L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Matilda had taken beatings before. She had fought bruisers in cages, endured training from Olympic veterans, and taken licks from women twice her size in MMA rings. But this… this was something else.

It wasn’t just the power—it was the way Mitzi delivered it. Ruthless. Sharp. Precise.

The spear hit her like a wrecking ball. Matilda barely had time to steady herself after bouncing off the ropes before Mitzi crashed into her, shoulder driving deep into her belly. The sound of air being violently knocked from her body was audible even over the crowd—an awful, hollow gasp as her abs caved around Mitzi’s shoulder. Her feet left the mat as she was folded around the blow, body jerking like a doll caught in a crossfire!

"Ghhhuaa—!"

Matilda's lips parted, her face flushed crimson, body trembling as she collapsed sideways.

She didn’t even get the chance to fall properly—Mitzi grabbed her, lifting her up in a show of raw strength that brought gasps from the crowd. Matilda’s muscular frame was cradled in the air, her torso glistening with sweat, stomach visibly twitching with each strained breath. She was completely at Mitzi’s mercy.

And mercy was not on the menu.

With a wicked twist, Mitzi dropped Matilda down, gut-first onto her knee in a brutal gutbuster! The redhead’s body snapped around the point of impact, her abs compressing violently as she let out a high-pitched cry, her arms flailing weakly as her body bounced off and slumped to the mat.

"Nnnnnhhhhhh!!!!"

Her belly—once firm, defined, resilient—was now tenderized. Her red-stained skin twitched under the fluorescent lights. She was breathing through gritted teeth, mouth open in desperate gasps as her core pulsed with pain.

And Mitzi wasn't done.

"N-Nein… Bitte...!”

she whimpered through clenched teeth as Mitzi hauled her up again, dragging her like a ragdoll toward the corner. Her legs dangled uselessly as she was hoisted and hung, Mitzi flipping her upside down and locking her in the Tree of Woe.

Everything in Matilda's body screamed. Her abs were fully exposed—vulnerable, stretched. It was a cruel position... and Mitzi knew exactly what to do with it.

The first shoulder tackle was a nuclear bomb.

BOOM.

Mitzi’s whole weight exploded into her belly, and Matilda convulsed. Her head flung back, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes fluttering. Her six-pack, glistening and red, seemed to cave in under the impact, her body jerking like she’d been shocked.

The second hit came harder. Faster.

BRAM!

Matilda twitched violently, the impact echoing in her skull. Her belly compressed hard against her spine. Her core felt like it was coming apart at the seams. Her body sagged, held up only by the corner ropes.

Then the final blow—a jumping knee, crushing into her already demolished abs.

"Hhrrrrgh—!"

Matilda wheezed, her back arching even while upside down, her legs twitching, body trembling with aftershocks. Her belly, once the proud foundation of her strength, now looked *ruined*—red, raw, slightly swollen from the prolonged assault. She hung limply, her arms twitching slightly as the crowd gasped in sympathy.

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High in the stands, Rianne Evans lounged in her seat, her legs crossed casually, lollipop lazily twirling between her fingers. The lights glinted off her sly grin as she watched the destruction unfold.

Her sharp violet eyes didn’t miss a thing—not the brutal spear, not the lift, and definitely not the absolute wrecking of Matilda’s once-proud abs.

She gave a low whistle as Mitzi drove her knee into the redhead’s core again.

"Bloody hell, look at 'er go,"

Rianne chuckled, sitting up straighter.

"She’s bashin’ that gut like she’s tryna tenderize a steak."

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, grin widening as Matilda sagged upside down in the Tree of Woe—completely exposed, breathless, and barely holding on.

"Cold as ice, that one,"

Rianne murmured with a smirk.

"Don’t waste time showboatin’, just goes in, does the job, an’ leaves 'em beggin'. Proper professional, she is. Nothin’ fancy—just pain."

She gave a playful click of her tongue against her teeth, then licked her lollipop once before chuckling darkly.

"If she finishes this one off nice an’ clean… I might just 'ave meself a new enforcer. Maybe even a new toy—if she plays her cards right."

Matilda was still awake but she was as close to broken as possible, as she pulled her up Mitzi heard her say something unexpected in German. And she knew enough to know what it was, smiling at the thought before bringing her to the corner. "Last girl ended up saying the same thing, although she wasn't saying it in German...You sound really cute when you're in pain." Mitzi mocked evilly, knowing she had Matilda right where she wanted her. Mitzi attacked with such vicious verocity it almost hid the fact that each hit had a purpose and a target. She was out for blood and was taking it, and soon enough Matilda was looking weary and beaten down, especially around her belly which had been taking punishment ever since she was forced into the ropes. From there Mitzi had utterly broken those abs, reduced them to nothing and just like Matilda's strong belly had broken down the German so much she was begging Mitzi to stop. And it didn't look over. Mitzi finally peeled Matilda off of the ropes and dragged her to the center of the ring. Forcing the Redhead up to her groggy feet and pulled her close, she'd shove her arms behind her back and hold them in place with one arm, stretching out Matilda's already battered belly while giving Mitzi one free hand to work with...the crowd knew what was coming next for the German before Mitzi even threw the first punch into Matilda's belly.

"You know I don't like having to work this hard for just one match." Mitzi said grinding her fist into her belly, then pulling it out and hitting her even lower. "But I must admit, some part of me is enjoying this a little more, and I have you to thank for it. You're cocky little smirks you gave me made me want to ruin you more...and ruin you I did." Mitzi said punctuating her last few words with more punches, targeting the red midsection of her battered for and taking in the cut sounds she made and maybe seeing if she could get more German whimpers out of her defeated body. But after that she would let her arms go and instead wrap her arms around Matilda's waist hoisting her up and squeezing a little, giving Matilda a bear hug to suffer through, Mitzi's body tightened up, her arms and her core making her look like a killer compared to the sweaty and beaten down redhead in her arms as she squeezed the life out of her foe and seemed to be setting her up for something else. "I want to make sure everyone remembers this....so lets end it with a bang Matilda." Mitzi said, then holding Matilda up a little higher she began to spin in place carrying the big girl around in her arms with each spin, it was enough to make anyone dizzy. After about 4 spins in place Mitzi bent her back and lifted Matilda up and then with all of the power she could muster, dropped her down with one of the hardest spine busters the crowd had ever seen. The impact was loud and Mitzi went down with it, making sure Matilda got all of it, even after all this she wanted everything to hurt! Mitzi jumped up right after the spinebuster and wiped her hair out of her face, looking down at Matilda with an evil glint in her eyes and a slight smirk, before she jumped as high as she could and brought her rear down on Matilda for a standing banzai drop! Somehow the impact was even louder than the spinebuster and the mat shook, making Mitzi bounce in place but by the end of it she was sitting on top of Matilda as casually as ever, even resting her head on her arm then pointing at the mat for the ref to start counting, which they did hoping to end this match.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Matilda’s body was wrecked. Her midsection had been beaten into something barely recognizable. Once rock-solid abs now trembled with every breath, bruised and flushed red from the focused punishment Mitzi had so cruelly delivered. Every punch landed with purpose, each word from Mitzi's lips sinking in like venom, eroding what little fight remained.

And still, she endured.

When Mitzi pulled her from the ropes, her legs barely held her weight. Her head hung low, auburn hair matted with sweat, and her body swayed like a tree in a storm. The moment her arms were pulled behind her and bound by Mitzi’s strength, her torso arched forward involuntarily, exposing that brutalized belly once again.

"Nnnnghh…"

A weak, broken moan escaped her lips as Mitzi’s fist sank in again—and again.

Each blow drew a deeper sound from her: husky whimpers, ragged gasps, even a helpless

"Bitte...”

whispered through quivering lips, as her battered core spasmed under the pain. Matilda’s strong, confident exterior had been ripped away, leaving nothing but a dazed warrior trapped in an endless storm of pain.

And then came the bear hug.

"Hhhhaaa—aaaugh!"


she cried out as Mitzi’s powerful arms wrapped around her and squeezed. Her back arched once more, her head falling back as her breath was stolen, ribs compressing, abs screaming from the renewed pressure. Her strong thighs twitched against Mitzi’s as she was lifted and spun, her groggy mind barely able to register the growing dizziness before—

CRASH!

The spinebuster rocked the ring. Matilda’s body bounced from the canvas, her arms flopping lifelessly to the side. Her eyes fluttered, unfocused, lips parted as a long, shaky breath wheezed out of her lungs. Her torso heaved, stomach twitching in broken spasms as she lay on the mat—completely spent.

And then, as if to stamp her dominance with flair…

BOOM!

Mitzi’s thick rear slammed down into her belly with a thunderous banzai drop, flattening Matilda’s midsection once again beneath her full weight. The redhead’s limbs jerked once, then fell still—only her chest rising in slow, shallow breaths beneath the immovable frame of her conqueror.

Even in defeat, Matilda looked stunning—her sculpted body glistening wet, stretched beneath Mitzi’s seated form. Her legs were parted slightly, arms splayed wide, and her hair fanned around her face like a halo of flame. Her lips were parted, her face soft with unconsciousness, and her abs—red, swollen, glistening—told the story of just how much she’d endured.

A fallen warrior, pinned beneath her destroyer.

Mitzi, still seated on her like it was a throne, casually rested her elbow on her thigh and watched the referee.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Matilda didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

"THREE!"

DING DING DING!

The bell rang to deafening cheers and gasps. Some were impressed. Others were shocked. But no one could deny it—Mitzi had destroyed the German powerhouse.

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Rianne Evans stood slowly, lips curled into a charming, devious grin. She gave a low whistle, tossing her lollipop stick aside.

"Bloody 'ell... she flattened 'er,"

Rianne muttered, eyes locked on Mitzi.

"Now that’s what I call an application. Proper ruthless. Knows 'ow to break a body down bit by bloody bit. I like that."

She turned and started toward the backstage entrance, boots clicking with each step.

"Time to pay this slacker a visit..."

she murmured with a smirk.

Satisfaction came easily after a win but this was something special. A prize fighter had not only beaten down a strong powerhouse of LAW she'd done it so impressively that she barely looked bruised. She had some marks on her body since Mailda was able to put up a fight, and she was sweating a little from the exertion, but compared to the way Matilda looked it was night and day. After the impact she sat there for a few seconds letting her music play, laying over Matilda's unconscious body, for the first time looking at peace and it was when she was right under Mitzi. After getting her hand raised while still sitting on her she finally sat up letting the crowd see Matilda's body even more while Mitzi walked off to celebrate basking in the crowd reactions, some boos but some cheers too, no matter what they couldn't deny that Mitzi earned this win and she impressed doing it. Mitzi would've started to leave when her phone went off in the corner, and she quickly went to check it, unlocking it to read the messages she got and smiled. Clients, just like she hoped her match would bring people saw what she was doing and loved it. In fact she was getting a contract offer right now...one that involved Matilda. Mitzi smirked and put the phone away before walking back to the unconscious redhead, making fans gasp wondering what else she was going to do to her opponent? Mitzi reached down and grabbed Matilda's waist slowly pulling her up and bringing her to her feet and then up and over so she was dripped over her shoulder.

"Matilda darling, you're about to make me so much more money. A good client is paying $1000 dollars for the price of a certain German belly getting throttled just a little longer. I hope you don't mind but our night isn't over yet, I get to hear more of those lovely sounds you make before I'm done with you. Let's go, this contract deserves a more private setting." Mitzi said, and with another impressive display of strength she was now carrying Matilda out over her shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. The move clearly took some effort which was obvious on Mitzi's face, but considering she had beaten her so badly Matilda couldn't resist only made it more impressive. She stepped out of the ring still carrying her and slowly walked out, letting the crowd see Matilda bounce in her conqueror's arms with no hope of rescue, for no one was brave enough to stand up to Mitzi after seeing what she did to her. Mitzi didn't confuse Matilda for one of her little punching bags like Matilda thought.....She was one of her punching bags, and the German Powerhouse was going to learn just how much pain Mitzi could inflict on her.

Matilda hung limply over Mitzi’s broad shoulder, her body a picture of beautiful ruin.

Her powerful, muscular frame—so often revered for its strength and presence—was now utterly slack, a testament to the merciless punishment she had endured. Her long, crimson hair tumbled down toward the floor, tangled and matted with sweat, clinging to her flushed face and bare shoulders. Her arms dangled lifelessly at Mitzi’s side, occasionally twitching with residual tremors from the final brutal impacts, while her long legs swayed softly with each step, thighs glistening under the lights.

Her chiseled abs, once the centerpiece of her dominance, were red and bruised, gently pulsing with each shallow breath she still drew. Her mouth hung open slightly, soft lips parted in unconscious surrender, the faintest whimper escaping her throat as her bare midsection bounced against Mitzi's shoulder.

The contrast was striking—the dominant figure of Mitzi, upright and self-assured, carrying the once-proud powerhouse like a trophy, while Matilda, stripped of all resistance, was nothing more than a warm, sweat-slick prize on display. Her hips shifted subtly with each bounce, the supple curve of her waist rolling against Mitzi's powerful grip as the slacker-turned-tormentor paraded her toward the back.

The audience watched and the last image burned into their minds: Matilda Schröder, the formidable German machine, reduced to a limp, breathy vision of defeat—dripping in sweat, her bruised belly swaying with each step, carried off like a toy by the woman who dismantled her.

And for some watching—like Rianne—it was art.