, by socking her hard with a knuckle sandwich! Jasmine had every intent of knocking Ashley to the canvas with this move, wanting the blonde even more open for Booty Bomber's greatest weapon...

The haymaker met Ashley’s mouth—CRACK—teeth clicking hard enough to ring her skull. Copper bloomed across her tongue. She staggered three steps, toes skidding a squeak across the canvas, then planted—left foot back, right shoulder dipped—rolling her jaw once to keep it loose. A swipe of the wrist painted a red comet off her lip. She flashed the Empress a wolfish nod.
“Ghh—nice hit.”

No time to admire it. Ashley surged back in with a stutter-step feint, shoulder dipping like she’d shoot for a clinch—then she snapped her hip and ripped a kick toward Jasmine’s ribs, shin whistling in. The impact aimed to thud under the Empress’s guard and make that royal breath hitch.

"POW!" Jasmine cried out, as her haymaker met its mark! The knuckle sandwich absolutely rattled Ms. Weaver, knocking her back. But the blonde was able to catch herself and avoid falling over. Jasmine raised her fist to blow on her hard knuckles like the barrel of a recently discharged gun. And surprisingly, Ashley conceded a compliment to her. "...Thanks... Now get your butt over here and take some more nice hits." Jasmine commanded, and Ashley seemed to comply.

The heel quickly approached Jasmine for an apparent clinch, and the monarch prepared herself to counter it... But it was just a feint! A feint that tricked Jasmine, leaving her unprepared for Ashley's true attack: a kick to the ribs! "Ugggh!" Jasmine grunted, stepping back a bit. But she too managed to remain on her feet. She held her aching ribs for a second, before glaring at Ashley. Jasmine would seek to pay Ashley back kick-for-kick, as she came right at the blonde with a quick and powerful roundhouse kick!

Ashley was satisfied with the impact of her kick but was totally taken by surprise by Jasmine's roundhouse. The force snapping her head to the side and causing her to immediately collapse to the mat like a stringless marionette. Her eyes were glazed. She had heard of Jasmine's powerful kicks but in her arrogance she assumed she could out kick the bigger woman. As she lay there groaning on the mat, the evidence proved that clearly she couldnt

Jasmine's payback, roundhouse kick absolutely floored Ashley. While she was more known for her punches, Jasmine's kicks were indeed powerful as well. She was right behind her partner Melony, when it came to raw kicking power! Jasmine licked her lips and approached Ashley, upon seeing her laid out on her back and stunned. "You are the Wild Royal's smother prey..."~ Jasmine purred, now standing right over the blonde's downed body. Her terrifyingly large tush was looming right above her mug. And surely enough, Jasmine would kick her legs out, aiming to crush Ashley's face under her booty with a buttdrop! If that worked, Jasmine would start the smothering, rubbing her cake-themed cake all over Ashley's face, while keeping the heel trapped deeply between those thicc buttocks! It was facesitting time!