L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It had all started out with a bit of fun, in the gym. When some in the locker room realized that there was a connection between fan-beloved British Bombshell Gemma Faraday and the self-styled “Queen of the Ring,” Victoria, they could help but goad the two into a sparring session. Gemma tried everything she could think of, to keep from having to go up against her mum. Victoria, unfortunately, seemed all too eager to lock up with her ‘wee precious baby lady’ for the amusement of the assembled wrestlers and ring crew.



So, the spar had started on the mat. Gemma in her loose workout pants and tight white sports bra, Victoria wearing a snug, curve-hugging two-piece. Gemma kept her pace at first, sneaking a strike here and there, slapping hard chops against Victoria’s thighs and bust. Before long, however, the Queen caught Gemma’s wrist mid-chop, and it was as good as over. In the sense of being a competition at least.

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“NO, MUM! C'mon, dont!” Gemma squealed, as her head was yanked in and tucked firmly against Victoria’s ample bosom. The blonde British queen cranked on the hold, grinding Gemma down while she flailed desperately for freedom. From there, Victoria hoisted the poor girl up, and brought her crashing tailbone-first onto the mats with a harsh vertical suplex. Gemma squealed in pain, hands clutching her aching bum. Victoria continued to work her over, leaving Gemma sweating and red-faced, and she slammed the poor girl shoulder-down to the mat.

Victoria covered Gemma, then yanked her up right before what would have been a three count. At this point, it was obvious that Victoria wasn’t going for a sporting competition, here. Victoria twisted her wrists, and used Gemma’s pigtails as handles to bring the girl up to her feet. Wrestlers in the locker room who were fond of Gemma jeered the rough treatment, while some that saw her as a rival applauded the move. Either way, however, Victoria was standing face to face from her dazed little daughter, smirking as Gemma was clearly just barely clinging to consciousness. Gemma tee’d off into her mum with a few desperate strikes, only for Victoria to ignore them, and cram Gemma’s pretty little head between her thighs.

“N-no! Nnnnnooo~” Gemma squealed, boots pounding against the mat as Victoria loomed over her. For some in the crowd, it was amazing that Gemma had been sticking with wrestling for as long as she had. At least, if this was what she had to deal with at home. Some winced, already anticipating the worst, as Victoria hooked her arms beneath Gemma’s belly and hoisted her up into a piledriver position! “I give!” Gemma pleaded, knowing all too well what was coming next. “I give! Please, mu-“

Gemma’s begging was cut off sharply as Victoria sat back and spiked Gemma’s head into the sparring mat. A full-body convulsion shot through Gemma’s entire body, making her every curve jiggle before she flopped to the mat. Smirking, Victoria looked over her daughter’s younger, much more popular body and laughed.

“Okay,” she said, “who wants to see what, next? Taking requests!” With a cruel grin, Victoria leaned forward and brought down a massive slap across Gemma’s ass. The palpable smack echoed through the locker room. Gemma's beating had garnered quite a crowd, but that last echoing “SMACK” would draw in anyone who hadn’t already seen the beating. And Victoria was eager to get all of the feedback she could, on her cruel display.

With an audience of wrestlers surrounding the ring that would rival a small house show, as much as Gemma’s peers might boo and jeer the poor girl’s mother dearest, there were still plenty of spectators ready to answer Victoria’s call, and to offer inspiration…

“Powerbomb!” one voice called out.

“Boston crab!” another shouted.

“Package piledriver!” offered another voice, a suggestion which spurred an appreciative “oooooh!” from the more sadistic members of the gathering.

But then, one last voice broke through the din.

“ENOUGH!”

That statement, so short yet so powerful, brought the assembled mass of wrestlers to near complete silence. And as forceful as that voice had been, one might have expected it to come from a member of the heavyweight division. But, after just a couple of seconds, the woman who had interjected herself into this public humiliation of a sparring session worked her way through the sea of humanity to the immediate ringside area, and she proved to be anything but a heavyweight…

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Though one of the newer members of the LAW roster, Shea London spoke with the command of a woman with two decades of in-ring experience behind her. And, to the surprise of those who had just witnessed Victoria Faraday decimate and eviscerate a woman of approximately Shea’s size (or even just a little bit larger), the Sensational One wasn’t just content to approach the ring. She climbed onto the apron and slipped through the ropes, entering the same ring that had, just moments ago, been Gemma Faraday’s torture chamber.

“Ya know,” Shea said, standing on the opposite side of the fallen Gemma from Victoria, “I think we’ve all known what a piece o’ slime ya are fer a long time now. I know I’ve certainly known. It’s one thing ta take an innocent girl jus’ startin’ out in this business, an’ before she knows everythin’ she’s in fer, beat ‘er ta tha point of packin’ it up an’ packin’ it in. But what kind of monster lays a beatin’ like this on ‘er own flesh an’ blood? I can’t even say ya’ve made yer point, cause fer tha life of me, I ‘ave no soddin’ idea what yer point might even be.”

London allowed her eyes to drift down toward the sprawled form of Gemma, who even now remained motionless, save for the occasional twitch from her unconscious body. Shea London, however, saw a different woman entirely at her feet…

“One thing I *do* know,” the Sensational One resumed, raising her eyes to meet Victoria’s. “I don’t care ‘ow many matches ya’ve won. I don’t care ‘ow many titles ya’ve ‘eld. You aren’t fit to lace ‘er boots. An’ you damn sure have NO right ta call yerself a Queen.”

Looming over Gemma’s broken body, Victoria couldn’t help but swell with pride as she listened to the crowd around her calling for the next move, wanting to see more domination. The British “Queen of the Ring” knew that dominating her pretty little daughter was a great way to get the fans’ eyes on what she was doing, but her one-sided beating was getting some very positive feedback from women she saw as approaching her peers. Squinting as she looked down at the mob, Victoria was fairly sure she could see Bobbi Tyler herself hopping up and down, shouting ‘piledriver!’

“Well, then!” Victoria smirked, standing up. “Think we could fit a couple more of those. Couldn’t we, luvvie?” Victoria stood up, then bent over and hooked her arms around Gemma’s waist. “Nnnguh-nhhuuuhhh~!” Gemma whimpered, Victoria’s toned arms tucking beneath her belly. Before Victoria could hoist pitiful Gemma up, however, a voice cut through the din. A voice that cut through everything, and sought to cut Victoria down!

“Wh-what, now?” Victoria said, her bafflement cutting through her voice. The buxom blonde looked out through the crowd, her wide body closing in around Gemma’s vulnerable form as Victoria struggled to find her foe. As Shea stepped into he ring and took court, however, Victoria couldn’t help but take notice.

Victoria kept silent as she listened to Shea give her speech. Victoria’s brow furrowed as she clearly struggled to keep up with the fire promo that Shea was cutting on her. Many of the women in the gym were backing away, clearly struggling with the verbal bombs that Shea was dropping. The verbal laceration Victoria was getting was stinging, making her flinch, even as she stood firmly in the center of the ring. One thing, however, struck with her. A reference to someone that apparently the ‘Queen of the Ring’ had beaten before. Someone that had quit. Someone the Queen of the Ring had ended.

“Well,” Victoria said, looking up from Gemma’s broken form, “you want to blame me for some poor little tart packing it in? ‘Cuz my poor little girl here, loser she is, she ain’t packed it in. She’s still trying, sad as that is. So maybe your little ‘un couldn’t keep up, huh? Maybe the poor little bimbo didn’t know what she was getting’ herself into, eh?”

With that, Victoria hoisted Gemma up into the air, presenting her body. Gemma’s toned legs kicked helplessly, her body going tense, her athletic figure getting shown off to the fans just seconds before her horrible demise.

“M-mum! Please, mum, no!” Gemma begged, pigtails whipping as she shook her head in protest. Victoria ignored her, however, shoving herself backward and planting Gemma’s skull hard against the canvas with a humiliating package piledriver! The ring was rocked, and Gemma was left flopping against the mat like a fish out of water. All the while, Victoria glared up at Shea, challenging, waiting for the beautiful blonde British veteran to make a move!