L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Well, that's a weird taste. TEETH! BONE!! RIGHT INTO THE SKIN!!!

YUMMY!!!!

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"H-HACK!" Her eyes bulged as she yelped, then tore herself away. Not a good idea to save the skin, which now was a millimetre-wide valley of racing blood, mixing her purple-tinted drugged lips with red, dripping to the floor. The after-pain was a strong blend of numbing and pulsing ache. She didn't feel her bottom lip much after, but neither did it impede. "Little shit-cunt-fuckin-ass-blastin-bluey-hooey-wackily--BITCH!!" Spectre scowled, then pulled her foot back and swung a firm crotch-crushing PUNT right into the keep of the Trinette castle.

"Trinette!!" "G-Get up, you're the p-paladin!"
"Make her bleed again!!" "You can get out this, Trinette!!"
"Bite her again!!" "Yaaaahhh!!"

Spectre's eyes shifted look over-shoulder. The scores of them, at least eight feet from the core action, must've felt a little barrier form-up. They must've felt safe to shout at them, just because Trinette was literally biting and clawing against two opponents. ( Wow! ) They must've thought. ( This blue cow is entertaining!! ). Her bleeding smile now twitched, curled, grew and shrank as she felt a little nudge to break their bones infest her system and compete with the urge to pummel Trinette like the first day of Passchendaele. When she spat into her hand, she handed a saliva-wet and blood-stained tablet still intact, then handed it off to Dot. "On second thought, your turn, shield of mine. Force-feed it." She turned around, then started to walk. "And make her watch."

Dot took the pill and held it between two fingers—still trembling, just slightly, from the sheer joy of announcing her captain. But she was already turning towards Trinette when Spectre confirmed her order.

As she walked, she popped open one of the dozen pouches along her belt. She retrieved and unwound a tightly coiled collar. It was thick and black, smooth so that its leather edges reflected warped images of the room around it.

Her chin was turned down, her shoulders pushed back. In her mind, she replayed that lovely, hissed string of profanity. Our paladin was an ass-blasting what now, Spectre? Under the visor, Dot smirked. That's what you get for going in without protection.

It was unforgivable, of course, and if Spectre let Dot give the paladin what she deserved, she'd hang by cuffed ankles from a ringpost. Naked, bruised, drooling—delights for everyone, or at least everyone who mattered. But, Dot had to be honest. She enjoyed these unforgivable messes. She enjoyed the simmering fury she felt when she imagined Spectre's wrecked lip, finding that it helped to give focus to her nerves as she set out to execute her captain's orders to the letter.

Dot placed the pill at the collar's center, clasping both collar and drug in her palm. In a matter of seconds, she closed the gap and trotted beside Trinette. Priority the first was to get the paladin prone—a task she hoped would be as simple as grabbing a fistful of blue hair as she dropped to a seat and slammed homegirl’s face against the floor. The rest was almost mechanical—quick in the way movements only become after mind-numbing hours of drilling have made them routine. Her aim was to lock Trinette's left arm between her thighs while slamming her palm — the one with the collar and the pill — drug-first against Trinette's lips. A classic, if it succeeded, arm-capture crossface.

Well, it would start classic. But Dot didn't want her fingies bloodied, so from there she'd shift her hands to the ends of the collar—yanking the leather strap and its hallucingenic payload against the wooey-hooey-wackily BITCH's lips like a bit in a horse's mouth.

"Alllllright. New game, Trin-diddle-dee-triddle-da~" she'd say. Her unmoving emoji of a face could cast the back of Trinette's head in a pink haze while she lay back, feeling the paladin with her body. The micro-tremors in her muscles, the distant but sweet smell of her sweat, the frustrated grunts she might make—uch were the joys of submissions. "It's called swallow and you get to breathe."

The bite worked well to prevent the pill from entering her mouth...she drew blood as her pearly white teeth sunk into the lip of the Virus! She spat out when Spectre pulled her head back, releasing the bleeding lip from her row of teeth...only to then get a taste of the short girl's payback! As the boot of Spectre dug back up into the bluenette's crotch! Nailing her once more in the throbbing and hurting groin of the Paladin! She threw her head back, hands reaching down to cover her womanhood again as she dropped onto her side on the floor, she hissed and winced, shaking her head in pain!

The words of the fans reached her ears, which made the Paladin grit her teeth...shifting on the floor onto her front as she would start to push up onto her hands and knees, forcing herself up to all fours as she threw a glare towards the Virus. She spat out again, a bit of red still in her spittle from her bite of Spectre's lips. As she got up to her hands and knees though, the hand of the emoticon masked villain grabbed firmly onto her blue hair and then drove her face first right into the floor, her forehead smacking harshly onto the ground which sent a white hot flash of pain through her vision, her ears rang for a second or two....

Her left arm was seized by Dot as it was trapped between those shapely thighs! The collar was smooshed right up against her lip, The French wrestler's lips were tightly shut, releasing annoyed and angry groans and moans as she felt that collar being shoved hard against her face...her head pulled right into something like an arm-trap crossface! Her head being jerked backwards a bit from the pressure that Dot was putting on her face and head! She would kick her boots down against the floor, struggling and shifting as she was trapped by Dot! She brought her free arm towards Dot's arms, grabbing at the hand with the collar as she tried to pry and pull it away from her mouth! "Mmghh!"