L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Bengal wasn't comfy - not one bit. Of course, it wasn't like she could inform Dolly of that fact, thanks to the smothering pressure keeping her lips tightly sealed. She continued to thrash madly against her bonds, but the pink-haired punk stubbornly refused to release her.

Despite her best efforts, the Tiger felt herself beginning to fade. She couldn't keep this up for much longer. Her skin was slick with sweat, especially around her trapped face, and her head was spinning from lack of air. Her ornate eye makeup had started to run, stinging her eyes and leaving a dark smudge on Dolly's breasts. Bengal couldn't see that, though; her current position left her blind as well as mute. The fans leaned forward in their seats, wondering if they were about to see an upset early win for this LAW debutante.

But Bengal had another dirty trick in her repertoire. Just as it seemed like her Bear Hug was starting to slack, she dropped it entirely, seizing Dolly's bikini bottom and microskirt with her clawed hands. Then she yanked the thin elastic fabric upward between her opponent's butt cheeks, delivering a painful, humiliating wedgie! Hopefully, this nasty stunt would be enough to secure her escape. If it wasn't, Dolly might be about to take one of the Tiger's nine lives...

Dolly let out a surprised squeal the moment Bengal’s fingers latched onto her outfit.

“Hey—eep! That’s not fair!”

Her teasing tone faltered for the first time as the wedgie snapped into place, drawing a loud laugh from the crowd and turning the Ragdoll Royalty’s cheeks nearly as pink as her hair. The playful energy in her body flickered, hips twitching as she tried to squirm away from the Tiger’s vengeful grip.

Still, even through the surprise and sting, Dolly clung to her smother hold with what little composure she had left.

“Rude kitty,” she gasped out, trying to stay perched despite her outfit being bunched up in the most undignified way possible.

But her grip was weakening now—not from fear, but from the sheer shock of the tactic. The humiliation mixed with the creeping fatigue from Bengal’s bear hug had her teetering on the edge, both physically and mentally. She lifted slightly, instinctively trying to adjust her balance, and in that moment gave Bengal just enough space to breathe again.

Dolly blinked down, meeting Bengal’s furious, smeared gaze for the first time since pinning her down. The moment was electric—sweat, smudged makeup, and all. Despite everything, Dolly still gave her opponent a crooked, breathless grin.

“Looks like the feline douchebag does need a little air.” she giggled, her voice still soft, but the match burning bright in her eyes. “But don’t think I’m done, tiger girl.”

And with that, she finally rolled off, landing gracefully on her side, tugging her skirt back down with a pout and giving her wedgied bottom a playful swat.

“I’m gonna get you back for that you b*tch.”

Bengal gasped for breath as she wrenched her face out of Dolly's bosom, like a swimmer surfacing from a deep dive. Air flooded into her lungs, seeming to burn her from the inside out. The arena lights were overly bright after so long stuck in darkness, and the Tiger squinted up at them through her heavy lashes. As she did, she felt her opponent pull away from her. She did the same, rolling to her feet as quickly as she could, glancing cautiously at the other woman - yet it appeared that Dolly was letting her rise, without any more interference.

Her opponent's casual attitude sent another wave of anger flooding through Bengal. Showing me mercy? That'll be her last mistake, she thought to herself bitterly, as she pushed her sweat-soaked hair out from in front of her face, glowering. The wedgie was a start, but she wanted some real revenge on Dolly. The Tiger had expected an easy victory tonight, and every moment that passed with this rookie still conscious was another embarrassment for her. She had to come out on top here, no matter the cost.

As her opponent began to approach, she saw an opportunity to do just that. Leaping backward onto the bottom rope, she used the elastic as a springboard to launch herself forward, crashing down on top of Dolly with a Diving Crossbody! The two fighters fell to the canvas in a tangle of limbs. Spinning around on top of her opponent so that the two were face-to-face, Bengal seized the pink-haired wrestler's wrists as she grapevined out her legs, trying to set up a breast smother of her own!

Grapevine Smother

Dolly let out a sharp little "Oof!" as Bengal’s lithe form collided with hers, the Tiger's body flattening her with surprising force. One second she was standing tall with a smug smile and a swat to her backside—next thing she knew, she was sprawled flat on her back, limbs splayed, with a very angry feline pouncing right on top of her.

“W-whoa—!” she yelped, before Bengal’s toned frame pressed her down hard against the mat.

She barely had time to blink before her wrists were snagged and pinned above her head, Bengal’s legs tangling with hers in a tight grapevine. Dolly wriggled beneath her, but the smother came swift and sudden—Bengal’s own chest smushed firmly down over Dolly’s face, sealing off her breath in an instant.

The crowd roared as the roles reversed dramatically. The Ragdoll Royalty, once so cocky, was now caught underneath the very same type of hold she had just used—and Bengal was not holding back.

“Mmmph!” Dolly’s muffled voice squeaked from beneath Bengal, her legs kicking gently before curling up slightly, caught off guard and flustered by the dominance now being forced upon her. Her hands fidgeted in Bengal’s grip, testing the strength of the pin, but her opponent’s fury-fueled grip was ironclad.

Dolly’s legs squirmed more frantically beneath the grapevine, but Bengal ground her hips just a little, turning the hold into something punishing. This wasn’t just about winning anymore, it was about making a point.

Yet even smothered, Dolly didn’t seem entirely rattled. Her body shifted beneath Bengal’s like a ragdoll indeed—soft, wavy, deceptively pliant. She wasn’t tapping… at least not yet. She began to kiss and lick at Bengal's chest.

Bengal kept her arms and legs taut, muscles rigid, fighting to keep Dolly pinned underneath her. The pair were closely matched, but so far, the Tiger was winning the struggle. Maybe those extra hours in the gym had been worth it, for this moment at least. Bengal even picked up a few cheers from the crowd, something she wasn't exactly used to hearing. Were the fans starting to shift to her side, or was her hearing damaged from Dolly squeezing her head into putty? She hoped it was the former, but wasn't 100 percent sure.

Just as she was beginning to settle into the smother, Bengal felt the skin between her breasts prickle with goosebumps. Dolly was using her mouth yet again, and she clearly knew what she was doing. Like before, it wasn't an unwelcome sensation - just extremely distracting. Bengal's body spasmed with every kiss and lick, jerking like a fish on a hook. She clutched hard on the other woman's wrists and thrust her hips down, while her toes curled involuntarily within her tiger-striped boots.

"You...dirty girl!" she spat through gritted teeth. Bengal meant for it to sound intimidating, but her breath was catching in her chest, and it came out as more of a whine. Maybe she should have thought of a more cutting insult, but it was impossible to concentrate with Dolly's tongue eagerly exploring her cleavage. But a veteran like her couldn't get flustered by nonsense like that! Bengal tried to relax her jaw and slow her breathing, even though her pulse was fluttering in her chest. She had to focus...focus on winning...

Dolly could feel every beat of Bengal’s heart thudding against her cheek. It was fast, faster than it should have been. Despite the pressure keeping her pinned, despite the humiliating breast smother and the Tiger’s tight grapevine, Dolly knew she was getting to her. And if there was one thing Dolly was good at, it was pushing buttons in the cutest, most maddening way possible.

Still caught beneath her opponent’s weight, she let her lips linger, parting slightly against the warmth of Bengal’s chest. The reaction was immediate. Bengal jolted above her like she'd touched a live wire, her whole body shivering ever so slightly as she gritted out that flustered, breathy "You…dirty girl!"

Dolly couldn’t exactly laugh with her mouth full, but her smug little hum vibrated against Bengal’s skin in response.

It wasn’t a taunt. It wasn’t cruel. It was just Dolly being Dolly. Teasing, playful, and utterly at ease even when trapped in a hold that should have had her on the verge of passing out. Her knees shifted restlessly, trying not to give away too much of how close she was to running out of air. Her hands twisted softly beneath Bengal’s grip, not yanking or clawing, just reminding her that she was still here, still squirming, still enjoying the game.

Above her, Bengal’s expression flickered. Not with anger now, but something caught between desperation and disbelief. She was doing everything right, holding tight, staying on top, using every inch of her strength and ring know-how. And yet Dolly’s touch, her mouth, her energy, none of it matched what Bengal was used to. It wasn’t resistance in the typical sense. It was a slow unraveling.

"I’m gonna make you regret that," Bengal huffed, hips twitching again, almost involuntarily. She was trying to keep her focus, trying to will her body into compliance, but every second that passed with Dolly nuzzled into her cleavage was a second she wasn’t thinking about her strategy.

And Dolly, ever so gently, used that slip in focus to slide one of her legs free.

Just a little. Just enough to test the waters.

Bengal sank deeper into the hold, but that didn't dissuade Dolly one bit. The other woman's tongue kept working away, until the Tiger was so overwrought that she could hardly tell which way was up. Her efforts to slow her breathing long forgotten, she panted like an animal in heat as she bit down onto her own lip, drawing a single drop of crimson blood. "You...you...nnyYAAH!" She gasped as she arched her back, too far gone to even articulate another insult.

Were smother matches always this intense? Did her opponent perhaps have more experience with them than she did? Having failed to watch any of Dolly's prior matches, Bengal couldn't say. She found herself wishing that she'd listened to her agent's advice, and done more to prepare. But there wasn't any time for that now...

Lost in thought, overcome by ecstasy, Bengal didn't notice that Dolly had slipped one of her legs free from the grapevine hold. However, the pink-haired wrestler's arms remained tightly pinned to the canvas, and her air supply was running out. If she truly had some brilliant plan to escape, she needed to use it soon.

Bengal’s body had gone molten above her, caught somewhere between fury and something much hotter. Dolly could feel every shaky breath, every twitch, and the sudden lurch when the Tiger's back arched in a helpless, instinctive cry. That wild, ragged "nnyYAAH!" echoed in Dolly’s ears like victory music. But the hold still wasn’t broken, and while Bengal was fraying, Dolly’s own lungs were screaming for relief.

With one leg already loose, Dolly planted her heel against the canvas and gave a sharp twist of her hips. Her freed knee snuck between Bengal’s legs, forcing just enough space to unhook the second one. Bengal shifted slightly in response—too dazed, too overwhelmed to adjust fast enough—and that was all Dolly needed.

Her right leg coiled up fast, then launched forward in a fluid motion, aiming to scissor Bengal’s head from behind. The impact wasn’t full-force, but it was sudden and unexpected. The pink-haired rookie threw her weight into the motion, rolling them both sideways, using her moment of freedom and Bengal’s unsteadiness to flip the top-heavy smother into a tumble.

The crowd erupted again as the tangle of limbs hit the mat, both women briefly losing their bearings. Dolly came up on one elbow, flushed, sweaty, and grinning through her heavy breaths. Her chest heaved, rising and falling in wild rhythm as she blinked the haze from her eyes.

"Geez… you're intense," she murmured with a tired smile, brushing her damp hair from her face. "You're not gonna make me earn every second of this, huh?"

Just as it seemed like Bengal's chest was about to burst like a balloon from the pleasure swelling within her, she felt Dolly's knee prying her legs apart. In her disoriented state, she couldn't react in time to stop her. The next moment, her opponent was scissoring her head and throwing her to the side, breaking the smother. The ring around her dissolved into a kaleidoscope of blurred motion. When it cleared again, both fighters were lying on their side, breathing in unison, cheeks rosy and streaked with sweat. Dolly had propped herself up on her elbow, and was blinking her long lashes at Bengal in a way that made the Tiger's heartbeat quicken yet again.

Pushing those distracting feelings away, Bengal forced her face into what she hoped was a menacing expression. "The only thing you're gonna earn from me," she snarled, "Is a beating!" Grabbing onto Dolly's wrists, she rolled back over her opponent, squashing her supple figure against the canvas. Then she sprang to her feet, pulling the other woman into a kneeling position as she drove her own knee forward into a ferocious Kamigoye! Landing a strike like this could potentially stun her opponent, making it harder for Dolly to defend herself.

Kamigoye

Bengal lunged in low, trying to tackle her down, but Dolly was already moving, her thighs snapping shut around the Tiger's neck. “Aww, gotcha now, kitty~” she purred, rolling to her side and dragging Bengal with her, locking in a tight headscissors. Her legs flexed around Bengal’s skull, squeezing with a slowly in a rhythm that was sensual and punishing. "I could keep this position all daAAAAY!" Dolly said right before Bengal rolled her over and put her in a kneeling position before Bengal unleashed her Kamigoye.

Dolly’s head snapped back with the sharp crack of Bengal’s knee slamming into her skull, the Kamigoye connecting brutally. The crowd let out a sharp gasp, the sound rippling through the arena as Dolly’s body slumped forward in Bengal’s grasp. She was dazed, and could not bear to keep her mind clear as the whole ring was blurry to her. She was now in a vulnerable state and needed some time to recover.