L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

After the elbow dug deep against Blaise's firm pectorals, he pitches forward to lean heavily against Aaliyah's back. By instinct, his arms naturally start to wrap protectively against his chest, but they don't get far before running into Aaliyah's body in the way. With some haphazard fumbling, he ul...

Of all the things Blaise would've expected Blade Uehara to do in this moment, it was not nestling up against his torso. Hands lift with the instinctive impulse to set on her waist, but he pauses - is that inappropriate? Is it what she wants? Wait, what did she ask? Oh crap, his brain has bluescreene...

Her hand finds his, and Blaise carefully pulls to draw her up to her feet. Once she's vertical, his free arm immediately loops her waist. At first, it's to ensure she doesn't fall over again. But as he props her body against his, it quickly becomes more about prolonging contact with her. Her hand is...

Blaise was, indeed, enjoying the position with her. She wasn't wrong about that. He'd achieved the dominant position over the blonde, arms wrapped around her waist, squeezing inwards on her belly. And the best part? He could potentially stay in this position indefinitely! He has full leverage! On th...

When Bengal takes her leave, Katsumi seizes the moment to fret about her room. Small steps see her pacing one way, then the other, hands lifting to paw through her hair in unadulterated fidgeting. It's a whole other story in the ring - there, she can be as mean and vicious as she likes, and it's all...

Each shot pounded into Alexia's toned stomach like a piston, determined to wear down her core muscles and punish her for her previous onslaught. And though Katsumi would've been happy to continue hammering away at Alexia's abdomen until the girl submitted to her or passed out, Alexia clearly had oth...

Katsumi got word of her next match in the form of a text message from management: the Punk Princess vs. the Cool Werewolf. She stared long and hard at the screen, her brow troubled, lips twisted in a sidelong skew of disbelief. The cool werewolf. The. Cool. Werewolf. " The fuck is this gaijin about?...

" Right. Um. Yeah. I did ," says Katsumi, a little uncertain of her own tone. Should she be trying to play host? Or be assertive? Or- aahh, why is she overthinking this!? She turns her head aside, lifts a fist, and daintily coughs as an outward sign of an inward realigning of her sensibilities. And ...

At last, a chance to take the momentum and capitalize. But if he were to do that, he couldn't really sit there and let the moment marinade. He created a pause in her flow - but that's all. If he wanted a real advantage, he'd have to keep at it. So as she speaks, he pivots over with a roll of the hip...

As far as Blaise is concerned, he'll happily take the compliments whether they precede or follow violence. He's an uncomplicated fella, he knows the sport they participate in, and most importantly, it's coming from an attractive chick. So they intend to rough each other up! It's practically how they...