L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Bengal's facebuster leaves Scurvy stunned and disoriented, but the Tiger isn't done yet. Seated behind her opponent, she folds up the other woman's legs and yanks on her wrists, painfully wrenching the Pirate's arms behind her back. Scurvy's body is bent into a C-shape as Bengal as Bengal locks the submission in.

Scurvy groans with pain and shakes her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Bengal continues pulling, arching the Pirate's spine further and further with each motion. If the Tiger can keep a grip on her slippery opponent, she'll eventually transition to holding Scurvy by the chin, using the strap of her eyepatch to gain even more leverage.

Spoiler

Bengal knows that making Scurvy tap out is the only way she can win this match, and she's looking to accomplish that as quickly as possible. Still, that doesn't mean she can't toss in a few taunts along the way. Shattering her opponent's fighting spirit will be even more satisfying than breaking her body.

"What's the matter, sailor? You look a little bent out of shape," she snarks, as the Pirate struggles in her grasp. "If you scream for me, I might let you go." She smirks deviously, knowing that there's no way in hell she'll ever honor that offer. Still, if she can trick her opponent into humiliating herself here, that will make her victory all the sweeter...

This wasn’t the first time Scurvy had been slammed, but it didn't exactly make the concept any less painful. The impact left her breathless, her mind reeling, her thoughts scrambled. That was until she came roaring back to consciousness when the tiger grabbed hold of her, locking her hands under her chin as she was suddenly folded up. She coughed and gagged, still dazed from the assault but aware enough to know it likely wasn’t over. Sure enough, “What…what’re you—AH!” Scurvy mumbled under her breath as Bengal pulled her into a tight modified camel clutch.

The pain shot through her spine like a lightning bolt, and Scurvy gritted her teeth, refusing to give Bengal the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Her arms felt like they were being torn from their sockets, and her back was bent at an angle that made her wonder if it might just snap. But Scurvy wasn’t one to give up easily. She thrashed wildly, her knees scraping against the mat as she tried to find some leverage, some way to relieve the pressure.

“You think…you’ve got me…already, you overgrown housecat?” Scurvy spat through gritted teeth, her voice strained but defiant. She twisted her body, trying to reach to one side, hoping to throw Bengal off balance enough that she could reach the bottom rope. Bengal yanked harder, arching Scurvy’s back even further, and the Pirate let out a strangled cry. Her vision blurred for a moment, but she shook her head, forcing herself to focus. She wasn’t done yet.

Though Bengal kept smiling, inwardly she was furious at Scurvy's defiance. Even while trapped in her submission, the Pirate was still joking around, calling her a housecat. It was time to change her attitude. Releasing one hand from Scurvy's chin, she grabbed the strap of Scurvy's eyepatch instead, along with a fistful of her silvery hair, using her new grip to crank her opponent's head back even further.

"Have I got you NOW? What about NOW?" She growled, as she viciously twisted Scurvy's head, first to one side, then the other. Her opponent was bent so far back now that Bengal barely had to lean forward to whisper into her ear. "Just let me know when you've had enough, Cap'n Crunch. The Age of Pirates is done, and so are you!"

Bengal was so focused on mocking her opponent that she didn't notice the way Scurvy was straining for the ropes. The referee did, however. She got down on her knees, preparing to make a call - but whether it would be a rope break or a tap out, she wasn't sure. The two fighters continued to struggle, every muscle taut with exertion. The hold was taking its toll on the Tiger too - that much was obvious from the sweat pouring down her reddened face. Still, she wasn't letting up on the pressure. Would Scurvy be able to reach the ropes before Bengal's submission snapped her in half?

Scurvy’s vision blurred as Bengal’s grip tightened, the pain radiating through her spine and shoulders like a wildfire. The modified camel clutch was brutal, and Bengal’s added torment—yanking her eyepatch strap and hair—only made it worse. But Scurvy wasn’t one to quit. She could feel the mat beneath her knees, the rough texture digging into her skin as she fought to stay conscious. With a guttural growl, Scurvy shifted her weight slightly, testing Bengal’s balance. The Tiger was too focused on cranking her head back that she had left one of her arms totally free. Scurvy’s free hand spun and twisted her wrist, her fingers clawing at Bengal’s forearm. It wasn’t much, but it was looking to dig enough to create a tiny gap in Bengal’s grip.

“You think… you’ve broken me?” Scurvy hissed, her voice strained but dripping with defiance. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that, CAT.”

With a sudden burst of energy, Scurvy slammed her free elbow into Bengal’s ribs. If Bengal was caught off guard by the sudden movement, she would use the chacne she lost her balance to carry her momentum carried into a roll, and grabbing at her lower back, Scurvy rolled over and landed on her feet, her chest heaving as she glared at Bengal, tumbling toward the ropes, clutching her back but refusing to show weakness. She grabbed the rope for support, her knuckles white as she steadied herself. Bengal was likely already back on her feet, her eyes blazing with fury, but Scurvy was ready.

There it was again: that cocky, heroic attitude from Scurvy, even as the Pirate was practically bent double. It made the bile rise in Bengal's throat; she preferred her enemies begging and broken. "You want me to try harder? Be careful what you wish for, b-" she started, but her words were interrupted as Scurvy's elbow crashed into her side with the force of a cannonball. The impact sent the Tiger rolling backward, as the other woman surged forward at the same time, breaking her clutch. Inwardly, Bengal cursed herself for allowing the Pirate to get her arm free; she should have kept a closer eye on her wily opponent.

She did that now, glowering angrily at Scurvy as the two fighters got to their feet. The Pirate's position next to the ropes had given her something to brace herself on - but it also left her vulnerable to being trapped again. Bengal decided to try just that. She pounced forward, grabbing Scurvy's right wrist with her own left hand, attempting to wrap her opponent's arm around the top rope and secure her in place by the crook of her elbow. If she succeeded, she'd use her free hand to blast the Pirate with repeated strikes to the face!

Scurvy, ever the quick-thinking and resourceful Pirate saw Bengal coming, and as the tiger lunged forward to grab her wrist, Scurvy twisted her body just enough to evade the full grasp. Instead of resisting, she used Bengal's momentum against her leading to ther running towards the ropes, and with a smug grin, grabbed hold of her forearm, and bouncing up with one foot on the middle rope behind her, using it as a springboard to propel herself upward. She swung her other leg over Bengal's shoulder, her thighs clamping down like a vice around the Tiger's neck. The crowd roared as Scurvy's body arched backward, her legs tightening in a hanging headscissor choke.



"Still want to try harder, love?" Scurvy taunted, her voice strained but dripping with confidence. But Scurvy wasn't about to make it easy for her. The Pirate's legs flexed harder, her determination unyielding as she squeezed, and Scurvy, ever the showwoman, hung upside down from the ropes, her body arched in a perfect inverted curve. Her long hair dangled toward the mat, swaying slightly with the motion of the struggle, while her arms hung loose, exuding an air of effortless dominance.

Gravity was Scurvy’s ally, amplifying the pressure of the hold as Bengal’s weight pulled downward, her neck trapped in the vice-like grip of Scurvy’s powerful thighs. The Pirate’s muscles in her calves and thighs flexing visibly as she cranked the hold with brutal precision. It wasn't gonna be long till Bengal’s face turned a deeper shade of red as the choke cut off her air supply.

Bengal's eyes widened with surprise as Scurvy weaved out of the way of her strike, twisting her body like an eel. Before the Tiger even knew what was happening, she was being spun around. Her shoulders were pressed against the top rope, her neck trapped between the Pirate's shapely thighs. Far from being vulnerable, it seemed like the Mexican woman had been planning this counterattack all along. She was saying something, but Bengal couldn't make out the words with the choke muffling her ears.

As Scurvy tightened the headscissor, Bengal's face began to turn the same dull red color as her opponent's lacy top. She strained forward, trying to escape, but the other woman's weight held her firmly in place. Desperate for air, she pitched her body backward instead, trying to flip over the top rope to break the hold - but she lost her grip on the cable, and both fighters collapsed to the floor outside the ring in a tangle of limbs. Bengal tried to roll with the impact as she fell, to minimize the damage. She could only hope that Scurvy wouldn't get off so easy.

Bengal tried to roll with the impact as she fell, but unfortunately for her, the pirate was already on the move. Scurvy untangled herself from the fall with a catlike grace, irionic since her foe was a tiger, and quickly scrambled back toward the ring. She threw an arm onto the apron, hoisting herself up with practiced ease before slipping under the bottom rope. Rising to her feet, she brushed a few strands of hair from her face, a smirk tugging at her lips as she spotted Bengal groaning on the floor outside.

Scurvy grabbed the top rope and effortlessly pulled herself back inside. She took off running, her boots thundering against the canvas before running back over to the tiger, jumping up onto the ropes, springbing off the middle with a step-up tope con hilo!

Spoiler

Scurvy’s body twisted mid-air, her lacy leotard fluttering as she launched into a breathtaking dive. The crowd erupted as she soared like a cannonball fired from a warship, her body arcing through the air with precision before she looked to crash down onto Bengal. If it worked, a loud thud echoed through the arena as Bengal was flattened against the ringside floor. The impact forced the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping as Scurvy lay across her for a brief moment, the pirate's chest rising and falling as she caught her own breath. Then, ever so casually, Scurvy propped herself up on one elbow and gave Bengal’s cheek a few light pats, grinning.

"Looks like yer beached," she teased, voice dripping with amusement.

Bengal's escape from the ring hadn't gone the way she'd expected. She'd managed to break the choke, that much was true. But instead of injuring her opponent, her sudden backward fall had simply given Scurvy the opportunity to set up more offense. As Bengal lay on the floor, rubbing her bruised throat, a shadow suddenly loomed over her. A split-second later, the Panty Pirate landed on top of her, flattening her against the hard surface once more. Bengal's head went light as the wind was knocked out of her. For a moment, she feared that she would lose consciousness completely. But the sensation of Scurvy patting her cheek brought her back to her senses - and filled her with blinding rage.

"Beach THIS!" She snarled, although her shortness of breath made it hard to get the words out. Then she twisted her body toward Scurvy, attempting to claw the Pirate across the face while driving a knee between her legs. The fans booed raucously, but the referee, still inside the ring, didn't notice the dirty moves. She was too busy starting the count-out: "One! Two!" If Bengal's attack was successful, she would stagger to her feet and roll back into the ring, narrowly avoiding a DQ loss. Hopefully, Scurvy wouldn't be able to follow her.

The moment Bengal twisted beneath her, Scurvy knew she was in trouble. The tiger’s claws raked across her cheek, drawing a sharp hiss from the pirate as she recoiled—only to be met with a brutal knee between her legs. The crowd gasped as Scurvy doubled over, her face contorting in pain as she rolled off Bengal with a groan. "Three! Four!" the referee continued, oblivious to the illegal strikes, Scurvy cluthing her groin, teeth gritted as she forced herself to breathe through the agony. Bengal, meanwhile, staggered to her feet and rolled back into the ring, narrowly beating the count. The fans booed louder, but the tiger didn’t care—she was back in the fight.

"Five! Six!"

Scurvy’s mind raced. She needed to recover, needed to reset. And what better place to do that than where no one could find her? With a grunt, she pushed herself up—just enough to crawl toward the ring. The referee’s count continued, but Scurvy wasn’t worried about being counted out. No, she had a better idea."Seven! Eight!" Just as the ref’s hand was about to say nine, Scurvy slithered under the bottom rope, breaking the count, only to then immmeitally roll back out, sticking her tounge out at Bengal, and as the referee restarted their count, the Pirate then rolled under the ring, vanishing into the shadows. The crowd murmured in confusion—where had the Panty plundering Pirate gone? Under the ring, Scurvy took a deep breath, steadying herself. The pain was still there, but she could work through it. She had at least till nine to recover, and now Bengal didn't even know where she was!