L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Celina would end up holding the awkward position with her opponent, hoping that she would give up if she held out long enough, was she sure if this would work no but it was the best plan she had so she would continue to kiss Chalia, sealing her breath as she stretched her this awkward position

It was hard to stay angry about the kiss, when Chalia's belly was in so much pain. Her spine arched mercilessly, making her twitch. e couldn't move. Her legs were trapped, her arm wrenched painfully over Celina’s thigh, her entire body completely at the mercy of the blond. And with every second that passed, the pain in her torqued abdomen grew unbearable, sending sharp, fiery stabs of agony deep into her core. Chalia let out a muffled whimper against Celina’s lips, her chest rising and falling rapidly as panic took over her senses. The pain was overwhelming, her stomach felt like it was about to be ripped in half!

Celina felt as if she might actually win this, that this was going to be her match plus she did enjoy how Chalia's lips tasted, she might kiss her for a while longer after she won, Celina would practically drool over the idea, moaning as she held her opponent in this awkward position for as long as she could

Just as Chalia thought it couldn't get any worse, Celina suddenly released the hold—only to yank Chalia off balance, twisting her body even further before dropping her backward, spine-first, into the unforgiving mat!

"AAAGHHH!" Chalia’s scream tore through the air as her back slammed violently against the canvas, the impact jolting through her entire body like an electric shock. Her spine arched in agony as she bounced slightly from the force, Her legs bent at the knees, feet lightly kicking the canvas as she writhed in pain.

Her abs involuntarily tensed and flexed, visibly tightening and relaxing in an unsteady rhythm, reacting to the lingering strain of Celina’s hold and the brutal slam. Her face twisted in a grimace, her lips slightly parted, drawing in short, labored breaths, and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before blinking rapidly, trying to process the sheer intensity of the pain.

"Argh, my belly, fuck this hurts! And my back...!" she said arching her back, and putting hand on it. She did not expect Celina to be capable of delivering such a painful hold on her body!

Celina would end up being crushed under her opponent, slowly attempting to push her off before crawling away, hoping she could get towards the ropes so that she could get to her feet and recover before her opponent could, she knew that if Chalia did she was probably gonna put her in at least twice the pain Celina put her through

Chalia leaned over and put her hands on her knees, looking with anger in her eyes at the enemy who embarassed her like that in front of the crowd. She hated the thought of a so much smaller enemy dominating her like that with people watching.

"Aaah, alright! I was gonna treat you a little nicer cause you seemed like just a little goof, but you shouldn't have done that. Not that it hurt that much, but I'm still pissed!" even though it did hurt that much, she didn't wanna seem weak

Celina was currently blushing from the rush of making out with such a hostile woman, immediately she knew that Camilla wasn't happy, immediately she would attempt to sweep her opponent's leg, rushing at her in hopes to catch her off guard

Chalia shifts her weight back, letting Celina's leg pass harmlessly in front of her. Chalia brings both her arms down, catching Celina’s shoulders as she’s still low to the ground and yanks her forward and down, spiking her face-first into the mat with a controlled shove. The crowd gasps as Celina hits the canva

"Still feel like kissing me?"

Chalia doesn't give her a chance to recover. She slides into position, locking her legs around Celina’s, applying a figure-four submission hold. Chalia felt a rush of confidence previously shaken by being put in an embarassing position

"I warned you, little girl!" she says, squeezing her victim hard

Celina would scream in pain, holding her head as she clawed at the mat, attempting to pull herself to the ropes so that she could escape from her opponent's figure four lock

Chalia bends forward, reaches down and fists a handful of Celina’s hair, yanking her head up off the mat so she’s forced to look at her. The pressure on the hold eases. but Chalia doesn't care that much, given her enemy looked pretty beat up anyways, giving her perfect opportunity to taunt her

"What now, huh?" she sneers, shaking her head "You want out? You wanna go cry to mama? Tell her you got a boo boo?"