L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Back in the room, Madeleine had stumbled on her way to her walk-in closet—the certain first-stop on her way to whatever came next. Her insides felt like a live-pinball machine, and Miss Citronelle was not the player in charge. "Blgh..." First step, dear— The first step had to be the closet. Charlott...

Do it, she said, and it was like a ghost wanted to seize Shimmer's hand and thrust . Maybe I will, fuck-face. And she did press harder—hard enough to see the skin split and a drizzle of blood crawl down her cheek. But then ice hit her veins, and she imagined what the tongue would look like sliced di...

Crrrrrrunch goes booze-brain's whole fucking face. Angie dearest started going off , hollering and flailing like there were coals between her toes. Did she feel good? She felt fucking everything. The way every heartbeat was another moment for Angelina to pull the other knife. The way her shoulder wa...

Drip drip, Shimbo. The fairy had sprung a leak. As she tumbled across the room blindly, her blood seeped down her chest. A whole nest of squirming, pinching thoughts crawled at the back of her mind. How much are we losing? There gonna be nerve damage? How fucked is the muscle? And didn't your Ma ev...

When Shimmerlace thought about stabbing , she imagined something like shoving a blade through jell-o. THUNK. In it goes, up to the hilt. But a real human body has gristle, especially on the shoulder where Shimmerlace got hit. The blade had to punch through layers of skin, fat, and muscle, raking thr...

Well—she didn't have shit to say to that, and the longer she didn't have to shit to say, the more her cheeks prickled. She felt like a lagoon whose waters were draining after some cunt popped out the drain plug. I wasn't sucking at her tit. I mean—yeah. She took the goodies Mads put on offer. Sure. ...

"Welllll I don't wanna take too much credit." She was wise enough to know that " thanks to you " was no compliment, but fuck it. She smiled like she was getting her first invitation to prom. "You had her going yap yap yap in the ring, right? I imagine the transformation from cuntess to wee bitch wa...

Eyes on me, sweet. One last tug, and Madeleine's arm slipped free from under Yifei. She kissed, slipped her hand between her legs, found the Soraya, and— She ripped it out of her. It was slippery and hot and she lost her grip and the toy went flying across the mat. But—no time for regrets. Madelein...

"Good God , that's what I call SMOLDER. CONFIDENCE! Yifei is eating her alive–and it's finger-licking good!!" What god did Madeleine offend to have 'talent' like this commentating...this? "But wait—WAIT IS SHE GOING FOR IT? OH SHE'S GOING FOR THE SORAYA! Folks, this could be over—this could be over...

Golden County says the little minx, so coy. So precious. Her head—if her head could just. Stop. Pulsing. Were these hot flashes? They hit her like waves. The sound of the crowd roiling over her... ...Even thinking about it made her blush and sweat. Oh, but why avoid it Madeleine? Aren't you suppose...