L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Holly squeaked as Morrigan rolled out of the ring and came down near her and the other woman. The flash of action and blur of motion in the ring was hard for Holly to follow, but there were a few things that Holly had seen enough times to know what to expect. What surprised her, however, was that the redhead was just backing up, instead of trying to save her partner …

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Blanco rolled out of his ‘rana to get up on one knee. He looked to the ropes, seeing them still swaying from Morrigan rolling out and to the floor. Probably the best result he could have hoped for, he knew. Popping back up to his feet, Blanco bounced on his heels once, and went back to running the ropes. His svelte body rocked off the opposite ropes, springing back into a full sprint toward Morrigan’s side of the ring, running full tilt!

Blanco jumped up as he reached the ropes, his boot hitting the middle rope. There, he let his momentum take over. He flipped over the top rope, spinning end over end and coming hurtling down toward Morrigan. With the added leverage, Blanco would come flying toward her body with a tope senton, a move that would hopefully use his full weight and added momentum to knock her to the floor!

The referee cast a suspicious eye toward Sabine as the fight moved to the floor, dividing attention between her and the combatants as if she expected interference at any moment. It was understandable, as LAW was notorious for tag teams with less than scrupulous reputations. The Ancestors of Isis, or the Donelle siblings, came to mind, and there was a litany of dominatrices in the promotion with disreputable histories. S+M weren’t quite like that, but it was easy to see where the stereotype came from.

She needn’t have worried. Sabine had no interest in interfering; even if she had, Morrigan wouldn’t have abided by it. They had both agreed not to factor into their singles matches. This was her fight, win or lose.

She backed off as Morrigan shook her head, trying to get her bearings. With her bell rung like that, the world was spinning, but she was aware enough to know that she was on the floor. The crowd was starting to swell, Blanco hadn't attacked her yet, so did that mean…

She looked up just in time to see her opponent vaulting over the ropes. With so little time, she only had two option: try to catch him or get plastered. She went for Option A.

She brought her arms up, let his back fall on her shoulders, and snagged him around the stomach when he landed, clutching him tight and taking all the moment. She wound up stumbling from the ring and nearly took them both over the barricade, but she slammed her foot down and canceled all the momentum before that happened, keeping him clutched tight, carrying him like a sack of potatoes.

”My turn.”

Her arms came up, reaching under his shoulder and lifting him up into the crucifix position. After taking a second to steel herself, she rushed forward, hurled him off her back, and sent him flying onto the ring apron with a move she’d been dying to try out - the Razor’s Edge.

Going to the outside was always a risky move, even for wrestlers that were used to utilizing the entire arena. Working over an opponent beforehand was key, battering them senseless or dizzying them with fast enough movements meant that many opponents wouldn’t be ready for a full on body coming crashing down on them until well after it was going to happen. Morrigan, unfortunately, wasn’t one of those opponents!

“HHNNGH!” Blanco grunted as his body hit Morrigan, but instead of crumbling under the impact the thick dominatrix stood her ground! The crowd gasped, and Blanco realized quickly that the two of them weren’t going down to the floor after all. Powerful arms wrapped around his midsection, Blanco writhed in Morrigan’s grip, but she had him held fast.

“Oh no, Mister, look out!” Holly cried out, too late to do anything about it. The British girl stood at ringside, knowing she couldn’t interfere, watching with her hands wringing over her chest as Blanco was trapped by Morrigan’s grip. She looked from the combatants to Sabine, trying to figure out what was going to happen next. The worried girl, and the crowd, would soon have their answer.

“Oooh, no,” Blanco groaned, as Morrigan shifted her grip on his body and he dangled from her arms. “Nonononono …” Blanco kicked his legs, squirming in Morrigan’s grip, but there was no stopping her. With a few steps, the woman had him up overhead, his helpless body hurled through the air with the Razor’s Edge, smashing into the ring! Holly let out a cry of horror as she watched, helplessly, as Blanco flew through the air toward total disaster!

“AAAAAAARRRGHHH!!” Blanco screamed in pain as his body was rocked off the apron, dropping to his knees. He staggered away, arching his spine in pain, his face a grimace of agony beneath his mask. Body seething in agony, Blanco eventually flopped to the floor, ass in the air, his body wrecked by impacting the hardest part of the ring.

The Morrigan fell to her knees when Blanco was released, her body giving out under extreme exertion. Even for someone with her level of strength, that was a crazy move, and she’d been feeling it for the rest of the match. Her back was aching, her arms were sore, and the sweat was starting to run all over her body, leaving her slick and shining.

But it was all worth it when she saw Blanco stagger and fall, screaming. So satisfying. ”Oh, little man,” She wiped her forehead, clearing off the perspiration. ”Keeping playing with me like that, you’ll give a girl the wrong idea.”

She pushed her way up with a grunt and turned to Holly, licking her lips at her distress. ”Easy, Brit. I’ll take real good care of your man, don’t worry.” She huffed and stared strolling his way, hands on hips, her shadow looming over him. ”Real good care…”

”Yes, but not here.” Sabine leaned up against the barricade nearby and pointed back to the referee who’d started the count. ”Perhaps take things back inside? A suggestion.”

”I know, I know.” She reached down, wrapped her hands around Blanco’s skull like it was a basketball, and pulled him back up to his feet. ”Come on back to it.”

The Morrigan hauled him along, back to the ring apron, and roughly shoved him in under the ropes. She ran her hands through her hair, then slid back into the ring and broke the count.

Moaning in misery, Blanco lay with his face in the dirt, ass in the air, rubbing his lower back. He offered no resistance as Morrigan peeled him off the floor by his head. Blanco hung limp in Morrigan's arms (mostly limp anyway, judging by his trunks) when she scooped him up.

"Oh my God," Holly gasped, getting like she'd just seen her man snapped in half in front of her very eyes. "Mister, come on, get up!" Holly held the sides of her face, overcome with fear as she waited for any sign of consciousness from Blanco. She follows, albeit a good distance behind, as Morrigan rolled Blanco's body into the ring and got in, herself. Holly watched the action from ringside, chewing her bottom lip.

Meanwhile, Blanco was rolled into the ring, where he lay flat. The luchador stared up at the lights, his chest rising and falling as he took deep recovering breaths. He'd taken all of that impact, and he knew that Morrigan would keep the beating going. The luchador tried to conserve energy, get air back in his body, and hope he would find an opening soon ... if he could even take advantage of it!

With Blanco weakened and laid out, Morrigan could’ve gone for a lot of things. She could’ve trapped his head, went for a camel clutch, bent him in half. She could’ve taken him to the corner and worked him over there. Hell, she could’ve just mounted him and started throwing blows. Solid strategies. She was in the process of picking one as she came in under the ropes, when Holly’s calling out gave her a much, much more enjoyable option.

Instead of getting up, Morrigan stayed on her knees and crawled on the canvas, stalking Blanco like a feral predator over her wounded prey, a ravenous glint in her eye. She threw a leg over his waist and straddled his lap, letting her arse get nice and settled on the growing shame in his trunks, and even giving him a little rub. Nothing too heavy, not yet. A slow grind.

”Yeah, mister.” She mimicked Holly’s voice well enough, her deep Irish brogue making a decent substitute for her British flair. ”Get. Up.”

She leaned down planted her elbows on his chest and leaned forward, pinning him to the mat. It was enough to start a real pinfall, and the referee rushed over to begin the count. All the while, she stared down at him and swept all the hair away from her face, making sure he could see both of her eyes - her regular, healthy one, and the scarred, milky white one, as well.

”1…!”

“Uuughn …” Blanco moaned, as he felt Morrigan climbing on top of him. Her accent wormed its way into his ears, making his heart race as she mounted him and pressed him hard into the canvas. The luchador shook his head, squirming beneath her powerful body as she got on top and took control. “Aaaaaughh …” Blanco moaned, as Morrigan ground against him just enough to let him know she was there and making him writhe just that much more. Blanco looked up to see the fierce look in her eyes, startling him as he tried to fight his way back to reality.

“2 …!”

“NO!” Blanco shouted as he dug his feet into the mat and thrust upward. Which only made his manhood harder, but it was enough to get a shoulder free from her grip. Blanco rolled over to his side, shaking his head as he tried to calm his racing pulse. Sweaty, pecs heaving as he fought to get his breathing under control, Blanco was still under Morrigan … and still in a lot of trouble.

“Get off him, you … you …” Holly shouted from ringside, her brow knotted tightly. The British Bombshell had her fists balled up tight at her sides, face blushing as red as her dress. “Come on, Mister, get u … I mean, get on your feet and beat her arse!!”

Of course, Blanco kicked out. The Morrigan wasn’t the least bit surprised by that. Quite the opposite. When he thrust up, she pressed down, making sure to get a good grind out of it, making her arch her back and moan as his hardness pressed into her. While she wasn’t too picky about genders regarding her sexual partners, it had been a good while since she’d shared the bed with a man and had him up inside her, mostly sticking to women for the past year or so. The longer she spent in this ring, the more eager she wsa to break the streak.

The referee wasn’t having any of it, though. ”Watch that, Jacqueline.” She warned, as she rose back up to her feet. ”This isn’t that kind of match.”

”Didn’t forget. And don’t call me that.” She glared at the referee from her lousy eye before she returned it to the shadow of her hair. She began to stand up as well, pulling Blanco up, too, when Holly’s words caught her attention.

”Whore? Slut? Strumpet? Been a while since I’ve heard that one from your accent, that’s a good one.” She stuck her tongue out her way, just before she dipped down. ”If you liked that, you’ll love this…”

She placed one hand on Blanco’s neck, the other around his inner thigh, and proceeded to pull him up on her shoulder, stretching him with a torture rack, bending his spine against her hardened muscles. A basic submission move, but an effective one with their size difference. She could hold him up there all day if he wanted to.

And, wouldn’t you know it, her hand just so happened to be in a perfect position to give him slow, strong rubs in a specific spot while the referee was out of view. How convenient.

Beneath his mask, Blanco was flushing a bright red. The luchador’s manhood was starting to ache, and he felt more than a little humiliated that Morrigan was taking this match to places that a standard match wasn’t meant to go. Lying there, Blanco closed his eyes and tried to focus on the pain in his back, a reminder that this was a wrestling match, and he was fighting a hell of a lot more than an inconvenient erection in the ring, tonight …

Meanwhile, Holly watched from ringside in anger. More than a little embarrassed herself at her outburst, Holly retreated. The other woman at ringside had been right. Holly just needed to suck it up and keep the faith … though that was getting harder and harder.

“Uuugh,” Blanco moaned as Morrigan pulled him up. His arms hung at his sides, and he tried to shake off the overwhelming pain he was in. He tried to pull away from Morrigan, but the dominant woman had a firm grip on him as she pulled his body up onto her shoulders, and stretched him out.

“AAAARRRRRGH!” Blanco screamed in pain as Morrigan racked him over her shoulders. Pulled long and lean, Blanco’s already aching back was stretched to his limits! Pulled long and lean, muscles seething in pain as he was stretched, Blanco shook his head when the ref leaned in to ask for his submission. “N-no!” he groaned, “Never …!”

Morrigan wasn’t content to leave it at that, however. Blanco’s manhood was an even easier target now, and his entire body tensed up as the dominatrix grabbed him firmly in hand and began to rub him down. His legs squirmed with the hold, and Blanco’s breath caught in his throat. Convinced he was on the verge of submission, the ref was near his head, listening closely, meaning Morrigan’s rough treatment was going unchallenged! Blanco’s legs squirmed, and he bit his lip hard, but he still refused to submit … even if he had to wonder how long he could last, like this!

Sabine stroked her chin as she looked over, watching Holly’s clear distress. It was perfectly understandable - who wouldn’t bristle at seeing their loved one in such a compromising position? While she had never had a long-term partner, it wasn’t hard to imagine the thoughts going through the Briton’s mind, what she wanted to do, what she would do if given half the chance. She only hoped the woman would not be foolish enough to act on such impulses - she didn’t want to hurt the poor girl. Not like this, anyway.

Her distress hadn't gone unnoticed by Morrigan, either, a fact made clear when she turned Blanco around, ensuring that his lady love got the best view while she stretched him out like taffy. To say nothing of the action going on between his legs and her firm hand, stroking away and egging him on. ”Oh, so big for such a little man.” She cooed into his ear, before bouncing up and jostling his spine. ”Could do this all day. Tempted to. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

She shivered at his screams, moaning as they reverberated through their bodies, savoring every bit of it - the feel of his quivering flesh on her shoulder, Holly’s helpless state on the outside, the crowd’s growing disdain and the hot flesh between her fingers. It was pure dominance, a drug she was truly addicted to, but it could only go on for so long. Blanco was too tough and proud to give up. She would have to put him down.

Didn’t mean she had to do it gently.

”All right, ride’s over.” She gave his balls a quick, playful slap. ”Everyone off!”

The Morrigan spun about all at once and threw Blanco off her shoulders, letting him spin through the air for a wild instant. She grabbed him by the waist as he passed overhead, pulled him down, kicked out her legs, and brought him crashing to the canvas, dropping him with a sitout powerbomb and keeping him down, looking for a three-count once again.

”1…!”