L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Cynthia had been outside of her locker room, more focused on her chaotic children and exhausted husband instead of her first match in years. She saw that people online were hyping her up, but she'd admit, she was fairly anxious to get back into the ring. She hesitantly cried out to her children to stop running around the stadium, but soon, she'd stomp around after them, eventually scooping both kids within her grasps, as all three smiled at each other. She was surprised that the audience would have such high expectations in her, but it did begin to overwhelm her as she placed her kids back down, telling them to go with their father. She leaned her shoulder over a wall, sighing in fear. Her husband quickly took note, and placed her hands over her quite curvy hips, stroking her plump belly. She giggled, the gesture not doing much to comfort her. She looked down at the ground, pain in her eyes remembering the cruelty she had to experience in the ring when she was in her 20s.
She felt like she had everything to lose, but despite that, her husband whispered in her ears, "win or lose, you'll always be a legend in our eyes~!"
This cheered her up a bit, shrugging off his hands, and walking away, but of course, not before waving at her husband and kids. She gave them all a slight smile, her heart beating loud enough to wash out the sound of roaring audiences in the next room.
It would soon grow louder, Cynthia entering the arena. She pulled up her top a bit, scared that her breasts were too exposed. She certainly didn't want to embarrass her kids, but her husband surprisingly encouraged her to strut such a skimpy attire. He believed it would help her find herself, which left her a bit confused; then again, it wasn't as if she didn't want to. She certainly loved the femininity of it, yet she thought her gut might've been far too exposed for the audience's liking. However, to her surprise, she was getting a lot of flirty and aroused reactions from the guys watching her from the barricades. She began to giggle a bit, waving at her fans, seeing her husband and kids get seated to watch her. She felt a wave of confidence clear her mind, as her kids cheered her on. She quickly slid into the ring, flexing her muscular arms to the masses. She posed like Hercules upon the second turnbuckle, prepared to take her opponent down.
Speaking of which, the mother looked at the pretty young opponent and extended a hand towards her. She had glanced at the current roster of women in LAW, so she knew what to expect visually from the girls, and frankly, she saw them as her, or at least, someone's daughter. She wouldn't want to hurt her too badly, but she wasn't going to completely play nice. The ring wasn't meant for that, but she'd surely be damned if she didn't mother the Hell out of the girl.
"Hi, Sweetie. It's a pleasure to meet you, let's make this a great match, alright?" she softly uttered, motherly warmth in her eyes.

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