L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Francisca waited impatiently back stage, ready to thrash another rookie and add to her tally of LAW wins. She wore her Devil Cat leotard, complete with mask, her voluptuous frame neatly hugged by the skin-tight fabric.

Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra

Her music Knock Back thundered from the speakers and she set off, bounding out from behind the curtains and posing at the top of the ramp. Side-on to the fans, she ran her hands down over the swell of her breasts and swayed her body invitingly, shamelessly showing off her curves. Then she was off and running down towards the ring. She dove under the bottom rope, landing on all fours like a cat and staring hungrily around at the fans.

In a languid motion she stood up, folding her arms beneath her breasts and waiting for Isabella to arrive - another victim for the Devil Cat.

Isabella let her rage build up backstage. She truly was nothing like Isaiah, or anybody. Perhaps Isaiah was right in saying that he doesn't just "put on" Isabella, as much as he "peeled off" Isaiah, no one, not even Isaiah himself, knows the truth. All Isabella knew that there was honor, pride and dignity on the line for the Bowen name, and that was more precious than any title this cursed League had to offer. As Francisca's music faded, her own music started, and there was none more fitting:

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She walked toward the ring with a glare that could shrink Mount Everest to a pebble, like Isaiah before, she was not one for pomp or circumstance, she entered the ring with no brags or fuss, just with a glare that could cut a 7' man down to a toddler's height...

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Francisca grinned as Isabella entered the ring, looking as grim and uncompromising as she had when they'd first met. All business. The Devil Cat looked at her coyly.

"Lighten up a bit baby girl," she mocked, blowing Isabella a kiss. "There'll be plenty of time to pout after I kick your ass up and down this ring."

With that she strutted back and forth flexing and showing off her body shamelessly to the fans. She looked Isabella in the eye, eager to get the match underway. "Wanna ring the bell?"

Isabella looked toward the timekeeper and nodded. The bell rang and the match was officially on. One thing one needs to know about the South, was the idea of defending one's family honor, a lesson Francisca was about to learn the hard way. As soon as the bell ceased to make noise, Isabella charged her opponent with a flying clothesline.

Confident as she was, Francisca was taken off guard by Isabella's sudden aggression. She hesitated for a moment, only for the rookie's clothesline to thunder into her bust!

"AGGGHHH!" the Devil Cat howled as she was flattened by the flow, laid out on the canvas and clutching at her chest, face screwed up with pain. "Agh... you'll pay for that one..."

Isabella did not let up, as she quickly got down to where the Devil Cat had fallen, and quickly applied an abdominal claw, "No, Devil Cat, you will pay most dearly for disrespecting my family..."

Francisca half-rose from the mats before Isabella was upon her again, the rookie wrestler not wasting any time. She dropped down and suddenly jammed her fingers into the Devil Cat's stomach in an abdominal claw!

"AIIIGHHH!" Francisca yowled, legs kicking as Isabella clawed at her stomach. Writhing wildly, she reached up with one hand, attempting an eye rake on the woman in an attempt to buy herself some time and space.

Isabella didn't release because Francisca tried to rake her eyes, she released because she wanted this to last, "I expected better from you." Isabella stated, shaking her head.

Whatever the reason, Isabella let her go. Francisca swiftly scrambled away, circling on all fours. Baring her teeth angrily, she ignored the woman's taunts and leapt at Isabella again, trying for a collar-and-elbow tie up.

Seeing Francisca on the defensive was borderline orgasmic to a outrage Isabella, she decided to meet the challenge of her tie up. Unfortunately, it seemed their strength was evenly matched, either that, or the Devil Cat's rage and her outrage were at an equal level...