L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Landing a Kamigoye always felt good, but there was something especially satisfying about doing it while her opponent was in the middle of yet another smart-ass remark. Bengal smirked as Dolly's body went limp, pitching forward into her arms. She stroked her opponent's rosy hair, almost tenderly, watching the other woman's eyes roll around in their sockets like tumbling dice. "You're a lot cuter," she whispered into her enemy's ear, her breath hot on her neck, "When you keep your mouth shut!"

Dolly's only reply was a slight twitch, followed by another breathy gasp. The Ragdoll Royalty clearly needed some time to recover, but she wasn't about to get that mercy from Bengal. Instead, the Tiger twisted around behind her opponent, securing her neck in a sleeper hold as she constricted the other woman's midsection with her legs. The pair lay on their sides, pressed together like lovers. Dolly's face began to redden as Bengal tightened her grip, flexing her lithe arms, while her heels dug cruelly into the rookie's vulnerable ribs. While it might not be a "smother" in the traditional sense, the sleeper was undeniably effective. Trapped in Bengal's suffocating grasp, Dolly had only a few seconds of consciousness remaining. The question now was, how would she use them?

Dolly’s world had shrunk to the sensation of crushing pressure and the muffled roar of the crowd. Bengal’s arms were like coiled steel around her throat, her legs squeezing the air from her lungs with terrifying precision. The Ragdoll Royalty could feel her consciousness slipping. Her pride wouldn’t let her go out silent, not when Bengal had just whispered sweet venom in her ear. As her face flushed deeper crimson, Dolly summoned what little strength she had left. Her fingers scrabbled blindly at Bengal’s arm at first, but when they found the crook of her elbow, Dolly bit down hard.

With a grunt, Dolly twisted her hips and bridged backward, angling her legs toward the ropes. Dolly’s slipperiness was working in her favor now. Using her flexibility, she swung one leg up and over behind her, hooking it around the bottom rope! The ref was right there. “Rope break! One! Two!” Bengal had to release—or risk disqualification.

Bengal yelped with pain as Dolly bit down on the tender skin on the inside of her elbow. "OooOOWOWOW! Nasty bitch!" It was perhaps hypocritical of the Tiger to get so worked up here, since she had a history of biting opponents herself. Being on the receiving end, however, wasn't nearly so enjoyable. Her hold weakened, and the other woman seized the opportunity, swinging her leg over the bottom rope.

Bengal's stream of crude insults toward Dolly turned into a wordless hiss of frustration, as the referee began counting for a rope break. She kept the sleeper locked in until the last possible moment, but it wasn't enough to put her opponent away. The Tiger's arms sprang apart, just as the official was preparing to declare a disqualification. Rolling her eyes at the referee's attempts to admonish her, Bengal shoved Dolly rudely away, trying to push her as far from the ropes as possible.

The Tiger got to her feet, rubbing the inside of her elbow, teeth clenched with rage. She wanted to show Dolly what a real bite felt like, but that wasn't a good idea right now, not with the ref watching her so intently. She had something else in mind instead. She took a few steps backward, then dashed forward, eyes filled with murderous intent. As she reached her fallen opponent, Bengal sprang up and kicked both her legs out like a cheerleader, aiming to crush Dolly's chest beneath her rear as she came plummeting down into a Banzai Drop!