L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Humiliation Match
Victory can only be obtained after verbal submission

Another match was on the horizon for the masochistic ravenette. Her debut had gotten quite out of hand, as many had put the chaotic events that followed. It had become less about her debut and more of the beat down that had been put onto the mutt she had fought. But Mikoto didn't care. She had gotten a good amount of pain out of it, in the match, after she embarrassed her opponent after revealing she'd thrown, and when Clair had taken her home. That had been a good night despite the blood streaming down her nose and mouth. Long as she got to hurt and her love was entertained, that was all she cared about.

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Now, accompanied by her girlfriend as her theme began to play, the Japanese girl made her way down the ramp. Many fans booed her, or rather Clair more likely, as the two went straight to the ring. Where as Clair played things up, kissing to the hateful fans and waving, the emotionless Mikoto had no such theatrics. She waved because she felt she had to, rather than to play to the crowd. She wasn't here for them, only Clair.

As she entered the ring and Clair moved outside the ring to her corner, the two would stand back and wait for this 'Vi' to come join them in the ring.

Vi heard her theme and came out to the stages and looked from left to right at the crowd. She then made her way to the ring but on the way there she gave a couple high fives to some fans. Vi then got up the steal stairs and stood on the aporn. She slowly began raising her shirt to tease everyone in the crowd. Vi then entered the ring and saw her opponent and gave a slight giggle at how short she was. Then proceeded to do some stretching in her corner

Mikoto stood back, watching carefully as her opponent stretched. There was more of a height difference than she imagined. Hopefully she would know hot to use it in their fight. She wanted to feel the pain, feel the crowd's eyes on her as the ravenette was made a spectacle for the crowd. She craved it, needed it. And hopefully the pinkette across from her would be more than willing to give it all to her.

"I hope you're ready for pain,' Mikoto would say in her deadpan tone while her opponent stretched. Though while Vi would likely interpret her words as a threat, they were more a request to bring Mikoto the pain.

Vi laughed at her threat. Then said "you better be ready to be my new seat in this match because my ass will hurt from kicking yours to much." Vi continues to stretch out until she heard the sound of the bell ring and started the match. Vi came out strong and rushing her opponent and tries to get her opponent off guard and into a bear hug.

Of course she'd see it as a threat if you hadn't followed any of her encounters. And that backtalk was kind of.. meh. "Shouldn't it be your feet hurting to make that work?" Clair chimed in from the sidelines, to which Mikoto nodded her head. Well, it was whatever she supposed.

DING! DING! DING!

With a burst the pink haired muscle head rushed out of her corner, right at the deadpan ravenette. Her guard was practically non-existent, wrapped up so easily into her bearhug. Almost as if it were on purpose. "G-gnnn~" She groaned as she was squeezed, taking Vi's full squeeze.

"well you are like a Squeaky toy. I can just SQUEEZE! and let got. SQUEEZE! and let go. SQUEEZE! and let go. All you can do is just make noise and suffer." Vi ketp the bearhug on her opponent she also began to squeeze her opponent to have her make scream of pain. Vi then threw mikoto back to the middle of the ring. Vi then ran and bounced of the ropes with the intention of punting her in the stomach across the ring but fell forward on her face and hit the ring with a Thud.

Indeed Mikoto offered no resistance while in the hug, but if the pinkette was expecting to hear her scream she would hear the ravenette moan. Masochist that she was, the deadpan woman enjoyed any and all pain. And she'd yelp in pleasure when she was thrown towards the middle of the ring. She got up to her knees, taking in a few deep breaths. She wouldn't even move further as she heard the pinkette start to run the ropes, ready for the next painful sensation, only for it to not come as she up and tripped.

Or so she'd initially think, but in actuality Clair decided to step in while her idiot girlfriend wanted to just take a few hits. This was a humiliation match, and so far the only one humiliated was Clair at the sorry dhow in the ring. To try and alleviate that, she grabbed Vi by her ankle as she tried to run the ropes and trip the middleweight up and send her crashing to the ring floor.

With a sigh passing the masochist lips, hoping to take advantage, the masochist forced herself up to her feet and ran towards Vi. When close enough, if she was able to, Mikoto would drop down into a slide and thrust her feet out, aiming a baseball slide dropkick to Vi's potentially hurting head.

Vi was holding her face after the trip she took. Vi then looked up and saw to feet hit her in the face causing her to roll to a corner. Vi held her head and tried to get up by using the corner but fell back down into the sitting position.

To say Mikoto was disappointed so far was an understatement. She looked at the muscles on the pinkette and she was looking forward to feeling pain. Not to be the one inflicting pain. With a sigh of disappointment after her dropkick hit, Mikoto came back up and walked over to Vi. Not run, not sprint, just walk. "Could you at least try?" She'd ask her opponent. If she could, the masochist would turn around and just take a seat on Vi's face. Not stinkface, not rub her ass around on her face. She just would try to take a seat on her face. If nothing else, maybe it'd motivate her to actually try something.