L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Bikini match
Victory by tapout, verbal submission, knockout, or hentai.

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As it expanded in size, law absorbed both smaller federations and wrestlers both signed and independent. Tonight would be a match between two popular heavyweights from Grand Order Wrestling and the Seaside Wrestling League alike. The promotional material had made it quite hyped between both fans of both groups and lovers of heavyweight wrestling. While there was a slight size difference between the Irish and the Japanese competitors, when one gazed upon their near perfectly muscled bodies, rippling with power yet defined by an almost statuesque feminine beauty, the match looked practically even.

Some might have thought their glossed up bodies looked edited but when Nagato walked down the ramp in her distinctive white bikini with black and gold trims, all doubts evaporated in a glance. She was not a small woman but here she looked positively larger than life. Her stride was bold and commanding yet not forceful; her breasts did not bounce or jiggle but lightly swayed, secure in the large cups of her bikini. Her plain white bottom was modest by today's standards but it looked like it might be swallowed between her steel column thighs, looking thicker than her impressively powerful arms that would make even most gym-dwelling men feel inadequate. Not necessarily by size but how every inch of it seemed sectioned off to hold those powerful hills of muscle in order like rolling hills arranged neatly by the hands of a god.

She smiled at it all; she was used to adoring gazes and the lustfulness of men and women. Pulling the ropes apart to walk in, she threw her arms out to her side to stretch, closing her eyes and giving all spectators a perfect view of her body. Her perfect, stone-cut, masterfully sculpted form. And she didn't move to her corner, remaining near the centre of the ring, awaiting her opponent.

She planned to have a few words with her before they started~

After the spellbinding entrance of Nagato, one might have thought nothing else could happen to surprise the crowd... but they would be wrong as Scatahtch would make her appearance on the ramp, clad in her violet bikini with black trim. While slightly smaller than her opponent she was just as captivating with her presence. Her abs were very noticeable, a perfect six pack that looked like it could grind stone. Her breasts, while large, didn't jiggle, rather they swayed in a similar fashion to Nagato's. Perhaps her most noticeable quality were her arms, every inch of them containing ordered, powerful muscle; large and intimidating. She also had some thick, smooth thighs which had no ripple of fat to them as she walked. She was almost like a perfect specimen complete with captivating light purple eye and red tinted hair.

She would smile as she heard several fans take pictures of her as she made her way down to the ramp, stopping at ringside to look her powerful opponent up and down. She had a figure similar to hers, powerful yet still with feminine features. She almost wanted to lick her lips at the sight as she stepped into the ring. Putting her arms behind her head for a quick pose, giving onlookers an excellent view of her statuesque body before moving to the center of the ring to stare down with Nagato, the two muscular giants so close together their firm chests touched.

"You're looking great lass," Nagato would say, her voice carrying a slight Irish accent to it, "I've heard tales of you from the Seaside Wrestling League... and judging by your looks I'd say they're true,"

"The same to you. I had wished Grand Order Wrestling was closer to my city, otherwise I would've tried out in a hearbeat." Her English was natural and trained but it was clear she didn't have the same finesse as Scathach. Nagato smiled and offered her hand to her opponent to shake. "I've dreamed of feeling Irish steel against my body. Leave me breathless when we are finished."

Scathach told no lies; there was no saucy flirtatiousness or femme fatale airs to her. And neither was she asexual in her mannerisms; she exuded raw confidence and sexuality paired with a strength that was every bit visual as it was a part of her charismatic delivery. Her impressive bust met Nagato's and she smiled; it was nearly as firm as the muscles that lined her body, bending not as Nagato's pressed down. Yet it was too early for her to try to compete in this field.

"I look forward to this match's climax."

Nagato would give her a respectful bow before stepping back for the bell to ring.

When the match began, she would attempt to lock into Scathach with a test of strength, her arms bulging with power as her feet stabilized against the ground. Both women would appear most likely evenly matched in strength but Nagato was not the kind to rely solely on her raw physical prowess. She would attempt to push forth with one foot and focus on her own right arm, attempting to advance until she could get it around the Irishwoman's waist. If that was successful, she would attempt to upset her balance and sweep her off her feet, half princess carrying her before slamming her into the mat while pressing her palm down on her collarbone!