L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It would've been impossible to tell, what with the pace they were wrestling at and the intensity of the action, but Sabine’s smile was wide, even by her usual standards. Blanco's engorging manhood had not escaped her notice. With their proximity and aggressive moves, it was all to be expected, but she suspected that Holly would not share her nuanced opinion.

Good. One more tool in the arsenal. Something to revisit.

However, she focused on the arduous task of ragdolling Blanco around the ring. She kept him close after the impact from the first suplex, but she wasn’t satisfied to leave it at that - no, she was intent on getting the most out of their time together. She kicked her legs up, rolled to their fronts, then stood up and brought him along with her, never letting up on her grip about his waist.

”Again.”

She whispered that single, husky word into his ear before she jerked back and sent him crashing into the mat with another German Suplex, this one even more potent than the last. If he believed that was the end of his suffering, though, he would be sadly mistaken - only a moment passed before she kicked her legs about once more and rose with him in her clutches.

”And again.”

Sabine’s back swelled with abundant muscle as she lifted Blanco up and sent him careering with her final German Suplex. An Amazonian war cry bellowed across the ring as she sent him flying, completing the last step of her signature move: Drei Freunde.

Upside down and groggy, Blanco’s legs seemed to hang in the air as Sabine had him planted in the mat. Groaning slightly, Blanco tried to roll with it as the German woman rolled the two of them over, her arms gripped tight around his abs. Blanco tried to pivot his legs but was too dazed and distracted to get the leverage to break her hold. He let out a low whimper as he realized what was coming, and just how much trouble he was in …

“Nnnugh, n-no …” Blanco moaned as he got stood up, his struggles only managing to grind his back against Sabine’s bust, getting his warm and bothered right up to the moment that Sabine hefted him up and slammed him with another suplex!

“NO!” Holly shouted, gripping the top rope in both hands and squirming at ringside. Worried look on her face, hand over her upper chest, Holly watched miserably as her man was manhandled in the center of the ring. The British Bombshell watched in horror, hoping she could call out an opening or escape route to Blanco before it was too late.

“Nnnghh …”Blanco moaned as he was stood up again, a chill running down his spine as Sabine whispered ‘again’ for a second time. The luchador’s arms fell to his side, his body only supported by Sabine’s firm grip. Blanco shook his head in protest, but that was the best his helpless body could muster. Blanco squirmed in Sabine’s grip, his raging manhood pressed against her arms as Sabine threw him up and over, smashing his upper body into the canvas again, the impact leaving him wrecked in her arms!

”And…release.”

Sabine let Blanco go as she felt the power leaving his body, clearly wrecked by her Germans. He was a strong man, far more resilient than she would have expected from his style and weight class, but his match with Morrigan had shown the value of pressuring him with consistent attacks. She would have had in the early going if she had not be so lax in her follow-through, and now was the chance to right that wrong. There would be little reprieve for Blanco today if she had her way.

And on that note… ”Oi!” The Morrigan cried out and leaned over the ropes with her hands extended. ”Think that’s about two minutes, huh?”

”Indeed.” She gave Blanco’s ass a quick slap and pushed and pushed up to her feet. ”Good effort. See you in a few minutes, Herr Sombre.”

She approached the corner and promptly slapped hands with Morrigan, who came bounding in over the top rope a second later. As much as she tried to keep the standard sway of a dominatrix, she couldn't hide the excitement in her steps as she closed in, pacing after Blanco with a hungry gaze.

”Hello, my lover.” She walked around Blanco and stood between him and Holly, blocking his path to escape with hands on her hips, casting her long shadow down the length of his body. ”I missed you. You miss me?”

“Ugh, I wish …” Blanco moaned, hand going low as the German woman who had just splattered him across the mat talked about ‘release.’ The joke didn’t give him much levity, however, as he struggled and failed to peel himself off the canvas. The rapid-fire suplexes had knocked the fight out of Blanco, and now he expected to be at the mercy of the redhead. Moaning, Blanco remained face down on the canvas, trying to catch his breath, hoping he would be ready for the first opening he saw in the redhead’s defenses. After all, he felt like shit, but pulling off three suplexes had to take a little out of Sabine, right?

“AH!” Blanco yelped as Sabine smacked his toned ass, which popped out like a target from where he lay. Punching the mat in frustration and embarrassment, Blanco lifted his head up just in time to see Sabine make the tag to Morrigan. “Damnit …”

“That’s enough, Mister,” Holly called out, clapping her hands to try and rally her man to his feet. “Come on, you’ve done enough! Get up and get out of there!” Having been on the receiving end of enough bad spots in her career, Holly knew a mugging when she saw one coming. She just tried to choke back her fear, and hope that her man would be able to escape this one better than she had … well, literally every time in her career she’d been in this spot.

“Uuughhn,” Blanco moaned, as he started crawling. Chest up, crawling on his hands and elbows, Blanco tried to crawl away from Morrigan. Rocked and hurting, Blanco was resilient enough that he hadn’t completely crumbled from Sabine’s barrage, but battered enough that his attempt to escape was mostly just pathetic. Laid out before Morrigan, he winced, knowing damn well he was at Morrigan’s mercy …

The Morrigan looked down at Blanco and rubbed her hands, imagining all the possibilities. While she couldn't say if he’d dreamed about her as she’d ordered, she could say that the opposite was true - every night since they parted, she’d fantasized about the ways she could bend and break this little body, the things she could make him say, what she could force him to do. Some of the situations would’ve made the raunchiest porn addict blush, and she was eager, so very eager, to share them.

But there was no rush, really. After all, once they were done here, they would have all the time in the world to get dirty.

”Oh, I take that as a no.” She pouted as Blanco started crawling away, trying to make some space. She would’ve loved to play with him more, too, and get in some good taunts, but Sabine had warned her about these mind games - they were a core part of the strategy, but she needed to pair them with action better.

She only let him get a couple of feet toward his destination before she kicked her legs up, jumped over his back, and dropped all of her weight on his spine, sitting on him with her total weight to nail him into the canvas. Morrigan slid back as he suffered and took up a seat on his butt, where she proceeded to start a slow, humping grind, sliding her crotch along his glutes and working herself up.

”Yeah, that’s good. That’s good.” She ran her hands through her hair and arched her back with an ecstatic sigh, soaking up the pleasure. ”Fuck, you’ve got a hell of a body, Latin Lover. Can’t wait to show you what a real woman can do with it.”

As was always the case, things went great until they didn’t. Crawling along the ring, occasionally reaching out in hopes that he could reach a tag from Holly, Blanco was not looking good here. Worse, he knew that Morrigan was going to have a lot of frustration to take out on him, making it extremely unlikely he was going to have a chance to find an opening before she did some serious damage …

“AAAARRGH!” Blanco cried out as Morrigan came down on his spine, folding him in half backward beneath her crashing weight. “Aaaghh, uuughhn …” When she settled on top of him and began to grind on his toned ass, the pain gave way to some humiliation, highlighting just how vulnerable Blanco was in the moment, as Morrigan simulated a pretty good showing of taking him however she wanted.

“Nnnnghhh,” Blanco moaned, pushing his upper body up. His quivering shoulders bent back as he tried to pry himself out from beneath Morrigan, his lean figure shaking with the effort. Shaking his head, breathing deeply to replace the air that Morrigan was grinding out of him, Blanco fought to come up with an escape or counter to what was happening, but found himself coming up completely short. He reached for the ropes again, trying to call for a tag …

“Come on, Mister …” Holly called out, leaning her entire upper body over the top rope. Her ample bust threatened to come spilling out as she hung there, rope digging into her belly and her ass up in the air as she tried to maintain her balance. With a desperate look in her eyes, Holly was practically begging for a tag, wanting nothing more than to put an end to this display that was increasingly humiliating enough for both her and her man, the longer it went on!

The Morrigan wasn't just giving out meaningless compliments-she meant everything she said about Blanco's body. He was fit, but then, so were most men in LAW. No, what appealed to her was that balance of musculature, so evenly spread throughout. Tight and toned, he was the sort of man who neglected no corners of the gym, and spared no moments in his exercise. Holly didn't know how lucky she was to have a man like this warming her bed.

But she would. The Morrigan would make sure of that.

She enjoyed the sensation of Blanco between her thighs for a few more seconds before returning to work. She planted her hands on his back and ran them along his spine, pressing rough hands against his muscles. It was a rough touch, but that didn't mean it felt bad. She rubbed him with circular motions, going up his spine, shoulders, and neck. Painful, but pleasurable.

”C’mere, boyo.”What came next would be anything but. She reached down, gripped his chin with both hands and wrenched his head up, forcing his torso to follow suit. She placed her knees underneath his shoulders, and just like that, Blanco found himself trapped in a tight camel clutch, testing his flexibility.

As if that wasn't bad enough - and it would be with her strength- she also added a sensual element to it. Morrigan moved one of her hands down to poke and prod at his nipples, tweaking it like the dial on a radio. Her tongue went to his ear, licked and nibbled through the mask. ”You better start doing something, boyo. I think Sabine has a thing for your girl.” She heated his face with a dark, raspy chuckle. “You think I'm a freak? She'll do things to her that they don’t even have names for yet.”

“Nnnghh,” Blanco moaned, as Morrigan continued to ride him. Trapped, the ‘hold’ had the added effect of grinding Blanco’s manhood against the canvas, adding to his discomfort and even, though he would never admit it, maybe even a bit of pleasure. Blanco couldn’t help but shiver as she felt up his back, chills running down his spine as she ran her fingers up his body, distracting him, leaving him open for her next move. Morrigan wouldn’t let this go on for too long, grasping his jaw and yanking him up into a camel clutch!

“AAAAAAGGH!” Blanco screamed in pain as the hold was locked in, torturing his back! The luchador waved his arms, flailing around in pain as Morrigan dominated his body and bent him back. Blanco’s muscles seemed to seethe in pain as Morrigan cranked on the hold, his body bending unnaturally and helplessly in her grip.

“NO!” Blanco shouted, as the referee stepped in to ask if he would submit. “Noooo …” Blanco balled his hand into a fist, his arms trembling as he fought the urge to tap out and surrender. Sweat would start to form on his brow as he struggled against the dominatrix. Slowly, Blanco worked his arms over her knees to try and free himself. His legs would press into the mat, trying to find traction to get to his knees and press up against Morrigan’s body in an effort to unseat her, or at least loosen her grip on him.

“Get off him!” Holly shouted, starting to step through the ropes as all sense was overridden by a desperate urge to save her boyfriend from this. The referee was on her immediately, rushing to the ropes to hold Holly back and keep her from interrupting the bout, while completely turning her back on any action inside the ring. Meanwhile, Blanco kept squirming, trying to get his knees under the rest of his body so that he could get his spine back into something resembling a human position!

Blanco was a flexible sort, Morrigan would give him that. If the positions were switched - and she didn’t see how they could be, but if - she would’ve been shrieking in a hold like this, far past what her less limber body was used to. It didn’t seem like it mattered how far she pulled him back, he kept on surviving, kept on enduring. He was even making some decent headway at an escape attempt, as he managed to free one of his arms from her knee, then another. He worked his way up, fighting for every inch despite the size difference. A valiant effort. Heroic. It was almost inspiring in a way…but, then again, she did give him some fantastic motivation to work with.

Speaking of which…

”Wait your turn, prig!” The Morrigan ran her tongue along the back of Blanco’s mask as he rose, putting on a little show for Holly. ”Don’t worry, once I’m done with your man, you and me and Sabine’ll get all the time in the world. It’s gonna be an epic fuck. Just wait.”

She let that hang with a wink and brought all her focus back to Blanco, who was doing an excellent job of getting back up - too good for her tastes. Instead of waiting for him to finish his comeback, she abruptly let up on the hold and stood up, gripping his mask tight with both hands to drag him up along with her. She spun him about, stepped back, then lurched forward and fired a powerful right cross into his chest, attempting to knock him back towards the corner where Sabine waited. Cutting the ring in half, keeping him as far from Holly as possible, sticking to the plan.

“Hey now!” Holly shouted back, frustration in her voice. She looked over the ref’s shoulder, who was holding Holly back with two hands firmly planted on Holly’s breasts to keep her back on the right side of the ropes. Holly scowled at Morrigan, flustered and frustrated, without a comeback. Huffing angrily, Holly could only watch as poor Blanco got mangled in the ring.

“Nnnnghhh …” Blanco moaned, the effort of fighting back up out of his hold taking all of his focus and dedication. So much so, that Morrigan simply getting up off of him completely threw him off, leading to him being off-balance, uncentered, and easy for Morrigan to take by the mask and pull up to his feet. “Hey!” he shouted, twisting in the hold and getting his mask shifted on his head, in the process! This was disastrous for the luchador, of course, as his vision was suddenly impeded and his signature mask was suddenly working against him! Sweat had made the once-secured mask more pliable, and while his face was still well covered, his eyes were now half-covered and getting sweat in them. Blanco flailed around blindly for a moment, failing to locate himself in a ring he could suddenly barely see. Morrigan let him know exactly where she was, however, as she drove a hard punch right into his chest!

“HHHOOFFF!!” Blanco grunted as the wind was knocked out of him. Stumbling backward, Blanco collapsed into the nearest corner post. The luchador gasped for air, his body dangling from the corner turnbuckle, not realizing he’d fumbled right into the spot Morrigan wanted. Shaking his head, Blanco tried to shift his mask on his sweaty head, looking like a mess. Arms draped over the ropes, back settled against the corner post, Blanco was hung up in his opponents’ corner, turning the match into what was basically a two-on-one contest!