L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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During a normal night at LAW, the crowd would be sitting in anticipation for the next match to commence. They were expecting another standard match between the usual suspects...that was until a new theme song hit the arena's sound system, startling them with its sudden rock-heavy, devil-may-care attitude.

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The crowd suddenly found themselves amid a punk rock atmosphere as a new contender appeared before them. Emerging from backstage would be a short woman with brown hair, tan skin, and a WIDE set of hips. A relaxed look in her eyes, a playful smile stretching across her face, showing a cute gap in her two front teeth, a peach-themed hairclip, and a tight custom-made leotard with a hood attached to the back. A tight-fitting bikini resting on top of her leotard, fishnet gloves on either arm, knee pads, and toeless kickpads, with pieces of fishnet stretching all over parts of her gear, colored in tans, oranges, and a bit of dark grays. But most notably, the woman was wearing a bright and shiny championship belt around her thick hips and waist. It was a vibrant reddish-orange with cream-white straps, a gorgeous floral pattern, and shimmering metallic plating.

However, the most impressive aspect of it was a finely cut gemstone. It was a peach-shaped heart with a crown in the center. The crystal had been so well-cut and refined, elegantly catching the arena lights, regardless of the angle.

Who was this woman, and what was she doing here? She turned heads as she passed by on her way toward the ring. Her hips waggled from side-to-side, her confidence and eagerness radiating off her as she climbed up the side of the apron, taking a moment to pose sensually, blowing a kiss toward the crowd that left some of them swooning only moments after meeting this woman...and they didn't even know her name yet. She entered the ring and pranced around for a short moment before stopping in the center of the ring, striking a pose in front of all the prying eyes that now stared directly at her. She let the murmurs die down for a second before lifting the microphone to her lips, trying to remember everything she had rehearsed up to this point before finding that launching point...and when everything clicked, the young woman hit the ground RUNNING.

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"HELLOOOOOO LADIES, GENTLE-DUDES,-...AND ALL THOSE LOVELY FOLKS IN-BETWEEN!!! My name is Gabriela Garcia...the PEACH PIXIE...a fabulous and feisty little shortstack Latina from Brooklyn, New York...coming at ya with plenty of sass and a whole lotta ass~...and it's, like, SUPER exciting to meet you all!!! I came out here tonight not only to make my debut but to send a MESSAGE!!! I'm SURE you've all noticed the flashy treasure hanging around my heavenly hips~...THIS little thing is my crowning achievement. A belt I MADE with my own two hands...I sketched it, designed it, and crafted it. Every seam sewn, every edge trimmed, and every buckle welded by THESE hands!!!" She said, raising her arms in the air. "I came out here tonight because I wanted to conduct an experiment and issue a CHALLENGE...you see, I'm entering my SENIOR YEAR of college and instead of doing a paper on some BORING old piece of history, I wanted to MAKE history here and now in front of all of you...no-...I wanted to make history WITH all of you!!!" Her words spoke to the people, garnering a nice bit of applause and cheers due to her being close to graduating, as well as seemingly wanting to turn this would-be vanity piece into a legitimate event.

"I wanna do something special, write about something worthwhile...something I had a part in, something I lived and experienced day in and day out. So that's why I'm presenting this challenge to EVERYONE in the LAW locker room...jobbers, midcarders, or headliners...young and old, rookies or veterans, big or small...it doesn't matter to me!!! If you think you've got the hips to carry this belt, then come on down and fight me for it!!! Don't just become part of MY story, MAKE YOUR OWN HERE AND NOW!!!" She cried, getting more and more of the crowd invested...she certainly had passion, that much was undeniable...had she truly made that belt all on her own? There were murmurs of intrigue spiraling throughout the arena, some good and some bad...Gabriela had to close this out and leave a good first impression. Otherwise, her story would be over before it could even begin...

"The rules are SIMPLE...It's like any ol' match here in the squared circle. No illegal stuff, count-outs, yadda-yadda-yadda...but to WIN...you've gotta use your own assets to beat your opponent before you can pin 'em, submit 'em, or knock 'em out. If you can't get it done, you'll have to do it ALL over again...but if you WIN, you get this lovely little belt, exclusive products from my sponsors at Power Love cosmetics...and the LOSER has to kiss your ass after you've beaten them!!!" This intrigued the crowd further, as who could resist the idea of such a salacious spectacle?

"Now the question remains...who's gonna be the first to make their way down the ramp and face me for this belt? Who in the locker room thinks they've got what it takes to take on me and my hips? WHO'S GONNA BE THE ONE WHO KISSES MY ASS AFTER THE BELL RINGS!?!? C'MON AND BRING IT, LAW...LET'S MAKE THIS FIRST CHAPTER A GOOD ONE!!!" She cheered, climbing up to the middle rope in a nearby corner, raising the microphone to the sky as her passionate enthusiasm infected the audience, a sizable band of curious onlookers cheering the young woman on as she poked the bear, calling out toward the whole locker room for an opponent...now waiting to see if anyone would answer the call...

The lights cut all at once. The arena fell into a velvet darkness, the echoes of the crowd’s cheers still bouncing in the rafters as Gabriela posed proudly on the corner ropes—waiting—anticipating someone to answer her challenge.

And then—POOF. A massive plume of green and violet smoke exploded onto the entrance ramp, swirling and spiraling in glittering, eerie patterns as a faint cackle floated above the arena speakers—high-pitched, mischievous, and a giggle that Gabby knew from a mile away

And then she stepped through.

A petite, curvy figure—just as short, just as bottom-heavy, just as confident—pushed through the shimmering fog with a bouncy, swaggering strut. Long silver hair tied in wandering ribbons, a towering witch’s hat too big for her head, and a leotard that looked like it was sewn for the purpose of showing as much ass as possible. Her stockings didn’t even pretend to be intact—fishnets stretched over one thigh like a spiderweb, and a bottle of purple potion swung lazily from her fingers, glowing like the stuff inside was alive.

The crowd let out an excited cheer— Because they knew who this was.

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Bao Li.
The Witch of Riffs & Rumps.
The Hexed Hips.
The Mischief-Made-Flesh.

And more importantly—Gabby’s personal ongoing headache and eternal rival.

Bao Li wiggled her fingers toward the ring, and in a shower of sparkles, a microphone poofed into her palm as she giggled and stuck out her tongue. “NYEHEHEHEHEHEEEE~~!!!! Well WELL WELL… look at this. If it ain’t my favorite lil’ freshman fruit-cup FAILURE PROJECT~” Bao Li began bouncing her way down the ramp—not walking—but pogoing with her hips leading every movement, her chest and peach-shaped rear swaying with absurd rhythm. “I gotta say, GABBIE GOO, I heard rumors… but I thought they were jokes! You REALLY came struttin’ into LAW… wearin’ a build-a-belt YOU crocheted in your dorm room like some kinda Etsy Girl Boss?!?! NYEHEHEHE—OH MY GOD—IT’S ADORABLE.”

Bao Li stopped at ringside, placing a hand on her own hip and leaning against the apron like she’d done this dance with Gabby a thousand times. “Pathetic, peach-cake. Truly pathetic. Everyone knows the only fruit worth crowning… is the BIG APPLE.”

She bent forward, arched her back, and gave the crowd a very deliberate shake of her huge hips. “Because it’s bigger… better… and juuuuuust a bit yummier~” Bao Li slapped her thigh, laughing so hard the mic became static. “ANYWAY~~ since you’re out here makin’ ‘history’ or whatever, let me help you, honey. Because your FIRST chapter’s gonna be your WORST chapter.” She pointed to the belt around Gabby’s hips. “After all… THAT TITLE is gonna look DIVINE wrapped around MY big, WIDE, ASS~”

Bao Li hopped onto the apron, slithered through the ropes, and would stroll right up to her shortstack foe, their smol bosoms pressed together as she got face-to-face—two heavy-hipped, thick-built goobers staring each other down. “So whaddaya say, Peach Pixie~? Ready to let Big Bad Bao be your first AND WORST chapter? NYEHEHEHEE~~” She repeated clearly really liking that one rhyme she did

That laugh-...Gabby would recognize it anywhere. Theatrics aside, she knew EXACTLY who was coming out to greet her, breaking through the veil of colorful smoke to a sea of cheers and thunderous applause. Zang Bao Li...the Poison Apple Witch...one of the biggest banes and boons to Gabriela's wrestling career, and a long-time rival for the young Latina. They were equal in size and weight, with similar bottom-heavy builds emphasized by wide hips and curvy rumps. However, the Poison Apple Witch was around five years older than the Peach Pixie, and a little more experienced altogether. They had met in the ring numerous times, with Bao Li getting the better of Gabriela in their first encounter, defeating her with quite the embarrassing facesitting smother. Fortunately, Gabby would manage to tie things up in their subsequent rematch, managing to trap Bao Li between her thighs in a tight Headscissors submission.

Gabby knew Bao Li better than most of the audience and the locker room combined. Like her, Bao Li wasn't just a pair of hips to gawk and stare at...even if they were just as wonderful to gaze upon. To her credit, Bao Li was a skilled wrestler in her own right. Hell, that's why Gabriela respected her so much, seeing her as one of the most perfect counterparts in the ring...if not THE perfect rival for her. Rarely did she come across anyone who could get under her skin...but Bao Li certainly could. She had this way with words that flustered the otherwise calm and composed Peach Pixie, hexxing her with only a few syllables and a few hip rolls. She was as annoying and challenging as she was attractive...and Gabby would be lying if she said she wasn't SUPER into her. Her penchant for using dirty tricks, mind games, and humiliation tactics belied her true talents as a wrestler.

Bao Li was ridiculously agile and a mastermind between the ropes. On top of that, she was an expert submission wrestler, and she seemed to never run out of steam. While many focused on her powerhouse freak-of-nature boy toy, Kunyomi, Gabriela understood that Bao Li was a wrestling genius hidden in plain sight. Everyone was so focused on the 'monster' that they didn't realize that the one who managed to 'control' said monster was just as terrifying...if not more so.

While the two frenemies had an even record against each other, Gabby still had plenty of memories of times when Bao Li always got the better of her in their old federation before joining LAW. Bao Li made it further in tournaments, scored critical wins that pushed her up the card, and scored minor victories over the Brooklyn baddie during some backstage encounters, always leaving her flustered and overwhelmed. However, before Gabriela and Bao Li could ever settle the score between them, college came calling, and Gabby had to put her wrestling career on hold for a moment. By the time she had finished, Bao Li and some of her other peers were already off in LAW, leaving their history unfinished, with many hoping to see a continuation between the plucky pair of shortstacks. And tonight would be the night where their prayers were answered.

Admittedly, when Bao Li appeared, Gabriela felt a lump form in her throat...a sensation of worry brewing in her mind, along with a feeling of excitement as it had been ages since the two came into contact with one another. It was like seeing an old friend after such a long time spent apart. However, all that nervousness disappeared when Bao Li addressed her, flipping the switch back on inside Gabby's head as she immediately responded with full force, eager to go head-to-head with her old rival. Their comparatively smaller chests would press together, their leotards shifting slightly as they stared back at each other, nothing but confidence and sass emanating from their expressions. Bao Li still knew how to push Gabby's buttons, dismantling her ego at every level, nearly rattling her as she teased her in that excessive yet compelling manner she always did. Memories flashed in her mind of being Bao Li's toy backstage, lust-driven and completely submissive, unable to resist the charms of her witchy superior. While Bao Li was never a member of Power Love, Gabriela's wrestling career was nonetheless intertwined with the woman...in more ways than one.

Still, she couldn't help but smile at Bao, feeling rather happy to see her after so very long. If not for keeping up appearances, she'd wrap her arms around her in a big hug and squeal her name...but these two had business to conduct.

"Well look at what the black cat dragged in~...a wicked witch trying to peddle some poison apples~...Long time no see, Bao Li~...you're looking EXTRA cute and magical tonight. Didja doll yourself up just for little old me? I hate to tell you, but all that makeup you put on is gonna go to waste once I've laid you out, parked this perky peach across your face, and raised MY title into the air like the champion I am~!!!" She said, taking her title off her waist and lifting it over their heads, letting Bao Li get a nice look at all the intricate details Gabriela put into it, allowing her to admire it up close. After all, this was the closest she'd ever get to it.

"You wanna be the first in line to take me on? Be my guest...I'm more than happy to show you everything I've learned since the last time we locked up...and to remind you, you LOST that one, taking a little nap between these lovely legs as I left you drooling all over my thick thighs~...And tonight's not gonna be any different. Your 'freshman fruit cup' has some finely-aged moves to show you. So you better bring your absolute best tonight, Bao~...or else your LIPS are gonna kiss these HIPS by the end of the night!" She said, waggling her hips from side to side. The crowd was absolutely HOOKED, more than excited to see a showdown between these two sexy shortstacks. Once everything was said and done between the two, a referee made their way down to the ring, separating the two and calling for a bell. Gabriela would hand the belt over to the official...who handled it with great care, lest they incur the Brooklyn baddie's wrath. The title was raised into the air for all to see as both women were sent back to their corners, and mere moments later...the bell would ring!!!


DING DING DING!!!

That smug, musical voice filled the ring, each syllable rolling out of Bao Li’s mouth like honey laced with arsenic. The witch tilted her head back with a self-satisfied grin, watching Gabriela with narrowed eyes and a finger pressed playfully to her lips. The crowd roared as the poison-apple shortstack giggled again, every “Nyehehehe~” echoing through the rafters like a spell being cast. She could see that familiar look burning in Gabby’s eyes—half fiery defiance, half nostalgic humiliation. Oh, how she loved that face, espically with it pinned between her chubby ass cheeks, reducing the Peach Pixie to a sweaty, squirming mess. But unlike then, Gabby now was boastfully showing off her new shiny belt, one of which Bao li would stare at like a kid in a candy store~.

Bao Li let her fingers run along the rim of her hat before taking it off, tossing it lazily aside (as it somehow would perfectly float over to the ringpost), her long hair spilling down over her shoulders in perfect witchy waves. “Awww~ you REMEMBERED me~? How sweet of you, Gabs~ I was half-convinced you’d forgotten little ol’ me once you started playin’ pretend in your lil’ college dorm, making papier-mâché belts and writing essays about your imaginary friends in the ring, nyehehehe~. But awww, look at you, all grown up now… talkin’ all big, wearin’ a belt you made with your own two hands~. You’re so precious when you try to sound like a champ. I almost don’t wanna ruin it… almost.”

Bao Li’s smirk widened, her free hand gliding down along her hip until she gave it a proud slap. “See, you talk a good game about that match we had before, fruit cup~... but I remember the real details. I remember your face when you realized you couldn’t get away. I remember your little legs kickin’ under me while I sat my juicy apple right over your pouty lips, and you couldn’t do a thing but kiss my BUTT~ Nyeheheheeh~." She taunted smuggly strolling to her corner to get the match started. Bao stretched and loosened up, smirking as she started down her brooklyn booty rival! And then—

DING DING DING!!!

The bell split the tension in half like a lightning strike. The crowd’s noise doubled instantly. Bao Li’s grin transformed from smug to focused. Without missing a beat, she bounced once on her bare feet and toes! “Try not to blink, Gabs~”

She took off in a dead sprint, her feet smacking the mat as she dashed full speed across the ring, hips leading the way, every bounce of her body making the crowd scream louder, until she'd go for a somewhat obvious attack, as she'd bounce into the air, twisting around, her poison cheeks swinging around like a pair of comets, aiming her signature Running Hip Attack straight toward Gabby’s face—an incoming blur of fishnet, flesh, and poison-apple booty ready to crash into the Peach Pixie head-on!

The memories that Bao Li resurfaced within Gabby's mind caused her to sweat...once more, she was reminded of how Bao always had her wrapped around her finger backstage. Late nights spent beneath the witch's hot hips and between her thighs, submissively obeying every command that came out of her mouth, even going so far as to test some of her 'potions'...moments which Gabriela could never lie about and say that she detested. She didn't. She would never. Even during sweeter moments when Bao Li offered to help Gabriela by being her model for some of her projects, there were some moments behind closed doors that saw the devious trickster leave the Latina rookie on wobbly legs, out of commission.

Sure, she won their last match...but Gabriela remembered just as clearly as Bao Li that it wasn't until she got a lucky break during that fight that she managed to succeed. Up until that point, Bao Li pretty much had her on the ropes from the very beginning. And now it was time for the Peach Pixie to prove that last time was no mere fluke. So when the bell rang, Gabby was ready to throw down...but Bao Li, on the other hand, was ready to throw it back-

"Still so quick-...!!!" Gabriela thought, seeing how Bao Li went from stretching to bouncing around to making a beeline right toward her. Unlike some of the spectators in the crowd and several people backstage in the locker room, Gabriela was WELL ACQUAINTED with Bao Li. She knew a lot of her tricks and plays, and while still susceptible to a few of them, she was mostly covered on that front. The real challenge here would be to actually outwrestle Bao Li after so long of not facing someone like her. Sure, the Peach Pixie had faced some rather challenging foes before in her past, but no one equated to Bao Li. When it came to making the Brooklyn baddie sweat in the ring, no one came close to the Poison Apple Witch. So long since their last encounter, and Bao Li still had such a deeply rooted space carved out for herself in Gabriela's mind, with every single smug little laugh from her lips causing Gabby's cheeks to burn with a reddish pink color as her skin crawled with goosebumps.

But as Gabriela thought of their history together, she tightened her fists, taking in deep breaths to calm herself down and focus. As if she would let Bao Li scare her off in her debut and inaugural title defense!!!

If this is the game that Bao Li wanted to play, then the Peach Pixie would be more than happy to demonstrate why the belt was wrapped around HER hips. With a stubborn look in her eye, Gabriela broke off into a sprint of her own, aiming to collide with the witchy woman in a head-to-head clash...or rather hip-to-hip...as the tan-skinned cutie would pivot on her heel and THRUST herself backward, tossing out her own Running Hip Attack right back at Bao Li, the resulting impact of juicy hips SMACKING together causing a loud -CLAP- to sound off like crackling thunder. The knockback would send both women tumbling to the canvas, but Gabriela would quickly roll to her feet before sprinting right back at Bao Li, aiming to grab onto her with a Collar and Elbow tie-up. Her ass was already feeling sore after that collision, with the Peach Pixie wincing a little as she was reminded of how soft yet strong Bao Li's big, beautiful buns were.

The hip-on-hip collision hit with the force of a meteor strike. A resounding -CLAP- echoed through the arena like a thunderclap, like the sound carried a physical shockwave. The crowd collectively gasped as the two wrestlers’ hips met mid-charge, the impact sending a rippling vibration across thir sizeable hips, people taking at least 50 pictures just to see which would get the one with the most impact from the perfectly-timed hip attacks, creating a pulse that could be felt as much as it was heard, surely waking up someone in the middle of the night....and probably making them want to eat fruits. Regardless as much as it seemed even Bao Li wasn't ready for the counter attack!

Bao Li’s eyes went wide, her smirk wiped clean as her momentum was completely reversed — and before she could brace, her body rebounded off Gabriela’s curvy frame. The Poison Apple Witch was sent flying forward, landing face-first onto the mat with a breathless, “Mmmph–!!” Her hands shot to her hips as she kicked her legs against the canvas, both from the sting and the sheer shock of being caught with her pants down, despite not even having pants to speak of. Gabriela, meanwhile, despite her own sore backside was already grinning through the sting, as before Bao Li could push herself up, the Peach Pixie swooped down, grabbing her rival by the arms and pulling her up into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The two women’s bodies pressed tight together, muscles straining as they fought for leverage.

“Ahh–! You cheating little peach beach!” Bao Li hissed out the pun between gritted teeth, her face flushed red, both from the impact and the embarrassment of being floored by Gabriela’s counter this early in the match. “You cheated! You probably hid brass knuckles in your butt crack!” She taunted back, despite clearly not understanding that having brass knuckles in your butt crack had no real way of helping, even more so considering with how big their butts were from literally having a belt that probably had the subtitle "Must have comically large jiggly shortstack ass in order to wrap this around your comically large jiggly shortstack waist". Regardless, Bao li's grin would return, not ready to let her self proclaimed junior out do her, as she'd attempt to try pushing against Gabby, looking to try forcing her back, digging her heels into the mat to drive Gabriela backward toward the corner, the crowd roaring as the two wrestlers’ hips and chests ground for control. The tension was palpable!

The Hip Attack clash was truly something for the ages, a sweet little moment that would have the fans ranting and raving as they were now thoroughly interested in what these two were fighting over. This was exactly what Gabriela wanted, momentum and buzz for her belt...she couldn't ask for a better first title defense...much less a more grandiose debut in general. And to think she would have to owe it to Bao Li. Well, she'd personally thank her for it by giving it her all and kicking her witchy rival's butt!!!

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After knocking Bao Li to the ground and catching herself before she stumbled too far, Gabby would laugh at how the Poison Apple Witch frantically kicked away at the mat in a panic. She'd waggle her hips and give them a hefty spank. "Cheating? Me? C'mon, Bao-bao, you should know me better than that by now. Maybe you've just gotten extra soft and mushy since I last saw ya, 'granny smith'~...Don't mess with a gal wielding a Weapon of Ass Destruction like mine~" Gabriela teased back, making an apple pun at Bao Li's expense while simultaneously calling her old and sour. However, it seemed like it would do little to deter the Poison Apple Witch, as that smug smirk cropped right back onto her face. Here we go. Gabriela tried to brace, but it was seemingly impossible as Bao found her footing, starting to fight back with some intense pressure as she matched Gabby's effort one-to-one.

First came her speed, now Bao Li was demonstrating her technical ability and the surprising amount of strength she had in those hips of hers, keeping herself nice and grounded as the pair dug their heels and soles into the canvas, thrusting against one another like a deer with their horns interlocked. Unfortunately for Gabriela, Bao would manage to force her into the padded corner with a stiff grunt. Her arms lose their leverage, giving Bao Li complete control over her as the Latina's back hits the corner and the adjacent ropes. With her arms raised and nowhere to go, Gabriela can only stare at Bao Li with a slight bit of blush on her face as their noses were mere inches apart before the referee called for a rope break.

Bao Li’s smirk deepened the moment she felt Gabriela’s back thump against the corner padding — the sharp sound of body meeting turnbuckle, the ropes trembling from impact. The referee’s voice called for a clean break, but Bao Li’s mind was already three steps ahead. The Peach Pixie barely had time to breathe before the witch’s grin sharpened. “Still mouthing off?” Bao purred, her voice silky and venom-laced. “You never learn, do you?”

Before Gabriela could fire back, THUMP! — Bao’s knee rocketed up and buried itself into the Latina’s midsection. If it hit, the sudden strike drove the air from Gabriela’s lungs, Bao Li only laughed under her breath, keeping her balance perfectly centered as her rival gasped for air. “You should pay more attention when you’re in front of me,” she taunted softly, “unless you wanna stare at my ass as much as you stare at my face, what, you got a CRUSH on me or something? Nyeheh~”

With a hard shove, Bao drove Gabriela deeper into the corner, the ropes creaking from the impact. Then, without hesitation, she raised her hand and cracked it across Gabriela’s face — a sharp, stinging SLAP! that echoed throughout the arena. The crowd roared. Bao Li brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, lips curling into that smug, knowing smile that Gabriela hated so much. “What’s the matter?” she teased, her tone as smooth as silk. “Too slow?” She mocked smuggly, before pressing herself into Gabby in the corner, smuggly pushing her hips into her groin, before she then took off running — sprinting across the ring with a burst of energy. Her feet hit the far corner ; she rebounded fluidly, body twisting in motion before she launched herself off the mat, looking to come soaring back in with both legs extended, aiming to slam both feet square into Gabriela’s chest with a Running Corner Dropkick!

The referee broke the two up for just a split second, but that was all that Bao Li needed as she lifted her knee with the quickness of a western gunslinger drawing their pistol, nailing Gabriela in the stomach faster than the Peach Pixie could blink. Gabby's eyes widened before softening, glazing over a little as she expelled a bit of saliva from her mouth as she gasped. Her body folded over Bao's plush, pudgy thigh, the knee sinking deeper and deeper into the Latina's soft tummy. Gabby was too busy gasping and gagging to respond to Bao Li's retorts. However, seeing her rival in such a state, the Poison Apple Witch was more than happy to help give her precious 'junior' a little wake-up call as she SLAPPED Gabriela across the cheek, sending the Pixie into a deeper daze as Bao cleaned her clock with a feisty smack.

Disoriented, Gabriela stumbled back as she was shoved against the corner again, staggering on her feet as she felt Bao's curvy hips and rear press into her pelvis, turning her all the way on as the wiles of the witchy woman had an intensified effect on her peach-themed 'junior', melting Gabriela down like chocolate with just a little rub as another wave of memories began to flow into the Brooklyn baddie's mind, sending her into a downward spiral of depravity. At the same time, she slumped over Bao's backside and shoulder, only to be propped up, a standing target for Bao Li to annihilate as the Chinese woman took off RUNNING, breaking out into a sprint as she dashed across the ring, rebounding back toward Gabriela once she reached the corner. In a blur of colors, Bao Li came flying back at Gabriela with a Running Corner Dropkick, piling on the pain to teach her younger, overachieving rival a little lesson.

As Gabriela tilted her head up in a daze, she caught a glimpse of the Poison Apple Witch mid-flight. Bao Li was soaring toward her at breakneck speed, and suddenly, Gabby felt the woman's feet CRASHING into her chest, crushing her tits as she was squashed against the padded corner with a loud -THUMP- before she lightly bounced off its surface, collapsing onto her big butt in the corner.

Gabriela coughed and wheezed, her chest heaving up and down as she sucked in air, lips quivering slightly like a sputtering engine trying to kickstart itself back to life. For a split second, the Peach Pixie felt overstimulated. Between the knee, the slap, the hip press, and now this, it was all a VERY painful reminder of how bad things could be when Bao had the upper hand...Gabriela could feel the soft yet searingly hot touch of Bao Li all over her body...the excruciating sting of her attacks paired with the blissful pleasure of her touch. And, of course...that smug smirk plastered across her face.

In a strange way...Gabriela missed this. Only a couple of years into her professional wrestling career, and she felt like she had found her wrestling soulmate. The one woman who could always push her further...in more ways than one~

It seemed like Bao Li hadn't lost a step. If anything, the Poison Apple Witch had only grown stronger, faster, and more talented. The audience was LOVING the display, with many applauding the Witch of Riffs & Rumps for her stupendous performance, savoring how Bao Li dismantled Gabriela so effectively. All that boasting and calling out the locker room, and now the Latina wrestler was flat on her ass and struggling to get her breathing in check. She grabbed the ropes, trying to rise back to her feet stubbornly, but she quickly sank back down into the corner with a frustrated huff. She wouldn't be able to stop Bao Li until she caught her breath. So, for the time being at least, she just tried to ease her pain and focus, steadying her slightly shaky breaths.

Bao Li after her dropkick landed perfectly, admiring the sight of Gabriela slumped in the corner made the witch laugh “Oh come on, Gabriela,” Bao cackled, pressing a hand to her hip as she strutted back toward her prey. “That’s it? After all that yelling and flexing? You really let me catch you that easily?” She leaned forward, hands on her knees, looking the Peach Pixie dead in the eyes with a smirk that could slice steel. “You fold faster than wet paper when I touch you.” Then, with mischievous exaggeration, Bao turned around and slowly backed up, wiggling her thick hips and bubbly butt right in Gabriela’s general diraction. The crowd roared, whistles echoing through the arena. Bao even placed her hands on her thighs, bending her knees slightly like she was preparing for a full-on stinkface. “Relax. I know you want this, you dirty perv, love kissing my ass don't you? I bet you'd give up your DIY belt just to shove your tounge in my apple pie~”

She stopped. Straightened......Then whirled around with a sudden snap of motion — and jumped, landing both bare feet right onto Gabriela’s chest. "DUMBASS, I BET YOU GOT WET THINKING ABOUT IT, NYEHEHEH~. YOU'RE NOT GETTING TO KISS MY ASS THAT EASY, I'M GONNA PUNISH YOUR TINY MINI CUPS FOR BEING SO WEAK!"

Like she was crushing grapes in an old wine barrel, Bao started rapidly stomping on Gabby's chest, standing on her shortstack opponent and laughing as her barefeet would rise and fall with relentless rapidness, pounding into Gabriela’s chest over and over! Bao pratically made a game of it, dancing on Gabbys chest, squeezing them with her toes, and to put blunlty just seeing how badly she could abuse and flatten Gabby’s breasts beneath her feet with degrading ease. “Honestly, Gabriela… I expected you to last longer before falling apart like this. Did you even train while I was gone? Or did you just play dress up and be a punching bag for your friends!?” Her feet hammered the Latina’s chest one final time before Bao hopped off lightly, dusting her hands as though she had just finished household chores.

"You better start trying, or I'm just gotta strip you naked and let everyone see watch you crawl around like a little pony while a SPANK YOUR ASS AND RIDE YOU~" She mocked turning around “Oh, one more thing.”

If Gabby didn't move, Bao would end off the first attack by hypocritcally doing exactly what she said she wouldn't slamming her ass backwards into Gabriela’s face, planting herself firmly on the Peach Pixie’s features like they were a cushy seat. She wiggled once, just to make the insult stick.

“Consider that a bonus,” she purred. “You earned it, FRUIT CUP~.”