L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

After dropping her entire weight onto the sculpted body of her opponent, Grace was quick to pop back up with an intense roar. "YEEEAAAHHHH!!!! Not so cocky anymore, huh 'big shot'...?" Grace commented with a smug attitude. She was FAR from finished with Leon. Instead of pinning him, she decided to continue her flurry of attacks. She grabs hold of him and stands him back up. With a quick Irish Whip, the tan-skinned, hot-shot blonde is cast into the corner against the turnbuckle. Grace gets a running start and breaks into a series of handsprings, maneuvering her way toward Leon and slamming her backside against him with a Handspring Back Bump!!! "Well? How's it feel, Mr. 'Million Dollar Buck'~? Knowing that you're a step closer to placing those lips on these hips~" Grace mocked as she began to grind her peach all over Leon's pelvis to embarrass and tease him.

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Leon only let out a grunt as he was slammed back against that corner, arms flinging themselves over the ropes as to prevent himself from falling back down to the mat. But it seemed that was just what Grace wanted, as she handsprung her way over to the hotshot and slammed her back against his torso, forcing another cry to escape from his lips. "GNUGH!" But that wasn't the end of it, as Grace then decided to grind her hips against his pelvis, making him squirm just a bit. Embarrassing, sure, but at least it allowed Leon a chance to catch his breath some, letting some of the pain calm in his body, before he tried to get back into this.

And with the luchadora's back to him, he only sought one way of getting out of this predicament. The blonde's hands shot up and his fingers tried to dig against the masked eyes of the taller woman. Nails pushing against the fabric to try and rake her eyes, and get her to get off of him!

Grace continued humiliating the man for a few seconds longer, but she'd soon pay for not immediately staying on top of him. Just as she was about to nail him with a Snapmare to get him out of the corner, the man caught her off guard with a rake to the eyes. Her vision was hampered, and her eyes stung for a few seconds after having the man's nails dig and rub against the fabric covering her eyes. If it wasn't for her mask, things would've ended up worse for her. Luckily, she could still see for the most part, but now Leon had the advantage over her. Grace needed to rebound fast...Otherwise, she would become quick and easy pickings for the tanned, pretty boy to feast upon.

Leon had hoped for a more blinding attack, but it at the very least allowed him a chance to get back into the match as Grace suddenly halted her assault. And with her hip bumping paused, it allowed the blonde to grab onto the top ropes and lift himself up to the middle rope. And with the luchadora staggered and having her back to him, it allowed the tanned stud to get a handful of her auburn hair and yank it back. "Hope you had your fun, doll. One can never say I am not giving," Leon leaned his head down to deliver his taunt directly to her ear, before leaping forward, her hair still in hand, and driving her face down to the mat for a Middle-Rope Facebuster!

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Grace was blinded well enough and for long enough, allowing the tanned blonde man to grab hold of her. She tried to resist, but it was too late as Leon's attack was already set in motion, dragging the masked woman's head forward in a downward arc. The result of Leon's Facebuster is what the attack's name implies. Grace's face is SLAMMED into the canvas of the ring with a loud -SMACK- And so, the impact leaves the Shooting Star in a daze, causing her to see stars now. She lets out a low groan before trying to move away, attempting to roll to the outside of the ring. The situation mimicked Leon's earlier predicament as the roles were now reversed.

Finally, Leon had secured a firm advantage in this match, and he couldn't look happier about it. An arrogant smile crossed his face after he landed from delivering that Facebuster, rising to his knees and slicking his hair back with a hand. His vision then turned to the side to see Grace rolling out of the ring, letting out a small chuckle. Now it was her turn being the one in need of a break, and just as the luchadora did to him, he wouldn't allow her a chance to recover.

Waiting until Grace had returned to her feet on the outside, Leon ran backwards, bouncing him off the ropes to get a full head of steam. And then leaping, and expertly contorting his body as to go through the middle and top ropes feet first. And those boots thrust forward, to slam right against the chest of the luchadora's for a Dropkick Suicida!

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Grace rolled to the outside in a heavy daze. Her head was aching in pain as she stumbled about, trying to maintain her composure. She let out a soft gasp, her chest heaving up and down, the ringing in her ears slowly going away, and the momentary headache subsiding into a state of bliss and calm...for all of three seconds as Leon fervently disrupted the masked woman's composure again with a Dropkick Suicida. Grace turned her head over to the ring only to be met with a pair of boots SLAMMING into her chest with a loud -BAM-

As a result, the impact sends her backward, crashing back-first into the arena barrier with a soft-sounding -THUD- ...but Grace could tell you that the barricade itself felt like anything BUT soft as she howls in pain once more, recoiling from the received damage and slumping against the barricade wall as she tries to recuperate once more.

Leon wasn’t all looks and words like he gave off — he had some decent wrestling chops to him, and a fair bit of creativity to him when it came to doing moves that allowed him to show off. Such as that suicida dropkick he pulled out, boots slamming down onto the chest of Grace’s and shoving her back into the barricade, while he himself landed perfectly on his feet, and took a moment to pose, stretching his arms out. “They don’t come in a better package than I do, ladies!” he called out, before walking up to the masked woman leaned against the barricade.

A hand caught her hair and pulled it up, allowing the dazed woman to look up at her aggressor, and see that arrogant smile draped over his face. “Don’t worry, Gracie, I won’t beat you up too bad — can’t mess up all this, can I?” Leon taunted, rubbing his fingers along her chest and stomach, before wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up. Carrying her for a moment, before falling back in an attempt to slam down Grace face-first against the apron! All while the referee’s count began, reaching 3 as the two wrestled on the outside.

"GUH-!!!" Grace grunts as she is lifted out of her slumped position across the ringside barricade and promptly SLAMMED face-first across the apron. The Shooting Star's head bounces off as she stumbles back, wobbling with each haphazard step as she enters yet another stupor, hitting the steel ring post with her back as she falls against it. Grace barely managed to catch herself on it, using it as the only thing to help her remain propped upright and on her feet as her legs turned to jelly. The masked wrestler huffs and puffs, wheezing as Leon works her over, but she still finds the gall to bad-mouth him in front of all the ladies. "Puh-...w-working up quite a sweat there, Leon...Don't try TOO hard now. You might just ruin your shitty spray tan." She said, getting some laughs out of the crowd as she tried to get beneath the incorrigible hunk's tanned-skin, wanting to egg him on so that he'd make a mistake...