L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

“Over here, my Triniteers! Attend and you’ll get free tickets, graham crackers and a chance to meet bully-blue herself!” https://files.catbox.moe/lvcm2w.jpg ushered the stragglers at the back of the group, then pointing to another bozo with popcorn. “You! Do you like heroines being absolutely oblit...

Hello! Busy times ahead, but I wanted to make this regardless. Its a descending priority list, so top is my main prio and so-forth. Not that this list is long anyway lol. Feel free to pitch anything that's not here. Although I will prioritize fulfilling these requests massively, I'll always have roo...

Just a sliver off the damn cage. Forcing her way through the tension in her back and numbing of her arms. She got just a sliver at the price of throbbing headache from headbutting the bitch. Dizziness and the ringing didn't stop, but only faded slowly. They had a mindless way of thrashing against ea...

Spectre’s ear-piece transmitted audio from the room as she made an approach, rooted inside the vent. Getting the data for which room was easy. Then she need only listen to find her moment. She heard that one of them was going out for the bathroom. When they opened the handle, Spectre lined up a side...

“N-no-. G-Get baaa-ACK!” She whined, being manhandled by this fuckin’ punchmeat who caused the crowd to explode with ear-scratching fervour. Shouts developed at ringside. People on their feet, pumping their fists at the action like they commanded the beat. “Keep going, Astra! Give it to her!” "Show...

OK! Now what? Was the main thought on Winter’s brain when she was pushed back. Yuki wasn’t attacking: good. Was it? Was she meant to hit first? Is this some kind of ceremony? Is she meant to say or do something? Is she asking for another hit? Her palms feel sweaty. H-How do I help? Thank goodness f...

The two of them stayed locke. As Vorona began to struggle, her arms would part and shake from exertion, pressing them into one with folded elbows and faces just an inch or two apart. An arc forming in her lower-back. She saw Winter at ringside was watching closely, grinning with a finger hooked over...

Your proving ground or your grave. That was very true. Every time she came out before and now, there was an itch, an inkling and feeling that this would be the end of her career. They'd get tired of her struggling development even when being booked against every asshole was just 'an opportunity'. Th...

The pain got sharper. Her boot wasn't much protection, suited more for landing than protecting the shin. That would impeded mobility, much like the tendons and bone being squeeeeeeezed against the pocket. Grinding. Like trying to make two gears turn in opposite directions, catching each other with t...

The bitch metre in Spectre's head suddenly overflowed. She hit Spectre like a pungent smell. Her ribs were tickled. "BWA-HAHA... A... Peacocking m-midget? She said while cackling. It was the first time she remembered in a while that someone finally went at her vulgarly. She crossed one arm under her...