L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"hng.. gn."

Sandra was completely at Her opponents will, not a single muscle moved in resistance as She uncomfortably laid against the canvas. Simply laying face down and moaning against the cold ring beneath Her a slight jolt of a delayed reaction was all She had in Her. But apparently that wasn't enough for Ava.

"ng... d-don'..."

Sandra was so far out of it but could only faintly recognize what was happening- She was being lifted to Her feet unwillingly by Ava! All of Sandra's weight fell right into Ava's grasp as the brunette simply couldn't keep Herself up- Or Herself modest as Her ill-fitting bottoms were sliding further and further down Her waistline, no attention being paid by either Woman. Sandra didn't peg Ava for the sadistic type; clearly She was past the point of defeat, why would She keep doing this?

"nno~ I'm g- I'... please..."

Sandra whined and begged with as much energy as She could muster while Ava continued to simply womanhandle Her like She was a unfeeling object. Manoeuvred against Ava's back and exposing Her body to the lights above Sandra simply shook Her head lightly in denial- looking downright... terrified.

"I'll end this quick babe, sorry.. couldn't read the room hehe"

Sandra didn't even get a chance to completely comprehend Ava's words before She found Her body twisting forwards suddenly and Slamming face first into the canvas! Sandra's head ricocheted back before Her whole body jumped upwards for a brief second of life- Before crumpling back down to the canvas once again, arms splayed out and not a single scream coming from Her lips. Sandra was completely out cold.

With Her outfit unmodestly exposing part of Her nipple and bottoms slid down Her waist, She looked as far from a serious competitor as one possibly could. Her legged was hooked and pulled tightly to Her body as Ava pressed all Her weight down for the pin.

Suffice to say- There was no resistance as the referee counted to three.

Ava had hooked Sandra's leg and was beginning to wonder if she had gone too far. At first, she thought Sandra was just pretending, but then she realized Sandra was genuinely struggling. Ava didn't want to overestimate her abilities or underestimate Sandra's, so she tried to use as much force as she could without crossing a line. However, it soon became apparent that Sandra might have been finished after just the first two moves.

Putting all her weight down on Sandra, chest to chest, Ava attempted to get the three count as quickly as possible. No fightback from Sandra, barely even a response, as Ava secured the pin and a win in her debut match. After the three count, Ava got off almost immediately, her hand raised in victory. Then, to the surprise of most, she got back down and sat with her legs crossed, waiting for Sandra to get up, tending to her as the referee also checked on her.

Nudging her, Ava asked, "Umm.. hey, are you okay, beautiful?"

She sat there patiently, hoping that Sandra would wake up and wouldn't have to be carried back to medical due to her overdoing it.

"Umm.. hey, are you okay, beautiful?"

Sandra's body shook and jittered in response~ Her body attempting to make sense of the punishment it had just gone through but with no answers available. Interspersed were moments of pure calm, Her nearly exposed chest slowly rising and falling as Her eyes were closed in a rather peaceful looking slumber. A few loose hairs covered part of Her face- but considering Her outfit that had nearly popped off it didn't seem like She had much power to change her presentation.

Sandra had been handed far more than She could take~ It would be unclear if She would be leaving the ring on Her own two feet as the brunette's jitters and shakes died down and Her body slumped into a deep sleep.

Ava, upon witnessing Sandra's reaction, was struck by the realization of the magnitude of the harm she had caused. A concerned referee gently tapped her on the shoulder and conveyed that Sandra needed immediate medical attention. Then swiftly signaled for the medics by raising the "X" symbol. Ava, taken aback by the consequences of her actions, gasped in disbelief. She looked down at the unconscious Sandra, overwhelmed with remorse, and stepped aside to clear a path for the medics. After signaling to the crowd once more, Ava made her way back up the ramp to the locker room, her mind filled with regret and concern for Sandra's well-being.

The good news? Sandra would be ok, it seemed Her ability to endure such swift punishment had yet to develop and She simply passed out as a result. The bad was Sandra was once again positioned to look like a helpless loser; now needing to be taken care of by medical staff after a rather decisive and brief squash match. If She would be unable to get a single hit in across any match, did She truly stand a chance in this business?

As Her limp body bounced along with the steps of the medical personnel, the silver lining seemed that at least She looked rather peaceful. And if She was truly lucky, the memory of tonights match could be a distant one.

Ava sitting in the locker room would still be thinking of Sandra as she changed post-shower. Wondering if the beauty was okay after the offense she dished out on her.

"Man, I was never really good at reading the room was I? I hope she's all right.. I overdid it"

SIGH..

"A win is a win though.. let's not dwell on it too much, the crowd did seem to like me"

Ava would change into more formal attire before grabbing her bag. She headed towards the locker room exit, planning to get out of the arena and rest as she knew she had many more challenges ahead of her!