L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

After an epic struggle, Bengal was forced to release her bite so she could breathe unobstructed. She took a few deep breaths, regaining some of her stamina as she continued to shove and tear at her opponent. Even though she knew it was a waste of air, she couldn’t resist a little trash talk. “You really are a copycat, huh?” she snarled into Preecha’s ear, feeling the other fighter’s colorful hair tickle her lips while she spoke. “I headbutt you, you headbutt me. I bite you, you bite me back. What’s the matter - afraid to think for yourself? If I stuck my thumb up my ass, I bet you’d do that too!”

With that, the Tiger suddenly changed her stance, sliding her legs underneath her body so that her back was against the floor of the cage. The scattered twigs and thorns scratched her shoulders as her opponent’s full weight bore down on her. Bengal wasn’t trying to be a masochist here, however. Her new position might be uncomfortable, but it put her in just the right spot to execute a guillotine choke! “Now I’ll show you...something you can’t copy!” The Indian fighter declared, snaking her legs around the other woman’s midsection while constricting her throat under one arm. If she succeeded in locking in the submission, Preecha would find herself being squeezed in two spots at once, making escape twice as difficult!

Guillotine Choke

The fight so far had been quite even, but Preecha knew that she couldn't allow this to go on forever. She knew her stamina wasn't infinite, but she had no clue how much her opponent could last. It wasn't long before her opponent let go and let out more snarky words. This time, Preecha decided not to say anything back, saving her energy for the fight to come, as she knew that her opponent was not going to hold back at all.

That thought was proven right though as her opponent went in for a guillotine choke while her body was being scissored. This was quite significantly painful for the woman, and she knew that her limited scale of movement made it hard for her to escape this hold. But she knew a way to get out, though it was not usually derivative of her usual fighting habits. She reached a hand and grabbed her opponent's neck, before swinging her head back and forth, hoping to smack it against one of the bars near to it.

BANG! BONG! The Blaze Tiger's head caromed off the bars of the cage, like a mallet striking an oversized xylophone. Startled by the noise, a cloud of birds erupted from the treetops and took flight into the sky. Looking up after them, Bengal found herself wishing she could join them in the fresh air. The atmosphere within the cramped cage had become stifling, as heat radiated from both the fighter’s bodies and the sun-baked metal bars. Her nostrils filled with the sharp scent of her opponent’s musk, along with the rank stench of the decaying leaf litter around them. It was quite a potent blend, and Bengal felt her head going light from the aroma - or maybe, that was just the result of all those blows to the skull.

Either way, she had to get some relief. Bengal clenched her jaw, as if trying to keep the teeth from rattling loose, and cinched the Guillotine even tighter. At the same time, she stretched her free arm forward, digging her clawed fingers into the firm skin of Preecha’s rear end. She began to squeeze, clenching and unclenching her hand, as if she was testing the ripeness of a piece of fruit. Really though, she was looking for the most sensitive area on her opponent’s glutes, hoping to wear down the critical muscle with sustained pressure!