L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

No matter how much the blonde knew the odds were stacked against her, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. There was no way she was going to admit defeat. For as shameless a self-promoter as she was, she still had her pride, and the thought of being dominated by a fellow streamer was one she just couldn't stand. Allie had gamed the algorithms long enough to know how this sort of thing worked. If she lost to Chiaki, the whole internet would be talking about it. She was sure that plenty of memes had already been made, and there were plenty of analysis videos on the match being scripted at this very moment. Publicity was publicity, sure...but Allie didn't want to be remembered as a loser. At the very least, she wanted it to be known she had gone down fighting. And even when Chiaki offered her the escape, she just clenched her teeth with a hiss, giving a weak shake of her head. But that was all she was really capable of managing at this point. She surely didn't have it left in her to meaningfully fight back or escape...even if she wished she could. And she was just delaying the inevitable.

Naturally, that meant she couldn't do anything to stop her as Chiaki lifted her up. Her eyes squeezed shut, her body growing tense as she awaited whatever fate the gamer girl might have in store for her. And when she found herself hanging over the ropes, folded in half, her cheeks flushed red even before Chiaki had made a single move. She knew that the cameras were pointed right down her cleavage - and while she wouldn't mind that normally, the fact that it was Chiaki who had set up this entire situation to make such a show of her made Allie keenly aware of who was really in charge. When Chiaki ground up against her from behind, each push and shove of her hips caused Allie to bob up and down on the ropes, her breasts bouncing in place. Allie already knew how eagerly the chat was popping off about this. And all of it was at her expense - all of it to make Chiaki look good.

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. A minute ago, she had tried to get a word in edgewise. But now, Allison knew that wouldn't work. Whether it was Chiaki's use of video game analogies that helped it sink in for Allie, or just the lingering soreness that deadened the nerves throughout her body, it finally began to dawn on Allie that no matter how stubborn she was, or how desperate she was, or how much she wanted the fans to see her reign supreme in her first-ever wrestling match...at this point, she simply couldn't beat Chiaki. The pink-haired girl had knocked her stunned, and now Allie found herself too weak to fight back - too weak to even lift a finger in her defense, really. Chiaki had her ass in her grasp literally and figuratively, and at any moment she could end the match. But she was serious about what she'd said. And at that moment, something began to dawn on the Floridian.

Yes, she had lost, and yes, she had lost on stream, with all of her fans watching. The thought of being shown up at an event that she herself had done so much to hype up was a crushing one. But when she listened to Chiaki's words, something about them lingered in her. Chiaki saw potential in her. She actually thought that Allie could go somewhere - maybe become a wrestler herself. That's when it hit her. Allie had been treating this all as, essentially, an advertisement for her channel. She wanted to hype up herself and her brand. But Chiaki had had her head in the game to win. And perhaps...Allie could get there, too.

Sure, Chiaki was making her defeat a humiliating spectacle. But she was doing that for good reason. In her own way, this was a form of training. This was her way of pushing the blonde to improve, and to truly apply herself. And because of that, it stuck with Allie. Not for being embarrassing...but, perhaps, for being exactly what she needed.

Allie thought for a moment about everything she was hearing. A part of her almost didn't believe it - that after how hard she'd tried to cut Chiaki low, that the pink-haired girl would actually want the best for her. That she actually thought she had promise, when she made no claims to be anything but a streamer and an influencer. She had a lot she wanted to ask Chiaki. But, as Chiaki rammed her hips into Allie's behind, causing her whole body to shake with another yelp, Allison realized this wasn't the time for questions. They would have plenty of time afterward to discuss this. But, for now, it was time Allie finally swallowed her pride and listened.

"Yeah..." she said, looking back at Chiaki as much as she could from out of the corner of her eye. She nodded her head, giving her the signal. Her eyelid twitched at the thought of what she was agreeing to...but she had to do it. "D-Do your worst-!" she said with a gulp, ready to face defeat with dignity...at least, as much as she could.

Chiaki let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when Allie accepted her defeat. "Alright then," she said. The gamer girl let go of Allie's arms, hanging them over the top rope, then came forward beside her. Chiaki's own breasts pressed down into the blonde's shoulder blades as she reached through the ropes and cupped Allie's breasts with one hand.

Chiaki's other hand was still behind Allie, raised in the air. "Hey hey, give your best ryona face for the camera," the pinkette said before bringing her hand down against Allie's behind. Then she did it a second time. And then finally, Chiaki spanked Allie for a third time, ending the overtime round, and thus, the match. The on-stream score bug came to its final.

Chiaki 6
Allie 5

The moment it was over, Chiaki pulled Allie back through the ropes and pulled her into a tight, breast mushrooming hug. "Hey LAW," she said as she turned to the camera. "You're gonna be hearing Allie-san's name a lot before long, and not just as a content creator. But as a real wrestler who's taking on the big leagues and looking great doing it!"

Allie sucked in a long, deep breath, preparing herself for the worst. With this, she knew, she was agreeing to her own defeat. There was no coming back from this - she was officially putting things in Chiaki's hands to end the match. But at the same time, Allie knew she didn't have much of a chance anyway. After the beatdown she'd suffered at Chiaki's hands, she didn't have the strength left in her to fight back, and she wouldn't be able to pull herself free of the ropes either. It was definitely a blow to her pride, especially after how hard she'd fought and how much she had done to build hype around this match. But...if there was anyone she could take such a blow from, at least it was Chiaki. At the very least, the pink-haired girl had her best intentions in mind...and she believed that Allie just might be able to go a step further, a thought that Allison lingered on.

When she felt Chiaki's body settle down on top of her, Allie tensed up momentarily - and when she felt the gamer girl's fingers kneading at her own breast from below, a blush rose in her cheeks. Now, she knew, she was right in the middle of the camera's focus, and the whole world could see her in such a compromising position, one that already dealt a blow to Allie's pride even before the bell had rang. She supposed the groping thing was karma for her own actions, anyway. But she reminded herself that engagement was engagement - and at the end of the day, having Chiaki win in such a dominant fashion for the final shot was going to garner plenty of attention. Maybe there was a silver lining to this after all.

Chiaki was even inviting her to play along. "Uh...like this?" Allie really hadn't anticipated ending up in a position like this, but she had seen and commented on enough matches to know the basics of a good ryona face. At the least, if she couldn't win this match, she could at least make sure the finish was a memorable one. Squeezing her eyes shut, Allie let her jaw fall open in a silent scream with her tongue lolling out, doing her best to look like she was consumed by pain and shame for the cameras. She felt Chiaki's hand crack across her behind once, then twice, then a third time - each time causing her hips to buck up and for her to let out a little yelp, only some of which was Allie playing things up to the cameras. But with that, the bell rang, and the match was officially over - with Chiaki winning by a point!

As Chiaki pulled her back through the ropes, Allison sunk against her side. She panted for breath as her body sagged heavily, dragging her down lower in Chiaki's arms - now that the match was over, the aches and pains finally caught up to her. She winced from the stabbing pain running through her skull, and it was only weakly that her arms wrapped around Chiaki's sides to hold onto her. But...when Chiaki faced the cameras, she had only good things to say about Allie. In fact, Chiaki had decided to use this moment to announce Allie's entry to the LAW roster...whether or not the blonde agreed to it or not!

At that point, Allie's eyes went wide. "Wait, I am-!?" she blurted out out of reflex, only to quickly catch herself. No, that wouldn't do - if this moment was going to hype her up, she couldn't look anything less than prepared! Clearing her throat, she found the strength in her to hold her back up straighter, jabbing a finger toward the camera as she flashed it a winning smile. "I mean...yeah! Folks, this was only the start of a new chapter of Allie-san's career in LAW, one that's going to be bigger and better than anything to date! You think I was just gonna take wrestling training for this one match? Some day...you're gonna see me go for the GOLD, Kawaii Kommandos! I almost had Chiaki beat, and I can do it again! And when that happens, I want to hear you all in the stands cheering for me!"

With that, the cameraman gave the signal that the stream had come to an end. Almost immediately after, something dropped in the pit of Allie's stomach. Shit. Now she was going to have to deliver on all of that. Hyping herself up was one thing, but she knew that any opponents she faced from here wouldn't be nearly as willing to work with her as Chiaki had been. For a moment, she stared off into space, still in shock from what she'd just agreed to. But then, she cleared her throat and looked back at Chiaki, where a weak and awkward smile came to her face.

"So, uh...how'd I do?" she asked. Her voice had grown soft. This wasn't an Allie-san who was just in this to put herself over. This was an Allie who wasn't quite sure what the future might bring...and yet, she wanted to put her faith in how Chiaki believed in her nonetheless. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea...but she wanted to have faith it would be.

"Good, you did good. I wasn't just talking for the cameras," said Chiaki. "But I also wasn't kidding about the work you have to put in. Wrestling is not easy, as I'm sure you're aware. I'm pretty much LAW's equivalent of the Lapis Line, I think. If you're better than me, you're a good wrestler. If you're worse than me, you're a jobber."

"And yes, right now, you are a jobber. You have a lot of workout streams in your future if you choose to be serious about realizing your potential as a wrestler," Chiaki said. "But it's a lot of fun though! I wouldn't have stuck around so long if I didn't want to be here. You know as well as I do that I could just go back to streaming full time if I didn't enjoy being a wrestler. You'll be just fine, Allie."

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