L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It was a strange world we live in.....one where two fierce rivals who once attempted to do anything in their power to topple the other, to beat the other and humiliate them in front of the crowd. Daisuke tried his best to end La Santa's wrestling career, take away her dignity and prove to her that he was the better wrestler among the two. La Santa did her best to humble the prince in every and any match she could, the two went back and forth from Japan back to Mexico wrestling for honour and superiority. Both of them succeeded in beating in the other in high stakes and both of them suffered humiliating losses too.

However, in their latest meeting after a fateful reunion at LAW, both of them were staring to see a new side to each other. It had been a very long time since their last bitter match in Mexico and things had changed for both of them. They found themselves in a new setting, a new wrestling arena but with familiar faces. They bumped into each other in the sauna where things were heated no doubt but soon they adjusted and were more open to each other.

Perhaps Santa saw a new side to Daisuke, a more humble side and was more open to his suggestion of being sparring partners for what its worth. They had a competitive match in the sauna, one that Santa had won and had earned a dinner with Daisuke. A man of his words, he planned to keep his promise to the lady. After getting all showered up and changed, Daisuke took Santa back to his lavish estate and the two had a nice, quiet dinner- just the two of them together. They had a nice meal, talked quite a bit about the past and the present. The more he talked with Santa the more he grew to like her, perhaps he never just saw this side of her.

As the night grew older, whilst the two were having dinner and lost in conversation, a huge storm had broken out. Rain was pouring down and thunderstorms were being heard, it was time to take Santa back but in these conditions perhaps the prince had a better idea. Clad in his formal grey shirt, pants and fancy shoes Daisuke would walk with Santa to the front door but then had a change of heart.

"Wait...I don't think its the best of ideas for you to go back. Its pouring down out there and the winds are pretty rough, I don't think this storm is going out anytime soon plus its late. How about you spend the night here, I mean you have done before haha" he laughed with a smirk. "Besides, we can keep each other company and talk more about how we want this arrangement to work out right? So, I insist you spend the night here" he said, grabbing her hand and her gym bag before gently making her walk back to the living room. Maybe Daisuke did have some plans, after all La Santa's words after the match were still fresh in his heads when she mentioned about a possibility of another match today...

The entire night, Santa Tigresa couldn’t shake how incredible it felt to be where she was. Not just because of the lavish surroundings. Her host tonight was quite well off, the title of ‘wrestling prince’ certainly not being out of place for his lavish surroundings. And it wasn’t even that she, a former nun, was in such a place to begin with: the luchadora had wrestled on multiple hemispheres, for years now, and had more than earned her place at almost any table.

No, it was the man sitting across from her. Her host for the evening, Daisuke. The young man had been her fiercest rival, someone she couldn’t shake off no matter how she tried, no matter how she had fought to be rid of him once and for all. Their conflicts had made Santa Tigresa risk literally everything for the chance to be rid of him once and for all. She had her heart, her pride, her body broken against this man, and had done the same to him. Now, she was finding herself laughing along with him, enjoying a meal, even considering a working relationship …

The fog stayed over her head right up to the moment she was readying to leave, only to be faced with a torrential downpour. Dressed well, in a low-cut sequined red dress, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders from beneath her ever-present mask, the luchadora was not prepared for inclement weather. She stopped shy of the door, her eyes widening as she looked out the window. Her back went straight and a breath caught in the luchadora’s ample chest as she considered the weather outside. Daisuke made a joke about their shared history, snapping her back to reality. On instinct, she smacked at him, but it was gentle. A swat, instead of lashing out in anger. She even smirked, playfully.

“Your company?” She said, with a teasing tone. “Don’t you think I might be better taking my chances in the storm?” As she said it, however, she kept her smirk firmly affixed, playful. The jab was nothing, and she put up no resistance as he took her hand. Her eyebrow raised beneath her mask as the prince took her gym bag. She thought about calling him presumptuous for the move, and if he were any other man she likely would have done so. Instead she bit her tongue, and followed along.

“You think you’re up to another match?” La Santa asked, pushing her free hand through her hair and throwing it over her shoulder. “How many times can I leave you panting and submitting in a single day, Little Prince?” She meant the words as a challenge, but they came out with a bit of a giggle. The Tigresa even felt her cheeks blush beneath her mask a little, and hoped the Prince wouldn’t notice.

More playful than ever before, Daisuke did not seem to mind any of her verbal or physical jabs which were done in a strictly light hearted manner. La Santa's new found confidence against Daisuke was invigorating and the wrestling prince was surely a fan of it. There was something more than that as well and hints of it were found in their earlier sauna match where the two of them engaged in some aggressive kissing. However, that topic was not brought up on the dinner table or the previous conversations right after their sauna match.

Daisuke's insistence perhaps swayed Santa and she did not resist Daisuke's attempts to pull her away from the front door back to the living room, her gym bag in one hand and her arm in the other. Santa would brush her hair back, throwing it over her shoulder with a confident smirk and giggled at his suggestion. In turn, Daisuke would gently pull on her arm and drop her gym bag, pulling her in close to wrap his one arm around her waist and his free hand would rest on her shoulder, as if in they were in a slow dance. Indeed, Daisuke gently moved his hips and walked her around in a slow dance, gently pressing his forehead against hers.

"I am." he said in response to her questioning if he was up for another match. "I could wrestle you all night if I have to" he said chuckling back. "I underestimated you in the sauna match, the conditions were too heated for me" he said trying to make up an excuse. "However, I believe I will fair better in my home ring." he continued as they danced away.

"Although, you may have showered to look and smell your best but I fear your wrestling attire is probably still drenched in sweat but im sure you're used to that you sweaty tomboy" he smirked leaning in to kiss her. After parting from the kiss, he would release her from the dance and take a step back. "Santa Tigresa....." he said in a sudden serious tone, trying to act competitive for this. "I challenge you to another wrestling match, right here and now. I want us to be holding nothing back against each other, there will be no limits and rules between us. Winner take all." he said before closing in the gap once more.

"Santa Tigresa, I challenge you to a oil wrestling I quit match" he said. " I stand before you a man, a man that you have beaten before.....a man that is falling in love with you but still has the desire to beat you....." Daisuke confessed.

Santa Tigresa was enjoying being more comfortable around Daisuke. Part of her was surprised to actually be enjoying the wrestling prince’s company in general, a far cry from what their history had been up to now. And really, with her return to Japan and the few people she knew on this side of the world, maybe it was a good thing to finally let herself get close to the man who knew her better possibly than anyone else she’d ever met in the ring.

Stepping back into the living room, the Tigresa looked over her surroundings and tried to figure out what to do with herself. She didn’t expect much to come of her smart comment, expect possibly a little more back and forth with the Wrestling Prince, which she was growing more and more accustomed to. So, when he dropped her back and pulled her tight, Santa Tigresa was caught quite off guard!

“Oh!” La Santa gasped, chest swelling against Daisuke as she felt his hand against her lower back. With his forehead pressed against hers, La Santa didn’t blink. She stared up at him in surprise, feeling for the first time in quite some time as if she wasn’t in control … but not in a way that was unwelcome, somehow. It was a new feeling, and one that the luchadora didn’t entirely know how to process. Unable to speak, she simply moved along with Daisuke, and listened. God, she thought to herself, was his grip always this firm?

“Here we go again with the excuses,” La Santa teased him, when Daisuke mentioned the sauna match. “And haven’t I beaten you here, before? I am sorry, it’s hard to keep track of all the places I’ve pinned you, over the years …” The teasing was light, and La Santa still couldn’t break her eyes away from the Prince’s face. When the comments about being a sweaty tomboy came, La Santa’s smirk only deepened. She almost had another quip out when Daisuke teased her, but the kiss cut her off, taking her breath away as he kissed her, and leaving her silent when he pulled away.

La Santa touched her lips, listening to the latest challenge from Daisuke. This was how it was, over and over again, challenge after challenge. However, the Tigresa didn’t mind it. In fact, she realized that part of her was hoping for this, from the moment she realized she’d be staying here longer. What was that, she asked herself? Competitive spirit? Or just a desire to press her body up against him again, and struggle for dominance?

“Well, I …” Wait, what was that he said? Still a bit dumbstruck, Santa Tigresa wasn’t sure she had caught everything he’d said. And she certainly wasn’t going to assume anything. The challenge, however, she understood. That, she knew how to deal with.

“Yes,” La Santa said, thrusting her ample chest forward proudly. “I accept! You and I, oil … I Quit Match. As you said, though, my ring gear is likely soaked … so, what should I wear?”

Dancing their way back towards the living room, Daisuke's playful intentions were exactly what they were meant to be. Playful. However, Santa's request did not went unnoticed, whether it was just a jibe or maybe a serious challenge Daisuke did not know but the prince was glad that it came out because truth be told, Daisuke had similar intentions on his mind too. The sauna match had ended rather quickly, much to Daisuke's frustration but perhaps he could get it back by picking up a win.

"Hehe" he chuckled, realizing that he was making an excuse on purpose just to taunt La Santa who took it in good spirits. However, she did remind him that she had beaten Daisuke here before too but the prince was quick to remind her of another fact. "True, you did. I think I paid you back for that when I beat you in your hometown of Mexico right?" he said with a grin.

Daisukes confession didn't go unnoticed, La Santa heard it and was a bit startled by it. Almost as if he misheard her, from her reaction Daisuke's cheeks blushed red and he wasn't going to bring it up again especially when the focus shifted to the challenge. Proudly accepting it, Tigersa would press her chest into Daisuke's as they glared into each others eyes whilst in formal clothes, staring each other down in a staredown as they have done for many years.

Chuckling he leaned in for a quick kiss on her lip before backing up. "Well, I doubt you will wrestle naked or in your bra and panties so.....I guess you have no choice but to put those sauna sweat soaked sports bra and briefs back on. I mean, you should have no problem right? You're used to the sweat....sweaty tomboy" he said.

Suddenly, Daisuke would gently wrap his arms around Santa's waist to pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss. He would stroke her hair before slowly parting lips but keeping close. "No matter what we are outside the ring, our new working....relationship, I want us to be fierce rivals in the ring when we wrestle. I'll wrestle you all night if I have to make you say those words. La Santa Tigresa....I love you outside the ring but inside the ring....you are my greatest rival and I will....make you quit" he said, his words conflicted as was his feelings.

Santa Tigresa tried everything in her power to ignore Daisuke’s taunts about beating her in Mexico. That match had stung, hurt her pride, and the mere mention of being dominated by this man in front of the fans who had supported her wrestling career since it had started made her stomach squirm and her skin burn. Taking a breath that made her midsection swell against him, Santa Tigresa reminded herself that this wasn’t Daisuke’s fault where he’d beaten her … he was a wrestler just like her, compelled by competition. If he had rolled over and let her pin his shoulders against the mat, just because they were in her home, would she have accepted that? No, it would have been much worse. It had been a challenge, and she had failed … but that was life, and wrestling, and she had to accept that. This was where they were, now.

When the conversation got back to the new challenge, La Santa looked up to Daisuke’s face and saw the grin on it. The quick kiss he stole, making her blush and shake her head, shimmying her generous curves against him quickly, helped bring her out of a funk.

“I’d better not hear you whine and complain about it then, Little Prince,” Santa Tigresa teased back. “You do tend to be a bit whiny …” The teasing was what Santa Tigresa had grown accustomed to, but she couldn’t shake the thought of what Daisuke had said. Or what she thought he’d said. Her eyes went from side to side, as she took in the sight of the prim and polished young man in his formal wear. Had he said it? Had she wished he’d said it?

Then, Daisuke swept her up. Her head already swimming, Santa Tigresa’s body went for a spin as the Wrestling Prince pulled her in. Without thinking, Santa Tigresa’s thick hips tucked against Daisuke’s body as he pulled her close. She let out a gasp as her warm, curvy figure got pressed up against his body. He kissed her, and she returned it. Santa Tigresa opened her mouth after their lips touched, warm breath escaping her throat. When he tried to pull away, she would reach for him again, hungrily, her tongue darting out of her mouth to lick his bottom lip. Eventually, she would pull back, eyes open wide, looking surprised with herself. His words brought her struggling back to the present, the woman breathing deeply as he spoke, chest swelling against him.

“I … Well, I …” Santa Tigresa listened to him. There it was, that word again. She shook her head. “Daisuke … you compete against me like no other man ever has. And I … I don’t keep coming back here for no reason,” the Tigresa blushed. “Regardless of how I feel about you outside of the ring, I will always look to pin you down and make you submit to me. In the ring! You are my … my greatest rival. And I will never go easy on you!” With those last words, Santa Tigresa locked eyes with the young man, and flashed a wicked grin.

Reminding her of that fateful match in Mexico, where he had defeated her decisively no doubt fueled the fire burning in Santa's chest who would immediately press herself against the wrestling prince and would have prepared some of her own words to taunt the prince. Only when she began to say her piece, Daisuke would swoop her up in his arm and kiss her passionately. This time, Santa would return the kiss and would even follow it up when Daisuke parted his lips, catching him again with her tongue and the two briefly kissed again with Santa licking his bottom lip before backing up. Both of them were surprised and shocked to their actions but they went with the flow, this time they let their feelings take charge of their actions.

Daisuke would admit his feelings to her again, telling her how his feelings for her as a woman contradicted his feelings for her as a wrestler. However, he was ready to put those contradictions aside after having this one last competitive match, to decide who truly would win their great rivalry. Daisuke wanted her to hold nothing back and he was glad she agreed.

"Good, I'm glad to hear that." he said with a smile. "Tonight, there will be nothing off limits between us. I will do everything and anything I can to make you quit and I know you will do the same. However, you won't be winning tonight Santa. I will win this rivalry, once and for all. Come now, lets go" he said grabbing her hand gently and the two walked to his private home made gym.

Daisuke would guide Santa to the changing area, handing her gym bag back to her. "Here, this was yours." he said. "I'll meet you out in the ring in 15 minutes. Good luck....." he said leaning in to kiss her before leaving her in the changing area alone. Meanwhile, Daisuke would head out to the main gym area, he would open the lights and vents to get the place less stuffy. After stripping down to nothing but his CK wrestling briefs, Daisuke would gather a couple of bottles of wrestling oil and ooze them onto the ring canvas to get the canvas nice and oiled.

Daisuke

The wrestling prince would save some bottles for himself and Santa though, while he waited for her he would grab two bottles and began to slather himself in oil, massaging his chest, neck and biceps firs to get his upperbody nice and oiled before doing the same to his lower body until his body was coated with oil. His chiseled body was glistening under the ring lights as the prince was ready for his most important test ever.

Santa Tigresa followed the man to the next room. Her head was swimming as she listened to him, still caught up in a heady rush of memories and emotion. Time and again she found herself like this with Daisuke, her body pushing her one way and her mind forcing her the other way. Going with it now, letting herself follow the flow, felt good. It felt right, and now it was coming to something of a head. The Tigresa listened to Daisuke explain his ideas for the match, one last challenge between them, and she grinned.

“And here I was afraid you might try to take it easy one me,” the Tigresa said, “but that’s not the Wrestling Prince I know, is it?” The luchadora shook out her hair as she watched the Prince. “Of course, the other way I know you, is almost always beneath my body.” The Tigresa said that with a teasing smirk, and a wink. “I know you’re going to try and beat me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But don’t think I’m just going to lie down for you, Little Prince.”

The Tigresa took her bag and unzipped it almost immediately. She found herself all too eager to step up against him again. Matching up to Daisuke physically was where she was comfortable, what she was used to after all these years. It was something she almost craved, really. When he leaned in for another kiss, Santa Tigresa leaned in again … and this time, bit at his lip, pulling it slightly, tugging, before she released him. She started to pull clothes from the bag.

Getting dressed, La Santa tucked her curvy body snugly into her gear. The mask stayed on, of course. Not matter what happened, or what changed between herself and her greatest rival, she was still Santa Tigresa IV.

Heading out into the gym briskly in fresh gear, La Santa arrived just in time to see Daisuke slathering the last of the oil onto himself. She grinned, taking two bottles and pouring them onto herself. She discarded the bottles, then ran her hands up her body. She spread the warm oil across her thighs and her wide, strong hips. She rubbed it into her toned belly, droplets beginning to pour down her curves. Finally, she brought her hands to her chest. She massaged the tops of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and she rubbed the oil in. The entire time, she locked eyes with Daisuke, moving slowly as she studied his reaction. Finally, the luchadora would slide her hands off her breasts, letting them ‘pop’ forward as she arched her back, slid her hands to her lower back, and rubbed the oil in, there. Sliding her hands around her ass, the Tigresa would step in, giving him a challenging look. “Are you ready, Little Prince?”

It was finally happening, years of rivalry and hate culminating into this special match. No longer did the wrestling prince hate La Santa Tigresa IV nor it was the case vice versa. This time, the challenge was there, the intensity was there but the hate was replaced with a mutual feeling of trust, lust and love! They continued their friendly banter whilst in the private wrestling gym of Daisuke's estate. It was clear that despite how they felt about each other now, there was no easing up on trying to fire each other up. "Good, I wouldn't have it any other way" he said. The kiss was gentle but turned rough when Santa would bite his lower lip, tugging him before releasing.

After that, the two went their separate ways. Daisuke changed back into the wrestling briefs he wore for the sauna wrestling match, sure it was a little musty but the two had to make due. In the ring, he would oil himself up while waiting for his new love and greatest rival to make her way into the ring and soon she did, clad in her iconic wrestling attire with the mask and everything, still sweat stained from their earlier match in the sauna no doubt. Daisuke watched her carefully, his chiseled body was glistening in oil while he watched Santa do the same. In the meanwhile, he stretched and limbered up in front of her showing off his impressive body to her.

"I am" he simply said, walking towards her. "La Santa Tigresa, I love you but I must defeat you by making you say 'I quit'. This will be our final challenge, to finally set who among us is the better wrestler. Come......let us wrestle" he challenged her, looking to throw himself at her and lock up with her in a fierce grapple battle. Daisuke held nothing back, he pressed his oiled body against her and pushed hard looking to see what sort of reaction Santa would give him.

Santa Tigresa was enjoying the banter, the back and forth, but part of her couldn’t help but want to rush into this match. She looked Daisuke up and down, his skin shining with oil, and she bit her upper lip. She hoped that her own oiled body, the light catching every curve and tight muscle, would hide the nervous sweat that she felt begin to form on her own figure.

Instead of talking back, this time the luchadora raised her arms, and readied herself to lock up. She nodded that she was ready, agreeing to his terms. The luchadora still wanted nothing more than to win, to prove her superiority over the little Prince once again, but this time it was something different. This time, she wasn’t trying to ensure that she was better than a hated rival. Now, no matter how this contest turned out, she could admit to herself that it was love and pride that she felt, locking up with him. And perhaps a little lust, if she were honest. She wanted to be the best to prove herself, not to diminish him. And proving herself was exactly what she set out to do tonight, one more time.

“Hn!” Santa Tigresa grunted as the two locked up. The luchadora pressed her body forward Daisuke’s as they locked up. Her breasts swelled against his chest, hot flesh pressed tight together. She arched her back, stepping in with one foot in an effort to get control over Daisuke. The two had locked up so many times before, but not like this. La Santa’s soft, oiled flesh slid against Daisuke, making it hard to keep a grip on Daisuke, making the lock up attempt even more difficult to keep her grip. The luchadora gasped as a hand slipped, Daisuke pressing into her. The Tigresa lost control, then, hand slipping off of Daisuke as he pressed against him.

Immediately, Santa Tigresa wrapped one arm around Daisuke’s back, and braced another hand against his washboard abs. Her eyes widened as she felt them, giving a small gasp of shock. “So firm,” she whispered, before trying to shake it off. La Santa’s stance went wide, legs spread and her thick ass dropping low. She tried to keep her bearings despite the oil, but it was clear that Daisuke would be the one starting this contest in control.