L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Her fingers intertwined with Steele's simultaneously, immediately after the pinkette star told her what was looming over her for choosing to continue serving chaos, the Test was repeated, ending as soon as it began.

This time, the result was no different.

Gabriel struggled to resist as Nova went all out, dragging her around the ring as if she were dead weight and slamming the queen's back against the corner post with a loud thud!

The queen gritted her teeth but kept any gesture that might denote pain or fear from herself. Her back arched forward, moulding itself to the corner in an attempt not to be crushed, one of her feet resting on the lower tensioner, trying to find a foothold to slip out of. Her toned, flat abdomen gradually rubbed against her opponent's steel abs during the struggle. And, even though it was not suited to her, she nevertheless maintained her grip on Nova's hands at all costs. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked for the referee to see what they were doing or would do, and once she spotted their approaching—it only took her a second to locate her and assess the situation—Gabriel continued with her improvisation.

She puffed out her chest, still with her upper back arched over the corner, and tensed every muscle in her sculpted body. Her shirt filled out, her bulging biceps visible beneath the sleeves, and the technique of a bodybuilder manifested into every muscle fibre beneath her beautiful skin. Gritting her teeth from the effort, she used all her physical strength and willpower to match Nova Steele's height, raise her arms above both of them, and look her in the face.

But she didn't succeed in either the former or the latter.

Nova continued to loom over her like a guillotine, and she couldn't match their height in any way, even using the bottom turnbuckle. But even so, she did not let go of their hands!

She squeezed harder, as if to make the leather of their gloves creak. One of her legs rose and rested on Steele's hip, bringing her pelvis closer to hers; her other leg, seeing that it wasn't really helping and that the blonde's torso was being crushed against the corner, tried to find another grip. However, this caused her thigh to accidentally bounce off her attacker's crotch.

It was a quick slip. Gabriel swallowed hard. It was an accident, but in BJJ, things like that happen, and you just keep going. So she bit her lip, embarrassed, and gave up. Let Steele's strength push her arms completely out of the ring in one gasp; her breasts to meet hers with a rebound—the mountains covered in spandex are leaning against the mountains covered by a nylon shirt—and it allowed the pinkette's face to be closer to hers.

If this went this well, her thigh would brush against the cosmic superheroine's crotch again from the collision, only for Gabriel to take advantage of the slip to slide her breath between Nova's lips just as the pinkette breathed.

“I can't handle you if you're gonna stare at me like that all night, love." She hissed.

Nova’s breath came steady, hot against Gabriel’s cheek as the blonde strained beneath her grip. Blue eyes locked onto hers with a sharp, unyielding hunger, and then, with one sudden heave, Nova surged forward. The last few steps crashed home with all the momentum her powerful frame could muster, driving Gabriel back into the turnbuckles with a bone-rattling thud.

The blonde’s chest rose sharply as air hissed through her lips, only for Nova’s weight to slam flush against her a heartbeat later. Spandex ground against nylon as their bodies pressed tight, heat and sweat melding between them. Nova’s forearm slid upward, grinding unrelentingly under Gabriel’s chin, forcing her head back until her throat was bared and her spine arched against the padding. Their faces hovered close, so close that Gabriel could feel the sultry warmth of Nova’s breath spilling down her neck.

“You squirm and wriggle, as expected of a servant of chaos,” Nova growled, her voice low, thick with authority yet tinged with dangerous intimacy. She shifted closer still, the powerful swell of her torso molding against Gabriel’s own, her sleek gear gliding up against her captive opponent. Thigh brushed against thigh,a fleeting bump, subtle but undeniable, and for the smallest instant Nova’s focus hitched. A shake of her head banished the thought as quickly as it came.

“If the eyes of Justice unsettle you so,” she rumbled, pressing Gabriel’s head harder against the pads, “then take this moment to reflect upon the alliances you’ve chosen, fiendish woman. Guilt looms like executioner's blade. Tell me, how will you keep your head when it drops?"

Nova leaned partly away, her arm drawing back like the hammer of a revolver. The threat lingered for one breath, then snapped forward with devastating force. Her fist slammed into Gabriel’s abdomen, knuckles like stone driving deep into taut muscle. Gabriel jolted, her body buckling inward, but Nova was merciless—her forearm wedged beneath the blonde’s chin wrenched her upright again, presenting her as a helpless target.

The rhythm began. Mechanical, punishing, relentless. Nova’s punches fired like pistons, hammering Gabriel’s stomach again and again, each meaty thwack echoing through the arena. Sweat misted off with every strike, the heroine’s body flexing and snapping with well-oiled precision. With every impact Gabriel’s body lurched against her, their thighs brushing, fleeting but undeniable in the cramped space of the corner.

The repeated jolts sent shivers of friction across their legs, a heat that lingered longer than it should have. For an instant, as Gabriel’s body shuddered from the punishment, Nova felt that heat pulse back into her own. A small, betraying blush bloomed across her cheeks, her lips tightening into a fleeting, frustrated line.

Then, with a sharp breath, Nova stepped back just enough to create space. One palm flattened against Gabriel’s chest, fingers splayed over the swell of her sternum, pinning her upright against the corner while she regained her composure. Beneath her touch she could feel Gabriel’s heartbeat fluttering against her palm, the rise and fall of breath shuddering through her chest, a reminder of control reclaimed, even as the phantom warmth of those brushes against her thigh lingered.

And then came the forearms. Heavy, brutal, each one whipped across Gabriel’s face with a sickening crack that rang out through the rafters. The crowd gasped and groaned with every blow as Nova’s arm cut through the air, the sharp thud of bone striking flesh punctuated by the sharp snap of Gabriel’s skull jerking violently to the side. Her golden hair flew with each impact, whipping across her face, sticking to her sweat-slick skin before flinging free again in wild arcs.

Another forearm crashed in, the force rocking her back against the pads, her body jolting as if every strike sent a shock through her spine. Each connection left the sound of impact hanging in the air, wet, meaty, and loud enough to make the crowd wince.

Again and again, Nova hammered her, the heroine’s sweat-slick body rippling with effort as she poured raw power into the barrage. Nova’s fingers dragged along Gabriel’s body, dipping low to gather the fabric of her opened collar’s shirt into her vice grip. The position forced Gabriel to take every strike, her face whipped side to side, hair flying, mouth falling open in ragged gasps as she tried to breathe between the relentless crashes of Nova’s forearms.

Every strike was both punishment and proclamation, raw control, devastating in its intent. The domineering rhythm of it, the way Gabriel’s beauty was rattled and whipped about under the weight of justice, left the crowd on edge. Nova’s muscles flexed under the lights, her body gleaming, taut and commanding, hammering down blow after blow, holding Gabriel upright just so she could savor the act of breaking her down piece by piece.

When the heroine had finally met out enough punishment, she stepped back, giving Gabriel’s shirt a firm tug. It was then her fingers came away, letting the blonde stand or fall on her own merits after the beating she had sustained. One thing was clear though, unlike before, no more mercy was to be given. If the blonde hit the mat, Nova would plant a boot roughly on her shoulder to shove her onto her back just to meet her gaze again, so she would know those blue steely eyes were still on her.

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The agent of Chaos could only squirm onto that corner, stretching as far as her back and long legs would allow to get as comfortable as possible in that cramped space. The gleam in her eyes flickered as the blue supernova loomed over her. The top of the villain's back was lying on the top pad, pushed out by a pinkette who seemed to want to throw her out of the ring by the strength of their muscles. The rest of Gabbie was being crushed between the corner and the seductive body of the pinkette. And above the face of a stuttering Gabriel was that of Nova, who continued to suppress her with her weight and power, and perhaps enjoying the punishment she was about to inflict on the British punk.

The blonde was getting nowhere; her leg accidentally bounced off her opponent's groin, but apart from the blush on Steele's face that Gabbie got, there was nothing else positive. Apart from the excessive physical contact of course, which, even to Vinlee, an underground wrestler, made her blush despite being used to such friction. Perhaps it was because she had never been treated like that before.

She groaned through clenched teeth when she had a Nova's forearm under her chin, unable to stop Nova from keep taming herself; push her head out, arching it even further, eliciting some muffled groans from chaotic blondie as more instinctive jolts.

For a moment, Gabriel thought her opponent wanted to knock her out of the ring, even though the only way to do that was to break the corner post. The blonde swallowed as best she could. Her body had arched in a way rarely seen before, and in a style too seductive not to capture her profile on camera. Examine her from head to toe as the heroine honoured her position here—subdued the Chaos like an eagle to a snake. Showing how seductive, beautiful, and powerful she is by The Order.

The confidence with which Nova tell as if this were already in the bag shook something in Gabriel's mind, a sign of concern that ended up making every nerve in the blonde stand on end. She was in trouble. She needed to get out of that position. Y the situation did not really turn into scary for the pubgirl until Gabriel saw her opponent's fist recoil and rise. The blonde's eyes grew huge. She gasped in dread before try any action. And the impact detonated in her wavering.

It was as quick as it was explosive...

Nova's fist met Gabriel's stomach in a wild collision. Her body bent forward immediately, folding around the knuckles of the woman in the white spandex leotard. Her abs cushioned the impact, but even so, despite having an abdomen capable of stopping a blow from Liliel, against Nova, they barely shielded the onslaught of that stellar fist. Her eyes widened as her cheeks sucked in and saliva sprayed from her mouth onto Nova's bare shoulder. The queen's drool jumbled with the sweat of the agent of Order. Spasmodic tremors took hold of her, lingering even after Nova withdrew her fist from inside her. Her abdomen remained submerged even after that.

She endured it, yet she did not overcome the shock that fist had brought. How strong was Nova Steele? That question seized her mind.

And then came another blow that made something inside Gabriel sizzle as another expulsion of air chirped as it crossed her throat. Her eyes widened again, saliva dripped more profusely, her ass was seated in the gap between the turnbuckles as her skirt swayed uncontrollably, and the impact came out through her back.

"Goough...guuuegk...Guuoouggg...Gaaag...Gah-haagh..."

Her legs kicked wildly, one of them bouncing her thigh between Nova's legs. And it didn't stop. One impact after another, Gabriel's abdomen was forced to soften, choking back gasps with each thrust into her stomach. With each fist, her abs were driven deeper and deeper. With each impact, the air she didn't know she had was expelled from her mouth, making her eyes widen instantly. With each blow, Gabriel's legs bounced, hitting Nova's groin several times while the punches seating Gabriel on the middle pad, only to be slid out of there by inertia and fit back into that narrow space in the corner with a other hoock.

Her body bent over until she was hunched over, receiving hooks that seemed to lift her feet off the canvas for a moment as her knees crossed inwards and her hands hang down towards the floor. Her mouth was open and her cheeks sucked in, while her eyes just opened wide with each blow. Even her tongue stuck out of her mouth to make room for it to enter, even though there was no breath for it right now.

Like a sandbox, her guts receiving each impact as her only job—her abs stopped resisting due to lack of air, crushing and adjusting themselves to receive Nova's fist, letting it sink deeper and deeper into her body to come out through her back, transferring some of the jolts to the corner, rattling the ropes with each crash.

"Gaagh!!...GUUUUOOOUGHH!! Uuuooeegh"

If it weren't for Nova's forearm, the queen's body would not have straightened after this. She no longer had any resistance; she looked like a ragdoll. Her eyes were clouded by dizziness. And her body just kept shaking at the mercy of order's designs.

Gabriel looked like a jobber in such a short time...

The blonde had ended up bent over double, trembling, her hair falling forward and covering one side of her face as drops of saliva fell from her mouth onto the canvas. She needed a moment to recover, and when Nova allowed it, when that star of virtue gave her space, she covered her abdomen with one hand while holding onto the highest rope with the other arm to resist the urge to fall. She wasn't going to be broken like that. However, Nova had other plans.

She planted an open palm on the British woman's chest, forcing her to straighten up against the corner. Gabriel's legs were tense with shock. The head of the villain jerks back and forth for the grip, rolling her head across the arena ceiling before gaining some balance. One arm was braced against the ropes as the other still covered her waist, and before sanity could tell her what to do, Nova Steele's first forearm slammed into her cheek.

The shock shook her skull back and forth like a Bounce Back Paddle Ball. One of her eyes shut while the other opened wide, stunned her and yet awakened her by the blow. Her cheek did not leave her jaw, while her head had barely returned to its position before another forearm slammed into her cheekbone, followed by her cheek again, alternating from side to side of her face as her head bounced back and forth to receive another blow.

Not a word left her lips; her features blurred, eyes half-closed, mouth ajar, as she sank further into stupor by Nova Steele’s relentless pounding.

Her arm flailed, trying to find catch attacking arm, but it seemed more like she was asking for help or it squirm from the impact of each blow, just like her legs.

Her golden hair floating out of the ring, waved by each blow, and the corner was trembling from the onslaught of light over the chaos.

Babbling, moaning, and gasping came from her with each squirm now, not as part of some words impossible to say now, but as a consequence of crashs!

Gabriel slid down from the corner a centimeter at every time her head snapped forward at the end of each collision. Her arms offered no resistance, merely swinging behind the ropes like pendulums.

The last impact left Gabriel staring at the ceiling, her arms flailing outside the ring before hanging over ringside. Waiting for another hitche to give them the energy to move.

The Queen’s admirers bit their lips. Anxious. There was hope she might recover from that beatdown; perhaps she was acting, perhaps she was preparing to strike the heroine even harder! Or at least to hold out one more minute against the Hammer of Justice…

There was a palpable silence. The referee approached to see if she was still conscious, speaking to her! But with her head bowed, it was impossible to tell if there was any glimmer in her eyes or any attempt to say ‘I quit’ or some other sign of surrender. Yet, slowly, little by little, her gasps became more controlled, her breathing deeper.

With her head down, blonde sucking her lips to return her drool to herself. Next, straightened herself with great effort, her gaze shrouded in a cloud of stupor, and she swinging off the corner toward Nova taking a clumsy step towards Interestellar heroine; then another, staggering before falling onto the body of pink stard.

Her fans went wild as she moved forward!

Her head rested on the pinkette's shoulder, one of her arms groping one of their toned biceps while the other wrapped around the pinkette's waist. This was a clinch!

Some spectators clenched their fists in excitement because this meant something good! But Gabriel's gasps did not stop; her breathing seemed more difficult, and perhaps maybe she would need more than a minute to recover.

But, actually, Gabbie was trying to murmur something.

Her strong heartbeat could mingle with the beat in unison with the iron heart of her opponent, and she could hear it while gasping over their chest. Nova was solid as a statue.

"You..." Gabbie whispered in a rough gasp.

Her arms began to fall, her legs faltered with fatigue, and her fingers ran over the Olympic body of Steele. The queen was about to fall...

"You are...are..."

Her fingers managed to wrap around Nova's narrow, curvy waist, leaning on her hips. Gabriel pressed her mouth in front of Astra's shoulder, captivating her now awakened senses with her warm scent.

With a single blink, her eyes shone once more.

"...A fool," she said, breaking her role.

The queen crumpled the spandex inside her fists and pulled so hard on that leotard that it went deep inside Nova. Using all her strength to lift this heavyweight with an embrace before letting herself fall backwards. If this manoeuvre was completed, the blonde would be using all her remaining fuel for an improvised flap jack, seeking to drop Nova's chin onto the upper pad!

Nova’s breath was steady, her chest heaving with righteous rhythm after battering Gabriel senseless in the corner. She had her. The blonde was a mess, dangling, stumbling, her golden hair matted to sweat-slick skin. Nova thought this was the moment the supposed Queen of Chaos would finally break.

Then came the clinch. Gabriel draped against her, breath ragged and hot across her collarbone, hands fumbling weakly at her biceps and waist. The crowd murmured at the contact, some even cheering, thinking Gabriel was about to collapse. Nova’s strong arms twitched, ready to prop her up, prepared to bring this match, however brief, to a close should her opponent be unable to compete.

Then a sharp sensation.

A gasp tore from Nova’s lips as her leotard bit deep, Gabriel’s fists clutching and wrenching the fabric up with cruel force. The spandex dug brutally into her, the cut riding so sharply into her front that her knees buckled for a moment, body arching from the shock. She staggered, her thighs snapping tight as if to fight against the violation, a crimson flush breaking across her sweat-sheened cheeks. The crowd roared, equal parts scandalized and exhilarated at the sudden, humiliating turn.
“Ghhnn-ahh!” Nova’s voice cracked in a strained groan, her blue eyes snapping wide as Gabriel’s grip tightened, tugging harder, sending another streak of pain and heat through her core. Her chest heaved, body twisting against the agony, hands pawing at Gabriel’s arms in disbelief.

And then, before she could steady herself, Gabriel pulled up.

Nova’s boots left the mat in a jerking lurch, her powerful frame hoisted awkwardly by the surge of Gabriel’s defiant strength. Her body arced forward, pink locks whipping as her body went weightless for a heartbeat, then all at once, gravity reclaimed her.

THWUMP!

Her chin smacked down against the top turnbuckle pad with the vicious improvised flapjack, the ring rattling with the impact. Nova’s whole body jolted, her hands reaching out to grasp the top ropes, hooking over the top of them as she sank into the corner, dangling against the turnbuckles.
For the first time that night, she seemed shaken, dazed in the corner with her back to Gabriel.

Gabriel lifted that pinkette off the canvas as if she were nothing more than dead weight. She was motivated by the sheer pleasure of getting rid of that executioner-like will, and there was no kicking or groaning that Nova Steele could do in the shock of the moment that could prevent the spectacular descent that the queen orchestrated for her: slamming Pink Star's jaw first onto the top turnbuckle pad executing a flapjack.

The blonde lay sprawled on the canvas, sitting up to rub her abdomen and feel the half of her face that still burned, while Nova remained dazed in the corner.

The blonde's abs still hurt, she felt short of breath, and it was difficult to breathe without gasping. Besides, she was sure her cheekbone was red from the previous strikes. However, she was far from needing a break. As soon as Nova took that throw, Vinlee took a deep breath and got up from the canvas, lining up behind her.

She wasn't even by her opponent’s exposed, surprisingly cute rear. Instead, she ran, knowing exactly what she was going to do to this good girl:

She would jump on her, landing both knees into Nova's lower back! while wrapping her arms around her head. Her hands would interlock under Nova's jaw. If this went as the Brit intended, she would use her weight as a backpack, pressing her knees into Steele's back to bend it, while pulling her head back to detach Nova from the corner, throwing her into the center of the ring with a rear monkey flip.

Nova was still recovering from the flapjack, her jaw aching from the forceful kiss with the turnbuckle, the padding having done very little to protect her. She leaned into the corner, arms hanging limply along the top rope, chest rising and falling against the pads as she tried to steady her breath. Pink hair spilled forward to rest on the top of the turnbuckle while a few stray strands clung to her face and chest. The heroine’s sapphire eyes blinked hard to clear the haze. She was a wounded warrior, but not a finished one.

The moment she had drawn her first steady breath, however, Gabriel’s knees crashed into the small of her back like twin battering rams. Nova’s body propelled forward with a strangled gasp, her breasts mashed against the turnbuckles as the force drove her spine into a merciless arch. Pain lanced down her torso, her thighs trembling as the crowd groaned in sympathy at the impact.

Before she could catch herself, Nova felt fingers snake under her chin, rough but deliberate, Gabriel’s hands lacing tight. Her head was wrenched back, the pull forcing her flushed face upward. Her lips parted on a breathless moan, throat bared, pink hair spilling back in a messy cascade as her vision spun toward the lights. Every tendon in her neck strained; the position was torturous. The heroine blindly grasped for the ropes, but it was already too late.

Gabriel leaned back, dragging Nova with her. The pinkette’s legs kicked free from the canvas, her chest peeling away from the corner as if she was rocked back. The weight shift snapped her momentum, and with a violent yank of gravity, Nova was hurled overhead.
Her body flipped from back to front, airborne for a dizzying heartbeat before she slammed down on the mat, her curves bouncing from the reverse monkey flip. She landed hard across her front, bouncing along the canvas. The ring quaked beneath her as she took the full impact, winding up dead center in he ring.

She was still, for a moment, but with a determined growl, she slapped one palm to the mat, then the other. Arms shaking, head hung long amidst her blanket of pink hair. She was already starting to rise, slow and steady, getting up to her hands and knees.

If anyone had fixed their eyes on Gabriel when she drove her knees into Steele's back, they would have noticed the sheer malice and predatory thirst in that British woman as she sent the other flying through the air like a stone in a catapult.

As Gabriel rolled onto her knees, her natural opposite crashed chest-first onto the canvas, shaking the mat with a heavy thud. But the queen was not satisfied—Steele was getting back up from that. And Gabriel had only one thought in her head: to keep her down!

With determination, Steele planted her palm against the canvas, demanding leverage, beginning to push her chest away from the mat. The crowd called out to her, rallying her spirit, willing her to recover and reclaim her dominance. And with effort, the pinkette was succeeding. Her hair fell down the sides of her face like great, enviably smooth curtains. But just as Steele rose onto her hands and knees, a blonde pounced like a lioness onto her.

The queen lifted one of her long legs high, balancing on tiptoe on the other. Making a vertical split, steadying it with both hands on her thigh. Her skirt fluttered from the sudden transition, and then, as the garment danced in the air, the queen dropped down for a Split Legged Leg Drop across Nova's lower back!

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Only the leg drop matters; Gabriel does not dance alongside Nova.

There would be a loud hiss from the stands if that blow connected.

Nova had overwhelming strength; Gabriel wasn't going to take any chances. And honestly, that blonde wanted her moment with that star.

Maybe it was too much; however, the agent of Order had managed to bend around her abdomen with punches, and she almost knocked out the Chaos Queen. So Gabriel wasn't in the mood to be gentle right now.

If that blow landed, Gabriel would keep her leg on the back of pinkette a little longer before spinning around and settling in front of that pink cloak. She would gather Stelee's hair, arranging it and tousling it as her fingers searched for her head among that smooth mane. Massaging this star's head as she prepared to go further.

As they booed her, she would subdue their noise with a tone capable of bouncing around the arena in a terrifying echo.

“You look very, very big, little star,” she would carefully carry Steele's head, slowly and theatrically, wanting everyone to appreciate every millimeter of her opposite. She would carry her in her hands, curiously squeezing this pinkette's cheeks. And noticing the blush, Gabriel would want to bring that crimson face closer to her.

“But what on earth happened to you?!... Huh?.. Nothing?!... You only fell once and that was enough, cutie?... Tell me...: Didn't you say ‘The night will never swallow the dawn... not so long as... YOU draw breath,’ wasn't that it?” Her smile full of teeth, tempting to bite. Closer and closer to Nova's lips as her eyes remain fixed on those two flashes of blue of this blush face in front of her.

“But I am NOT the night,” she clarified. “Just as you are NOT the dawn,” she continued, whispering only to Nova. “I am your black hole, and you are my little star.” She would click her teeth in front of Steele's nose. Accompanying it with a peck on the tip. “And today I want to devour you.”

If Gabriel could get here, she would rise with the grace of a real queen, still holding Steele by the face to fit Steele's head between her thighs, preparing to lie on her back and wrap her arms around her waist. Resting her chest placidly on her star's back and her jaw on Nova's ass, enjoying the position, and what she is about to do to her.

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Nova had just managed to push herself up, arms trembling beneath her, when Gabriel’s shadow fell over her. The split happened too fast to process, the crowd’s sharp intake of breath told her everything.

WHAM!

The full length of Gabriel’s thigh slammed across her lower back, snapping her down flat again with a choked gasp. Her chest smacked against the canvas, air bursting out of her lungs in a ragged hiss as the ring rattled under them both. The pink-haired heroine arched, spine searing with the sudden jolt of pressure before collapsing once more, cheek pressed against the mat.

Her fingers twitched, nails dragging uselessly against the canvas as Gabriel lingered, that sculpted leg pinning her down like a vice. Every muscle in Nova’s back tensed and flexed beneath the weight, shoulders bunching as she squirmed and fought to breathe, sweat rolling off her brow and staining the mat in little drops.
The crowd tried to rally her again, chanting her name, but for now Nova’s body lay splayed and heavy, her lower lip trembling as she tried to brace through the ache. She pushed weakly with her arms, but Gabriel’s presence kept her welded to the mat and the heroine’s gasp of pain made clear just how much that leg drop had rattled her resolve.

Even so, as Gabriel’s fingers tangled in her hair and began to toy with her, Nova’s lashes fluttered. Blue eyes flicked up through pink strands, the faintest flicker of defiance glowing beneath the glassy haze. She wasn’t finished but Gabriel had done a decent job taking advantage of the moment. "A black hole knows nothing but what it is to consume. Cold, uncaring, vacuous, and somehow in all its consumption, it still remains empty on the inside..."

Gabriel’s fingers tugged at her pink hair, guiding her up like a prize on display. The Brit’s voice oozed with venom and velvet, her taunts curling hot against Nova’s ear before the sudden shove drove her head down between Gabriel’s thighs.

The crowd roared, anticipating something cruel.

Nova’s palms splayed wide against the mat at first, shoulders rising and falling as she sucked in a burning breath, the weight of Gabriel’s thighs pressing her skull and cheeks tight. But then her arms shifted. Slipping up along the outside of Gabriel’s legs, hands clamping hard against the backs of her thighs. The muscles in Nova’s shoulders bunched, veins standing out as her biceps flared.

The heroine let out a guttural shout and straightened her back, trying to keep Gabriel locked in against her as she stood herself up with the blond draped across her back, thighs held tight to her shoulders. Nova’s grip never wavered, her forearms digging in like steel clamps as she locked Gabriel upside down in the back-to-belly position. With a roll of one shoulder, then the other she swung her arms wide, going from gripping Gabriel's thighs to hooking her arms around them, securing them in the nook of her elbows.

The arena buzzed, every camera flash catching the sight. Then, with a primal roar, Nova dropped.

Her knees buckled, her hips snapped down, and Gabriel was driven head-and-neck first into the canvas with a sickening with Nova's weight coming down on her head with a CRASH. The ring shook from the impact of the back-to-belly piledriver, the shockwave rippling through the mat beneath them.

Gabriel’s body jolted violently on impact, legs wobbling around within Nova's iron grip until she tugged them firm, folding Gabriel up beneath her as she spread her own knees to bury the blond's face between her thighs with a face sit. The heroine leaned into the attempted pinfall, keeping her opponent hooked in with a tightly drawn package. "Your hubris is thusly rewarded. Go now into nothingness."

The crowd erupted, a deafening pop for the heroine’s brutal reversal, chanting her name as she shook the sweat from her face and slowly started to rise, her blue eyes blazing down the top of her opponent's head, sunk deep between her legs. The referee slid down beside the two, slapping the mat.

ONE...!

Gabriel had pulled the strings to fan the flames that Nova had lit in each spectator. It was her small contribution for being so entertaining, as well as to continue earning the right to play with this princess's body. Ready to lift her onto a seat on her shoulders, excitated for her head between Nova's legs and expose her with that move that almost appeased Gabriel for the rest of the night—a powerbomb.

However, while still holding that proud face between her delicate but strong hands, setting the stage for building that powerful movement, the pinkette responded with a perspicacity capable of thundering something deep within Gabriel. The queen felt those words describe her in detail, and for a moment, she froze as the crowd cheered the Pink star's audacity. With a snort, Gabriel dismissed that and wedged that silly head between her thighs, gripping it so tightly that Nova Steele couldn't escape. Ready to her move.

However, the view she had of this goodie's back made her hesitate for a few precious seconds. With a slow, seductive touch, her fingers wandered over her opponent.

Gabriel was angry and didn't quite know why. And now, the elegant curve of this back had become much more beautiful, firm and delicate than her imagination could have anticipated. She felt it carefully, pressing with her most agile fingers, detecting that her skin was so hot. Had Gabriel managed to ignite something in her? Perhaps, but that didn't mean the Royal Viper was going to be lenient—she slid her curious fingers up and down her, massaging her as if to prove a point of who had domination there as she lay on her opponent's, massaging her skin through the surface of the Spandex. Meanwhile, her hips wiggled, funny.

Was it fair for Nova to seduce her after saying something so scathing? Maybe not, but Gabriel does the same thing to her adversaries with her attributes without even realising it. Perhaps this is her karma, so she knows how it feels.

Gabriel's chest pressed against the other girl's lower back, settling into her curve as her cheek rested on one of Nova's buttocks. It was so soft that Gabriel fantasised about using it as a pillow. and perhaps she will use it as such when she finishes her off.

It was only a few seconds, but to Gabriel, they felt like minutes because her mind was scheming while her body acted independently.

With her arms wrapped around Steele's waist, her green eyes flashed, frowning. Her fingers immediately closed like a padlocks, ready to turn this woman's demeanour to her mercy—she was very upset—before she just wanted to dominate this heroine—and the worst part was that Steele only said something that Gabbie herself knew about herself—now Gabriel wanted to go further with her—and for some reason, she loved that about her opponent—she didn't want to dominate her, she wanted to destroy her!

The British girl didn't even care about the force with which Steele's hands wrapped around her thighs; it wasn't the first time an opponent had taken advantage of these situations to touch her legs forcefully, and right now she didn't want to think about Steele's motives for claiming her, because she classified her as a girl who was only looking for support, not as a lustful woman without discretion.

Gabriel was already ready to flip her over and sit her on her shoulders, but she was unable to do so, as the pinkette stood up first.

The viper's eyes grew huge when her feet left the ground, her hair spreading out like a curtain following gravity as her body was turned upside down. She was unable to escape the sudden change given the dangerous situation, plus her legs were firmly gripped on Steele's shoulders. She could only hug her waist tighter so as not to be thrown off, or worse...

The Queen of Chaos wanted out of this, this woman had proven capable of picking her up as if her body were that of a rag doll! Hope rose in her spirit when Nova released one of her legs. This was her chance! But with the same speed with which she released her, Nova also stopped her descent, hooking her leg under her armpit. Gabriel just groaned at the unexpected turn of events. The same thing happened with her other leg. And now the Queen had her head under her opponent's bum, right between her buttocks. The blonde swallowed hard. Nova Steele wouldn't be able to let herself fall. She wasn't that reckless and cruel... or would she?

The queen quickly snapped out of her stupor and patted the formidable woman's buttock, trying to divert her attention to another topic so she wouldn't do what she was about to do—although on the outside it looked like she was submitting—but Nova suddenly knelt anyway, bringing her hips to the canvas in a controlled fall that it was still very loud.

Gabriel's neck and back took the full weight of the cosmos, while the rest of her body was bent in a punishing way to her back. She couldn't even scream because her face was crushed under that powerful woman's ass, muffling her moan. Her back arched with a whip, bent by Nova's back muscles on impact, compacting her until Gabriel's thighs rubbed against Nova's. The lights seemed to go out with a flash for Gabriel, again. Her body collapsed by its own weight, folded out to be nothing more than a chair for the new heroine of the hour.

Crunchy into schoolgirl pin

Her arms collapsed onto the canvas, and her fingers curled. The queen's vision was blurred, and she couldn't hear anything because her opponent's wide thighs were covering her ears. The blonde's nose brushed against the pinkette's femininity, caressing her with her breath, and her eyes were lost in the tangle of golden hair.

Nova's words didn't even reach the blonde, but the audience heard them, rewarding them with euphoric cheers. And the referee immediately began a count from which Gabriel seemed unable to return.

The referee began the count:

"ONE!"

Gabriel lay motionless. The few fans who had come here to see the fall of traditional good before a new evil rose from their seats when the first blow to the canvas was struck.

"TWO!"

But the vibration of the mat was familiar to her skin. One finger of hers stirred faintly.

The hand rose for the final strike...

“NO!” someone screamed—but the hand came down to deliver the final blow of the three-count! With the end is grazing Gabriel's skin. But before it fell, she kicked out, throwing Nova backwards in!

The arena erupted, half in ecstasy, half in dismay. The queen sprawled face down on the canvas, saving herself from defeat at the last moment! Although she was not in the best condition to continue. Gasping for breath, her spirit flickering yet unbroken. But she held on, remained stretched out as if she wanted to crawl on her knees and hands, her back-and-head aching. She was still dazed and somewhat disconnected from the scene.

She had survived, but only just.

Nova leaned in heavy as the referee slid to the mat, her arms braced tight across Gabriel’s back, her thighs clamping down around the blonde’s head. She shifted her weight forward with deliberate crushing force, pressing her hips down and grinding her body snug over The Royal Viper’s face. Each inch of motion seemed to squeeze the woman tighter across her knee, forcing the blonde’s spine to bend at an agonizing angle while her nose and lips were smothered beneath the pinkette’s dominating seat.

“ONE!” The slap of the mat echoed, and the arena thundered in approval.

Nova inhaled slow and steady, savoring the sound of the count, her muscles tightening as she bore down, pouring every ounce of her strength into keeping the blonde trapped. The heroine’s long hair cascaded around her shoulders, brushing against folded legs as she leaned forward just a little more, her body flexing with the effort.

“TWO!”

The crowd rose higher, expecting the end. Nova’s thighs pressed firmer, her legs coiling to keep her opponent folded beneath her. Gabriel twitched, but her head was still pinned, cheek mashed under the cosmic warrior’s curves.

The referee’s hand came down for the final strike-

- but then Gabriel’s legs kicked out, thrashing hard enough to jolt the canvas and buck Nova off balance. The pinkette tucked her frame as she fell off, rolling into the momentum forced upon her. She rode it in a tumble until it had gone a full rotation, landing on her knees, slapping her palms to the mat to come to a full stop.

She exhaled hard through grit teeth, sweat beading along her flushed face as she forced herself upright. Her body was strong, but every movement carried weight now, her muscles aching from the earlier exchange. Still, she pushed forward, her eyes locked on Gabriel’s sprawled, gasping frame.

“Still you persist,” Nova muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else.

She stepped in with weight in her stride, bent down, and grabbed the British woman by the back of her shirt, hauling her upward with raw, deliberate strength. Gabriel's weight hung heavy in her grasp, the other woman’s legs barely finding balance before Nova muscled her high into the air, slinging her across broad, sweat-sheened shoulders.

The crowd roared as the heroine surged forward, charging across the canvas. With all her weight and power, she attempted to slam Gabriel’s back into the top turnbuckles with a massive Oklahoma Stampede. Knowing one was not nearly enough, she kicked her boot off the corner and pivoted hard to start the other way. Nova didn’t give her a second to breathe. She shifted her grip, powered forward again, and rammed her into the opposite post, the entire ring quivering on impact.

One more run, this time to the center. Nova let out a raw, guttural shout as she took to the air, violently swinging Gabriel off her shoulders, dragging Gabriel down beneath her as they came crashing to the mat together. The ring thundered beneath them, and Nova remained looming over her rival’s fallen frame, chest rising and falling as the fans erupted in raucous applause. The heroine roughly planted a knee on the blonde’s chest, pulling up one of her legs to immediately go for another pinfall.