L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Madeline allowed their attempt at division to play out for exactly as long as it took to read it, her stance widening, shoulders squared so neither angle disappeared from her sight. When Jamie dropped again, she answered with the same calm certainty, hips folding back, weight pouring through her thighs as she sprawled and caught him on the way in. She did not chase him as he withdrew; she only lifted her brow faintly and amusedly as he rolled clear. “Adaptive~.” Madeline noted softly, approving rather than mocking, her attention already sliding back to the second half of the problem.

Angel’s entry was met with welcome rather than resistance. She stepped into him, not away, hands finding his upper arms as her hips turned and drew him close. The turn was neat and economical, pulling him off his line and guiding him down into her space, his attempt at levity answered with a small, private smile. He wrapped himself around her, her posture lowering to keep her base beneath her.

Jamie’s plan arrived a heartbeat later, all forward commitment and clever audacity, throwing himself into his own partner to create a single, crashing problem instead of two separate ones. The impact drove them back into Madeline, and this time she allowed it. She rode the force down, knees bending, shoulder tucking as the three of them collapsed onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and fabric. The softness swallowed the fall, but Madeline did not surrender position to it.

She rolled with the motion, turning onto her side and then through, using Angel’s body as a buffer against Jamie’s weight, her forearm threading across Angel’s upper back while her legs scissored to trap one of his. The shift left her half beneath, half beside them, not pinned, not free, but inconveniently anchored in a way that demanded attention. “That was inventive.” The Englishwoman said quietly, breath warm against them, eyes alight with interest. “Messy, but inventive.” Her grip tightened just enough to make its presence known, not painful, not cruel, simply undeniable.

The longer that Madeline played this game of keep away with Jamie and Angel, the more options they would continue to try, with both of the effeminate men eventually finding a method of attack that would allow them to bring her down onto the bed. Jamie's tackle, hitting his own partner in the back, would force all three together tightly, and send them crashing down to the mattress, a soft and cushy landing in spite of the way that they had all gotten there, leaving them laid in a pile. As they readjusted to their new positions on the mattress, the brunette woman made it a quick point to snag hold of Angel, her legs wrapping around him as she tried to once more position him in front of Jamie!

However, Angel would continue to curl himself around Madeline, and as she squeezed him, he would attempt to interlock his legs with hers, scissoring one of her legs as well, while he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in tight! Jamie, on the other hand, would detach himself completely, rolling away and rising up to his knees, looking over at the tangled duo with a smile on his face, seeing Angel and Madeline wrapped around one another.

"She's got me wrapped up pretty tight Jamieeeeee..." Angel called out, a teasing smirk on his face as he leaned in and gave a gentle nuzzle to Madeline, holding her as firmly as she held him, but clearly not looking to do any damage... yet.

"Well, what do you think Madeline. Should I jump in to save my partner, or let you two have some time to sort yourselves out? You've probably had your hands quite full up until now." Jamie would offer a gentle question to Madeline, a smile on his face as he did so. It seemed it was up to the brunette, if she'd take him up on his offer to tangle with Angel one on one for the moment. Likely knowing that if she ever got the too much of an upper hand, Jamie would be nearby to hop in and rescue his teammate!

The impact had delivered them into a close, tangled cluster, but Madeline wasted no time in shaping the chaos into something deliberate. Her legs cinched around Angel’s midsection with careful placement, one heel drawing tight behind his thigh to control the line of his hips, the other foot hooking lightly at his ankle to limit his turn. She adjusted by degrees, drawing him squarely between herself and Jamie’s line of sight as though presenting a living shield, her posture compact despite the mattress yielding beneath them. “How obliging of you…” she murmured, breath even, “…to deliver yourselves into my loving embrace~.”

Angel’s answering embrace only refined her position. As his legs attempted to interlock with hers, she threaded her own shin across his, turning the scissor into a controlled entanglement rather than a stalemate. Her arms settled around his waist, not just as a mirror of affection but as a precise body lock, forearm pressing lightly into the small of his back to keep his spine curved and his balance broken. She shifted her hips an inch closer, a subtle squeeze that made movement possible only on her terms.

Jamie’s retreat did not go unnoticed. Madeline lifted her gaze to him with a faint, knowing smile that carried both approval and gentle reproach. “Oh? Leaving your partner to his fate so soon?” Madeline said, tone light, almost conversational. “How very pragmatic of you. I do appreciate efficiency.” Her fingers tightened fractionally at Angel’s side, not punishing, simply reminding. “Do take your time observing. He seems quite content where he is.”

She settled her weight through her hips and ribs, keeping Angel close with the quiet authority of someone entirely at ease in proximity. One knee edged higher along his flank to pin his near hip while her upper body angled just enough to prevent him from turning fully toward her. “Tell me, Angel…” she whispered with a playful calm, “…are you attempting to free yourself, or have you decided this arrangement suits you rather well?” Her hold adjusted again, a controlled compression that left no space for careless movement yet remained measured, deliberate, almost courteous in its precision.