L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"Ooo~...still got a little bit of fight in you? Or at least, enough to pick your sorry ass back up-..." Maeve taunted, licking her lips in excitement before walking right up to Mimi and SLAMMING her fist into the woman's stomach, gut-checking her with a stiff right uppercut directed at that cutout window that exposed that lovely belly of hers. Before Mimi could drop to the ground in shock, Maeve would grab a hold of her, gripping that hair again and

tossing her up and around before SLAMMING her down with a Gutwrench Suplex, letting the impact stay with Mimi for a moment as the cruel-hearted Canadian rocked her foe's world once more, only to stand back up and wait for Mimi to rise, greeting her with a CLUBBING Lariat attempt that would knock her back down like a house of cards, collapsing into yet another heap as Maeve had her fun bulldozing the poor Bubblegum Bombshell around.

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"Man, you are my kind of gal, Bubble-bitch...soft yet durable, and SO much fun to throw around." She said, pie-facing Mimi as she shoved her palm across her cheek over and over, smacking her gently before leaving her there for a second. The crowd was booing, and Maeve reveled in it, soaking it all up before placing her boot on Mimi's body, grinding her heel down onto her stomach. "Hear that, Bubble-bitch? Your precious fans want you to get back up...you gonna disappoint them?" She said, pressing down further with the heel of her boot, really digging it in as she smirked.

Mimi’s whole body jerks around Maeve’s fist, her breath shooting out in a sharp, panicked wheeze. Her eyes go huge, lips quivering as she doubles over, arms hugging her aching belly.

“G-Ghh !! N-No !!”

There’s no chance to recover. Maeve grabs her by the hair and Mimi lets out a yelp, feet scrambling uselessly before she’s yanked clean off the ground and then the ring explodes against her back. Mimi bounces once, a soft, broken whimper leaking out as she sprawls starfish-style, her ribbons limp, her bow crooked, her breath coming in shaky little gasps.

“Nnnh… c-can’t… c-can’t breathe…”

She slowly pushes herself up, wobbling on jelly-arms, only to be mowed down by Maeve’s lariat. Mimi flips, crashes, and lies there facedown for a moment, fingers trembling against the mat.

“A-ahhh… I-I don’t… I don’t feel good…”

When Maeve rolls her over and starts pie-facing her, Mimi’s head snaps side to side with each shove, her cheeks reddening, her voice going high and shaky.

“S-Stop-p! please!!”

Her lip tremble. Her breathing is fast, short, frightened. Then that boot comes down on her belly and Mimi jerks, both hands flying to Maeve’s ankle as she tries to push her off.

“A-AAHH-! Nnngh- st-stop, it hurts !!”

Mimi begins to squirm under her, her ponytail splayed out across the mat, her thighs trembling, her voice cracking completely.

She tries to bridge up, to twist away, to do something… but her body collapses right back down with a soft, defeated cry.

With nothing to stop her and a message made clear, Maeve decided to put a bow on this beatdown, dragging Mimi by her legs as she positioned her, getting her teary-eyed victim ready for quite the ride as she set up one of her finishing moves, an Inverted Cloverleaf that Maeve liked to call Chainfall. Almost immediately, Mimi would feel an intense amount of pain coursing through her spine as she was raised off the canvas.

The blue-haired Canadian wasted zero time in applying as much pressure and torque as she could, trying to ensure that she turned the Bubblegum Bombshell into quite the example. Mimi was left to scramble in the air like a helpless prey caught in a trap far beyond its comprehension, only able to struggle and squirm in a frantic panic as the cold realization settled in that there was truly no path toward escape.

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Mimi’s hands flailed uselessly for a second, boots kicking at nothing as her back bowed in the air. Her face twisted, a sharp scream ripping out of her.

“AHHH !! NO…NO…” she cried, voice cracking as tears spilled down her cheeks. “I give !!” She slapped the mat in pain, pounding it again and again in frantic, panicked taps.

“Tap !! tap !! I’m tapping please !!” Mimi sobbed, her body trembling as she went limp in the hold.

DING DING DING!!!


With Mimi having tapped out, Maeve saw no point in continuing the gal's suffering...though, she was a bit disappointed at how easily this so-called bombshell broke in half. All that jovial energy had gone right down the drain, and now Mimi was left a broken mess of tears on the canvas as the bell rang rapidly to signal the Spitfire's dominant victory, accompanied by a chorus of jeers and boos while Mimi sobbed softly on the ground. "Meh-...you're not as fun as I thought, babe-...Next time you think about stepping in the ring, think twice before you wind up getting your pretty little self hurt...What a letdown, just when it was starting to get interesting too-...Be glad I'm in a halfway decent mood tonight, otherwise that bell wouldn't be the end of this." Maeve said, walking away from the disheveled and defeated Mimi after putting her through absolute hell in just over five or so minutes, exiting the ring and marching toward the back with swagger, unbothered by the crowd's reaction as she merely smirked with devilish glee.


Winner via Submission: Maeve Harlow