L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

”Asp!” The referee moved around Naga’s towering form, taking care not to get too close as she checked on the withering fighter. ”Asp, can you continue?”

On paper, it might have seemed like a silly thing to ask - the torture rack was such a common move these days, used by so many women in LAW, that it scarcely ranked above the Boston Crab and the Camel Clutch in terms of actually garnering a submission. It hurt, yes, but rarely enough to end a match. Most often, the woman applying the hold didn’t have the strength to maintain it for too long or to bend their foe properly, and they gave up after coping a feel.

This wasn’t the case with Naga, unfortunately. She had more than enough power to keep Asp on her shoulders for as long as she wished and make that time agonizing. Yes, Asp had the flexibility to take such a hold and not have her spine break, but that was a small mercy with the agony she faced. She didn’t blame the referee for worrying, given the almost inhuman way her body was building and the absolute horror show playing out - the wise move would’ve been to surrender. But then again, if Asp had been concerned about doing the wise thing, she wouldn’t have called out this brute in the first place.

Besides, she had the distinct impression that submitting wouldn’t have ended this nightmare. They were past that point, and it would only grow worse.

As if to confirm her fears, Naga suddenly hurled her off, sent her flying and let her come down for a hard crash on her knee, nearly bisecting her on impact. She cried out at first, then those cries turned to whimpes as her foe kept her place, leaving her draped along her knee as she languished. She feebly tried to push away that hand exploring her body, but didn’t have the power to do anything else but writhe, utterly helpless under Naga’s assault.

She was shoved off and continued to roll, letting the momentum take her out of the ring. She fell to her knees outside, then hurriedly pushed up to her feet and stumbled to the barricade, where she draped her arms and leaned for support. Sweating, heaving, she did her best to catch her breath and recover. More than anything, she needed to think - there had to be some way to turn this around, but her mind was in to much of a hazy panic to ferret out the proper answer.

The chase continued...

Naga's expression was stoic, impassive, but there was something about her eyes that spoke volumes... the smile that should have been on her lips was contained within her eyes. Asp was wise to evacuate the ring, buying her precious time to endure the aftershock of the punishment she received and give her time to recover precious air. She might have been able to have a moment to compose herself too, but Naga would not allow her that much. Already the taller monstrosity of a wrestler was slipping through the ropes to join Asp on the outside, watching the red haired beauty through her own unkempt and dark fringe. Her body glistened slightly from the workout, a small sign that Naga was indeed exerting herself... but beyond that she still looked capable with no other sign of fatigue.

If it was not for her frightening nature, Naga would have been quite an alluring creature. Proud and strong, there were many features upon her that could captivate. Her face was angelic, her body well sculpted and looked after. Even her unusually pale skin and gothic like makeup gave off a sense of allure. However, Asp already knew the dark nature of this monster. She was the Baroness' sister, but she did not share the same respect for Asp as her white haired sister did... instead she saw Asp as a possession, something to be owned and worse... something to be played with. It was hard to know that Naga actually did possess a fondness for Asp, she was truly intoxicated by her beauty and being, but Naga had no real way of expressing her desires, only knowing how to take what she wanted.

That was what she was doing right now. She paced after Asp, the ref's slow count nothing but white noise along with the distain of the crowd as they roared out their anger in support of their champion. Naga kept a constant pace, her walk slow, her presence intimidating. Her hair had begun to fall over her eyes, half concealing the hunger within those blue orbs of hers. This was a game Naga had longed for, and she was in no haste to rush the chase... she wanted Asp to run... simply because she knew Asp had nowhere to go but back into the ring, where the game would slowly reach its inevitable conclusion.

Asp had spent an entire night in Naga’s clutches. The woman had crushed in ways that she hadn't thought possible. It was a testament to her strength that, even though she had been under the thumb of the infamous Baroness not long before, her older sister’s clutches had not left her anywhere so winded, that those steely thighs had made for a more sufferable experience than those unflinching arms. The crunching of bone, the bending, the breaking, were all still fresh in Asp’s mind.

Yet, despite all that, she still found herself amazed by her opponent’s massive strength. More and more, she was coming to realize the grave mistake she had made here. She needed to recuperate, to make some space, to take a few seconds and think of some semblance of a plan.

These were not luxuries that Naga was keen to give, however. Asp looked over as she languished on the barricade, and dismay took over as she saw her torturer closing in once more, approaching her with an unflinching stride.

Move. Asp had to move. As much as it stung her body and pride, she forced herself away from the barricade and stumbled away, reclaiming her strength as she moved. The fans supported her, tried to push her into taking a stand, but the events in the ring had shown how foolish that was. This was not an opponent she could take head-on. She needed an edge, she needed surprise. She needed something, anything, her foe would not see coming. What was it they said? Necessity was the mother of invention.

She rounded a corner, then ran, scrambling up on top of the barricade. She looked over her shoulder, waiting for the moment that Naga came around, then launched herself into space with a backflip, soaring through the air in a moonsault, a wild attempt to catch her implacable foe off guard.

Asp moved with perfection, leaping upwards in a single stride, revealing her deft and agile abilities much to the delight of the crowd. Standing barefoot on the barricade with excellent balance and precision, the crowd popped loudly as Asp managed to throw her alluring form back to a flip of perfection. The arch of her back, the positioning of her arms and legs were all to the merit of a fantastic moonsault. The show was short lived, along with the ovation from the crowd when Naga regrettably managed to position herself in such a way that Asp landed stomach first upon her shoulder. Massive arms enveloped around Asp's torso to prevent her from falling or escaping, as Naga caught her mid-air.

Wasting no time, the heavyweight gothic nightmare rushed, before slamming Asp in brutal fashion against the nearby turnbuckle from the outside. Such was the intensity of the slam that Asp sprawled into a C like shape around it, before collapsing against the edge of the ring. By now the crowd were in full swing, their rage very clear towards the brutality of the sister of the Baroness. It was all mere white noise to the black haired beauty, who grasped at Asp as she lay at the foot of the turnbuckle, grasping at one of her bare ankles, before reaching around to grasp her at her chin. In a sickening display, Naga had Asp positioned in such a way that when she pulled her chin and ankle, Asp was brought to the turnbuckle once more, her spine near curving around it as she was pulled into another devastating backbreaking hold!

The ref began to shout out loud, waving her arms and telling Naga off... but she did not listen, simply pulling hard, enjoying the sight of Asp in her anguish and her body in its strain. The referee paused her count out, beginning a fresh one, looking to count towards disqualification... however, much to the chagrin of the watching crowds, it was far too slow for their liking, warranting a rare smile from Naga as she realised she had all the time in the world. With another pull, Naga looked to alicit another scream from her prey, enjoying the sight of her contorting midriff as she pulled on her ankle and chin.
"<Scream for me... Beg for me..>" Naga whispered in a seductive and sultry tone within her own language. She wanted to relive that night when Asp pled for her wellbeing, and begged for release.

Asp had not been on the LAW roster for a long time, so she doubted that the crowd truly realized the significance of what she was doing. While she was agile, she would never define herself as a ‘high-flyer’, preferring to keep her matches on the ground whenever possible. Kicks and submissions were her bailiwicks, not dizzying displays of daring dramatics, and she would’ve been happy to go her entire LAW career without taking to the air.

From this day on, that would be the case. It would be a long time before Asp tried an aerial attack again, which would be a large part of why.

She knew that Naga was strong, only a blind man could doubt that, but she did not truly understand how strong she was until the woman caught her in mid-air with nary a problem, barely even moving on the contact. It was a marevlous feat, but Asp was too busy being horrified to appreciate it. She could guess what was coming next.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she was rammed against the turnbuckle, hammered hard against the unforgiving steel with a blow so strong it shook the ring. She fell into a broken pile, crying in anguish, but her suffering had only begun. She wasn’t even allowed the luxury of languishing in peace as Naga wrapped her around the turnbuckle and began to pull, pull, pull at her arm and ankle, contorting her into an inhuman shape.

While Asp’s command of the French language was limited, she could make out enough words to get the general gist, even as she shrieked. As much as it loathed her to give this woman what she craved, there was little she could do to fight the natural reaction - Naga wanted screams, and she gave them, with her wails growing louder with every inch her body was bent into. The best she could do was cover her mouth with her free hand, trying her best to muffle her voice and deny Naga of something.

An expression of twisted and dark delight washed over Naga's features, a small smile managing to manifest upon her dark lips when Asp could no longer deny her. The screams made her shudder, whilst Naga pinched the side of her lip firmly with her teeth. Gazing upon the contorted form of Asp was everything she longed for, seeing her back fold back in a manner in which it was not truly designed, whilst Asp's expression was awash with agony. Naga watched with the greatest of interest as her spine arched, her midriff strained whilst her toes curled and her head was forced right back to where her feet almost touched it. The watching audience was raging, letting their thoughts be heard as they screamed and bellowed their disdain for Naga's antics.

The sister of the French Tyrant did not even acknowledge it, her focus entirely upon her prey, her crush. This was only a part of the fantasy being lived out... Dominique wanted more, she wanted Asp to beg, like she had that night the two shared together. To hear those whispers of desperation, those pleas for release when Naga constricted her intoxicating core with her frighteningly powerful embrace. The night would not be complete without that... and Naga was confident she would have her ambitions come to fruition as the match went on. As the count continued to increase, Naga realised it was time to relent her back shattering hold upon Asp, releasing her ankle before pulling her hand from Asp's chin. In the process however, she pulled away Asp's headpiece in a rough fashion, before pulling at the braid within her hair in an attempt to let that gorgeous red hair flow freely.

It was then Naga would slip into the ring when the referee resumed her count out, managing to get to 9 before Naga was finally back into the ring. The heavyweight menace had been in no rush, taking her time with her movements, caring little that it gave Asp time to recover. In truth, it also allowed Asp to wallow in despair, no doubt the smaller beauty was running out of options, and Naga was all too keen to see what her crush would try and do to change the situation. Everything she had tried to far had failed, no doubt planting seeds in her head that there was simply no winning this match. Naga took her time, standing a few feet from Asp, watching her body writhe and struggle, enjoying the glisten that developed upon her exposed and flawless skin. The referee began to shout warnings to Naga, but like the crowd it was mere white noise, as Naga's focus remained upon Asp at all times... a dark look befalling her pale eyes.

”I will not…I will not…”

Asp repeated the words like a mantra, even as her eyes watered and her clothes grew damp with perspiration. She knew precisely what Naga wanted from her, had grown far more familiar with her perverse desires than she would’ve liked during their time together. It wasn’t enough for this woman to beat someone - if that were the case, she could’ve satisfied her lust on any of the maids around her sister’s compound, of which Asp had seen many. She didn’t doubt for a second that any of them would’ve been her willing chew toy, that they would’ve let her crush them to her heart's content.

No, Naga didn’t just want to crush her body, but her spirit. She wanted submission, subjugation, to turn Asp into a weary, weeping mess. She wanted her to beg, and the Egyptian beauty refused to give that to her again.

At least, that was what she told herself as a comfort. However, as her body was bent back, the idea of holding onto her morals grew less appealing.

The latest round of excruciating torture ended after nine seconds that felt more like nine hundred. Asp sagged as the brutish woman released her came back into the ring, and looked up through her freed hair at the monster she was facing. Having all that hair in her vision was an annoyance, especially considering the arduous process of getting it that way daily, but it was the least of her problems.

Huffing, she glared at Naga for a moment before she reached up and grabbed the rope, using it for support as she made her way back up. It was a slow process, with her nearly falling halfway through, but she managed by some miracle and put both of her feet on the floor for what little good that would do.

”You-” She gasped and staggered forward, heading towards her foe, a mouse going straight off the serpent’s maw. ”I will not…I will not beg. I won’t. I won’t.” She stumbled over to her foe and threw out a rough, sloppy punch at her chest, one that wouldn’t have impressed a rookie wrestler on her first day.

"... yes..." Was Naga's impassive response, watching as Asp's strike all but bounced off her chest. It left a small string, but Naga did not so much as flinch as Asp almost did herself more damage when she stumbled back from the strike and near lost her footing she had worked so hard to gain. Naga reached and grasped at Asp's top before she could fall back, pulling her to bring her closer to her, so that their bodies would come into contact. The notion of it brought a glint of darkness and desire within Naga's eyes as they stared deep into Asp's soul.

"... you will beg... and when you do... I will not listen." Naga's words were slow and purposeful, her French accent doing little to coat her intent. Naga slipped a hand around the back of Asp's waist in a near alluring fashion, as if a serpents coil was slowly spiralling around Asp to envelop and trap her. With a firm pull, Asp was hoisted forwards, her front pressing deeper against the hard form of Naga's, before her other arm scooped down and along her lower back to meet with her other.

Before Asp could react, she was pulled up off her bare feet, feeling her bare midriff dock against Naga's, as a familiar sense of dread began to take her senses. Those pale and powerful arms began to slowly tense up, seemingly growing as they increased the power, locking in a bearhug that Asp would rather soon forget, but was quickly being reminded of. Already, Asp could feel some of her vertebrae clicking and creaking as those arms frighteningly began to pull in with an ease as if she was made of paper. What followed was intense pain, as Naga's abs dominated her own, hardening whilst those dangerous arms continued to enclose tighter around her waist.

Naga's expression shifted slightly, as the suggestion of excitement and longing was visible within her eyes. Trapped in her devastating bearhug! Asp knew she was in trouble all at once, as she fell victim to the first long and gruelling squeeze around her slender frame!

The match was over. It had barely gone for five minutes, but everyone could already see it, and that included Asp.

She’d expected that Naga would be a formidable opponent, but this was beyond even what she could have conceived in her darkest nightmares. The woman was a juggernaut, a lustful force of nature that mowed down everything in her path. There were other heavyweights in LAW, women who even eclipsed her in size and power, but she couldn't imagine any of them matching her utter zeal - there was a calm insanity in this eyes, a darkness that brought a chill to Asp’s skin and set her hairs on edge. She’d tried to resist it, to fight it, but as she stumbled back and threatened to fall over, she realized how truly lost she was.

She wanted to fall, to collapse and just let the match be over.

Naga, however, would not allow it.

”No-” She was only able to utter that single syllable before the breath for more was taken away from her, as she was hauled into Naga’s clutches and crushed in her unbearable bear hug. Even having suffered so much at the hands of this woman, she was still surprised by the power she could bring, as her midsection was subjected to a relentless, unflinching pressure, one that encroached on her body and didn’t give back a single inch. Bones bent, her innards crushed, and it felt as if her entire body could give way.

And still, Naga kept on squeezing, kept on crushing, kept on growing stronger by the second. Asp tried to fight her nature as long as she could, bit her lip hard to keep the noise from escaping, but in the end, there was no resisting it - she threw her head back and let out a hoarse shriek as she flailed about, her legs kicking and her hands feebly pushing at Naga’s shoulder and face, desperate for even the slightest respite. ”Put…put me down…please…”

All at once, Asp would have become aware that Naga had far been going all out the faithful night she ambushed her within the abode of the Baroness. This grip was much more relentless, more brutal. When it felt like there was no more room for Naga's arms to enclose by simple fact of physics, those muscular limbs would suddenly fold tighter, wrapping around Asp in a near deadly embrace. Her grip was calculated, looking to inflict the most possible excruciating pain without actually inflicting injury upon her spine. Asp's bare midriff was docked and crushed against Naga's colossal abs. Asp found herself arching into a C like position as Naga's arms began to tense and tremble with the growing pressure against her lower back, driving her body up against that of the Gothic Wrestler intending to crush the spirit from her.

Naga almost smiled, watching as her predication came to fruition. Asp had started off so defiant, claiming that her will would prevail and that she would not bow to Naga. It had not lasted long, just as the black haired pale beauty had suspected. The moment she began squeezing, most found their will crumpling. No doubt Asp had a powerful will, a strong body and mind... but ultimately she was still a lightweight wrestler, and Naga was heavyweight. Naga suspected she could break Asp's back with this grip if given enough time, and the notion of it certainly brought excitement to Naga's senses. Doing such a thing though was so final... whereas this was perfection. She enjoyed the struggle, she thrived upon the look of despair and nothing turned Naga on more than listening to the pleas of distress of her victims, longing to hear them beg for release.

Asp.. she was perfect. Such a beautiful woman, so elegant and enthralling. Her choice of attire had become something Naga herself mimicked, even if her own was a dark mockery of Asp's original. It allowed for her to feel Asp's skin against her own, as her stomach tensed and strained, struggling to endure Naga's own powerful body. Asp arched and writhed so much, she could see her bare feet and her toes curl, her shoulders strain and her alluring chest heave against the fabric of her exotic top. Asp's flawless skin glistened with exhaustion, her lips parted as she tried desperately to breath, whilst her eyes were filled with despair. It was all so good, it was everything Naga wanted. With a small and devious smile, Naga jostled Asp within her grip. She heard her begin to beg... but she wanted more...