L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Time seems to slow as Ivan and Zoey hurtle towards each other, their momentum unstoppable. Their shocked expressions mirror one another as they realize the inevitable collision.

Then, in a split second, their lips meet in an abrupt, awkward kiss. Zoey's eyes fly wide open, while Ivan's eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. Both their faces flush bright red with mortification.

In the heat of the moment, a spark of audacity ignites within Ivan. As the shock of their impromptu kiss fades, he presses forward, slipping his tongue past Zoey's parted lips in a daring show of assertiveness.

However, Ivan's bold move swiftly turns into a dominant display of strength. Still holding Zoey close, he wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tightly in a crushing bear hug. Ivan's massive frame engulfs Zoey, pinning her against his chest as he lifts her off the ground, rendering her immobile beneath his unyielding hold.

Zoey was mortified, not only had she kissed him on the lips but the bastard had also forced his tongue into her mouth! Zoey was so preoccupied by the kiss she didn’t noticed the bear hug until Ivan started squeezing. Almost immediately pulling her head back away from the kiss, zoey began throwing punches at Ivan’s face trying to force him to break the hold while shouting “PERVERT!!!”

Ivan's grin turns feral as Zoey thrashes about, slapping and punching at his face. He simply absorbs the blows, unfazed by her attempts to escape or wound him, only sign of his reaction being simple winces and grunts.

"Fuck yeah, keep screamin'!" Ivan taunts with a wince, tightening his grip even further. He lifts Zoey higher, her feet dangling helplessly as he backs her up against the turnbuckle.

With a vicious chuckle, Ivan slams Zoey down onto the padded edge.

Zoey yelped in pain as Ivan rammed her into the turnbuckle. Gritting her teeth Zoey knew she had to get out of this bear hug before her poor endurance ran out. “Desperate times means desperate measures” zoey thought as she threw her head back as far as she could before slamming it onto Ivan’s nose hoping to break it or at the very least make him release the submission. If Ivan did let zoey go after a few seconds or recovery she will hop onto the top turnbuckle to perform a diving kick, if Ivan continued to persist with the bear hug after zoey will poke his eyes after a few seconds of reeling in pain from her headbutt.

Zoey's desperate plan seems to pay off initially, as Ivan's grip loosens momentarily in response to the agonizing pain shooting through his broken nose. Blood trickles from between his fingers as he releases his hold, giving Zoey just enough time to scramble away.

Having experience more than a fair share of injuries through his life, a broken nose is trivial for Ivan. His fingers clamped on the broken nose and pulls them back in place immediately before turning back to his opponent.

Zoey's reprieve is short-lived, as she hardly makes it two steps before Ivan recovers.

Just as Zoey starts to ascend the turnbuckle, ready to launch herself at Ivan, the man grabs her from behind to throw her on his shoulders into an overhead Bodyslam.

“Akkkk” zoey yelped as Ivan ripped her from the turnbuckle and slammed her onto the ground completely stopping her offensive before it even got started. As zoey lay on the mat she brainstormed “Ok punching and kicking had really worked so what has work on this guy?” Before remembering her groan attack on him at the start. Zoey decided to act like she was more hurt than she was, moaning and groaning while rubbing her back and while having a defeated look on her face along with tears. If Ivan made a attempt to strike zoey she would dodge and kick him in the groan if he attempted to grab her she would wait till he put both hands on her before either punching or kicking him in the throat depending on what area of her he grabbed.

Zoey's antics aren't lost on Ivan. His keen intuition senses that she's playing possum, using the ruse to lure him into a false sense of security. He lowers himself, looming over her prone form with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"You think crying and whining will save you, cat lady?" Ivan sneers, towering over Zoey. His rough hand grabs her hair, yanking her head back harshly as he pulls her up to her feet. "I've seen more convincing performances from own siblings."

Ivan flexes his grip, tugging Zoey's hair almost painfully as he prepares to strike. His other hand winds back, ready to unleash a vicious punch aimed squarely at her jawline.

As Ivan reared his fist back ready to land a uppercut to Zoey’s jaw a foot stomped on Ivan’s toes followed immediately by a fist hitting Ivan square in the throat while the other another hit his nose. While zoey’s acting hadn't fooled Ivan It had caused Ivan’s reckless nature to get the better of him. By pulling her up to her feet and going for a uppercut he had essentially given her time to form a plan of attack and the opportunity to use her advantage in speed to full effectiveness, it also hadn’t helped that Ivan kept one of his hands on zoey’s head therefore leaving him defenseless against any counter offense zoey launched as he prepared his uppercut.

Zoey's cunning deception pays off, catching Ivan entirely off guard. As his fist swings upward, Zoey seizes the opening, stomping brutally down on his exposed toes before doubling him over with a thunderous punch to the throat. Her follow-up strike to his shattered nose leaves him gasping, reeling from the onslaught.

Despite being stunned, Ivan's instincts compel him to keep his focus on Zoey, refusing to let her escape. But the brutal combination leaves him momentarily defenseless, both physically and mentally overwhelmed.

Dazed, Ivan stumbles backwards, arms flailing wildly as he struggles to regain his bearings.

Seeing Ivan stumble back from her assault Zoey tried to capitalize by performing a dropkick on Ivan looking to send him crashing down to the mat. If it hit but Ivan remained standing Zoey would follow up with a punch to Ivan’s knees, If it hit and he did crash down to the mat Zoey would drop a elbow on his groan.