L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Inside a nightclub in Japan, the sound of a ring set up in the centre kept echoing. Accompanied by muffled moans and stammered cries just before climax.

So another girl was slid through the ropes, about to land face-first on the padded floor at ringside. Another girl tried her luck, only to pass out at the 2:30 mark from a kiss, then beg for mercy, afraid she was about to fall in love and get wet like a fool in that ring.

The devilish girl would have loved to have that space all to her show in just three colours. She imagined her logo, printed in neon ink, stamped in the centre of this makeshift ring. The corner pads in fuchsia. The posts in ivory white, and the rest of the place in black. The canvas could be a shade of grey for contrast…

But she’d had to share those spaces with the madman from the other brands who’d backed her after her entertaining first episode with the idol. She still hated her. And now, in the present, the Third Queen. The Pinkette. The blue-blooded lady with a thousand eloquent adjectives to her name was straddling the chest of another loser who’d also been lucky enough to savour her lips—she end up overwhelmed by the lust of that Royal Pinkette.

So this lucky girl lay on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling, gasping for breath with tears in her eyes. But ViVi clasped her hands over her mouth, as if sealing the pin.

One!… Two!… Three! She’s out!

Ding!

The sound of the digital bell. The favourite sound of every capricious heel. She’d just sent another girl packing.

The referee held out a hand for her to take so he could help her up. They’d rehearsed this several times, but she was getting a little tired of repeating the same routine over and over.

Still, it was easy work. But It was no great achievement for ViVi to crush so many pushovers. After all, she was taking on anyone willing to challenge her, and practically no one was genuinely interested in beating her. Even so, that was the point of this chapter of the *ViVi’s Condescension*: to see how many would try their luck against her Kiss.

She also wanted to get closer to the audience and show them that she wasn’t just a pretty little devil with a gorgeous bum and silky-smooth skin, dressed in a lovely, tight-fitting two-piece gear set, and all cute and everything else that fed her vanity.

Once on her feet, ViVi swayed her as she strutted past the dazed nerd. She even dared to step on her, knocking the wind out of her. ViVi sauntered over to the ropes, turned gracefully, and leaned back against them, one arm draped over the ropes and a microphone in the other.

“Well, well. Anyone else want to come up?” she remarked, swinging the microphone behind her with a hint of hesitation. She was putting on an act.

She rolling her eyes as she let the clamour of the front-row spectators answer for her. She was buying time while some of her goons dragged the girl in the nylon maillot out of her ring.

So...

“I’m bored!! Isn’t there anyone who wants something other than just using me?” she added, playing the victim.

She know full well why they were climbing into the ring. And now that she’d made that clear, she could take a chance and bet big. After all, shame is a powerful motivator for the masses.

“I don’t know… Is there anyone who wants to give it a go before claiming the reward? Anyone else… daring? Because I’m interested in striking a deal with some brave soul… if they can bring me a different proposal that I might accept.”

ViVi gear tonight

Sandy Bash pulled on Wendy's wrist, yanking open the door to the seedy-looking club. Loud music pulsed from within, mixed with raucous cheers and wolf whistles. The bouncer barely glanced at them as they slipped inside, thinking they are wrestlers which they are totally are.

"This'll be fun, trust me!" Sandy called over the sound, her voice dripping with excitement. Wendy sighed heavily as Sandy dragged her along.

"Ugh, fine, we can check it out...but I'm not promising anything," she muttered, her voice low and sulking beneath her mask.

Wendy's blonde hair bounced as she led the way, weaving between gyrating bodies towards the center where a wrestling ring dominated the space.

As they wove through the crowd, Wendy couldn't help but feel out of place. She's not really into crowded areas. She can perform in front of a crowd but put her in one? No way.

As they approached the main attraction, Sandy froze mid-step. In the ring stood none other than ViVi herself, looking smugger than ever as she surveyed the crowd.

Oh no. Sandy's gonna pull something.

Sandy's eyes had lit up as she spotted ViVi preening in the ring. Without warning, she leapt forward, vaulting onto the apron with a wild grin. She pointed dramatically at the pink-clad villainess.

"You there, the evil sexy lady! Your reign of terror ends tonight, evildoer!"

Her voice rang out across the room, drawing jeering catcalls and applause. Some folks recognized the Blue Star Mask. Others thought it was part of the show.

Nearby, Wendy groaned audibly in her hands.

ViVi strode around the ring, trying to emphasise her intentions with every step. She also wanted to make the most of those precious pauses between sentences to make her challenge as enticing as possible. It was very important to her.

This was her chance to get the bad taste of her first episode out of her mouth. She had plans for her career, after all; but just as she was about to say the next thing—the words that would capture everyone's attention—a woman stepped onto the apron and spoke, pointing at her. She caught ViVi's eye. It was brief, but it was enough to steal her moment.

The beautiful girl wore a blue mask with a star. She was blonde, with a figure blessed with generous curves that bounced with even her slightest movements. ViVi had barely paused to glance at her out of the corner of her eye when she noticed that everyone was already staring at the daring blonde's breasts.

The pinkette masked her envy with an expressionless glance over her shoulder, keeping her eyes on the woman who'd dared to interrupt her.

The blonde wasn't half bad. It would be nice to break her down until she was drooling and trembling. But… she was missing something.

ViVi decided to break the ice. “Hm… thanks for calling me sexy.” That earned a few laughs. “But I'm not looking for any more jobbers.” Then she turned her thoughts to how to get rid of the girl.

After saying that, she curled her lips into a condescending half-smile. She even shifted her weight subtly from one foot to the other, as if to show that she hadn't meant to offend the masked stranger. In truth, though, that had been precisely her intention. She wasn't about to let anyone steal her thunder again.