L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match type: Accepted submission match
Rules- Winner is decided once they accept their opponent's submission. Hentai is allowed, no DQ.

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Yuki waited backstage. It had been a while since she had found a match but luckily tonight she had found one. She didn't know much about her opponent besides the name Vorona and the fact that she was a tough opponent, just what Yuki was looking for but for all the wrong reasons. Yuki was a well known masochist in the LAW federation. She was looking for tough opponents to play with her to their hearts content and Vorona was the next one with that opportunity.

Yuki would be told that it was her turn to enter and she would do so, walking to the curtains as they spread. She sported a pink jacket along with a white top that showed off her cleavage and a cute black short skirt along with silver belt with a heart buckle. Her hair was in adorable buns that added to her jobber look. She would smile and walk down the ramp, waving to her fans and the crowd.

She would get to the ring and climb inside, doing a couple cute poses as she let fans take pictures. She would then go to her corner where she would wait excitedly yet nervously for her opponent to arrive.

The lights cooled to a 4 a.m winter night. A wind howl, calm yet strong. The stage became invisible by design, to seize all attention to the emerging Winter Songbird. A short purple-haired girl, covered in satins, blows, furs, feathers, jewels and a cloak that left only her shoulders and small hands exposed. She carried a tall candle, and sang to Damselette. Her hair had covered her ear piece, and expressed nonchalance to make it seem effortless, to strike high notes with the powerful volume from her gut, make it seem like a whisper, then sway her shoulders and tone gently. A lullaby.

Winter's Lullaby

Songbird

She raised the candle over her head, and her voice turned hush. The candle’s flame extinguished after two seconds, and there’s a deep click. A moonlight, grey and clear, cast a cone on Winter’s full opulence, and the larger woman behind her. Vorona. A walking raven, with soot and ash for hair. She wore a grand cloak similar to Winter’s aesthetic, but left nothing exposed. Feathers fell overhead into their moonlight. Winter looked up, grinned, and then was led by Vorona down the ramp, hand in hand. They went up the steps, with Vorona seating the ropes so Winter could enter, and Vorona followed, still keeping Winter’s hand, leaning over to plant a kiss on the palm. They joined together, pairing their second hands, outward from their bodies that touched, and danced underneath their moonlight, matching steps and turning, strafing, with Winter’s jewels glittering with each fluent toss and turn.

At the ring’s centre, Winter was dipped, hand on her shoulder-blades and another picking up her leg, putting the thigh against her waist. Their glances settled on Yuki Origang, with grins like foxes watching heir frolicking prey. Winter saw the end, the easy triumph and power, whilst the artist already wanted to boot them in the face. They were smaller. Winter-sized.

Winter was first to look up at Vorona, and she said, “Should I leaving now?”
And Vorona glanced, “Take my coat, dear.”

And after stealing a kiss on Vorona’s cheek, they stood upright, with Winter grabbing onto the coat and pulling it off Vorona’s shoulders. Underneath, she wore a strong, tight, black leotard. High over the hips, between the ribs and her waist. Translucent latex over her chest and stomach, which covered a tattoo. Fishnets and thigh-high lace-ups, along with arm sleeves and black painted nails. She adjusted the sleeves, and gave her opponent a glance through her mask, always looking just slightly down.

Vorona

“Greetings, little one. Do you have a name you wish to tell? Now would be the time.”

Yuki was still waiting in her corner when suddenly, the arena went nearly dark, turning to a night scene. Over the loud speakers came the sound of wind howling, the stage becoming invisible due to illusion to bring all the attention to the women coming out of the backstage. Yuki was immediately caught in a trance, listening to the beautiful woman singing. The special effects of this entrance impressed the entire crowd, but Yuki was Awestruck. She couldn't take her eyes off of the entrance, watching as Winter made her entrance with the candle.

Suddenly, the flame of the candle was extinguished, replaced with the shining of the moon. And with the shining of the moon, Vorona's presence was noticed. Yuki watched as the two made their grand entrance. She couldn't take her eyes off of either of them as they walked towards her and the ring.

She watched as Vorona sat on the ropes in order to let Winter through. Yuki wondered if she was going to be lucky enough to get a handicap match with these beautiful women. Her mind would usually be racing with all the things that could happen in the match but she was too infatuated by her opponent's showmanship. She watched as Vorona kissed Winter's hand before the two danced gracefully in the center of the ring as if it were a ball room. The jewels from Winter's attire shined in the light and flashed in Yuki's eyes a few times but she still couldn't look away.

Over the time that the two danced in the center of the ring, Yuki felt as though she had been hypnotized by the beauty and grace the two showed. This was definitely the most extravagant entrance she had seen so far in LAW. As Winter was dipped by Vorona, Yuki noticed the two look right at her with beautiful yet devious grins. Yuki felt as though she were a cornered animal in nature just seeing those smiles. They made her nervous yet extremely excited.

The dance would be finished when Yuki heard Winter ask if she should leave now, Vorna simply answering by ordering her to take her coat. Yuki watched as Winter stole a kiss on Vorona's cheek. From there, Winter gracefully removed Vorona's coat, revealing a body of pure beauty. Yuki's mouth watered and her eyes glimmered as she looked at the beautiful outfit Vorona wore underneath her coat. Her attire was amazing. Yuki couldn't help but oggle at the sight of Vorona's body. She looked her up and down before catching her glimpse, looking her in the eyes. As soon as they made eye contact, Yuki felt a cold shiver down her spine. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she stood there in awe.

Once Vorona spoke to Yuki, She would need a moment before stuttering nervously. "My... My name... Is Yuki..." She quickly put her head down, blushing deeply as she felt like she was in the ring with a goddess and they hadn't even started fighting yet. The ref would call them towards the center of the ring where they would explain the rules. Yuki could barely pay attention to the rules as she stared at Vorona's boots, being too nervous to look up at this point.

Her opponent had the face of a demure damsel. Beyond being small in stature, they were also small in crumpled, improper posture, and improper, incoherent and unsatisfactory speech, forcing Vorona to endure the stutters and absorb next to nothing before watching her shrink. Winter from the outside dragged a finger down her eye for a gestured tear. Such a sad first impression.

Now they came together in the middle of the ring. Six inches between them in stature looked more like a solid foot with their slouch, paired by Vorona’s dignified straight back and indignant glance. The rules always hit like a summer hum. She knew them better than the official, having profusely gone over them once settled, and belting the bookers with formal inquiries.

More importantly was the spineless girl. Vorona made two steps towards Yuki, bringing them an inch apart, then took an index finger and hooked her dog collar with a finger. She tugged it until to make them stand up tall, cupped their chin to make them look up, gave one slap to their thigh in hopes they’d bring their feet tight together, and then picked up their heart-lock necklace with her freehand. She examined it as its excessive slack was easy to lift, and dragged her thumb over the simple metal before she finally forced eye contact.

“Lets try that introduction one more time, without the stuttering.”

Yuki would continue to cower in front of her opponent, keeping her eyes out of sight from Vorona, too nervous to face her opponent. That was until Vorona stook two steps closer to Yuki. The height difference only becoming more obvious.

Yuki would feel Vorona's index finger hooking into the collar she wore. This was their first contact. Yuki shivered as the finger touched the neck that was covered by her accessory. Suddenly, the collar was tugged, forcing Yuki to stand up straight, near her tip toes. She would feel Vorona's hand cup her chin. Her hand was so soft against her face. She was forced to look up at Vorona. "Yyeh!" Yuki would let out in a yelp as she felt a slap to her pale and exposed thigh, making her feet come tight together.

Yuki winced, squinting her eyes as Vorona studied her heart lock necklace. Yuki was then caught in the gaze of Vorona. Her eyes, staring right back into Vorona's deep, beautiful, haunting eyes. She would hear Vorona's words and would try to clear her throat. "Emm... My name is Yuki... Oringang... Miss Vorona..." She would say obediently, still shivering yet doing her best to keep her composure. The bell would then ring, but Yuki was nearly frozen at this moment, open to whatever Vorona decides to do.

Her tongue clicked. She raised a brow beneath the mask, timed with the ringing bell. The crowd soaked their eyes on this close opening. Not an ounce of underhand slight or some brazen shouted insult to jeer. No strong stand off. The mood was neutral, and no one knew just what was going on between their little conversation. “Your name is… hmmm?” Vorona asked, a tone that picked up sweet at the end, teasing and almost smiling, slipping her middle and ring finger underneath the collar, folding them up into come-hither.

Then she slapped the girl on her cheek, open-palmed, quick and hard. “Are you trying to be disrespect me? That was abhorrent.” She slapped them again, then curled her forearm and used the dog-collar grip to jerk them back to bring this to the ring corner, pushing her two knuckles into the windpipe. Her leg stepped in, and put her thigh between Yuki’s own, the fishnets firmly against their shorts. “A strong voice will elevates all sizes, so quit shying. Look me in the eye, and stop shivering.” She lied. Everything about Yuki’s manner was just right. “Again. Your name.”

Yuki's response seemed to not please Vorona as she asked for her name again. Yuki was confused for a moment. Was this woman hard of hearing? Or was she just teasing her at this point. The tone of voice lead towards teasing. Yuki would feel another finger hook her collar, pulling her closer. Yuki would yelp as a slap rang across her cheek, turning her cheek red from the impact.

Yuki would look at Vorona as she heard her continue to speak, accusing her of trying to be disrespectful. "No I ju*" Yuki would be interrupted with another slap across the face. She would then be shoved into the nearest ring corner. Yuki would gulp as she felt Vorona's knuckles pressing against her wind pipe, making it slightly difficult to breathe.

Yuki then felt Vorona's thick thigh, going between her own, pressing against her covered crotch. She would listen as Vorona gave her advice, claiming that she should make her voice stronger in order to elevate her presence, telling her to quit being shy, look her in the eye and to stop shivering. It took Yuki a moment, trying to breathe slowly but with the knuckles against her neck, it was difficult.

Vorona once again asked for her name. Yuki would try to say it as calmly as she could. "Yuki... Oringang... Miss... Vorona... She said in her best attempt to say it normally, straining as she was already put in a very vulnerable position so early in the match.

Expression is the culmination of a person. All forms can be acknowledged, processed and evaluated by an artist’s eyes. Words hold a special place, to connect one person to another without a touch. And she listened, carefully, to the syllables, the accent and the pauses. The strain was so naked, but they formed up a healthy mask made of stitches. She cupped their cheeks with both hands, with her wrists along the jawline near the chin, her fingers stretched over the cheekbone and thumbs brushing underneath their bottom lip. “Much better. That wasn’t so hard, right?”

Her smile had a gentle lopsidedness, and Vorona relaxed the knee between their legs, bringing the second closer to stand up tall. The subtle cup of their face was used to tilt their face up, stare over her chest and look Vorona directly in the eyes. “You are one of my first encounters, so that means I need a satisfactory effort from you. That won't be a problem, right?” Though, judging by this situation. She assumed not, and that was just fine. Vorona’s smile turned dull, and she judged them, “Try breathing with me. In through the nose.” Vorona inhaled audibly through her nose, “Hold it. Control yourself. Relax your back. On the count of three, let it go, slowly. One… Two… Three.”

Vorona stopped blinking during that period, watching them, for every nose twitch to how their lips moved to get proper breathing form. Then, if they followed instructions and timed their exhale with hers, or even if not, Vorona would pull back her knee then shoot it directly for their cunt, keeping it there, then let go of them and say coldly, “Incorrect.”

Yuki's face would be studied by Vorona as if it were an object. She felt her cheeks being cupped with both hands, wrists along her jawline, fingers stretching over her face as her thumbs brushed under her bottom lip. The touch seemed intimate to most but again, it was as if her face was a canvass for Vorona to study, figuring out what she would do with it. Yuki finished saying her name, and Vorona seemed to approve this time.

She saw a smile on Vorona's face, that was a relief. She felt Vorona's stiff thigh relax between her thighs. Yuki was then forced to stand up taller, being forced to look up and stare over her chest and into Vorona's eyes. She heard Vorona tell her that she was one of her first encounters, so she would need satisfactory effort from her, followed by asking for reassurance of that.

Yuki would try to nod, stiff still within Vorona's grasp, although her eyes were submissive and basically said that she was willing to do whatever Vorona told her already. The smile on Vorona's face turned dull. Yuki could feel the judgment from Vorona. Her eyes sliced through her like a slow yet sharp knife.

Yuki was still breathing nervously, unevenly, as if she were hyperventilating in the presence of her opponent. Vorona seemed to notice, telling her to try and breathe with her. She heared Vorona's audible inhale. Yuki would attempt to do so, breathing in through the nose. Her nostrils flared, getting bigger as she breathed in, eyes looking worried and innocent. After the inhale. Vorona gave her more instructions. Yuki would hold it, attempting to control herself. She would try to relax her back. She would hear Vorona start counting to three. Vorona seemed to be watching Yuki, studying every single feature of her face. It made Yuki even more nervous.

Yuki did her best to breathe along with Vorona but her breath was shaky. Without warning, Vorona pulled back her knee before shooting it back, launching the tip of her knee right into Yuki's sex, keeping it there in place, pressed hard against the soft and sensitive area. "GLGHUUGHH!!!" Yuki let out in a pained cry as her eyes shot open wide, her pupils dilating and shrinking to pin points as the instant pain rushed through her body and into her crotch. She would then be released and fall to the mat, clutching her crotch and whining and gasping for air in a pathetic manner. She heard Vorona state the single word "Incorrect." Yuki was in severe pain already but her masochism was already starting to show as her crotch became slightly wet. She was thankful she was wearing shorts for now.

Collapsed under the weight of their own struggle. How beautiful. She can only look on without much to express. In fact, she kept her head straight like they never fell, and gave them a glance as they whined, clutched and stewed on the ground. Her neck rolled, along with her shoulders. “If you can control your breathing, then you can control when and how you scream. And if you can control that, you wouldn’t appear so vulnerable. Like now.”

Vorona took the sole of her boot, placed it on their forehead and shoved them back towards the corner. “Pull yourself together. Get up.” But right after her command, she took her boot sole and smothered it against Yuki’s face, grinding the heel and hoping to pin their head against the turnbuckle pad. “Come on. Get up.” And she stomped on Yuki’s face. It had about a quarter strength behind it, then continued to grind her sole for a second longer, and stomped again at half power. “You useless unloved little girl.”