L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

”Gotcha.”

Oh, fuck, did she. Bubbles had been wanting to get La Dulce Estrella in this exact hold for years now, and she was happy to report that it was absolutely worth the wait. She brought the woman in, nice and tight, and moaned as her opponent’s shriek filled the air, getting swept away in the rapture of their bodies pressing together. They were made for each other - both of them had the right amount of pleasing flesh and unyielding muscle, the kind of succulent skin that molded together. With her opponent wearing so little, she could enjoy the touch of her skin in countless places, could savor every sensation as she writhed and struggled in the hold.

Of course, it wasn’t all fun and games - no, Bubbles poured on some real pressure, too, letting her muscles bulge and slice into her opponent’s tender frame. That just made the sensations so much sweeter. ”Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.” Bubbles chewed on her lip and gave La Dulce a long, hard grinding, chewing at her midsection. ”Come on, give me a quick tap out, huh? I gotta let off some of this steam. Promise I’ll make it worth your while…”

Bubbles was half-serious, half-joking. While she knew a woman like this would never give up that easily, she was already losing her patience with the match stips. She wanted to fuck La Dulce, right here and now, and it was taking a real effort to not just throw her down and get an orgasm out of her, rules be damned. Having a body this hot, this tempting, this fuckable, trapped in her grasp, ripe for the plucking…

What came next didn’t help matters, either, as La Dulce’s arms wrapped around Bubbles’ head and pulled her into the lovely valley of temptation that was her bared breasts. While the Virgin Killer had planned on taking a tour eventually, she didn’t see it coming so soon and not on her own terms, but she wasn’t about to complain. She let out a surprised squeak, then went right to work, licking and nibbling and sucking on La Dulce’s tits, even as they continued to deny her air.

Her hold relaxed in the process - while it wasn’t gentle by any means, it was losing a lot of its bite, using less and less of Bubbles’ monstrous power. In a few moments, it was only strong enough to keep La Dulce held up, as she devoted her energy to lapping away her opponent’s bountiful breasts.

Made for each other, indeed. Not every sound that passed Dulce's lips was one borne of agony. With that hand at the rear, Bubbles was forcing a grind that lined her up just right against those perfectly sculpted abdominals, with an imposing pressure that was impossible to ignore. Couple that with that passion Bubbles brought as she fell into her trap, taking her fill of flesh and more, going at her like no woman had in far too long, setting her body alight. The cameras at ringside would capture her nipples poking through her scant attire.

Heat rising, her muscular legs wrapped themselves even tighter around the larger woman as her grip weakened, her own body beginning to betray her in order to satisfy those primal cravings. She gritted her teeth and endured until an idea came to mind. The luchadora gave Bubbles's hair a rough yank back, interrupting her feast. Just for one second before Dulce claimed her lips and pushed her tongue through them to do her damnedest to dominate hers, pushing moans down the Virgin Killer's throat.

A contest of a different kind, one pleasurable to her even through the pain. Remain in this world for long enough, and you inevitably get a taste for it in some form, Dulce had observed. She'd keep this up as long as it took, even rolling her own hips into her. Keeping it competitive as they indulged, showing that she could keep up while she waited for that little bit of slack. And when she finally, finally got it, she'd use some of that momentum she was generating to throw herself back. Nowhere far, just enough to set her boots down on the lusty giant's hips.

She'd move fast, pulling back from the kiss and immediately using the leverage gained to tuck her head underneath her arm, then she'd use that hard body as a launching pad, throwing her legs to the side to pull her into the DDT she was trying to hit moments ago.

From the sidelines, Mariah just sighed as she watched the proceedings. She knew this was going to happen. It happened a bit sooner than she expected, but the outcome was never in doubt, only the timing. Bubbles was the most muscular woman she’d ever met, maybe the strong hentai-focused wrestler in the world. While she could be rough around the edges, she had power to spare, power in spades, and there was no challenge that she couldn't overcome when she put her mind to it. Bubbles was a wrestling beast.

But god, was she always so damn horny, just at a baseline. The hotter her opponent, the more she could lose her mind in the moment, and La Dulce Estrella was about as hot as they came.

Bubbles was enjoying her new toy, keeping her held close while she dove deep into the cleft of her chest, burying her face in those dusky orbs. Her tongue went wild, lapping up every drop of sweat she could find and committing her opponent's taste to memory - spicy, zesty, flavorful. It was everything she could’ve dreamed of, and she couldn't imagine it getting any better.

And then it did.

Bubbles’ let out a whimpering whine as her face was pulled away from the bodacious buffet she was enjoying, but La Dulce was kind enough to give her a more-than-satisfactory replacement. A yelp of surprise echoed down the Latina’s throat at first, as the boldness of her kiss even caught the Virgin Killer off guard, but that was quickly replaced with a long and lustful moan. Their tongues met and mingled, with La Dulce’s taking the lead while her own teased her on, daring her to plunge deeper, and their hips rocked in tandem. Bubbles began to march forward as her hands roamed along her opponent’s back, wanting to push this woman up against the turnbuckle so they could both have their fill.

Alas, it was not to be. As fun as this all was, La Dulce Estrella had ulterior motives - though, Bubbles didn’t doubt that the making out was a pleasant bonus to them. The truth came out in a flash, as her foe opponent abruptly pulled away, creating separation. It was only for a moment, but a moment was all she needed to grab hold of her head, snag it tight, and bring her down in a rush as she executed the sick DDT, spiking her Bubbles right on the head.

The crowd, who’d grown still and serene when things turned erotic, came to life with a whooping cheer, as the sonorous crash of Bubbles’ skull reverberated around the arena. Her body flopped over and came down hard, right on her back, leaving her to rub her forehead as she stared up at the lights with a blanked, stupefied expression.