L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Venus was convinced her plan would work and that she would soon shake her opponent off her back. Although she managed to rise to a kneeling position, her opponent kept her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. Suddenly, the German woman felt something hauling her upward by that very grip; she felt her arms—and then her knees—lift off the mat. It was an unimaginable and unexpected turn of events; she tried to thrust her arms forward and thrash about, desperate to return to the mat, but the force pulling her up was immense. Moreover, everything happened so fast that Venus had no chance to resist.

Her body was hoisted into the air, shock and terror visible in her eyes. She was spun around mid-air before crashing down onto the mat with a violent, resounding thud. Ggggrrrhhhh…!!!! It felt as though the ring itself shuddered. It was a horrible sensation. Venus grimaced and arched her back in agony, a groan of pain escaping her lips. Ngghhh...!!!!

That swift attack certainly caught her off guard and threw her out of her fighting rhythm. Although her opponent had released the hold on the German woman's midsection, she clearly wasn't finished yet; she immediately pounced on Venus and pinned her flat against the mat. She spread Venus's arms wide and pinned her body down with her own, as if intent on crushing her—forcing her shoulder blades and entire frame flat against the ring floor.
Venus realized the situation was taking a turn for the worse. Her only thought was to attempt a bridge—arching her back and straining hard—nnnnggghhh... but she found herself right back where she had been seconds earlier: pinned flat on her back.

Venus was breathing heavily from the immense exertion; to make matters worse, the latex mask she was wearing made it increasingly difficult to draw in the fresh oxygen she desperately needed to maintain her strength and stamina in such a fierce contest. Perhaps, by bridging and attempting to roll her body over, she could manage to turn back onto her stomach?

For the first time since the match started Mitzi could see an expression through that mask that wasn't stoic confidence, once she was pinned down the women was visibly shocked at Mitzi's strength and now seemed to be struggling to get out of her bind. Mitzi let her struggle for a bit, enjoying watching her burn her energy trying to break out of this tight spot but refusing to let her budge as she kept her pinned down even as she bridged more and more trying to free herself. But she knew that this position wouldn't win her the match so after a few more seconds Mitzi would push herself up so that she had space while keeping Venus' arms pinned down and drive a knee into her stomach as hard as she could!

She tried to make sure the knee had some force behind it, wanting to knock the wind out of Black Venus before she'd pull the knee up and grab h er foes wrists getting off her and forcing her to her feet where she could pull her into a another knee to the belly. After that she would push her backwards, sending her into the ropes where she could come running back and let Mitzi go low and catch her before tossing her over her body and down to the mat once more!

Venus tried several times to lift her torso by bridging and tensing her muscles, but her opponent kept her pinned down. Shaking her off to the side proved incredibly difficult. Sweat beaded on her body as she made a desperate attempt to escape such a disadvantageous position. But would she succeed...? Uuuughhhh...!!!! A knee slammed into her midsection. Venus exhaled sharply, letting out a pained groan; the impact caused her bridge to collapse, effectively stalling her escape attempt. The blow was powerful enough to momentarily knock the wind out of her. Venus hadn't been fully prepared for the strike; it felt as though the impact had breached her abdominal armor and driven deep into her core.

Yet, her opponent wasn't finished. With a single, violent tug, both Mitzi and Venus were hauled to their feet. Venus looked unsteady, barely able to hold herself up.

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Uuuughhhh…!!!!! A second knee slammed into the German woman’s midsection. Her stomach seemed to shudder from the impact, caving inward, and a moment later, Venus let out a sound of pain as the air was forced from her lungs. Venus was still disoriented; furthermore, her arms were pinned by her opponent’s hands, leaving her midsection exposed once again. Through the eyeholes of her mask, the fatigue and pain she was experiencing were clearly visible in her eyes.

She was too dazed at that moment to resist; consequently, when she was yanked by the shoulder and steered toward the nearby ropes, she moved almost mechanically, offering no opposition. After rebounding off the ropes, she headed back only to run straight into her opponent, who was already crouched and poised to strike. Venus slammed into her with full force, but in one swift motion, she was hoisted into the air—only to crash onto the mat on her back a moment later. Uuuughhhh…!!!!

Venus’s body convulsed as she tried, with one hand, to reach the back that throbbed with pain. She was exhausted and sore, sweat pouring down her body; the mask her promoter had insisted she wear—far from helping—only made the situation worse.

The crowd was captivated by the match; cheers and applause filled the air. The promoter, too, watched the spectacle unfold with intense excitement.

Suddenly, it seemed as though someone in the crowd had sent a text message to Mitzi’s phone, as those standing nearby heard the sound of an incoming message.

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The crowd ate things up as Mitzi had gone from even foe to slowly controlling things. Once she got Black Venus to her feet and the crowd saw her struggling to stand and looking like she was in pain they demanded more. Mitzi gave it to them with her second knee and while Black Venus was recovering she could see the pain on her face even with the mask on. She pushed her away letting her come to her doom herself as she snatched her up in the air and then let her fall back down in agony, getting another roar from the crowd as they had clearly started to pick a favorite. Mitzi followed up her attack by driving an elbow down on Black Venus to keep her from going anywhere right when she heard her phone ring. Instantly she rolled away and marched over to her phone to see her new alert, reading down the words without showing what she thought of the context of them. A simple instruction for $500. Mitzi looked at her opponent before ending a word of confirmation to the employer before placing her phone back down and going back to her prey.

"Congrats, you just became more important..." Mitzi said reaching down to grab her head and pull her up, forcing her back to her feet before she was ready and keeping her up there as she would wind her fist back and throw a hard punch to Venus' belly! She'd let the fist linger for a second or two before she'd pull it back and swing at her again, working on her body with hard hitting punches, then without giving her a chance to recover she'd grab between her legs pull her up and drop her down on her knee to torture her opponents body.

As Venus contorted her body after hitting the mat, she felt terrible. It seemed the realization hadn't yet sunk in that the fight had completely shifted—that turning things around and getting back into the match would be incredibly difficult, if not impossible. As she tried to gather herself while still lying on the mat, a painful elbow crushed her chest, knocking the wind out of her once more. Uuughhhh…!!!!

Venus seemed to be in a panic; she tried to recover, but a barrage of blows left her entirely at her opponent's mercy. "It’s impossible…!!!!" the words seemed to escape her lips. "I’ll be right back…!!!" Aaagghhh…!!!!! "Focus…!!!" "Fuck…!!!" Nnnngghhh…!!! "What’s wrong with me…!!!!" she seemed to stammer out.
At that moment, her opponent checked something on her phone, though it lasted only a split second.

Venus felt a sharp tug on her head, and her body was hauled upright once again; her legs trembled, and she struggled desperately to stay on her feet.
Then came the worst part.

Uuughhhh…!!!!!
The first blow: a gut punch—deep, slow, and humiliating.

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Venus’s mouth fell open as her abs buckled under the pressure; a low, involuntary groan escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered and her hands twitched at her sides, torn between fighting back and clutching at the pain radiating from her midsection. Her body seemed to arch and recoil.

Then came another blow: Uuughhhh…!!!!! Her sculpted stomach tightened hard, but it wasn't enough to stop the sting. A jolt of pain shot through her core as she gasped and doubled over slightly—only for Mitzi to slam another into her gut, digging viciously into those taut muscles. Venus stumbled back even further.

Then another hit: Uuugghhh…!!!! She seemed to reel backward toward the ropes. Her mouth parted in a strained groan, and her abs spasmed violently as the breath was driven out of her once more.

Sweat clung to her body; her masked head tilted back, mouth agape as she struggled for air. Every breath burned. Her toned midsection—once so proudly unbreakable—now shuddered under Mitzi’s relentless fists. There was no mercy in those blows, only calculation.

Were it not for Mitzi, Venus’s body would surely have slumped onto the mat or slumped against the ropes. But her opponent had something else in mind. Venus felt one of her adversary’s hands grab her between the legs while the other wrapped around her neck and head; the German woman’s body was hoisted upward, only to come crashing down a moment later, smashing against her opponent’s knee. Aaaaggghhh…!!!!!!!

In a brutal twist, Mitzi drove Venus down onto her knee, inflicting massive damage and a searing wave of pain that shot deep through her body. Venus’s torso seemed to buckle at the point of impact; her abs contracted violently as she let out a high-pitched scream, her arms flailing weakly as her body bounced and then slumped onto the mat…

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The entire room could sense the shift in tension as Mitzi pulled Black Venus up for those follow up punches. The way she looked was rough and it screamed at her being in a state that would be slow to recover...against an opponent who already had a reputation both in LAW an in the underground for rarely letting that happen, as her punches found their mark the crowd was in awe at the sight of the slightly taller fighter taking hard hitting blows that seemed to crush her completely, Mitzi could feel the way her abs seemed to buckle completely under the pressure and when she returned with more she could feel them almost start to give in. At that point she smirked, looking at Black Venus as she did so knowing that she had her right where she could want her. It was that which motivated her to lift Black Venus up and drive her onto her knee once again adding more pain to a foe who was running out of strength to stop her.

"All that screaming isn't going to save you, maybe you should call for help. I'm sure someone might be willing to pay me to stop this if you ask nicely." Mitzi said mockingly grabbing Venus and lifting her up once again, letting the crowd marvel at how she was handling this fighter Mitzi carried her over to the corner and put her in a Tree of Woe position letting her hang down in a similar position to the one she had Matilda in, she figured the buyer would want to see that. Then without missing a beat she'd run over to the other side and then come rushing at Black Venus and throwing her knee into her stomach at full spring, letting the resounding thud that followed made every fan in attendance wince. Mitzi would rush back to the other side a ND come running again, trying to smash her abs with another knee...and then another, continuing until she hit her enough times that Black Venus slipped of the corner.

Venus was panting heavily. Her stomach and body looked severely battered and bruised. The latex mask was making it hard for the German woman to breathe; sweat drenched her body—and even more so her face beneath the mask and her eyes—leaving her feeling utterly shattered, both physically and mentally. As she lay on the mat, trying to move or inch toward the ropes, she felt her opponent grab her by the head once more and haul her upright. Nnnngghhh…!!!

She could only groan, feeling completely dazed. It seemed she could forget all about victory or the prize money. Mitzi helped her up only to continue her brutal campaign of destruction. The next moment, Venus was hoisted into the air, only to crash down a split second later onto a devastating knee—Uuugghhh..!!!!!—designed to destroy an opponent in the most terrifying way possible. The fight was incredibly brutal; some members of the audience could be seen wincing at the sight of such savage destruction.

It seemed as though her opponent was saying something to Venus, but she was lost in a haze of shock and pain; it appeared she didn't even grasp what was being said to her. Another yank, and Venus found herself in the corner. Worse still, Mitzi had seemingly pinned the German woman upside down in that corner—hanging head-first, defenseless and helpless, as if awaiting whatever was about to come next.

Her opponent stepped back and then charged with full force toward Venus, who was hanging in the corner. Uuuuuggghhh...!!!! A knee slammed into the German woman's stomach. Her body seemed to arch from the pain and the impact. The blow once again forced a groan and the last of her remaining breath out of her; her abdominal muscles seemed to collapse helplessly inward from the strike, and saliva trickled from her mouth straight onto the mat.

But her opponent clearly wasn't finished with this terrifying torture yet. She stepped back and launched a second attack, charging straight at Venus and driving her knee into the German woman's midsection once more. Uuugghhh…!!!!
Venus convulsed violently; the impact reverberated through her skull. Her abdomen seemed to crush inward against her spine. Her core felt as though it were coming apart at the seams. Her body went limp, held up only by the ring ropes.

Yet Mitzi continued her devastating assault.
A third knee strike, delivered with full momentum, slammed into the German woman's stomach. Uuuuuggghhhh…!!!!!!
Venus wheezed, her back arching sharply; her legs twitched, and her body shuddered from the aftershocks of the blow. Her midsection—once the proud foundation of her strength—now looked wrecked by such monstrous impacts. She hung there helplessly, her arms twitching slightly, as the crowd looked on, stunned by the turn of events.

It seemed as though, following that blow, Venus’s body simply slumped down onto the mat of its own accord.

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It was a harrowing spectacle of total devastation.

One look at Venus seemed to disavow anyone from continuing to think she could win, much like Mitzi's last two opponents it seemed she was just too much for another heavyweight. Of course few in attendance knew about the mask and Mitzi knew even less but that wouldn't matter, just what they saw. And Mitzi was happy to beat someone down in a fight no matter what the reason was, her corner knees had obliterated any lingering resistance as Mitzi felt those abs give with each hit, and they were struggling to protect her as is and after the second knee she saw her opponent convulse before going limp. Was she already out? Mitzi found out with a third knee, still awake just extremely drained and after that she could only slide of the corner before a 4th knee could hit. Looking like the perfect image of defeat. But Mitzi wasn't done yet. Far from it.

Mitzi walked over to Venus, slowly as if giving Venus time to process her imminent doom coming at her again before she'd grab her again and pull her up once more, with Venus barely resisting as Mitzi forced her up and held her high, then carried her over to the ropes before tossing her on it and making sure she landed stomach first on those very ropes. Then when she'd bounce back from it she'd catch her and toss her down with a German Suplex to the mat! She went for power over technique and let Venus body flop back to the mat after the fall then would bounce on her prone body and secure a Full Nelson on her, keeping trapped and make sure she couldn't stay down. "Seems like you can't even stand anymore. Not that it matters, I'll just have to keep helping you up. Or we can end this quickly, you see I've been paid good money for this, and the only way this stops is if you somehow have more money to do so, or if they do..." Mitzi said her head gesturing to the crowd while keeping Venus trapped in the Nelson. "So if you want mercy I'd consider my words carefully and appeal to them for it and if anyone sends me a contract saying to end this for more than $500. I can...but if you win to be stubborn or if no one cares enough to save your ass...well you get the picture, more of what you just endured follows. So...what's it going to be?" Mitzi asked tightening the Full Nelson as she made her point and kept her trapped on the mat before lifting her up and dragging her to the end of the ropes to give her a chance to try and appeal to her crowd for mercy, or remain defiant if she wanted.

As Venus lay on the mat following a brutal series of knee strikes straight to the stomach, her opponent paraded around the ring—seemingly inviting the German fighter’s supporters to make a lucrative offer to buy her out of such a horrific ordeal.

Admittedly, the crowd was divided; those who knew Mitzi had surely bet on her victory—a win that was already in the bag, along with the associated winnings.

The promoter, too, had a stake in the fight. Meanwhile, those who knew Venus and had bet on her to win already realized they had lost, and certainly no one intended to throw away any more money.

Furthermore, none of Venus’s acquaintances—and certainly not Tina Meyer—knew she was fighting in an underground ring to earn money. That is why the situation was hopeless. Venus had even placed an extra bet on her own victory, and for all intents and purposes, she could already kiss that money goodbye.

Black Venus was dazed; she lay there crushed and flattened, seemingly incapable of rational thought, while her body—and her abdomen in particular—pulsed with excruciating pain. It felt as though the slightest movement triggered a piercing agony. Even catching her breath had become a monumental struggle. Trapped within the mask covering her head, she felt as if she were in a torture chamber. Her clouded vision could only make out blurred images of the action in the ring; she couldn't fully comprehend what was happening.

"Nnnnnghhh…!!!!" She felt something grab her and haul her upward. "No…!!!!! Nnnnghhhh…!!!!! Please…!!!!!!" She seemed to be moaning in sheer terror. Yet, whatever was pulling her up showed no reaction whatsoever to her whimpering.

Her opponent dragged her closer to the ropes, leading to a harrowing scene of despair and pain. Venus was flung like a sack of potatoes against the top rope—positioned so precisely that the rope dug deep into her midsection, wreaking further havoc on the German fighter's intestines and internal organs. "Aaaaghh…!!!!!! Nnnnngggghhh….!!!!!" It was a scene of devastating destruction. Venus seemed to be delirious. "Nnnngh…!!"Ooh...!!!!

She hung there, half-bent and broken against the ropes, her arms dangling limp. The rope acted like a spring, bouncing her body slightly upward—an opening her opponent instantly exploited by grabbing the German woman from behind and hurling her—like a helpless doll or a sack—straight backward in a German suplex... Uuuhhh...!!!! Venus now looked like a heap of flesh, incapable of the slightest movement. It seemed as though the impact had drawn blood to her lips, mingling with the sweat and saliva.

Mitzi took it a step further. With her opponent on the mat, she locked in a full nelson, stretching and crushing the German woman’s already battered body even more. Tears, pain, and utter exhaustion—these were the sensations that now constantly plagued Venus.
She seemed to be deliriously muttering: "No...!!!!! Nnnnghhhh...!!!!! Please...!!!!!! Aaagghhhh...!!!! No...!!!!!"

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Venus was on the verge of passing out. Mitzi yanked her upright and dragged her to the ropes, displaying her handiwork and demanding that the crowd pass judgment on the condemned woman.

Was there no one willing to show mercy to the condemned?

It appeared someone in the crowd was typing a message, as Mitzi’s phone received a new notification. Was someone trying to save Venus?

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