L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Jazmine could feel Daisuke's grip weakening with every elbow she drove into his ribs. The third finally did the trick, landing flush against the bruised muscle and drawing another pained groan from the Wrestling Prince as the pressure around her waist eased for the first time since the hold had been locked in. She wasted no time. Twisting her hips sharply toward the opening she'd created, Jazmine slipped her knee between his legs, kicked free of the body scissor, then shoved his forearm away from her face before rolling onto all fours with a long, desperate gasp.

"Outta my league?"

She climbed back to her feet, looming over her retreating opponent while she caught her breath.

"Baby... if you gotta tell somebody how good you are every thirty seconds, you probably ain't."

Looking to put an exclamation point on the remark, Jazmine swung a heavy stomp down toward Daisuke's aching obliques, aiming to drive her bare heel deep into his ribcage before he could make any more progress toward the ropes.

If her opponent remained grounded, Jazmine would immediately reach down, pulling him up by the wrist and the back of his head until he was standing. She slipped one of his arms over her shoulders while her free hand gripped tightly onto the waistband of his wrestling trunks, planting her feet firmly beneath her.

With a powerful drive through her legs and a sharp pop of her hips, Jazmine attempted to lift Daisuke clean off the canvas into a vertical suplex. Instead of falling straight back, she held him suspended completely upside down, his boots pointing toward the arena lights as she balanced his full weight overhead. Her core tightened and her arms flexed as she took a slow step around the ring, deliberately showing off the feat of strength while the crowd erupted.

"Smile for the cameras, Prince!"

The hard camera displayed the humiliating moment high on the jumbotron, Daisuke hanging helplessly in midair as Jazmine proudly paraded him around the ring. If he couldn't free himself from the display, she'd finally lean backward and complete the stalling vertical suplex, dropping him flat onto his back with a resounding crash in the center of the ring!

The crowd started to cheer for Jazmine, who slowly but surely made her way out of the submission. The technique was good, first targeting his ribs, breaking the scissors before swinging over and removing the dragon smother before firing another elbow strike. The shots were enough for Daisuke to let go as he rolled over onto his side. When he started to crawl to the ropes to get some distance and break her momentum though, DeLuxe had other ideas. She quickly got back up and stomped her bare sole against his ribs to make him roll over and go down on his back. He howled in pain, clutching his ribs while Jaz stood tall over him.

"Urgh and you are? The one who waltz out of nowhere claiming to be the best? Tch, dont make me laugh" he spat in anger while she reached down to grab his hair. "Nrgh" he exclaimed while she pulled him up to his feet by grabbing his wrist. As soon as he was up, she shoved his head under her armpit while grabbing the other arm and placing it over her shoulder. Daisuke knew what was next! She grabbed the waistband of his brief and...up he went! Daisuke was lifted up over Jaz, she gave him extra hang time in the air to show off his well chiseled and sweaty body glisten under the arena lights. It also showed off her own incredible power and physique.

"Nonononono put me down" he said, kicking his legs wildly in the air before getting what he wanted. *BOOM* his back slammed against the ring canvas and he would bridge up, clutching his lower back while howling in pain.

The arena came alive as Jazmine kept Daisuke suspended upside down, every second drawing louder cheers from the crowd. She could feel him squirming above her, his legs kicking uselessly as he searched for a way back to solid ground, but her footing never wavered. Her arms stayed locked around his body while her core tightened to keep him balanced, making a point of taking another slow step before stopping dead center in the ring. It wasn't enough to hit the move. Everybody had to see exactly what she was capable of.

She looked back up at the inverted hunk.

"Oh I ain't gonna make you laugh babe. I'mma make you cry!"

With one final flex through her legs and hips, Jazmine leaned backward and completed the stalling vertical suplex. Daisuke's back slammed into the canvas with a thunderous boom that echoed through the arena, the impact forcing his body to arch instinctively before he rolled slightly, clutching at his lower back and battered ribs.

Jazmine rolled through onto one knee and couldn't help but admire her own handiwork for a moment.

"Mhm... now we gettin' somewhere."

She was on him again before he had much chance to recover, quickly reaching down and attempted to grab hold of both of his ankles. With a firm tug, she tried to drag him a little farther away from the ropes before stepping between his legs.

From there, Jazmine attempted to wrap Daisuke's left leg tightly between her thighs, squeezing just below his knee to pin it in place while she dropped to a seated position on the canvas. At the same time, she reached across to secure his right ankle with both hands. She leaned backward and steadily pulled his free leg away from the one trapped between her thighs, attempting to force his legs farther and farther apart to an excruciating degree, a fact the cameras were sure to take advantage of as Daisuke became more and more exposed in a leg split hold!

Leg Split Hold