L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It wasn't long ago that Yuna Matou had issued a challenge aimed at none other than Fumiko Miura, the woman who she had bested in a fiercely-fought oil match. Even if that match had started on relatively peaceful terms, it quickly became apparent that Fumiko and Yuna were both prideful and committed enough that they weren't in the mood to share power. They both knew there could only be one of them who would come out on top in their rivalry, and both of them would do everything in their power to make sure that it would be them. The match had called on every bit of strength and endurance Yuna had in her - but in the end, even if Fumiko was more versed in oil wrestling than she was, it was Yuna who had emerged victorious. The brunette was aglow in the satisfaction of a job well done, and like every one of her victories she wore the record with pride - but at the same time, she knew that Fumiko wasn't going to take something like this lying down. If Fumiko had the pride she would've needed to fight with the intensity she fought with, a defeat like this was one that couldn't go unavenged. Yuna, then, knew it would only be a matter of time before the rematch was called.

She'd intended to get ahead of Fumiko - when it seemed like everything they did was a constant duel to one-up each other, Yuna wouldn't dare allow herself to be second to answer the call. That was why she had recorded a video calling out Fumiko, and sent it to the LAW offices to broadcast as a promo. It was a display that had gotten the world talking, and everyone was waiting for the other shoe to drop. The ball was in Fumiko's court now - it was just a matter of when she would answer. But Yuna knew she would answer. Fumiko Miura was not the kind of person to let this slide.

What Yuna didn't expect was for Fumiko's response to come at the time it did. She wasn't in the ring. She wasn't even at the arena. She was in the comfort of her family home on a quiet street in Tokyo one morning.

As the sound of a package hitting the floor and her letterbox slamming shut rang throughout the halls of her large home, Yuna Matou strolled to the front door with curiosity. In nothing but a pink bathrobe, Yuna picked up a package and examined it with curiosity. She hadn't been expecting anything. Opening it, the single-mother found a disc inside. Things only got more intriguing by the second. With a casual plop down on her satin sofa, Yuna took the remote in hand and switched on the TV, eager to see what was in store for her. As the video flickered on, Yuna's eyes widened. Closing her eyes briefly in content, Yuna had to mentally correct herself. She had been expecting this to arrive. Sooner or later.

Fumiko naked

As the video began, the voluptuous, naked body of Fumiko Miura sat, legs crossed at the edge of a bed fit for a Queen. For many it would be an alluring sight, the prelude to a lust filled encounter. But for the woman this was addressed to, Fumiko meant it as a challenge to her pride, eyes narrowing with a sly grin as she waved to the camera.
“Well, hello there. I must say, Yuna, I was surprised to have you call me out like that. After all, you were fortunate enough to win our little bout.” Leaning forward, Fumiko's impressive bust swayed as she straightened up. “Still, I appreciate the invitation, Yuna. It's nice knowing that I left an impression. I've certainly gone on to make an impression on many. That tends to happen when you're winning. So I must admit that for you to have beaten me definitely proves you're a woman deserving of all that stardom. Perhaps that's why you're so eager to take me on again, eh? And honey, I don't take the insults to my career personally, because you've shown me that you know as well as I do: I can beat you.”

Having taken the same more stern tone that Yuna had in the second half of her own video, Fumiko Miura rose to her feet, the camera adjusting accordingly as her husband stood behind it. Reaching behind her, Fumiko picked up a set of blindingly white lingerie underwear and pantyhose. Bending down, Fumiko slowly and deliberately slipped on the lower half of her underwear, staring into the camera with a grin. “Admittedly, you've been on my mind, too, Yuna. Of course I have to redeem a loss, as you expect, but honestly, I think we're on the same page. To beat you is proving I'm worthy of my pride. And that got me thinking…” Slipping her bra around her massive breasts, it barely contained them, something Fumiko was more than aware of as she traced her hands along her curvaceous motherly body. “You beat me in my area of expertise. Even gave yourself a cute little nickname to go with it. I like it, to return the compliment. More importantly, you believe you've earned being the Slime Queen? Well, when I defeat the Slime Queen, I'd like to do it in her own kingdom. Some apartment wrestling seems appropriate, no? I'm sure you can afford a nice pair like this if you don't have some already. Then I'll earn being the Onna-Musha, and your nicest lingerie for my man to enjoy me in at the same time! You can have mine if you get lucky of course. I look forward to seeing you again, Yuna! It'll be a delight I'm sure~”

Fumiko dressed up