L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It was a cool Saturday night when Victoria Rose stepped out of her house, keys in hand and heart pounding with anticipation. She was headed to her university not for a lecture or a party, but to collect a prize she’d earned from a rather unconventional tournament. This wasn’t your typical academic competition where students battled it out over who could build the best project or ace the toughest exam. No, this event was far more physical...and far more intense.

It was a women’s wrestling tournament designed not just for show, but to push participants out of their comfort zones. And Victoria? She had always been a wrestling fan. She grew up watching countless matches on TV, studying maneuvers, techniques, and strategies. When the tournament was announced, entering it had been a no-brainer.

Her journey through the bracket had been dominant. She fought hard and smart, quickly rising through the ranks, overpowering her opponents with a mix of skill, strength, and determination. Still, some matches weren’t easy. A few girls gave her a real challenge, showcasing their raw power and grit. But Victoria had melted through most of them, her confidence growing with each win.

The final match had been her biggest test yet. It was a wild, back-and-forth battle of willpower, technique, and endurance. Both fighters fought tooth and nail, trying to pin the other down in a match where practically anything was allowed. Victoria had to dig deep and use every ounce of strength and strategy she had. In the end, her opponent was overwhelmed, both physically and mentally, eventually giving up with a verbal submission. Victoria had won.
But the real surprise came after.

The prize wasn’t cash, a vacation, or tickets to some big event. It was far more exciting and unexpected. She had earned the chance to fight a semi-professional wrestler from another country. This wrestler wasn’t just a random athlete: she was a wrestler from another country, who was here to test her strenght with other girls around her age and weigth class! Rumors were spread, that she was a semi pro wrestler from a pub in her country, which was hosting several underground wrestling tournaments and fights, people were excitingly watching. She was something like a star guest from the so called Gart's pub. Still, her confidence didn’t waver. She figured this would be just another win to add to her growing list.

Matchday arrived quickly.

Victoria made her way to Changing Room #3, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. She caught a glimpse of her opponent from afar, a blonde girl arriving just a bit later, radiating quiet confidence. Victoria didn’t know much about her, but she didn't feel threatened. Dressed casually in a white T-shirt and short denim shorts that accentuated her athletic figure, she made her way inside.

Casual Attire

Once in the privacy of the locker room, she undressed and changed into her freshly cleaned wrestling gear. It fit snugly and comfortably, ready for one last match to close out the tournament. She stretched, loosening up her muscles and mentally preparing for what was ahead. This wasn't just about the tournament anymore, it was about proving herself against a pro, even if the match wasn't taking place in an official ring.

With her things locked away and her mind focused, she stepped out and made her way toward the ring the university had built just for this special event. She took a deep breath, descended the stairs, and walked confidently onto the ramp. The crowd—her classmates and friends—cheered loudly. She smiled, high-fiving a few hands along the way.

Wrestling Attire

Then she slid under the ropes, popping up to her feet and heading straight for her corner. Now all she had to do was wait for the opponent...

Gabriel was far from complicating her life at this event.

She was assigned Changing Room #2, and following her tradition, she entered without much fanfare, carrying only a backpack with her, and she only bothered the hosts to ask them for a glass of water and to ask them how much time she had to get ready. Luckily, she would have three hours to change her outfit, which was just enough time for a diva like her.

casual attire

At that time, Gabriel had just earned her nickname as the Indomitable Queen in the small fight club that had formed inside that pub in the United Kingdom. That place felt like a castle where she could do whatever she wanted with her lovers in exchange for a modest salary and many drinks—even if they didn't know they would be classified that way in this blonde's mind.

Over the previous year, she had received a few offers for her supposed talent, and they wanted her to sign with other federations; however, the pub-club felt more like a home where she could do whatever she wanted and get paid for being bad, while the other federations felt like... a cage, because she had to get used to their rules, and they wanted her to be a decoration, not a free beast. Never before had it been said in a more derogatory way than this, but that's how those offers made her feel.

This exhibition match, this one in Germany, was nothing more than a way for this university to get attention, and their request to Gart's pub in London to lend them a wrestler was, well, a push that the pub wasn't going to waste. The idea was so well-received that the manager sent Gabriel on the first flight. And she hates traveling. She loves new places, she loves breathing in the refreshing air of other places, and she loves exotic skirts as souvenirs, but she hates the journey. She always will, even in first class. Anyway, the Germans made her feel comfortable by not saying anything about who she was, treating her just like an exchange student, even up until the time of this match. Like a well-kept secret. And Gabbie liked that.

Of course, when it became too obvious, more than one person wondered if this silent girl with an English accent, jade eyes, golden hair, and killer gaze was the famous guest superstar, the one who would face the local wrestler in red in a freestyle match, because everything fit! Some did have the guts to ask her directly if she was the famous female pro-wrestler everyone was talking about, and Gabriel had the elegance to respond with a playful “Maybe,” or with a wink and a half-smile that, rather than calming them down, made some of them's skin crawl.

The moment of the match arrived quickly.

... With the roar of excitement from the crowd spread through the gym walls like an unstoppable tide, letting her know that her moment to meet Victoria had arrived. Just in time! Because she had just tried on the lipstick that would kick her German ass, and it looked fantastic on her.

When the announcer improvised her entrance, calling her out just as Victoria Rose settled into her corner, the British woman elegantly opened the black curtains at the entrance. She posed in the center with one hand on her hips and her gaze fixed on the ring. A habit she has had since she started wrestling. Spotting that pale patch of brown hair and red suit, Gabriel let out a “Hah!” Her face showed how excited, smiling, and delighted she was to see her so ready to fight!

ready for the match

For a moment, she half-covered her mouth with one hand, unsuccessfully hiding her most genuine smile. Victoria looked much better than she had expected. Even though the brunette was nothing special, neither she nor her body nor her leotard. Only... she seemed so genuine and perhaps as excited as she herself was about this match that Gabriel strayed a little from her character. The crowd seconded her with a roar of ecstasy. Gabriel swallowed hard to regain her composure, but nothing and no one could wipe the smile off her face.

She sashayed down the makeshift ramp with a sway worthy of a model, not a wild fighter, yet that made her look even more imposing. With every step, her body reaffirmed her strength; her skirt barely held up, trembling and swaying from side to side as if she were dancing, while the electronic beat that someone had deemed appropriate for this girl's entrance blended with her so naturally that it seemed composed for Gabriel. Unlike the local wrestler, the guest did not get distracted by shaking hands with anyone, no matter how many hands were extended toward her shoulders. The blonde only had eyes and time for one girl, and as she reached the ring, that idea stuck in the minds of Victoria's friends.

Gabriel entered the ring by planting one knee on the apron to stand on it, giving the referee and the brunette her profile, then stood on both feet and crossed one leg at a time into the ring. She rode the middle rope with seductive slowness, raising her heels to highlight the muscles in her thighs and lifting her hips to give Victoria the best side view of her body, in case it wasn't obvious that Brit wanted her full attention.

Then, once inside, she stood in the center of the ring and shook one side of her shirt collar, fanning herself.

“Victoria Rose?” A wisp of steam escaped her lips. “Nice to meet you. I hope you don't mind that I came here thinking about how to leave your country with more than just a good memory of your defeat. Roockie.” She didn't even know what she meant by that nonsense. But it was a breakup that happened years ago, when she was younger... and naive.

Victoria stood quietly in her corner, eyes fixed on the velvet curtains at the end of the ramp, the gateway to the ring. The atmosphere was hot, but she remained composed, patiently awaiting the arrival of her opponent. Her breathing was steady, her focus sharp, but a flicker of curiosity stirred as camera flashes began popping like fireworks around her.

It wasn’t until she followed the direction of the crowd’s attention that she realized the lights weren’t for her—they were for someone else. Gabriel. The name hadn’t meant much to Victoria at first, but from the moment the announcer’s voice boomed through the arena, introducing the blonde bombshell, it became clear that this fight was going to be in their minds forever.

The crowd roared as Gabriel made her entrance, oozing confidence and charisma. Every move she made was deliberate, from the seductive sway of her hips to the playful grind against the ropes, flaunting her flawless curves. A faint blush rose to the brunette's cheeks as Gabriel playfully wiggled her hips in her direction, clearly trying to get under her skin. But Victoria shook off the distraction. This isn’t a show, she reminded herself. This is a competition. She wasn’t here to admire a striptease, she was here to win. And she was determined to make her victory something worth remembering.

As both women stepped into the ring and finally stood face to face, the tension crackled between them. Gabriel smirked, her voice dripping with teasing arrogance as she leaned in close and taunted:

"Got a good memory, sweetheart? Because after tonight, you’ll never forget what happened in this country. This moment? It’s going to be captured by my phone, framed, signed, and sealed with my victory."

Victoria let out a soft laugh, unimpressed but amused. Without a word, she reached up, gathering her brown hair and tying it into a ponytail, preparing herself for the storm ahead. There would be no distractions now. She stepped forward, pressing her chest against Gabriel’s and gave a firm shove, forcing the blonde to step back. Her smirk turned razor-sharp.

“If you really think you're walking out of here with a win, you better erase that fantasy from your mind.”

The crowd held its breath.

Then the bell rang.
The match was on.

Gabriel was very excited about this match. Coming from abroad, just to fight until you conquer another powerful woman? Yes! It wasn't nice because of the trip, but the goal of fighting? That made any transfer a modest price to pay, and one that was well worth the ordeal.

She would be ashamed of herself for saying such nonsense. Gabriel swallowed hard and stuck to her role. And the response she got from her target was needed to know was that fooling around was the right thing to do to get Victoria Rose's attention.

The brunette launched into a powerful tirade about what she would do to Gabriel, how she planned to immortalise this moment with a photo for posterity, and how she planned to wipe the canvas with the guest.

It was a very poetic and inspiring speech to the ears of a diva like that provocative blonde.

Every word Victoria spoke energised the crowd, who chanted in approval; it brought out the wildest side of the blonde and widened Gabriel's despotic smile even more as a warning, like someone listening to a child trying to be brave as giving the wolf reasons to eat it.

Gabriel's heart was already beating fast. If she needed reasons to be competitive here, she already had them: a fierce fighter eager to prove herself, and that touch of pressing her breasts against Gabriel's only ignited that fire. And Victoria's push was just the final touch.

The queen just broad smile of surprise and shook her head from side to side to the sound of a silent laughter of herself. She didn't seem to take it badly at all, despite what the crowd expected. The bell rang three times just after Victoria's attack, officially starting the fight. And Gabriel just responded by standing still, biting her lips, and taking a sudden step forward to push her back with both arms!

For the crowd, it was like passing a basketball to someone else, and Victoria was that ball, and the ropes were that someone else.

Victoria could feel the electric energy building in the arena, it was like a wave of heat pulsing through the bodies of the two fierce women standing in the ring. Each shove, every taunt, only added fuel to the fire, escalating the tension until Victoria could practically feel the raw strength radiating from the blonde across from her.

Then it came, a sharp, forceful shove. Victoria staggered back, almost losing her balance. This wasn’t the kind of playful push typical of pre-fight showboating. No, this one was loaded with power, and it sent her stumbling until her back hit the ropes. She gritted her teeth, catching herself just in time as the ropes flexed under her weight and pushed her slightly forward.

“Nah...nah...nah, not like this, bitch!” Victoria snapped, her voice dripping with defiance.

Without missing a beat, she used the tension in the ropes to her advantage. Pressing back against them, she gathered momentum like a coiled spring—then launched herself forward. With speed and fury, she charged straight at her blonde-haired opponent, aiming a hard shoulder tackle directly at Gabrielle’s midsection. It was one of Victoria’s go-to moves, not overly complex, but brutally effective. She used it often to test her opponents' defense, and most couldn’t stop her. Once they were on the mat, Victoria almost always ended up on top, ready to dominate the next exchange.

If she managed to land the tackle cleanly and bring Gabrielle down, Victoria wouldn’t waste a second. She’d go straight for her opponent’s wrist, trying to pin her down and feed off the crowd’s reaction, letting their cheers drive her even harder. But if she was blocked...or worse, if she missed entirely,things could quickly take a dangerous turn, and Victoria knew that all too well.

"Oops... was that too much?" Gabriel murmured.

Victoria looked as surprised as her friends by that response, wonderful. No one expected that rough push, it seemed. Fortunately for the spectators, Rose stayed on the ropes to process it.

Vinlee increased her mockery, looking at her as if she were inferior, to see how much she could rile up that brunette.

"Oh, no! So it was too much?" She asked slowly, and lazily continued, "I thought you wanted me to be rougher..." Before Gabriel could finish mocking her, Victoria lunged in her direction!

Pushing off the ropes, the brunette sought to drive herself into the blonde's abdomen. Gabriel tensed her abs reflexively and opened her eyes wide when she realised she had made a mistake in throwing her at the ropes, taking a step back. Although the brunette German had already covered two metres to tackle her! It was going to be painful, and if that blow landed, it would knock the wind out of her!

However, instead of having the sporting decency to take it, Gabriel chose to jump at the last moment, doing a vertical split in the air and letting the brunette pass under her. This earned her a good photo of her save.

In that photo, you can see how the proclaimed Queen put both hands on top of Victoria's head, adding a little more momentum to the jump. That detail, although insignificant to amateurs, meant to professionals that Gabriel deliberately pushed the German's head down to, perhaps, throw Victoria off balance. That is something only she will know at this point. Although Gabriel never stopped to confirm it to anyone. Perhaps she was just supposed to jump higher and nothing else!

The blonde fell gracefully, crouching like a frog before jumping and stretching out dramatically. Her skirt rose and fell with the bounce as she posed eloquently with one hand on her hips and the other raised, drawing large circles above her with her extended finger. Without wasting time, enjoying the ovation, she ran towards the ropes to imitate Victoria.

The blonde hooked herself onto them with one arm and stretched the ropes so far that her bum rested on the middle rope before shooting herself towards Victoria's back!

The blonde planned to tackle her before Vicky could turn around, jumped into the air, spread her knees and pushed her pelvis forward to land on her opponent's back! Sending Victoria's face to the canvas and crushing her with her weight.

This move was a Running Meteora aimed at the back, which makes it unusual, but no less effective if it connects.

And if she succeeded, Then both will have a new photo to remember this Victoria's fun moment.

Victoria’s eyes flew wide open, adrenaline surging through her veins as she charged recklessly forward, her breath ragged and vision tunneled in on what she thought was her opponent. But in a flash of confusion, her body met empty air, no one was in front of her. Before she could process the mistake, a shadow passed overhead.

"Wait...w..where is she! No way...I missed her walking away!"

The blonde girl had launched herself high into the air, doing the splits to make the crowd be in ow! Her body arching gracefully above Victoria’s. With a gymnast’s agility and perfect timing, she used Victoria’s own momentum against her. Her hands pressed down on the back of Victoria’s head mid-leap, using the contact to propel herself even higher, while simultaneously forcing Victoria’s face down toward the ground with force.

Victoria’s knees buckled, her body collapsing forward. Her hands barely caught any of the impact as she skidded across the mat, the friction burning against her skin. She landed hard, sprawled on her stomach. A sharp grunt escaped her lips, pain radiating through her arms and chest. Around her, the arena pulsed with gasps and cheering, the flashing lights of dozens of phones capturing the moment from every angle. Her fall was no longer just a stumble, it was a viral spectacle in the making.

But the humiliation wasn’t over.

As Victoria groaned and pushed herself weakly up onto her forearms, trying to get her bearings, she suddenly felt weight crash down onto her back. The air whooshed out of her lungs as her opponent, that deceptively cute blonde, came down hard, straddling her like a rodeo rider mounting a bull.

It wasn’t random. It was planned. Every move choreographed with humiliating precision.

Now seated atop Victoria’s back, Gabriel, the girl who had just outmaneuvered her, looked like a queen on a throne. The camera girl zoomed in, capturing every detail of Gabriel’s victorious smirk and Victoria’s wide-eyed frustration. Around them, Gabriel’s friends burst into laughter, taunting the fallen fighter with gleeful cruelty.

“Nngh… f-fuck... get… get off me! I am not a horse! I am here to kick your ass!” Victoria shouted through clenched teeth, her voice muffled slightly by the floor beneath her. Her arms trembled as she tried to push herself up onto all fours, struggling under the other girl’s weight.

But Gabriel had anticipated that too. She leaned forward, shifting her center of gravity to keep Victoria pinned. Her body pressed down on Victoria, forcing her back into the mat.

The laughter only grew louder. And for Victoria, it was not just a pin. It was a sign that she might have been caught in a really bad position!

She noticed the blush that formed on the brunette's cheeks because of her sinful entrance.

The smile on Gabriel's face as she rode and posed like a jockey on top of her new horse was so radiant that it made some people blush. Cautiously, Gabbie rubbed her own chin as savored that position, and also took pleasure in responding to Victoria cheekily.

Leaning forward when the brunette tried to force herself up, Gabbie forced her back down to the canvas to behave.

“Ooowwh...really?” Her tone turned chilling.

The queen tucked her legs under herself and launched a jump onto Victoria's back.

“Are you really here to kick my ass?” She gave another ass jumping. She wasn't even getting up to gain momentum, just bucking on the cute, rude girl. “Because I thought we were here to be friends...”

She suggested the latter, taking Victoria's hair that was between her knees, carefully, delicately, and flirtatiously.

“What beautiful hair...” she whispered, appreciating how smooth and silky it was. It was obvious that Victoria took good care of her hair, or else she had enviable genetics. And while she appreciated it, Gabbie hummed a song as she bounced sporadically on top of Victoria's spine, just so she wouldn't dare interrupt her, or escape, or do something worthy of a girl desperate to avoid public scrutiny. Though there was no shortage of laughter from the stands, and to top it off, it looked like Gabriel was going to forcefully braid Victoria's hair. But in reality, she gathered all her brunette hair into a single ponytail, holding it with both hands before giving the cameraman in front of them a little attention.

Gabriel shook her head to brush all her radiant hair to the back side, then stuck out her tongue between her smile and winked at the camera lens, slyly, before doing Victoria a favour—shifted her entire weight to one side with the intention of spinning on the mat! sit on it as the brunette was lying face up with their neck between Gabriel's legs.

Goodbye to the Horse position! Hello to the Sleeping Beauty position! Gabriel wasn't done...

“Much better?..” She asked, pulling Victoria's ponytail as her legs extended, firm and elegant, wrap around the head of the home wrestler to crush her cheek against one of her own thighs. Closing a headscissor.

“Very more comfortable, heh? Are you much more comfortable now, aren't you, sweetheart?” Gabriel bit the tip of her tongue again and gave another mischievous wink to the camera lens before hugging that pretty face between her hips with her legs.

Spoiler

No one can deny that Gabriel's legs seem to have been carved by nature itself. Long, curvy, and firm. Of her entire body, that, along with her tiny waist and beautiful skin, made for a combination that Gabriel was proud of. And now, those legs were a pillow that someone would have wanted to lie their head on instead of Vicky. Meanwhile, Vinlee squeezed Rose's head so fiercely that it seemed as if she wanted to tell her something...

Vinlee noticed the blush that formed on the brunette's cheeks when she entered the ring, that intense red colour that took over her face when Vinlee climbed onto the middle rope during her entrance. Perhaps what she wants to say to her has something to do with that.

Her thighs seemed much wider while they hugged the German girl's face!

That, or he's just teasing Vicky. Secrets that female wrestlers of her style hide well.

Victoria couldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be happening.

She was always the predator—the one who orchestrated the pain, who cornered her opponents in grimy corners of the ring and forced them to tap out with a cocktail of merciless taunts and unrelenting pressure. Her voice, cold and venomous, had echoed through so many venues as she humiliated every unfortunate soul who dared step in her way. She relished their gasps, their cries, the way they clawed at her holds in desperation.

But now?
Now she was the one in the chokehold.

The irony was suffocating, literally. Vicky’s world blurred at the edges as the blonde brat, Gabrielle Vinlee, had her locked in a tight headscissor that seemed forged from steel. Gabrielle’s powerful thighs were cinched around her neck like a trap, squeezing with sadistic precision, her hips flexing rhythmically with each cruel pulse. The pressure was unbearable. It wasn't just pain...she was playing with her.

The crowd roared. They were loving it.

This was what they came for, dominance, suffering, humiliation. A one-sided display where one woman was reduced to a gasping, writhing mess in front of hundreds, maybe thousands. And worst of all? The camera wasn’t missing a thing. The jumbotron above the ring displayed a crystal-clear shot of Vicky’s anguished face, contorted in pain and panic, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as her lips parted in ragged gasps. Every twitch, every grimace, every desperate movement was on full display.

She could see it herself. Eyes wide open, then shut tight in agony. Gasping. Struggling. Her hands clawed at Gabriel’s thighs, pushing, pulling, scratching, anything to relieve the pressure, but her fingers found no leverage. The blondes girl’s squeeze was relentless, trained, perfectly positioned to choke the air from her lungs and leave her squirming helplessly. It feelt like, she was training this on a daily base!

“Arghh...f-fuck...why...why can’t I breathe! Why is it so...tight!” she rasped, her voice barely audible as she kicked her feet and flailed. “ARGHHH! Stop squeezing bitch...I dare you...one more squeeze and I will...!”

Her nails dug into Gabrielle’s skin, but her grip only tightened. Her vision flickered. Her strength was fading.

The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, cutting through the arena like a blade:

“LOOK AT THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! VICTORIA, THE UNDEFEATED QUEEN OF THIS TOURNAMENT, LOOKS LIKE SHE’S REALLY ENJOYING HER PRIZE TONIGHT!”

Laughter erupted from the stands. The crowd was eating it up. Her humiliation wasn’t just public,it was entertainment.

Shame burned hotter than the pain. She, Victoria Rose—the woman who had never once been put down in this tournament—was now reduced to pounding weakly on Gabrielle’s muscular legs, the sounds of her gasps and grunts echoing through the arena. Her once carefully styled hair was now tangled and yanked tight by Gabrielle’s grip, forcing her head up just enough to keep her airway exposed—and vulnerable.

Her cheeks were now a deep red, tinged with blue. Her eyes glassy. Her lips parted in a helpless stammer.
The only way out was to play dirty...and so she started to lift her hands up high, going to grab the blondes hair and pull it hard, trying to hurt the, at this point, dominating blonde woman!

Gabriel knew that it was only a matter of time before her opponent would stop trying to damage her thighs and give in to Gabriel's mischief.

The blows, squeezes, and alleged mediocre scratches only fuelled the imagination of the spectators, who appreciated in detail the development of that powerful hold: Victoria's changing colour, the shaking of the firm legs surrounding her like a boa constrictor, punishing her for every attempt to break free, plus the brunette's shameful expression under the pressure of that leg hug... No, there was nothing good for the local fighter in this punishment, and yet, it was fun for the locals, apparently.

Perhaps threatening Gabriel with damage to her legs was not the smartest move on Victoria's part, because the squeeze she gave her to make her remove her hands from her precious, expensive legs almost took the German girl's soul away—Victoria's back and legs arched and collapsed onto the canvas as if her soul had almost left her. Fortunately for her, Gabriel was an expert in BJJ-style submissions. So loosening and tightening like a constrictor was nothing more than a game for her, and keeping her victim in suspense was her speciality.

She developed the technique to keep her prey semi-conscious, restrained and on the verge of rolling their eyes back in their heads, holding out until Brit girl were almost bored...until they almost passed out... Until she subdued them. Like the queen she is.

The commentator's remark didn't seem to help the situation much. Gabbie rolled her eyes when she heard it; she hates interruptions, but since she still had Victoria pinned down and stuttering, hearing him was no different from hearing the audience's laughter. And that led her to the next thing: Victoria Rose's colour and glassy eyes.

The brunette looked as if she was going to turn that stammer into body tremors. Gabriel leaned over her, eagerly awaiting the moment of climax, that moment when she must decide whether to let go of her opponent so as not to knock her out. That crucial moment when it is decided whether the fight will continue or not, whether the wrestler representing this country will give her best or will have to ask for a rematch.

The anger behind that grip was palpable.

"You know... touching my hair is my limit," she clarified, tightening the headscissor. "It's my only limit.... So, of all the places you can target on me, don't touch that one, darling." She glanced sideways at the handful of Victoria's hair that she herself had taken, and let go...to be fair.

"Although... if we're being fair, I think you've already made it clear to me that you want freedom." Gabbie mumbled, going along with the idea.

The blonde threw Victoria's hand to one side and, in the blink of an eye, opened the hold, letting the air fill Victoria's lungs, while letting her use her hips as a pillow. Gabbie looked at the rise and fall of the brunette's breasts, letting life fill her body again.

Gabriel's feet rested under each of Victoria's armpits. It was impossible to know how long Victoria had been free, but Gabriel did nothing else to her during that time, so that she could recover peacefully. However, when Gabriel grew bored, the audience caught sight of how she turned her eyes from side to side in a wide, malevolent arc, accompanied by a smirk, Her royal smirk.

Her eyes fell on Victoria. The break was over.

With one twist, the visitor was on her knees and hands on the canvas! Rolling Victoria onto her stomach! Who still had her head between the pro-wrestler's legs!

The wrestling fans cheered and whistled at the suggestive pose. Next, the foreign queen delighted them by lifting her lower body above herself, raising Vicky's head in the process, and returning her to the canvas with a tectonic hammer blow!

The first hit! And the queen wasn't done...

If Victoria had not managed to do anything to prevent this move, the queen would continue with a second repeat, followed by a third, and a fourth... and so on ad nauseam with the Headscissors Stomp. Prolonging each impact so that Victoria could savour the canvas and enjoy the ascent between her comfortable knees. Even the crowd would begin to count the crashes of her face, while appreciating the good view of this combo from behind them.

Headscissors Stomp