L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The crowd roared as Ivan stepped into the ring, the familiar sounds filling his ears, from cheers to boos. Bright spotlights blinded him momentarily before his eyes adjusted, revealing the sea of faces beyond the ropes—some screaming his name, others jeering and throwing insults. It didn't bother him; perks of becoming famous, you develop thick skin.

Rolling his broad shoulders, he walked towards the ring with confident swagger. Such swagger only enraged or made the crowd go wild at the blatant shamelessness

His boots hit the canvas, finally climbing in. As he began bouncing on the balls of his feet, throwing a few practice jabs into the air, doing some light workout, his thoughts went back to what info he got about his opponent.

Someone called the White Lion. With that kind of title, he's not allowed to take this one lightly or play around with his food. This might actually be one of his many challenging matches in LAW if possible.

Only the bell could tell.

On the other hand, just as the crowd was getting excited about that man’s arrival, the mood would soon shift—Botan would make her entrance before everyone…

She had no experience with men sexually, but she was confident she knew what she was doing. She stepped into the ring and let her bathrobe fall, revealing the outfit she would wear for the occasion. Smiling, and finally coming face to face with Iván, she simply nodded and looked him up and down.

"Let's see how skilled and strong you are hahaha, this will be fun!"

Botan Outfit

The crowd gasped collectively as Botan stepped into the ring, her white bathrobe slipping off to reveal the skimpy outfit beneath, a black thong & bikini combo that left little to the imagination.

A low whistle escaped from the corner of Ivan's lips as his eyes widened slightly at the sight.

'This girl ain't fuckin' around' He thought to himself, taking in the view without shame. Her body was... impressive. Tight curves, flat stomach, perky tits barely contained by the thin fabric. And that ass? Damn near spilling out of that tiny thong.

"Hah! Yeah, this'll be real fuckin' fun alright," Ivan retorted with a smirk, meeting her confident gaze with his own cocky expression. His eyes lingered on her figure for just a beat longer than necessary before looking back up at her face.

He bounced on his toes again, cracking his neck from side to side. "Gonna enjoy breaking you in properly for later." He said,"Hope you're ready for this shit but with what you're wearing, I think your moe than enough."

Soon enough, the bell rang.

As she watched her opponent seem to fix his gaze on her body, Botan blushed slightly, knowing this wasn’t exactly her favorite kind of attention. She understood that feeling, though; once it became clear what they both intended to do, she could only shout at him with confidence:

“Don’t worry, a lioness like me will make sure you leave here a different person than when you arrived!!!”

Botan would say this excitedly, looking at Ivan with determination, and when the bell rang, she would know she was going to beat him up before he could even plan anything!
So then she would launch herself at full speed toward Ivan; she would try to grab him by the waist, and if it worked, she would lift him up and try to slam him onto the canvas with all her might!

The bell echoed through the arena, signaling the start of the match. Before Ivan could fully process Botan's bold declaration, she was already barreling toward him like a lion released to the wild.

The impact came quicker than expected. Botan's arms locked around his torso as she attempts to lift him, her strength catching him slightly off-guard given her frame. Surprised maybe but he is still able to react and make his own move against her.

As she started to lift, Ivan's hands shot downward, fingers wrapping firmly around the thin fabric of her thong at the waistband. Without hesitation or warning, he yanked upward with considerable force. Giving her a wedgie to make her pause.

And with the way her thong digs on her pussy normally, this would be painful.

Botan didn't use the reliable grab-and-slam move that often—that was more her teammates' style. But what they didn't tell her... was one of the complications she was facing.

So when she had lifted Iván completely into the air, ready to slam him down on the mat, a strong grip would take hold without hesitation, pulling hard on her clothes. She would feel her underwear being pushed deep inside her vagina and ass, moaning loudly in pain, and causing her to hold him just a little longer instead of throwing him down—which would have hurt even more...

“Oh, damn it, this isn't going to go unpunished!”

She would say that, trying to headbutt him and throw him into the corner without breaking the suit any further

The wedgie had Botan gasping, making her pause as the fabric dug deep into sensitive flesh. It proved effective in stopping her for sure.

With her momentum faltered for just a moment, but Ivan felt the sudden change in her grip. Before he could capitalize, she was already counterattacking or perhaps desperation.

Her forehead connected with his forehead in a brutal headbutt, stars exploding across Ivan's vision. The impact sent him stumbling backward until his shoulders crashed into the turnbuckles rope, absorbing some of the blow.

"Owch!" He grunted, blinking rapidly to clear his blurred vision. Fortunately, it wasn't debilitating. He had a stubborn head afterall.

Smirking, he raised a hand and gestured her to come. Taunting her as if her headbutt didn't do any damage at all, a simple deception.

Having been the victim of a wedgie, Botan wouldn't be happy about it at all; she would have given a hard headbutt that luckily managed to get him off her...

"Ahhh, the headbutt doesn't even hurt compared to that....."

She would say as she watched him move to the ropes. Botan would try to adjust her outfit again, although that left her quite exposed; she wouldn't be able to fight with that on.

A grin spread across Ivan's face as he saw Botan adjusting her thong, the fabric now visibly digging her slit thanks to the wedgie. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Aw, poor baby got her panties all messed up?" Ivan teased, his voice dripping with mockery and amusement. "Maybe if you weren't dressed like that, you'd be less distracted? Honestly, I'm actually flattered you dressed tastefully for ol me at all."

He shifted his stance, leaning on the corner with a relaxed stance, ready to strike or counter whatever move she might attempt next. His eyes gleamed with mischief and challenge, baiting her to come.

"You gonna keep fidgeting with that thing or are we gonna actually wrestle? Though I gotta say..." He let his gaze drift downward deliberately before snapping back up to meet her eyes. "...why just not strip it, huh?" He says with a lecherous grin.

Taking that suit off from deep inside her ass, Botan would look at him with a rather strong desire to go for it...

"Oh yes, you like that look so much, believe me, I have something prepared for you, how about that?"

So when I noticed how she kept talking and mentioning the outfit, she would approach with a smile... and say
"And why are you still doing that? Take it off too"

Before he could even try to say anything, Botan would attempt to hit him with a Clothesline, trying to catch him off guard and stun him in the corner.