L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Celina would grunt as her opponent pinned her by way of a big boot to her chest, grabbing his foot and trying her best to lift Ivan's boot off of her chest, teeth gritted as she tried her best to get her opponent off balance so she could escape

Ivan sneered at Celina's feeble attempt to lift his boot, easily overpowering her efforts. He pressed down harder, reveling in the desperation in her eyes.

"You really think you can beat me? I crush girls like you for fun," he taunted, punctuating his words with vicious stomps to her chest.

Each impact sent shockwaves through her body, making it harder for her to breathe. Ivan continued his relentless assault, determined to wear her down.

Celina would gasp after Ivan's first stomp to her chest, with each stomp causing her to gasp for aur again and again, her attempting to crawl with one of her arms as the other clutched her chest, the poor girl coughing as she held her chest tight, trying to get the air back into her lungs, Ivan could her the boos of the crowd which was also bad for Celina considering now she had her heart beat in her ears and the boos of the people while she tried to think of something

Ivan relished the sound of the crowd's disapproval, knowing it only fueled his aggression. He watched with sadistic glee as Celina struggled to breathe, her chest heaving with each desperate gasp.

Seizing the opportunity, Ivan grabbed her leg and dragged her to the center of the ring. He twisted her ankle harshly, locking her into a painful ankle lock.

Time for some hurt.

"aahhhh!"

Celina screamed as she attempted to counter, attempting to use her other leg in order to kick Ivan away so she could escape from her assailant and recover

Ivan grunted as Celina kicked at him, but he refused to let go. He tightened the hold further, applying pressure to her ankle joint.

"Shut it!" he growled, "You're not going anywhere till I say so."

Ivan released Celina's leg abruptly, leaving her to collapse onto the mat. Before she could recover, he pounced on her back, driving his heel down repeatedly into her spine.

"Take that!" he snarled, each stomp punctuated by bone jarring force.

"f******k!!"

Celina screamed as her eyes widened she would try her damnedest to escape, clawing at the mat as she felt every stomp her opponent landed on her back, it felt like he was having a fucking temper tantrum on her back, and the worst part it hurt like hell, with each stomp causing hurting worse than the last with her attempting to crawl to ropes so she could get the hell up

Ivan grinned wickedly as he saw Celina's desperate attempts to escape, her claws digging into the mat in vain. He stood up, towering over her prone form.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," he sneered, dropping back down to straddle her back. He hooked her legs, pulling it up and locking it between his thighs.

"Now you're mine," Ivan declared, applying pressure to hyperextend her knee joint. The Boston Crab was set, and he reveled in Celina's anguished cries.

"I've seen bulls less resilient than this!"

Celina would yell with clenched teeth as she continued to claw her way towards the ropes in the Boston crab, her back was in an extreme amount of pain but she didn't care, she needed this

Ivan laughed at Celina's defiant words, enjoying the sight of her struggling in his grip. However, he decided to let her reach the ropes, curious to see how she'd react once freed.

As soon as her fingers closed around the rope, Ivan released the hold, allowing her to pull herself up. He stepped back, admiring the sweat-drenched mess she'd become.

Ivan watched as Celina struggled to her feet, her movements labored from the intense pain he'd inflicted. He grinned, anticipating her next move.

As soon as she regained her footing, Ivan lunged forward, aiming a vicious Spartan kick at her midsection. His leg shot out, targeting her core to send her flying back through the ropes and crashing to the floor outside the ring.