L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Ivan felt the sharp pain of Tomoe's kick landing squarely in his gut—not enough to truly hurt, but enough to make him grunt and making him stop from his steps. His eyes narrowed as in pain and annoyance before seeing an opportunity for himself. An opening for a counter.

Before she could pull away her leg from his stomach, an arm latched around it before grabbing it with both hands. He then twisted the leg with his entire weight in a Leg Screw takedown.

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Leg Screw Takedown

Tomoe gasps. She thought the kick was good enough, so he didn't grab her leg. However, he did grab the leg. She tried to hop away, but it just made his leg screw takedown easier to do.

She lands on the mat. He can easily grab her legs again if he wants. She has to get away. She has to make sure she stays up. She goes to try and roll away from him again to get up.

Ivan maintained his grip on her trapped leg, twisting further as she hit the mat with a loud thud. The crowd roared their approval at the clean execution.

Ivan didn't release his hold though afterwards, instead using her leg against her by yanking her leg sharply toward him as she attempts to scramble away. He can't let her escape again and again. The momentum has to keep on going on his part if her wants to win.

After pulling her closer, he grabbed both Tomoe's ankles as she struggles. Ivan would attempt to pry her legs open, exposing her crotch for an attack. If so, it may be the first solid hit in the match that sticks.

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Pussy Bomber

Tomoe was trying to break free from his hold. She saw him open her legs up more. Then she and he actually went diving in Ro, hitting her womanhood.

She grunted in pain from that. Didn't hurt as much as she thought, but it still hurt. If Ivan did let go of her legs, she would try to wrap her elbows around his waist and give him a squeeze. Then try to bring him down with force.

Ivan dove forward, burying his head between Tomoe's spread legs without hesitation. His forehead connected with her crotch with a dull thud that echoed through the ring. Ivan didn't let go of her legs immediately, instead pushing them wider apart with his shoulders as he sat up slightly. The crowd was eating this up, lewd cheers and wolf-whistles filling the arena.

But before he could fully appreciate his position, Tomoe wrapped her elbows around his waist in a tight embrace. Ivan grunted as she squeezed, the pressure surprising him. Her strength wasn't what he expected from someone who'd apparently never done this before.

"Shit!" he hissed, he let go of her legs to throw her off but she's had a vice grip around his waist. Instead, he decided to double down. His own arms wrapped around her neck, trapping and choking her in a Dragon Sleeper in response to her Bearhug.

"Better. Give me a hug, hehe." She said while sneezing on him. She goes in for a higher hold, holding onto him.

Did he think she was weak or something? If so, that's probably because of the opponents he faces. If Tomoe is going to lose, she thinks she's going to make him earn it, but it's not like she's planning on losing to him either.

If she wanted, she could let go and start to rapidly punch his stomach to cause him pain in his chest. Not yet. Even though they are both doing a submission, not yet.

Ivan grunted as her grip tightened around his neck, the pressure building uncomfortably. He wasn't expecting this level of resistance from someone supposedly inexperienced.

"Not bad," he wheezed out, trying to maintain his own chokehold despite her counterattack. His muscles strained against her arms, but she wasn't budging easily.

The crowd was getting even rowdier now, sensing the unexpected back-and-forth between them. Ivan's mind raced—she wasn't going easy on him, that was for damn sure. So instead of waiting for one of them to give, he decided to take initiative. Using what strength he could, he stood up and lifted Tomoe along with him. Using the Dragon Sleeper hold as a transition, he threw her entire weight back to canvas in a takedown.

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Throw Down

Tomoe grunted from impact. Dang, she should have acted sooner. He was able to slam her down. With a few breaths she would go to roll out of the way and get back up.

If successful, she would go approach Ivan. Before she went for strikes, but now she wants to grapple him and give him a hard Irish whip to a corner. If that worked, she would run at him and give it to him. A drop kick.

Ivan released the dragon sleeper as she broke free, letting her roll away. He scrambled to his feet, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

'Damn, this girl's being a problem.' he thought begrudgingly as he watched her get up.

As she approached, Ivan braced himself, hands raised defensively. But before he could react, she grabbed his arm and threw him in an Irish whip.

"Oh shi—" Ivan hit the turnbuckle hard, the impact rattling his back. Before he could fully process what happened, she was already running at him.

Her foot connected with his chest in a devastating dropkick that left him winded and sprawled on the mat in sitting position.

"I never did this before." Tomoe stated as she slap her butt. She back up into his face to give him a stink face. Tomoe wouldn't normally do that but it is a hentai match.

If that work she wouldn't walk away. Instead. She would turn around and putt her womanhood on his his face. Then go to sqeeze hisnh3qd with her thighs. If successfully and if only if successfull. She would try to reach down and grab his cock to jerk it off.