L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Monica managed to press her weight down stubbornly, blushing as she fought against the overbearing grip of her surprisingly strong opponent.

" Pft! You just don't try cause she uses her butt. " Monica fired back, trying to reach out to grab Melody, planning to slam her, though before she could she was kneed in the stomach, and Melody pushed into her, slamming her into the corner as she was reeling from the knee.

Melody then pressed bodies with Monica, as if she were some kind of sexy sumo, using her thick body as an obstacle to keep Monica too tightly pressed that she couldn't squirm away.

" Huh? H-hey! " Monica grumbled as she watched Melody climb the corner, first those large breasts dragging up her body and passed her face, before her thighs next loomed over her cornered head, the Jackson sibling looking up between those legs to get a teasing up skirt that brought a deeper blush to her cheeks. Melody mentioned smothering her in those panties, which was a threat that gave the sexually timid lass pause.

With a disgraceful pun, Melody turned around on the ropes, cheeks bouncing from the sudden movement before they lowered quickly. Monica saw that panty clad booty close in, as the rockstar took a comfy seat on Monica's upward looking face, engulfing her full face.

Monica was then treated to a wiggle, those cheeks squashing across her face and drowning her so deeply between them that she was breathless amongst her musky cheeks, desperately trying to breath in air. The lightweight wasn't complicit with getting smothered though, and so she would try to put her hands on those legs, and wrap her arms round to the front of her ankles.

Monica would then try to lift her foe by her legs primarily, before stepping forward and aiming to fall forward to remove Melody's ass from her face and slam her down in a move reminiscent of a glam slam.

Melody had worked the smother in a way that ignited the crowd and she was loving the moment. The panicked breaths and struggles of Monica sent shivers along the rockers body, each one would spell a worse moment for the Jackson clan member. Melody was getting quite damp at the situation and she decided to rub in her pending victory.

"I think you are starting to love this, I mean really, I am squashing your face and your basically nuzzling me...."

As Monica fumbled to escape, Melody was taken with her own arrogance. She yawned to the crowd and let her rival get a good grip.

"OMG you are actually pulling my cheeks onto your face! Such a butt slave heh."

However as Monica lunged forward, Melody was silenced with the canvas.

The crowd roared at the switch up in momentum. Melody bounced off the canvas and lay there with her hands clutching her face. She winced and felt dazed. Slowly the rocker tried to roll to her back with a hand still nursing her flat nose.

"That was unexpected"

Melody groaned and needed to catch her breath.

Monica was feeling dizzy, tired and her head hurt after having Melody sit on her face for so long. The violent lightweight stayed on her knees just in front of the corner, gasping for air fully red faced. Monica definitely needed a break too, she had been smushed nearly into defeat already.

Monica finally started to fix her breathing, though her face was still blushing bright red after basically having her face cooked and steamed by those heated buns and their suffocating warmth.

Monica would decide to try to launch an attack, waiting until Melody started to get up, and when she did Monica would jog at her from behind, ducking low on the approach, before trying to slide
slide into a shoulder tackle to knock her body into the back of Melody's legs, aiming to chop block the Rocker.

Monica had taken a lot of time to recover, so she would just need to hope that her slam was enough to groggy Melody for that time.

Melody couldnt stay on the canvas, face up was inviting some retaliation that the rocker didnt want to comprehend, at least not yet. On her front gave Monica a wealth of chances to pile on the pressure. Soon as she felt energised enough, Melody hauled her body off the canvas and got to her feet. She rocked a little, not in time with her latest single but from the faceplant, still she managed to steady the ship long enough to look around to see....

...nothing.

No Monica, just a crowd and ref.

"Did she just split and.....?"

As Melody pondered she felt the strike at her leg. With a loud cry she timbered like a log in the forest. The rocker crashed to the canvas and lay on her back clutching at her leg. She screwed up her eyes tight and felt annoyed at what was a rookie mistake.

"I guess you didnt run then Jackson?!"

The crowd roared on the switch in the tide of the match, with Melody down, Monica could capitalise.

Monica quickly punished Melody for thinking she would flee, simply staying out of sight and striking while the rocker was confused. Then with Melody on her back, a humiliated and angry Monica was more than willing to capitalise on her vulnerability.

" Please. Who would run from you? " Monica said, getting catty after Melody sat on her face and teased her. The street fighter would try to stand up quickly after her attack and drop down ass first onto the other woman's chest, before grabbing her by the hair with both hands and bouncing forward, pressing her crotch deeply into Melody's face, before trying to tighten her thighs around her head in an awfully lewd face smothering headscissors.

" Finally. Some piece and quiet. " Monica said, drawing a big breath in relief as she tightened her legs around Mel's head to press her into her crotch, blushing slightly as she looked down at her opponent.

" I'm not so easy going as Harley, if you mess with me, I'll pay you back tenfold Mel. " Monica warned, her ego refusing to let Harley's rival compete evenly with her. Monica had a particular desire to outdo her cousin, which of course meant crushing her rivals, even in a smothering match which wasn't exactly her expertise, as was clear from the massive blush on her face as she tried to smush Mel's visage.