L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Rules

Hentai match: first wrestler to cum loses.

Evelyn was in a pretty good mood that night, why wouldn’t she? After all, she not only managed to land a spot in LAW’s roster and start a dream-like career, but that career was getting some traction now that she had made her formal debut. The fans were getting used to her face and her style and the redhead felt happy about it. Mass adoration wasn’t her objective when she joined LAW, but even someone as mellow as Evelyn had to admit that it felt nice having a growing fanbase supporting her. In her time as a wrestler for LAW she could feel way more support than in all of her club wrestling career. Here people pretty vocal about their enthusiasm about a wrestler and Evelyn was discovering how it felt pretty nice to feel the public’s appreciation.

Evelyn's looks

That night, that crowd’s appreciation was going to be put to the test in a new match. Evelyn was going to face a wrestler with a reputation for her ruthlessness, and Evelyn was in for a tough challenge. The still newcomer was a proficient sexfighter but her skillset in regular wrestling moves was still a little lacking so she hoped to improve that with time. She didn’t have much time to reflect on that, however, since it was her time to hit the stage.

Making her way towards the ring, Evelyn basked in the sensation of having the crowd positively reacting to her. In her walkabout she approached some of the fanst standing in first row and let them took a couple pics that made their day, teasing them before she would get inside the ring and make a final bow to the excited crowd before she went to her corner and make some final stretches before her rival arrived.

"Oh, for fucks sake..."

Leto stormed into the locker room, already in a foul mood. Yet another hentai match? Really?

She slammed the door behind her, making a few wrestlers jump in surprise. Leto hardly cared. Fuming, she began pacing around the room.

"What the actual hell am I doing here? This isn't wrestling, it's... it's... FUCK!"

Her frustration boiled over. She punched a nearby locker hard enough to leave a dent.

"I'm Leto Nikos, Drill Sergeant! I crush men and break spirits with ease! Why am I getting saddled with these perverted fetish matches?"

Leto continued ranting and raving until she heard her cue.

Grumbling under her breath, Leto reluctantly makes her way to the ring, still fuming about being saddled in a hentai match.

"Fuck my life..."

She adjusts the bomber jacket, the tight camo bikini struggling to contain her athletic physique beneath. The cold metal of her belt buckle against her abs seems to mock her current predicament.

As she steps into the ring, the jacket comes off, revealing more of her skin-clinging attire. Leto's red eyes narrow at the crowd, already preparing for their reactions to her "costume".

"Well, look who's dressed like a cheap porn prop now," she quips sarcastically, eyeing Evelyn. "You sure know how to pick 'em, LAW." She's not alone at least.

"So, ready to get beat up?"

And there came Evelyn’s rival for the night. As the silver-haired approached Lynn made sure to have a good look, already engaging what she saw but not only indulging in the sights but trying to also assess her rival, get as much information as possible since that would be an asset for the upcoming match. The Firebird had run some research and knew of that woman a little. She was known as the Drill Sergeant and was known for relentlessly pummeling her rivals before going for the kill with sexual moves, so she would need to be extra careful around her since she would surely have better fighting skills than her.

Oh, it turned out Leto was also a nasty, antagonistic bitch.

Just as she made it to the ring, Leto made her dislike for Evelyn and that match obvious by throwing an offensive remark towards Evelyn. The redhead scoffed at the comment for one instant before she decided she had way more class than that brutish woman, so she would grin at her, raising one of her eyebrows. “Well, look who’s talking...” she said making a gesture as if drawing attention to Leto’s body, showing the irony in her comment as her camo bikini was pretty skimpy. “At least I’m leaving something for the imagination, you know...” That situation could quickly escalate so Lynn decided not to go further and wait until the bell rang, disregarding any remark coming from Leto until then...

Leto snorts at Evelyn's witty retort, clearly not taking her seriously for the moment. She has expected such clever comebacks from the Firebird. But she didn't survive the military by folding by just a few words.

"Oh, you think you're clever, huh?" She sneers, stepping closer to the ropes as the bell tolls. "But we'll see how smart you are once I've stripped you bare both physically and mentally."

"No holding back tonight, little bird. Prepare for a long, painful ride."

As the bell rang, Leto charges forward, aiming a powerful kick right at Evelyn's stomach. If successful, the impact should knock the wind out of the redhead and send her crashing to the mat.

With a swift twist on her feet, she delivers the kick, putting her full weight behind it.

Evelyn’s first impression on Leto wasn’t the best to say the least. The Drill Sergeant was arrogant and insulting towards the less experienced wrestler. Lynn was more than capable of enjoying teasing banter and playful rivalries, but the bitter ones she hadn’t experienced yet, and it looked like this was going to be her baptism of fire. She didn’t want to engage in some retort contest with Leto, but the silver-haired kept going and going, throwing threat after threat and constantly boasting. Instead of escalating things, Evelyn tried to cut things short. “Whatever. Keep talking but it will only make things worse when you lose.”

The bell rang and it became clear that Leto was good at taunting and provoking but also a woman of action. Evelyn was expecting some high levels of agression from her rival, but the speed with which Leto moved was surprisingly quick. The Drill Sergeant sent a quick but also powerful kick that got the Firebird in the stomach, not leaving her any time to try and dodge the hit. “Ooofff!!” The kick was painful and also knocked all the air out of Evelyn, who with widened eyes of surprise and pain would struggle to maintain her balance and fell to the mat where she rolled to her side and tried cupping her belly with her hands, enduring some pain she had never experienced in a ring so far.

The force of the kick sends Evelyn flying backward, a grunt of triumph escaping Leto's lips. She watches as the redhead stumbles, clutching her abused midsection and crumbling to the mat.

Leto swiftly pounces, pinning Evelyn down with a ruthless camel clutch. She straddles Evelyn's back, her powerful thighs digging into the woman's sides as her arms wrap around the Firebird's neck in a vice-like grip.

Camel Clutch

"Now, let's see how well you can take this, huh?" She growls in Evelyn's ear, applying relentless pressure to force her opponent onto her to submit.

Leto leans in close, her hot breath tickling Evelyn's ear. "You look so pretty like this, little bird." She sneers.

"You're in for a world of hurt if you don't tap out soon." Leto maintains the merciless hold, leaning back slightly to expose Evelyn's chest to the camera.

"Heh, you really should consider a push-up bra for these little showpieces, sweet cheeks," she mocks, fingers tightening around Evelyn's throat.

With a harsh tug, Leto forces the redhead's chest more prominently into view. A wicked smile curls the Drill Sergeant's lips.

Taken by surprise by the fierce aggresiveness coming from Leto, Evelyn took a powerful kick to the stomach that got her clutching her midsection while laying on the mat and trying to get some air back. Leto didn’t want her redheaded rival to do so, and that’s why she quickly was over Evelyn and getting a hold on her by straddling her back and wrapping her arms around her neck, locking a camel clutch move!

“Aaarrgh!!!” Evelyn let out a sharp cry of pain when she felt the pain on her lower back and her brain started sending alarm signals. She quickly clenched her teeth to try and hide how she was feeling, but it was quite obvious that she was in big pain and Leto was thoroughly enjoyng torturing her, throwing some humiliating remarks here and there to add some salt to that wound that was a terrible start for her match.

“AIEEEE!!!” When Leto tightened even more the camel clutch Evelyn started panicking since nothing in her previous career or training had prepared her to sustain that amount of pain. With her arms close to the Drill Sergeant’s body and being free she tried trowing one of her elbows a couple times against the silver-haired’s ribs but her position wasn’t good to mount a comeback.

"That's it, fight it," Leto sneers, twisting the camel clutch to increase the agony. She barely
felt Evelyn's desperate elbow strikes on her ribcage. "You think those pathetic strikes will save you? I don't think so."

With a cruel yank, Leto forces Evelyn's face further into the mat, the leverage giving her even more control over the submission hold. "Beg for mercy, little bird. It might help ease the pain a bit."

Suddenly, Leto releases an arm on Evelyn's neck for a moment to grasp the strap of her opponent's top. With a sudden, rough jerk, she pulls the fabric upward, baring Evelyn's exposed breasts to the eager cameras.

"There we go, let the whole world feast their eyes on these delicious little morsels," Leto taunts, relishing the humiliation. She leans in, her breath hot against Evelyn's ear.

Maintaining the camel clutch with her other arm, Leto gives Evelyn's sensitive nipples a rough pinch. "Hope you're enjoying this, because I'm just getting started."