Female eMpowerment

[BlackAkuma]

Prayuth found himself in the middle of the LAW arena, smackdab in the middle of the ring, with a big, brown, muscular ass on his face. He was sore all over, beaten and bruised and twisted and stretched, all of which would’ve been bad enough by itself, but was so much worse when compounded with an inability to breath. All he could do was squirm and meekly try to push off the muscular mound of female might that was currently sitting on him. It wasn’t working out so well.

Needless to say, this was not how he’d envisioned his night going. He’d originally come to the arena for a match, a one-on-one standard against a debuting Natsume Midoh. He didn’t know a thing about the woman, and he didn’t much need to know, really. She was some newcomer to LAW, an outsider, nothing special. That was what he’d heard, anyway. He’d wanted the night off, wanted to catch up on some of his shows, but hey, duty called.

The last thing Prayuth remembered was leaving his dressing room in his ring gear, heading towards the gorilla position, listening to some instrumental hiphop on his iPods and then…

Pandemonium.

He never did see exactly what the first thing that hit him was. He assumed it was punch, but it could’ve been anything, really. It was a hard, heavy strike, one that caught him on the cheek and dropped him in an instant. He was on the floor, and then came the kicks. Boot after boot after boot, laid all over his body. As he curled up, he could make out enough to tell there were two attackers, but he could only make out vague shapes in the dim light of the backstage area. Women. Big women. Big, angry women.

One of those boots caught him in the forehead and left him loopy, and it was all flashes from there, coming in and out of consciousness. One moment, he was being dragged by the legs through the gorilla position, with each woman taking one of his ankles. Then he was on the ramp, getting pulled down to the ring while

he didn’t recognize thumped all around him. Then he was in the ring, face up, watching as this big, thick ass descended on him like the Death Star, and then…

Yeah, here he was, face trapped under a mountain of ass. Life in LAW.

As he struggled, he could occasionally peek out and look towards the screen, before one of the cheeks covered him in darkness again. When he did, he saw what the audience was seeing: Him, on his back, while

circled the ring. Well, one walking she-tank, a blonde. The other walking she-tank, a woman with dark brown skin, was currently using his skull as her personal throne, and digging her heels into his crotch.

”Folks, I am a simple person. So I am going to make this nice and simple.” The crowd was having a mixed reaction to the woman - some booing, some just seemed confused as Prayuth was by what was going on. It seemed a few knew who these two were, at least. ”My name is Amane Kiyogoku, and my sister, here? This is Natsume Midoh. Some of you know us already, it sounds like, but for the uninitiated, I’ll fill you in - we are eMpire.”

Catchy name. Prayuth would have loved to tell them that, too, but Natsume shoved his face back between her cheeks before he had the chance.

”We came to this company with some simple demands. All we wanted to do was fight some guys. Have some fun. Sit on a few faces. Not too much to ask, you know? But ever since we’ve got here, we’ve been stonewalled again and again and again, pushed off, and when one of us finally gets a match, what do we get?” Amane paused, as if she was actually expecting an answer. ”This little shithead! Some washed-up, burnt-out movie star pretending to be a pro-wrestler!”

They were talking about him, Prayuth surmised, though the oxygen deprivation wasn’t helping his mental faculties. It was definitely a low blow, and he wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it. But fuck, he’d wanted the night off, and it looked like he got it. The Monkey’s Paw curled another finger.

”We want real challengers, real wrestlers, real men, and we want them right now. Not skinny little bitches who’ve never won a match in their life, not social media stars looking for clicks, and not fly-by-night celebrities trying to promote their next movie. Until we get it? This ring belongs to eMpire.”

They made their statement, Prayuth would give them that, even if they’d used his body to do so. A shame he wouldn’t get to see what happened next, at least not live, because he was going, going, going…