L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Without Boxing Gloves

Today was like any other to Diana Accera - bland and uninteresting. After hitting the gym for a lengthy sparring session against a heavy bag no less, the Italian would rub down her arms as she slipped her figure through those double doors. With nothing else on the card, a casual night at home would do - one likely spent wandering through the virtual libraries of Netflix in hopes of finding something to amuse her.

Unaware as ever, that for the first time in her LAW career, she was today a target. And not of a fair fight...

Helena knew of Diana. Strong, fast, technical. Quite the wrestler and she had a reputation as one of the best. It really was well deserved too. Helena hated all that to the point she wanted to throw up in her mouth.

Such talent but not ambition or real "do whatever is absolutely necessary" type drive that Helena and her cohorts had. That is one reason she was so delighted to lay in wait.

An obvious weapon would not do at all. That is why Helena was in the hallway with some mist capsule already burst in her mouth, holding a pen and poster of Diana. Helena saw her coming and smiled while holding out the poster as if she wanted an autograph.

Once she was close enough however Helena would spit the blinding, stinging gold mist in her opponents face and begin to pound away at her head with hard shots to the jaw to begin way laying Diana!

Diana often signed autographs, though it was admittedly rather rare that she ever cared for signings or the like. If fans had bothered to seek her out for one though, she'd often comply. And without even a second glance, she'd step towards the figure before her with both hands extended, as if to grip the poster and pen alike.

And at that very moment, all vision in Diana's eyes went, as this dastardly figure before her hit her with the green mist! Or rather aptly, a gold one!

"WHAT THE FUCK..!" Diana roared, covering up as best she could, as she soon felt the hands of this assailant come to her in an effort to take her head off! Defence thrown to the wayside, Diana could but try to clutch at Helena in whatever which way in an effort to restrain her, before all at once she felt another strike to her side. Two in fact. As someone else quite literally barged into her, for a wrecking ball dropkick!

Screaming out as she extended her sharp heels, Eileen Sommers looked to damn near bust the abs of the proud Italian, as she sent her tumbling over to her side! The fact she naturally fell to the ground alongside her a price she was more than willing to pay, as Diana was now out of it already!

"My my...How easily you go down Accera..." Huffed Eileen, as she stood to stand beside her dastardly partner!

Helena smirked and looked down at Diana. "What a waste of semi-good talent! It is a shame we have to teach her a lesson like this.... although it is fun to put women in their place!" Helena said with a shriek as she began stomping on Diana over and over before kneeling down to reach out, raking the stinging eyes of her opponent before smashing her head off the ground! Helena was going in all-out brawl mode, eager to be fast, efficient and brutal in her methods to inflict pain upon the ambushed Diana!

Still blinded, and flat to her back, it was somewhat easier for Diana to cover up. She hardly had to worry about an attack from behind her after all.

Hearing the words of one of her attackers ring out, Diana tried and failed to claw at where she imagined the voice to come from. The fact she still couldn't see was of course still playing against her! Mewling out and baring her teeth as Helena reached in to smash her head, she tried as she could to extend her own hands and pull at Helena's hair. If this gal wanted a cat fight, she'd get one!

Or so she thought, as just like that her efforts were thrown to the wayside. With a massive stomp to the head, by the other woman present!

"Semi-good? I heard she's a has-been boxer..." Chuckled Eileen, who rested the foot she had just used to stomp Diana down against the side of her head.

"Haha! Her and her old hag friend are both washed up leftovers aren't they?" Helena said with a laugh as she stepped forward to swing her foot right into the side of Diana's head for a hard soccer style kick!

Helena was happy to see her and her cohorts making quite the statement again. It was a great change of pace especially after the Petra debacle she had.

Eileen was happy to take the viewers role now, as Helena, whom had the courage out of the two of them to start the attack, took outright control. Though unsurprisingly she hardly shut her mouth.

"Oh my yes...Tell us Ms. Accera, where is the oh-so-great Alaina?" Eileen spewed out with her figure bent just a little, as Diana tried to look up through hazed eyes. Naturally she could but give only a groan as a response.

Helena cackled in laughter as Diana was laid out. "If we can handle a healthy woman in her twenties imagine what we can do to an old overweight heffer of a dinosaur!"

Helena then jumped up tucking her knees in before thrusting her legs downward to land on the abdomen of Diana with the harshest double foot stomp she could muster!

"I'm starting to think we should have gotten them together. Would make a hell of a statement. Almost a shame I didn't bring my camera..." Eileen spoke on as Helena kicked up, driving all of her figure into Diana's abs and damn near making them concave. The result of which was obvious, as Diana curled up into a ball for a moment amidst having a coughing fit.

"You cowa-" "SHUSH..!" Eileen stomped, raising her leg out to kick Diana once more in her crushed abs, stopping the Italian from muttering her own words. "This is happening one way or the other Ms. Accera. Silence may earn you a easier time.." Eileen hummed, reaching down to grasp at the strong bodied woman's shoulders, before forcing her up into a light full nelson as she turned DIana's front to Helena. No doubt to give her some free punches.

Helena smiled as Eileen held Diana up. She was about to get some free punching bag practice! Helena swing her leg around and sent hard kicks right into that abdomen as hard as she could. Once she felt Diana was having a hard time breathing she would then land alternating spinning heel kicks to each side of Diana's head to make staying conscious quite a chore!