L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Sunny Soule wasn't necessarily the hardest worker in the gym, but it did motivate her more than most other things. She liked to look sexy and feel sexy, and unfortunately for her, working out was just one of the few ways to look like that. But fortunately, she does look good doing it.

Today was Sunny's cardio though, and she was sweating. Her endurance was superb, she had that going for her. A speedy style forced that. But a little more cardio never hurt, especially in her more intimate match ups. She prided herself in outlasting most women, and she was swinging her jump rope as she kept skipping, her mind having wandered from counting a long time ago, instead checking out other girls in the gym, considering what she was going to have for dinner, trying to remember that thing she was going to do that she knew she was going to do today but has spent the whole day trying to remember it.

Needless to say, Sunny Soule was in the zone. It wasn't certain what kind zone that actually was, but at the very least, it would work for the breezy Hawaiian.

Spoiler

LAW was famous for a great many things. Its lewdness, first and foremost, but also it violence, and the permissibility of said violence. It was a place where all sorts of wild, debaucherous acts could occur, with little fear of pesky things like, say, the LAW getting in the way of your enjoyment. Where every fantasy you could dream of could be indulged if you put in the time and work for it. For the criminally kinky, it was a land of opportunity.

Sister Faith and Sister Hope were both quite criminally kinky, indeed.

When Sister Lucia had pitched the Sisterhood to them and requested to join them, one of the main things that had intrigued them was LAW’s notoriety for sudden and mysterious disappearances, which turned out to not be so mysterious after all. The internet was practically bursting with tales of women getting taken home in POW matches or just outright kidnapped from the locker room, brought back to their captor’s place to face a bevy of erotic tortures. They were certain it was exaggerated, no doubt bouyed by horny fantasies of countless incels, but there had to be some germs of truth, right

That was what they were doing today in the gym. Hunting.

Sister Hope walked the aisles of the LAW gym, hands in her pockets, looking as innocent and unassuming as a woman in her

could look. She scanned the aisles, eyes passing from woman to woman, assessing them for weaknesses and strengths, trying to figure out who might be the best catch. Her sister was having a similar time on the other side of the facility, and they were both to meet back here with their findings and plans.

She was pondering those plans when she came across the perfect target - none other than the famed Sunny Soule, a woman she and her sister instantly recognized. One of the older and more storied LAW names, a woman she and her sister had seen in many enticing bouts - granted, that wasn’t exactly a rare distinction, but even so. A woman like her, a body like that, between the two of them…

Yes. Yes, that would do quite well.

She made her way over with a skip in her step and a smile on her face, looking as approachable as a woman with pale white skin and a nun theme could ever hope to look. It was a tightrope to walk, certainly. She kept her distance for a moment, hanging back and keeping away until Sunny, inevitably, slowed down. Only then did she approach, leading with her chest and hungry eyes.

”Excuse me, pardon the interruption.” She leaned in and looked the blonde over, enjoying the sight of her fine form. ”But you’re Sunny Soule, correct? I’m something of a fan.”