L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Silvia hated Kama, she hated her whole existence.
A poor little thing who thought she could keep up with a billionaire's daughter.
Ridiculous.
She let Kama ride out her orgasm on her hand as so many times before, so many times they fucked each other into submission and they still had'nt enough.
Their feud followed them and was even picked up by LAW itself...very well, the Million Dollar Girl would oblige, by ending this so called "feud" on this very evening.

A "feud" meant that both opponents were equals and Silvia did'nt see Kama as equal in any position, not as human, not as fighter not as lover.
Silvia was the better one in everything, and when Kama took the win home?
Well, then Silvia had a bad day, that happened to everyone at some point, did'nt it?
Her fingers pumped in and out her rivals more then willing pussy and she pressed her face into the breasts of Kama as the japanese girl came all over her hand with a loud scream.

"Hehehe...", Silvia chuckled and shoved the barely concious Kama off her and onto the floor of the locker rooms.
"Hm...easy...", she said and licked her fingers clean.
"All...too...easy...every time we meet.", she grinned and crawled over the broken and crying form of her japanese rival, seeing her tears aroused her and sent shivers down her spine.
"Aaaaw...Kama-chan...no need to cry. ", she whispered and stroked some messy locks of hair out of the sweaty forhead of her opponent, bowing down.

"We see each other in the ring...in..."
She looked at the clock that was hanging over the entrance to the locker rooms.
"15 Minutes! Oh I better hurry!", she smiled, and grabbed Kamas head with both hands, lifting it up.
"So...better...don't...be...late!", she laughed and with every word she sent Kamas already hurting head back onto the tilted floor, weakening her more.

She kissed her with hungry lips and let her head fall down on the floor uncerimoniously before getting up.
"Oh and Kama..."
She turned around, lifted her leg as to kick a football and sent it with all the force she could muster right between the legs of her opponent.
"So you don't forget where your place is...", she smiled and rubbed the sole of her golden sandal in the hurting japanese girls face.
"See you in...uuuh...12!", she grinned and left...her trademark laughter filling the room and Kamas ears...and very soul...

A few minutes later a stagehand walked in and gasped as he saw Kama on the floor.
"Kama-san you are next in 5...oh my god!"
The girl knelt down to the broken wrestler and looked at her.
"Oh my...what...what happened? I...I call off the match! You...you can't fight like this...", she said nervously and got up.

Broken. That was the only words that could be used to describe Kama now. She'd been forced to orgasm by her hated rival, like she had so many times before, and her head had been slammed so many times. And it was in this state Sylvia seemed to want to leave her. The Japanese heel was pushed onto the ground in a heavily stimulated, hurt mess. A sight that surely the Californian wished to leave her when their match was underway.

But that wouldn't seem to be enough, as Sylvia crawled atop her, moving her disheveled hair from her face to get a good look at the pitiful expression. So little time before their debuts, and daddy's little girl slammed her head into the floor five times, keeping her in such a horrid shape. Kama would seem to need a miracle at this rate to even last more than a few seconds.

Soon hungry lips would feast upon her dazed ones, before letting her drop back onto the floor with a thud. This was soon followed by a kick to the groin, causing a second, aftershock to squirt from her brutalized sex. Kama was too hurt to truly react, other than a pained groan that lasted while her face was ground down. But finally satisfied with all that Sylvia finally left her alone with her horrid laughter her parting gift.

It would be several minutes before she was found, five minutes until she had to be on to be precise. And in the time between her abuse and then, she reflected on what had occured. How if this had been a match Sylvia would have beaten her so easily. How she hadn't been able to put up any resistance as she was toyed with and humiliated. She didn't have much strength to act, and she was getting more and more furious. The tears she shed had not been ones of sorrow, but of anger. And she was going to take all that anger out on the bitch that did this to her when she could feel her limbs again.

When the stagehand came in and found her, half naked and lying in a pool of her own juices. She'd kneel down to check on her, obviously nervous. But as soon as she tried to get back up, tried to go talk to management to get their match cancelled, Kama grabbed the woman by the collar before she could get far. She'd find the strength to turn her head, glaring at the staff member. "Do it... and you'll wish... haah, haaahn.... I left you like.... this....." With her threat made, she'd start pulling herself up, using the stagehand as an aid. "Now get... me up... I have a.... bitch to.... fuck up." She was clearly in no shape to step into the ring, but she was determined and pissed.

She was going to pay Sylvia back for this, and then some. The Californian was going to regret trying to ruin Kama's debut, if it was the last thing the islander did.

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