L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Reagan was utterly DOMINATING Akemi, putting on a display of high-speed violence and physicality as the short young woman blitzed her foe over and over, seemingly unable to slow down as she just kept pushing and pushing, wanting to outpace her more experienced opponent with a volley of blows that she wouldn't have the time to recover from. Following that Body Splash, Reagan managed to NAIL Akemi right across the neck and jaw with her Lariat, her arm crashing against Akemi's jaw, sending her careening to the canvas with a stiff -THUD- but now, the action in the ring remained silent, blanketed by the roaring approval of the crowd as Reagan took a second to catch her breath before sliding in close and attempting to hook Akemi's leg, mounting atop her body before an arm slid around one of her thighs, the back of her knee cupped in Reagan's hand as the referee made the count-!!!


"1...!!!"

"2...!!!"

“...TWO—!!”

At the very last instant, Akemi’s body jerked.

Her shoulder barely lifted off the mat, the kickout weak but undeniable...

Akemi rolled slightly onto her side afterward, coughing hard as one arm instinctively wrapped around her ribs and chest. Her breathing was ragged now, every inhale visibly painful after the relentless barrage she’d endured.

The lariat had clearly rocked her badly.
Her eyes were unfocused for a moment.
Her reactions slower than before.

Even though she survived the pin… Akemi was still down on the canvas and dangerously vulnerable, with Reagan still looming over her and momentum fully in the younger woman’s favor.

A kick out...but it didn't deter Reagan. She still felt confident enough to finish Akemi off. If one thing didn't work, move on to the next immediately. For a woman like Akemi, Reagan couldn't afford to let her breathe or mount a counter-offensive. A veteran like her was dangerous when given any sort of leeway, and Reagan already learned what Akemi was capable of early on. She'd be damned if she allowed the older Japanese woman to mount that miraculous comeback.

With that in mind, Reagan grabbed Akemi by the hair, dragging her to her feet in an effort to muscle her up for a quick Gourdbuster, which she'd follow with an immediate Crossface. At this point, Reagan was trying to wear the veteran down and force her into a deeper state of submission. Even if she couldn't make Akemi tap out, she'd sure as hell wear that body of hers down, rendering her incapable of kicking out in the future. Of course, all this exertion means that Reagan would be running out of adrenaline soon, so she had to try and finish her older opponent off before then. The clock was ticking, and all eyes were on the pair of hard-hitting women locked deep into a gritty clash right there in the center of the ring!!!

Spoiler

Akemi barely had a moment to recover before Reagan hauled her upward by the hair, the veteran still visibly dazed from the lariat. Her legs betrayed her balance for a split second—more than enough time for Reagan to capitalize.

With a sharp lift and drop—

THUD!!

Akemi’s stomach and chest bounced from the Gourdbuster, a strained gasp ripping from her lips before she collapsed forward onto the canvas. But Reagan didn’t stop there. In one swift motion, she trapped Akemi into a tight Crossface, wrenching her head and neck backward while cranking hard on the hold.

"AAAHHHHHNNNN--!"

A rare cry of pain escaped Akemi as the pressure surged through her shoulders and spine. Her fingers clawed desperately at Reagan’s grip, boots scraping against the mat as she tried to alleviate the torque twisting her neck.

The veteran’s composure was cracking now.
Her face tightened in agony.
Breathing uneven.
Body trembling under the strain.

Still… she refused to tap.

Akemi grit her teeth hard enough for the muscles in her jaw to twitch, fighting through the pain inch by inch as she searched blindly for any form of escape while Reagan continued grinding her down in the center of the ring!