L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Standard Match
Win by submission or knockout

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Yahagi felt she was thriving in LAW. The crowd could imagine so; the energy behind her confident motions and the growing number of clips of her dominating other women, not just from her old league but her current one was growing. And what domination it was; her knotting submissions and powerful belly seemed perfect for making others suddenly far more agreeable to her personal inclinations. It was no secret her previous league was essentially a sexfighting league but it was not a soft kind of love. It was the sort that forged her body into a 160 pound, pure muscled, lean-and-mean 5''9 fighting machine.

And it was clear, she did have a genuine fight on her mind. Yahagi had a reputation as a very lustful, horny wrestler. Tales of what her abs would do to an opponent spread fast but she felt that her sheer technical skills had been... somewhat neglected. It wasn't that she had grown sloppy but the selection of playthings here was simply difficult to resist. Yet Yahagi was not so arrogant as to think she could pick a lesser hardbody up wherever and simply enjoy them as she pleased. Case in point: Isabel Armstrong.

Her agent didn't need to guess about the more salacious thoughts that crossed her expression, tongue moisturizing her own lips, but they likely weren't aware about Yahagi's other main interest. As much as she looked forward to another sweaty, frictious night of making another woman's tummy turn to putty after a few minutes of passionate, she wanted more than that. Someone to challenge her skills and her sensuality in equal measure.

Truthfully, Isabel looked close to more than she could handle but that was the fun part.

When Isabel entered, she'd find the near-matched middleweight pacing in the ring not with the usual jiggle-inducing hop and teasing looks she usually reserved. Even her bikini attire was a little more modest; for once a semi-sports bra and very short shorts (this was her standards after all), moderately covering her body but still clinging tightly. The way of her ponytail, the subtle flex of her limbs, and the slight smile on her features; this was not Yahagi the playful seductress but Yahagi the confident, focused, prideful submissionist and technician.

When Isabel entered the ring, Yahagi uncharacteristically would walk to the centre and offer a hand to shake.

"I've been long overdue for a fight of my life. And you look like someone who knows a leg lock or two that's not a figure four."

It was her first match in LAW. She hadn’t really known what to expect. But that was fine by Isa – she loved jumping in and seeing where the tide took her.

Besides – stepping out from the curtain, hearing her music play and seeing the crowd pop for it… That was enough for the moment.

For the moment, Isa took her time walking down the ramp, keeping her eyes fixed straight ahead on the ring and the woman waiting for her there. One foot planted in front of the other, lending her already broad hips a pendulum-style sway as she stalked to the ring. A subtle smirk adorned her full lips as she moved, her hands stretched out to either side so that her fingers just brushed the tips of the fans’ if they were bold enough to try.

Coming to the corner of the ring, she swung herself around it, using the corner post to vault to the apron, rising to one knee and blowing a kiss to the fans opposite. Standing up, Isa swung a leg through the ropes – or started to, pausing half and resting her weight on the middle rope, showing off that pole dancer’s grace as she lounged for a long moment with only her legs loosely looped around the top rope to keep her in place.

Then she was done, swinging her legs the rest of the way through to standing with nary a missed beat.

As yet, the raven-haired grappler had yet to cast so much as a glance at her opponent since arriving in the ring but now she couldn’t really avoid it, casting a green-eyed gaze from under lowered lids up her opponent’s body as the Japanese woman walked towards her.

She’d known there wasn’t much between them in height or weight. Build was another matter, with Isa’s voluptuous curves and smooth, concealed power standing in stark contrast to Yahagi’s blade-lean physique and sleekly defined musculature.

This was going to be interesting, Isa decided, sauntering forward to meet her opponent half way and accepting the offered hand with a smile. Even if ‘fight of her life’ sounded a bit too extreme for the Temptress’ tastes.

“I might know one or two,” She allowed.

Then she pulled on Yahagi’s hand, looking to draw the other woman in close. Very close.

“I’m looking forward to showing you,” Isa smiled, swinging a leg up to rest one meaty thigh on Yahagi’s hip, curling her calf around the back to pull the other woman in still closer until they were almost nose to nose.

From what she’d heard of this woman, she doubted she’d mind.

"Don't make me get out the notepad and calculator." Yahagi teased, immediately leaning in to Isabel and brushing a flexed, muscled inner thigh against her own. Odd as it seemed, she pressed her own against it not for the sake of trying to imbalance her but avoiding her crotch. By the expression on her face, cocksure and sultry, it seemed she liked to play fair even in such a scenario.

Already, Isabel would not only be able to see but *feel* her excitement. This close, their impressive mounds mashed against one another, Yahagi's already slightly perked nips pressing against the fabric of Isabel's top and poking slightly into her opponent's similarly impressive pair. Yet once more, Yahagi seemed to be focused on something else entirely.

It was harder to tell for the audience who basically saw two supermodel-fitness-babe types pressed against one another in as much of a staredown as it was a sapphic display of interest. Yet if one looked closely, they'd notice the dip in Yahagi's back, the way her shoulders leaned back subtly diminishing the squish of the two pairs of breasts, and the way Isabel's curves displaced and molded against sharp, bumpy armored bulkheads of Yahagi's abs.

Yahagi might have smirked against another woman but her smile was respectful if cloying and teasing. What felt like a taunt or a nonchalant pointed joke seemed to pass her features, very slightly shifting her abs left and right as if daring or even trying to incentivize her opponent's to flex in turn but it never became a full on, frictious grind.

"You know, I don't mind starting the match like this. Your body and mine; let's... figure each other out, examine every inch, maybe get a feel for you and me... if you'd be so inclined~" She continued, drawing her face close and nuzzling against Isa.