L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall only
Hentai is allowed
Loser becomes POW at the end

Astrid

The arena lights dimmed as smoke billowed onto the stage, creating the atmosphere. From behind the veil of artificial fog, Astrid emerged—her tall frame cutting through the haze. Her pink-red hair eye catching as always. She moved with deliberate sensuality, each step calculated to draw eyes to her curves barely contained by the scanty black slingshot bikini she wore—a tantalizing piece of fabric that did nothing to conceal her full breasts, and thin straps that disappeared into the cleft of her backside.

Her blue eyes scanned the crowd with practiced ease, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. This was what she lived for—the thrill of performance, of being watched, wanted, desired. At six feet tall, she cut an imposing figure despite her undeniable feminine beauty.

As she stepped into the ring proper, she paused dramatically and struck a pose—a hand on her hip, head tilted slightly, letting those watching take in the full view. "Mmm," she purred softly.

Resting on her corner, she smirks to herself as she feels confident in winning this match. It maybe her first intergender match in LAW but not her first in this career. She had toyed and humiliated men more than she could count and she's more than enough in this one. She had enough after a few loses in since her debut with no wins.

Time to change that.

The curvaceous woman's sensual entrance came to a close just as the lights shifted to the opposite side of the arena. Through the fog, they caught only a pair of bright blue eyes reflecting through the mist, before the rest of the creature lying wait within stepped forward into full view. Standing at a few inches over six feet tall, and sculpted with muscle from head to toe that was concealed only by his blue gym shorts, Sebastian moved towards the ring, less walking towards it and more stalking forward like a wolf in the grass. He had been in fights all his life, but never in something as formal and commercialized as this. But he took to the fanfare immediately, playing up for the crowd and grinning arrogantly as he stepped into the ring and set his sights on the sexual goddess he'd be facing.

She was only marginally shorter than him, a surprise but not an unwelcome one. And she radiated sex appeal with deadly efficiency. She was here to compete, and everything about her presence said that she intended to win.

And that only made Sebastian want to break her more.

It was a nasty habit of his, an insistence on doing more than just winning, but dominating. His matches would not end quickly. As he took to his own corner, he made it clear that his gaze was devouring every inch of her like he owned it. "Makes one wonder why you bother to wear anything at all." he taunted from across the way, powerful arms spread wide as they rested on the ropes on either side, the picture of relaxation as he made sure to convey his complete and utter lack of concern going in to this matchup.

Spoiler

Astrid's eyes narrowed at Sebastian's comment, though the smirk never quite left her lips. She crossed her arms under her chest—which only served to push her breasts up enticingly—and tilted her head to regard him with an expression that mixed amusement and challenge.

"Oh really now?" Her voice carried easily across the ring, smooth as silk and laced with just a hint of playful mockery. "I suppose you think you're being clever."

Inward, she's concerned. He's bigger than her considerably and that's a very concerning fact. It doesn't mean she would back down though. Clearly his more interested in her body which she can use.

The bell's sharp clang echoed through the arena, signaling the start of the match. Without hesitation, Astrid stepped forward, her hips swaying deliberately with each movement.

Then she stopped abruptly, turning her back to him completely. With a languid motion, she reached behind herself and hooked her thumbs into the thin straps of her bikini. In one fluid motion, she slid them down just enough to reveal her bare pussy.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder, those eyes glinting with mischief and challenge. "Is this what you were hoping to see?" She taunts.

Sebastian didn't even bother to meet her gaze, as his eyes were far too concerned with the rest of her body to even bother paying her that respect. Not only did he show little if any concern for Astrid as an opponent, but his muscles only seemed to flex as a way to show off for the crowd, a sign that he wasn't even thinking of this as a fight, just a way to cement his brand in a flashy debut.

Her voice was honey on Sebastian's ears, another way in which she had sculpted herself into the perfect weapon of temptation, but his cocky smile didn't falter for a second. "Who needs to be clever when you're just stronger." he shot back, still leaning against the ropes even as the bell rang for their match to begin.

Content to watch that hypnotic sway of her hips for a moment, he simply waited for her to finish her little show, neither himself nor the crowd able to look away as she immediately went on the offensive, in her own way, flashing him a pristine image of her pussy. A perfect peach that undoubtedly could work as much magic as the rest of her body.

"Going straight for the main event hm? Hasn't anybody ever taught you the value of a good build up?" he said as he stood up straight, finally making his way towards the center where she waited. Though mostly unfazed, the prominent tent in his shorts was undeniable as he closed the distance with a casual stroll, showing little concern as he openly waltzed right into whatever trap she was hoping to lay.

Astrid's lips curled into a wicked smile at Sebastian's comment, though she didn't let the triumph show in her eyes. Instead, she straightened up slowly, letting the bikini bottoms snap back into place.

"A good build-up?" she purred, taking a deliberate step backward while maintaining eye contact with him. "Darling, I'm just starting."

When he closed within range, she didn't move immediately. "You know..." she began softly. "Most men get nervous when a woman like me looks at them like this." She gestured vaguely between them both with one slender finger. "But you? I like that." She then throws herself on him, wrapping her arms on his neck and pressing her mammaries against his hard chest.

She looks up at him with a smirk, before kneeing him in the abdomen.

Only when her bottoms slid back into place over her backside did Sebastian deign to look her in the eye, rolling his eyes at her response as he finally closed the distance enough for them to be just a step apart, within range to reach each other if they wished.

The two stood at that distance for a moment, neither seeming concerned at the close proximity as they each did their best to come off as the more arrogant one. "Clearly you haven't met enough real men. Don't worry, I'll be sure to show you the proper treatment."

When she threw herself at him, he still didn't raise any defense, distracted by the ample mounds that squished into his chest and drew his gaze, convincing himself that she was still trying to seduce him. But those fat tits did more than just look and feel nice, they also obstructed his few of her legs, leaving him completely unaware of the impending blow.

"UNFFFF"

Sebastian's eyes went wide and he wheezed as the knee connected, bypassing the impressive muscle of his unprepared abs and knocking all the air out of his lungs, making him fall forward into her embrace, falling to one knee unless she chose to hold him up. "Bitch..." he grunted as he tried to recover.

Astrid's smirk widened into a genuine grin as she felt the satisfying hit of her knee connecting with his abdomen. The impact sent a jolt through her body for striking something so tough, but she held firm, using her grip on his hair to keep him from collapsing completely to the mat. He was heavier than expected—but she'd dealt with surprises before.

"Did I hurt your feelings already?" she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she leaned closer, letting her breasts press more insistently against his face. Her fingers tangle in his hair at the back of his head, pulling hard. "Poor baby... we've barely started and you're already struggling to stay upright."

Without warning, she shifted her weight and used the momentum to strike his face with a hip strike, bumping his face straight to her ass.

Sebastian tried to recover the oxygen that had vacated his lungs, but as he fell forward his face was completely enveloped by Astrid's all-consuming tits, preventing him from getting much at all. Another pained grunt rumbled into her chest at the sharp sting in his scalp from behind help up by nothing but his hair. But even worse than the physical pain was the humiliation at being in such a predicament so early in the match. It all culminated in a quick hip strike, her ass slamming into his face to knock him onto his ass, still a bit disoriented.

Sebastian was quick to recover though, getting in a few deep breaths as he stood again and glared at his opponent, arrogant grin returning as he fought to keep his rage under control, to not let it control him. "Not bad. I'm big enough to admit I underestimated you. Turns out you're not just a pair of tits." he replied, trying to goad her into another response as he suddenly lunged low, aiming to slam his shoulder into her midsection and bring her to the mat.

Astrid's eyes flashed with irritation at Sebastian's crude remark, but before she could retort, he moved fast and low, his shoulder aimed squarely at her torso. She attempted to shift her weight, to dodge out of the way, but his size and speed caught her off-guard. The impact slammed into her ribs, forcing the breath from her lungs as her back hit the canvas.

"Ah!" The sound escaped her lips unbidden. She rolled instinctively, trying to mitigate the damage, but already she could feel the dull ache spreading through her side where his shoulder had connected. Damn brutes.

Rolling away from him, she repositions near the ropes as she pulls herself up, cradling her hurt ribs. He may have surprised her with that strike but that won't happen again.

Sebastian may have been cocky, but it seemed he had the skills to back it up. In an instant he had closed the distance between him and Astrid, and a moment later she was on the ground, grunting in pain at the takedown. She slipped away before he could try and pin her there, but he was quick to follow up, standing and moving in behind her as she tried to lift herself up by the ropes.

"Not so fast dear, I liked you better on the ground." he taunted right in her ear, powerful arms looping around her waist from behind and hoisting her up with seemingly no effort. With savage force, he bent backwards, throwing her with him in a long arc until her head slammed into the mat behind him in a brutal German Suplex, showing off both his strength and flexibility as he did his best to put on a dominating show. For Sebastian, it wasn't just about winning, though that was certainly important, but it was also about showing off, establishing dominance and sending a warning to anyone else who might think to challenge him in the future.