L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

[This thread takes place immediately after DDT defeated the British Bombshells in absolutely dominant fashion. This is posted in the backstage area because, while cameras are catching the action, it's a 'dark' segment and not something going out on the LAW broadcast- if it's not the right area, tho, please let me know and I'll re-post, elsewhere.]


Gemma glared across the ring Holly, her partner still sitting on her chubby bum in a state of absolute bewilderment. The buxom British Bombshell had just been battered, rocked and utterly manhandled with ease by Danger Double Tatsumis- just the latest tag team in a long line of groups that had utterly humiliated the Bombshells in the middle of the ring. Once again, Gemma had been left at ringside, watching her best friend take hit after hit, looking utterly lost in the ring as her pretty body was battered, hopeless to stop the beatdown coming her way.

Gemma remained silent as the Tatsumis teased one another and left the ring. Her eyes were hooded, glaring at her friend. The fans were a mix- some elated at the impressive display put on by DDT, in their lovely, skimpy outfits. Others disappointed once again that the beautiful British Bombshells ended the night as the losers. Gemma’s shoulders heaved, as she shared their sentiment.

Eventually, the steampunk Bombshell pushed herself back up to her boots. Long after DDT’s theme music had faded on the loudspeakers, and the jeers of the fans were starting to die down. Holly was still seated on her bum, her curvy body slouched in defeat as she looked up at her friend. For a silent moment, Holly looked like she wanted Gemma to help her up, but Gemma didn’t move.

“Just get up,” Gemma said, quietly, eyes narrowing. Holly looked startled, but Gemma only motioned for Holly to get up. Holly eventually got up, spine arching as she twinged in pain. Her body sank against Gemma’s, Holly’s bust pressing against Gemma’s pert chest as she sighed. Surprisingly, Gemma pushed Holly off. A murmur ran through the crowd. Holly said something, and Gemma shook her head. The cameras had stopped, LAW going off-air for commercial. However, some cameras were still rolling, catching footage even if they were live broadcasting.

“Fine, I’ll say it again,” Gemma snapped. “Somebody, give me a sodding microphone!” Gemma demanded, walking to the edge of the ring, "I wont everyone to hear this!" Sheepishly, the referee who had declared Holly’s latest pinfall loss took a mic from the ring crew and presented it to Gemma. The Brit snatched it from her hand.

“I said, I’m tired of this!” Gemma shouted, the mic blasting her words against Holly’s face. “I’m tired of losing! I’m tired of always coming up short! I’m tired of being the bottom bitches of LAW’s tag team division! And every other tag team division!

“And the thing I’m most tired of?” Gemma asked, starting to pace. “I’m tired of losing match after match, when I’m not even pinned or submitted. I’m tired of having the worst record in professional wrestling, despite not actually losing the matches! I’m tired of propping your chubby arse up!”

Holly looked utterly shocked, at her friend’s words. “B-but … but I’ve been trying …” Holly stammered, her words barely registering with the microphone. “I’m doing my best! I’ve worked hard, trained hard … I’ve come back from having a baby …”

“Just to lose! What are you going to tell your little sprout when she asks about mummy’s wrestling career? How you lost every bloody match you ever stepped into? We have the tag team tournament coming up, Holly! Our first real chance at showing the world we’re not just a pair of big-boobed jobbers, out here to get our pretty little arses kicked! Do you get that?”

“I-I … I get …” Holly stammered, as Gemma held the microphone out for her. Holly’s fair-skinned face flushed red, right down to her generous cleavage. The poor posh Brit was clearly beside herself, as her own partner and best friend berated her. “L-look, Gems, what happened to stiff upper lip? Keep calm, and wrestle on? The things that made the British Bombshells what we are? We get put down, but we get back up, right?”

Gemma scowled, pinching the bridge of her nose. She paced in a tight circle, right in front of Holly. Nervous, Holly looked to the fans, waving her hands upward and trying to get them into a rallying cheer behind her. “Brit-ish Bombh~shells!” many chanted, “Brith-ish Bombshells~!”

“See, luv?” Holly asked, stepping in on her friend and taking her by the shoulders. “Sometimes beaten, never defeated!” The words were Gemma’s, when the duo had cut a promo to justify their position in the tag team tournament. Holly recited them now to a stone-faced Gemma, who broke away from her. The punky Bombshell took a step back, sighed, and pulled the mic to her face again.

“Holly,” Gemma said, “I love you. You’re cute and pretty and you try hard … but facts are facts. We’re losers. And I can’t afford to be a loser anymore, love. I break my back out there, just to have you lose for us. You’re the worst bloody wrestler in this league, Holly. The worst. I can’t win matches for you. And you want to do well for your family, maybe you should just stop wrestling. Be a model. Webstream. Anything that’s not trying to fight. Because you can’t. Hell, maybe if you hadn’t been trained by someone who always has you on your back, then maybe you wouldn’t end every match on yo-“ Gemma was cut off by a sharp slap across her face. Holly’s shoulders bunched around her shoulders, as she glared at her friend. The arena went silent. Gemma dropped the microphone.

Gemma glared into Holly’s face. Holly glared back, not wanting to back down. Holly’s breath caught in her chest, her bust straining against her white corset. She dared Gemma to move. Biting her lip, Holly flinched, moving forward, wanting to pick up the dropped mic. However, Gemma stepped back. Holly stared forward in wide-eyed horror, as Gemma reeled back, and pulled in her toned leg. Before Holly knew what was happening, Gemma thrust forward with a superkick, catching an unsuspecting Holly right upside the jaw!

The crowd cried out in shock as Holly reeled back. Holly seized up on herself, arms slumping to each side of her hourglass figure as the kick rocked her body. After the impact, Holly’s thick legs buckled. She jiggled as she fell to her knees, the collapsed face-first to the ring, looking totally lifeless. Throwing the microphone behind her, the frustrated Gemma Faraday left the ring, her face red.

After a moment, Gemma’s old theme music began to play. Holly’s head lazily rolled up to watch her friend leave her behind. Tears rained down Holly’s face, soaking the canvas. The fans jeered and boo’d at the implosion of the British Bombshells, Holly left in the center of the ring, her pathetic figure wracked with sobs as the ring crew came down, ready to drag her out …

The poor Holly wouldn´t get too much of a break, right after her partner did stab her right into the heart and broke her chin new music would hit. The crowed would turn their heads in surprise looking up to the titantron. The would see some flames rising on the big monitor for a few moments before the music really started to play. God mode would start to play. The guitar cutting through the silence of the crowed, only when it would get louder a person would appear at the entrance ramp. The person was tall from her build and sporty, wearing a perfectly fitting black suit. It was no one other then the hated general manager of the show. Miss nata-san would step out into the open, walking a free feet away from the entrance walkthrough before stopping on top of the ramp, crossing her arms under her chest.

Spoiler

The manger would stand there for a few moments, normally at this point she would have a microphone in her hand, but today she upgraded a little bit and was wearing a microphone behind her ear. This was she wouldn’t be bothered to handle the microphone all the time. She would look down to the ring for a bit smirking. Then she started to walk down the ramp slowly, taking big steps. It was still commercial break but the cameras were still rolling, what meant that they could reply this footage at any time. When the manager was finally in the ring, she would walk around the body of holly a few times, looking at her smirking. She was looking really cute, that had to be said. A good looking loser was always worth something to her. The red haired woman would stop soon and lean forwards. “helly there holly… I hope you can hear me right now. I will only take a few moments of your time!” She would then lean backwards against the ropes rossing her arms in front of her chest once again waiting how the other woman would react before going on.

The ring crew that had come down to the ring to drag Holly’s battered body out of the ring stopped cold in their tracks as they heard the signature entrance music of Miss Nata on the loudspeakers. Quietly, they ducked into a corner of the ringside area, out of sight, knowing that the manager wouldn’t be coming down to the ring without a good reason. Some of them dreaded what that might be, given how much Holly had already suffered, tonight.

Hearing music helped to rouse the Buxom Bombshell, who raised her head and looked with dazed eyes at the entrance ramp. Tonight had been one of the worst of Holly’s career. Beaten in mere minutes by DDT, betrayed and knocked out by her own tag partner … and now this woman was pacing toward the ring when Holly was at her most vulnerable!

Holly shook her head, trying to blink through the pain. The woman cut an impressive figure in her suit, with her smart haircut and a look that said she was in total control. The woman circled Holly’s body, and Holly worried about how many women would see her as easy prey, at the moment. Because she was. Feeling absolutely beaten, Holly knew that ‘easy prey’ was exactly what she was.

“H-huh?” Holly moaned, lifting her head. “What …?” The words were difficult, but as Miss Nata addressed her, Holly struggled to get up. The British Bombshell’s body quivered as she pushed herself up. First onto all fours, then up to her knees. Holly sat on her legs, looking like a total mess. Her hair was disheveled, and her ample bosom was struggling to stay inside of her ring gear. Holly’s pretty face was red and soaked in tears, looking absolutely pitiful in her current state. Gasping for air, Holly looked up to Miss Nata, grimacing in anticipation of what this woman might be here to say to her, at a time like this …

“I am here tonight” Would nata start “to give you another chance. Your teammate disbanded of you! You keep losing over and over. Your nothing but a disappointment.” Nata woud push herself off the ropes and she would start to walk around the kneeing holly once again with a big smile on her face. She would look down to her the whole time while walking around her, before going right behind the other woman. nata slowly would bend her knees and put her hands onto the shoulders of Holly holding them for a moment before starting to softly massage them.

“I know it does look quite bad for you right now.”, she would whisper into the ear of Holly but the whole crowed was able to hear it thanks to her microphone. “but actually I want to help you get out of this hole. You don´t belong here on the ground.” Slowly nata would let go of the shoulders of the woman and grabbing her under the armpits. She would then lift her up to her feet again, she would be lifting the whole weight of holly to put her back into a standing position. When she would walk around her she would look holly right into the eyes. “you once were a star and you get the chance to prove it… if you fail you just show everyone that your former friend was right and your nothing more than a bit loser…”
Nata would step back. “I am putting you into the next loser belt title match!” She would say waiting for a reaction.

On the mat, quivering, Holly turned her pitiful gaze up toward Miss Nata. Holly chewed her lower lip, trying not to sob as she listened to Miss Nata run down her recent failings. Deep down, Holly knew her career was falling far short of her goals. To have someone give an itemized list of her failures, however, with the added twist of Gemma’s betrayal? Holly nearly burst into a fresh round of tears at Nata’s words.

Holly squeezed herself as Miss Nata grinned and circled her. Holly felt vulnerable and small, trembling. She’d just been knocked out by DDT in a humiliating squash match, then knocked out again by Gemma’s superkick. With all the confidence she carried herself with, Holly felt certain that this Miss Nata could kick her ass, even without all that going against the suffering British Bombshell!

“Nnnh,” Holly gave a light moan as Miss Nata massaged her shoulders. It did nothing to help Holly’s feeling of vulnerability. Miss Nata’s words, whispered across the arena with the microphone, just made her feel smaller. “Uuuhh~” Holly moaned, startled that Miss Nata would hoist her up, her face showing how dumbfounded she was.

“L-Loser Belt?” Holly gasped, as Nata’s words sank in. Holly’s eyes went wide. She’d heard of LAW’s most infamous ‘championship,’ a belt marking the worst of the worst that LAW had to offer! Even being considered for the belt was a slap in the face. “B-but, no! I can do better!” Holly was wide-eyed, panicked, unable to believe all that was coming down on her, at once. “Please,” Holly said, cupping her hands pleadingly, “don’t do this! I can do better! Really! Please!”

Nata would lay her head onto the side, before going down, bending her knees a little bit so she was almost on the same level as Holly. She would say like this for a moment breathing in deeply like she wanted to talk to Holly on eye to eye level, almost as they would be equals. But then she would stretch her legs through again slowly standing back up again standing tall over the other woman again talking down to her once more. She would start it off simply. “if you really can do better, why do you even worry about this match then? When you can do better you can win this match easily! Just beat the loserchampion, one two three or make her tap out!” Miss nata would say. “if you can do this, you just can go home again free like a bird and I will help you get a few more good matches…”

“but if you’re not able to do it, if you can´t do better… at least see it like this.” Nata would look over to the next tv camera with a smile. “mommy might come back home with a championship… “ Nata would look back to the other woman. “and maybe, just maybe if you hold on long enough to the belt, you will get even more free time you can spend with your little daughter!”

Holly caught herself after pleading with Miss Nata, suddenly realizing how much she’d just put herself out there in the middle of the ring. Her pleading had been pathetic, a far cry from the dignified wrestler that she’d always tried to present herself as. However, given the beating she’d just taken, the betrayal she’d just faced from Gemma, and the horrible match she’d just been put into, Holly couldn’t help but feel like the time for dignity had passed.

“I-I … I don’t know …” Holly stammered, as Miss Nata dressed her down. “I … of course I can beat her,” Holly said, her voice trembling. The quiver in her voice betrayed the fact that she didn’t even believe that. But then, Miss Nata kept talking, reminding Holly of how much she had to lose!

“Wait, what?” Holly stammered, realizing the implications of what Miss Nata had to say. “I … I …” Holly went wide-eyed, as she realized what road she was on. Her chest felt tight, and tears began to well up in her eyes. “No! Things won’t end like that,” Holly said, face reddening. “I’m a professional wrestler,” Holly declared, “and I’m going to prove myself! To my daughter, my fans, and to all of you! I can beat your loser’s champion! And you’ll all see how wrong you were, to doubt me! I promise you that!” Arms held rigidly at her sides, Holly stomped her foot on the mat. Despite her best efforts, however, Miss Nata- and all the fans in attendance- could clearly detect the fear that was in the British Bombshell’s voice.

The Chinese woman would only smirk when the woman was stomping on the floor in front of her. She kinda reminded her more of child herself than a mother. The red haired woman would throw some hair out of her face before she would start to walk past holly. “good luck, then…” She would say while passing by holly. Nata really got the crowed interested in that match already. They didn´t knew if they should cheer for holly right now or if they should laugh at her. But that wasn´t important right now. She got enough eyes on the match already thanks to this little show and the recordings of this once beloved fighter in tears would give a great promotion video for the ppv.

nata would leave the ring and jump down to the ring floor slowly turning around to take a last look back into the ring. “see you at the ppv… better wait with buying something for your daughter till the end of the show. Maybe you bring home a souvenir anyway. And don´t forget to thank Gemma for nominating you for that match.” The manager would turn around walking up the stairs. The fans might not know how to react to holly right now, but they knew how to react to Nata and would boo her as loud as they could.

Holly could feel the eyes of the entire arena on her now, and not in the normal way. The posh Brit was used to her dignity escaping her in the ring, and tonight was much worse than most nights. From Miss Nata’s dismissive attitude, Holly knew that it was over. Her fate was sealed. Every time she’d been pinned to the mat, every opponent that had crushed her poor body since she’d started on this journey … it all led to this. Her last scrap of self-respect on the line, the reviled Loser’s Championship hanging over her head!

Holly stood still as Miss Nata exited the ring. The British Bombshell stood there, arms at her side, head bowed in shame. Thin tears ran down her cheeks despite her best efforts to keep them inside. Miss Nata’s final words burned in her ears. The manager’s taunts made Holly want to shrivel up and disappear, but she stood in the limelight. Her humiliation left bare for all to see! Holly tried to hold strong as Miss Nata left the ring, but she couldn’t hold it together for long. Thinking about everything she’d lost tonight, and everything she stood to lose at the pay-per-view, Holly fell to her knees. She buried her face. And until the ring crew could force her backstage, she couldn’t help but lose herself in violent, body-shaking sobs at the possible fate that awaited her.