L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Holly was overwhelmed with excitement when she saw Death Bunny’s compromised position, hung up on the ropes so early in the match. Seeing the fearsome powerhouse left splayed out in a humiliating position by her man got her more than a little excited, and that enthusiasm carried over to the crowd. And while Holly didn’t exactly like Blanco doing a call-out to his friendly rival Santa Tigresa, the excitement of seeing her luchador dive through the ropes and land the high-impact tiger feint kick to Death’s face and sending her rolling helplessly into the ring, leaving her spread eagle across the mat, right in the center of the ring.

Blanco was excited as well but was handling it far better than Holly was. The luchador came out of the kick with his boots on the apron, gripping the top rope. Looking into the ring, Blanco could see a solid target, and from her face, Death Bunny was not likely to get up too soon. If this wasn’t a casket match, this could have been a potentially match winning opportunity … but even if not, he couldn’t just let Death lie there and recover. Blanco pumped a fist in the air, feeding off the fans energy, and called his shot. Blanco braced himself, then leaned back while pulling on the top rope, building tension and readying his body to go flying.

“Take her down, mister!” Holly called out, swinging a had up overhead to deliver an enthusiastic smack to Blanco’s ass. The luchador jolted, pulling himself up from there and springing up onto the top rope. The added tension of the jump onto the top rope bounced Blanco into the ring. The luchador bounced off the rope, then was flung toward the center of the ring. Blanco pulled his limbs close, used his momentum to spin through the air, to come down on Death Bunny’s body with a meteoric springboard 450 splash!

Throngs of audience members shared in Holly's jubilant elation with all in attendance acknowledging what was coming once Death found herself hung out to dry over the middle rope. In fact any wayward fan of lucha-libre in the slightest could have predicted her fate, but unfortunately the obvious realization came a day late and a dollar short for the hapless reaper herself. Death only just than beginning to ascertain Holly's cheerleading presence beside her when she'd be socked by a pair of marble white wrestling boots that rocketed her backwards into a twirling tailspin before settling with a graceless flop onto the ring canvas. Death inhaled a ragged breath as she grimaced up at the overhead lights, arms and legs spread-eagled except with zero intention of making a bunny eared snow angel. Especially not when she was getting her fulsome backside handed to her like this by the masked luchador with the aggravating valet.

Concentrating on collecting herself was becoming that much more strenuous once it became acutely apparent that nigh all in attendance were rallied behind the luchador with deafening adulation that made it exceptionally difficult to think straight. In all likelihood no one could have predicted the downward trajectory the match would have taken for the Bunny Reaper, who'd begin soldiering up somewhat, only for another downward trajectory to come splashing down across her breadbasket. "HUGH!!!" Death gasped out loud with puffed cheeks from the muscled midsection squashed against her to a spastic jolting of her limbs, but sinking down along with the rest of her beneath Blanco as she panted with a slight trail of spittle from the side of her mouth. LUCHA!!!LUCHA!!! chants started being echoed within the arena and made it crystal clear who was the one with a dominant lead and outwrestling the other.

Blanco felt fortunate enough when Death Bunny fell into the ropes, left dangling there. Even luckier when the tiger feint kick connected with her face, sent her tumbling into the ring. And when Blanco launched his lithe body over the top rope, the rush of impact he felt as his body smashed into hers and knocking the wind out of her felt like a minor miracle! The fans were elated, he could hear Holly’s voice rising above all of them as she cheered him on, and Blanco pushed himself up off of Death Bunny’s prone body to raise a hand victoriously. The chants of the crowd got the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, and he grinned. Blanco didn’t know if he could have pinned Death here for a full three count, but he was at least sensible enough to know it didn’t matter. Pinning her for ten wouldn’t have done the job, tonight. Instead, Blanco had to throw the statuesque Death Bunny into one of those ringside caskets if he was walking out of here with the win.

Getting up, Blanco looked to either side of the ring to locate the caskets. Blanco reached down, grabbing Death Bunny by the back of the head so he could lead her up to her feet. He looked to ringside, judged the distance to the casket, and formulated a plan. The luchador then took Death Bunny by the arm, stepped forward, and swung hard to Irish whip the bigger woman at the ropes! The casket was still closed, but Holly was jogging over toward it, bouncing with every bounding step, arms up for balance. Blanco knew he couldn’t seal Death into the casket with this throw, but he couldn’t imagine she was going to be in fighting shape after coming down on top of that!

An obvious consequence of being splashed down upon by what felt like an airborne truck was losing whatever air within your lungs in one puffed exhalation, with this instance being no different as Death swiveled onto her front side with rasped coughs taken and a reflexive kick against the canvas as Blanco posed triumphantly over her. The breathtaking aerial splash doing just that against the hollowed out bunny wraith with a palm pressed into the floor. Surged electricity sparking all throughout the venue from a clamoring audience unaccustomed to witnessing the masked luchadora take such a commanding lead over an established veteran. Thoughts of an early elimination and career-defining victory for Blanco Sombra already entering the thought processes and social media aether as Death unwillingly obeyed the hands behind her head guiding her upward into an Irish Whip...

...that was ceased right in its inception. A rigid stance taken by Death who leaned into the opposite direction of Blanco's yanking urgency, practically rooting herself into the ground as if the luchador were attempting the same maneuver on a stone statue. The frigid clasping of her hand onto her adversary's wrist perhaps cluing Blanco into the fact that she'd finally gotten her macabre hands on him after what seemed like an eternity of him sprinting around the ring and running roughshod over her. The atmosphere within the arena becoming noticeably less jubilant once this visual was portrayed, a scowling grimace burgeoning on D.B.'s facials before she yanked him back towards her with a twirl so she could cinch in a full nelson from behind. One seamless hoist into the air later and Blanco would have his tailbone crammed into the canvas with Death seated behind him from her Bunny Tail Breaker!!!

The crowd was firmly behind Blanco, shocked and charged up by the idea of a total upset as the smaller man took it to the statuesque, powerhouse Death Bunny. At ringside, Holly was leaping up and down, nearly ready to pop out of her dress, adding to the fans’ excitement. Blanco was letting himself get carried away a bit too, having put everything he had into getting such a commanding lead. Now, he pulled at his opponent, pivoting, looking to send her to the outside … only for Death Bunny to go rigid, stopping the momentum dead and whipping him around in a reversal!

“Whoa!” Blanco gasped, eyes widening in shock as Bunny stopped him. He winced as her grip on his arm tightened, and she took control. Blanco looked up Death Bunny’ body, from her firmly planted boots that were anchored into the mat, immovable. Up her strong legs, all the way up that impressively built body of hers to her face. Blanco bit his lip nervously, seeing the sadistic look on Death Bunny’s face, and immediately the luchador knew he was in for it.

“Come on, Mister!” Holly shouted up from ringside, “Knock those ridiculous bunny ears off her damn head!” Holly had stopped jumping up and down, the enthusiasm sucked out of her like it had been much of the arena, worried they were about to see the start of something very grim for the luchador. Holly winced as she looked at Death Bunny, seeing her face … then her jaw dropped in shock at what came next!

“Nnnah!” Blanco cried out as Bunny whipped him around, switching her grip and quickly trapping him in a full nelson! The luchador’s lithe body was stretched a bit, pulled long and lean. His arms flailed uselessly as the big woman yanked him up in the air! His legs kicked out, pumping and bucking in a useless attempt to escape before Death Bunny dropped him hard on the mat with the Bunny Tail Breaker, sending a jolt of pain up his spine! “AAAAGH!” Blanco cried out, arching his spine in pain as he sat there, grimacing, trying to pull away from the big woman after taking such a stiff and humiliating slam!

Biding her time wasn't necessarily Death's strongest suit considering her cantankerous temperament and the overwhelming offensive surges inherent to her overall wrestling strategy, but stampeding straight ahead wasn't exactly panning out well for her considering she'd spent the match being embarrassed, swirled about like a top and battered around the ring like a bunny-eared ping pong ball. All against a nimble luchador who can seemingly twist any foreboding situation into his own acrobatic advantage and by doing so had naturally garnered the audience's allegiance. Unfortunately, the metaphorical air was let out of the room once Blanco's yanking efforts were ceased simultaneously alongside his heroic underdog momentum within the match. The fans in attendance sharing in his palpable dread once witnessing Death's immovable rigidity and the sign that her patience had finally bore fruit. The Phenom cranking in the Full Nelson until Blanco's chin was practically nudged against his own pectorals before smashing his tailbone into the canvas. Death bouncing upward herself from the dual seated splashdown as the ring canvas quaked beneath them.

Huffing out in exertion against the back of Blanco's neck but wasting little time in swiveling her squirming adversary over so he was splayed out on his back. An unorthodox and daresay suggestive position taken by Death as she straddled the luchador's chiseled midsection, her fulsome figure anchoring him down as she arched over him with one hand firmly clenched onto his shoulders. "Nuh-uh…*pant*...I got you right where I want you, so you're staying right there. You showed me your best hits, so I figure it’s time to show you mine. Get ready to have your world rocked..." Death snarled out with her index finger practically nudged up against Blanco's nose, scuff marks fresh on her cheek from where he thwacked her earlier in the Tiger Feint Kick. Glared intensity in her deadened eyes as she centered herself squarely atop the masked wrestler, whose innuendo-laden words would start becoming clearer once snatched her hands onto Blanco's wrists while standing upright. The grounded luchador being mercilessly stamped into the floor by her Death Knocks combination until eventually losing her grip on his arms.

“Nnngh …” Blanco groaned, the sharp pain shooting up from his tailbone keeping him down a moment. The luchador took deep breaths, and he tried not to think too much about how the bigger Death Bunny had just folded him up and spiked him into the mat dominantly. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t even give him a chance to dwell on that, as Bunny came down to straddle his midsection, squeezing the air out of him. “NNnaahh …” Blanco moaned, squirming beneath Death Bunny, trapped in a position that made him feel totally powerless, each of the few times he’d been trapped in it. From back in the earliest days of his career, this simple but effective hold had put Blanco at the mercy of bigger, stronger women. Even if it wasn’t a technical hold, it was highly effective … and the way that Death Bunny was glaring down at him, Blanco could already tell this hold was going to end even worse than the others had! Squirming and struggling, twisting slightly even as the weight of her thighs squished him against the mat, Blanco tried to work his way free desperately. From beneath, Blanco was looking like he was grinding on Death Bunny, getting nowhere before she started to stand.

“Ngh, no!” Blanco grunted, as Bunny clung to his wrists and rose dominantly over him. His eyes widened as he realized where this was going. “No!” Before he could work his way free, however, Death Bunny started raining down on him her Death Knocks, blow after blow rocking Blanco’s face!

“Oh my God!!” Holly Matheson cried out, watching from ringside in horror. Blanco’s head rocked up and down with each blow, his body ragdolling after a few hits. Holly pulled at her hair as the hits kept on coming, shouting in shock and surprise at the abuse she was seeing, while all Blanco could do was take them, drowning in pain, until he had no idea where he was in the ring. With just a couple of Death Bunny’s signature moves, Blanco’s dominant early lead had ended with him getting battered on the mat!

Taking the time to mount the daredevil luchadora was simultaneously meant to stifle those squirming shuffles of his and make it abundantly clear to Blanco that Death wasn't about to forfeit her advantageous positioning in the match that easily. Centering her voluptuous figure directly atop his midsection as if she were an unyielding macabre anchor sealing him to his fate in spite of the wriggling resistance shimmying his sculpted abdominals against her robust thighs. Innuendos abounding given the provocative manner in which his squirming thrusts were directed upward, except unfortunately for Blanco the prospect of a certain masked luchador rendered hapless and pathetically defeated while having his face molded against the treads of her boots...was as arousingly enticing if not moreso. Death making good on this mud stomping envisioning of hers as well as her threatened promise to Blanco by liberally and maliciously stamping down against his unguarded facials in an enraged rampage until her double handed grip on his wrists faltered enough to finally release him with Holly's echoed screams in the background.

"...*pant*...*pant*..." Death taking a step back as the referee checked to make sure Blanco was still conscience, cognizant, overall still aware of where he even was with several fingers presented to him to correctly or incorrectly count. The Bunny Brawler pacing back and forth like a feral predator scouting its prey after justifiably working out her anger from Blanco's earlier lucha theatrics making her come across like a helpless ragdoll against him. Death huffing through her flared nostrils before ushering back the referee after performing their due diligence. Clawed hands onto his auburn locks guiding him back to his feet, but in one fluid motion his world would be raised even higher as Death situated him over her shoulders in an Argentine Backbreaker position. A grip over his thigh and underneath his neck securing him in the torture rack, Death traipsing towards Holly on the outside of the ring as her client's spine disjointed. Souless malice on Death's eyes before collapsing to her knees for a dreadful conclusion to the backbreaker, returning Blanco to Holly by flipping him off her shoulders towards the ropes.

Blanco was no stranger to having dominant women on top of him, but this beating was well above what the masked man was used to taking from his opponents. His face was in blinding pain as stomp after stomp came down on him, the sounds of the crowd and Holly’s screams of horror being the only things that kept him attached to reality as Death Bunny tried to smash his facial features into a fine paste beneath her boot! Blanco lay there taking it, head jerking back and forth as she dominated him, unable to even think of an escape or a comeback as he took it. When she finally finished, Blanco sank into the mat looking like a lifeless heap!

“Blanco! Blanco!!? Mister!?” Holly cried out, her chest heaving as she slapped the ring apron to try and get her man’s attention. Eyes wide, Holly watched as the referee checked Blanco over, looking for signs of life from the man after that beating. Blanco only moaned in pain as the ref checked on him, enough of a sign of life to continue the bout, but Holly was far from comforted. Before she could say anything else, however, Death Bunny had finished stalking around her helpless man, and was ready to get on him once again!

“AGH!” Blanco grunted as Death Bunny grabbed him by the hair and started to pull him up. Blanco’s arms hung limply at his sides as she peeled his body off the mat. Blanco shook his head, trying to fight back crushing despair as Death dominated him. She started to shoulder his body, draping him over her into the torture rack position, and Blanco gritted his teeth in anticipation …

“I m-musta … really pissed you off, huh?” Blanco groaned, as Death Bunny draped him over her shoulders. However, he wouldn’t have much time to talk smack, before she cranked in the torture rack! “AAAAAAAAARGGH!” Blanco screamed as his body was twisted, his lean figure stretched out and put on display! The dominance put his body on display, betraying how hard he was getting even as he was getting destroyed, and his screamed echoed through the arena. Finally, Death Bunny dropped, sending a shock of pain through his spine. Blanco was dumped to the mat like garbage, Blanco arched his spine in agony as he writhed on the canvas. Holly reached out for him, her impressive bust flopped up onto the apron as she reached out and started pulling Blanco out of the ring. Blanco would end up on the outside, on his feet, propped up against Holly’s body as she tried to save him further destruction!

Quite the contrary to Blanco's assumption, Death actually figured she was conducting herself rather rationally all things considered. In days gone by the cataclysmic wrath she would have inflicted upon the luchador for making an abject fool out of her probably wouldn't have been fit for a television audience. Learning to quell and master that ballistic temperament of hers came with years in professional wrestling federations that wouldn't have taken kindly to blood splattered canvas' and contracted competitors strung up in hospital beds. Be that as it may, Blanco was nevertheless getting a taste of those old vengeful inclinations after getting his masked head bounced like a basketball against the canvas much to everyone's aghast dismay. Compounded soon afterward by the Bunny Reaper showcasing zero remorse or empathy by hanging him over her shoulders in the tortuous submission, feeling his sweltering warmth against the back of her neck as the houselights beamed down upon his chiseled physique. "Pissed off?...Nah. What would ever make you think that?" Death replied with a sideways glance towards Blanco's head and a hopped bounce which cranked in the submission further, takin her time in appreciating each and every agonized scream she could torque out of him...

...before taking a dynamic plunge to her knees that brought a bounced wiggle to her bosom and rocked Blanco's spine even moreso. Death's version of mercy being a swift conclusion rather than a prolonged application of the backbreaker as she callously discarded the enfeebled luchador towards who Death assumed was his manager...girlfriend...whatever. After taking a soft breath through her pursed lips with some of her calm having been reclaimed, she tucked herself underneath the bottom rope and stood upright outside the ring. Death approaching one of the coffins at ringside and with a substantial show of strength would yank the casket off its pedestal and heave it down to the floor to a hefty thunk. The comforting scene of Holly consoling and supporting the fatigued luchador warming the hearts of their respective fandom, but it was unfortunately ended with D.B. pie-facing Holly out of the way int the middle of whatever pep-talk she was babbling on about. An assertive side-headlock escorting Blanco back towards the floored casket, where his day would only get worse as Death would tuck his head between her supple thighs. The fulsome curvature of her backside swelled against the back of his head with a waistlock being the foreboding preamble to an attempted powerbomb on the casket...