L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Christina had been leaning back into the arm stretch when the shift came suddenly.

Alizeh twisted beneath her, forcing Christina’s planted boot to slide off her shoulder. The brief loss of balance was all the opening the Emerald Storm needed. Her legs snapped up, hooking Christina’s leg and yanking hard—

The Fighting Filipina crashed down to the mat.

Before Christina could react, Alizeh’s hips turned sharply and her legs cinched tight around Christina’s trapped limb. Her grip clamped onto the foot and twisted.

“Ahh—!”

Christina’s body jolted as the kneebar and ankle lock combination wrenched her leg in two directions at once. Her knee was forced painfully straight while her ankle twisted outward, sending a sharp bolt of pain shooting up through her calf and into her thigh.

She clenched her teeth hard, one hand instinctively grabbing at Alizeh’s shin as she tried to relieve the pressure.

“Damn it—!”

The torque increased as Alizeh pulled back.

Christina’s back arched off the canvas for a moment, a strained groan escaping her as the pressure threatened to hyperextend her knee. She kicked with her free leg, twisting her hips, trying to shift the angle.

The hold was tight. Painfully tight.

But Christina refused to stay trapped.

Using her core, she rolled her body toward the pressure instead of away from it, turning her hips sharply and prying her leg free just enough to slip her foot loose from Alizeh’s grip. The moment the ankle came free, she pulled the leg back quickly and rolled away.

Christina pushed herself up onto her hands and one knee, breathing heavier now.

But when she tried to stand—

Her leg buckled slightly.

The damage from the hold lingered, a sharp sting running through her knee as she forced herself upright. She shook the leg once, trying to walk it off, but the momentary weakness slowed her just enough—

Leaving an opening for Alizeh to capitalize!

Managing to lock the leg submissions in tight against Christina and setting herself up to amplify the damage as much as possible with little risk to herself Alizeh felt she was sitting pretty.

Whether Christina found a way to escape or managed to make for a rope break didn't matter cause either would take time, and in that time the damage Alizeh could do with her holds was lasting. Not that she was trying to injure Christina mind you, but just as the Fighting Fillipina had found a target in Alizeh's arm the green haired girl now sought a similar target in Christina's leg, aiming to use it as her golden ticket to achieve victory.

Sure enough after a few minutes Christina would manage to roll over, prying her foot loose of Alizeh's grip and getting enough of an angle to get her leg free all together to escape her hold all together! Rolling backwards to her feet Alizeh would confidently get back to her feet, watching as Christina tried to do the same, key word being tried.

But that leg was clearly giving her some trouble and she was faltering as she stood and unfortunately Alizeh wasn't so nice to let Christina off easily. Breaking into a spring Alizeh would have her arm raised as if for a clothesline, trying to trick Christina in case she looked up to get her guard high. Regardless if Christina noticed her coming in or not though Alizeh would jump up and extend her legs out... Aiming specifically at Christina's leg that she had just targeted with a low dropkick!

Christina tried to steady herself, planting her weight down—but the damage was already there.

Before she could fully recover—

THUD!

Alizeh’s low dropkick connected flush with her weakened leg, knocking it out from under her. Christina dropped hard to the mat, catching herself on her hands as her knee buckled beneath her.

A sharp breath escaped her as she instinctively reached for the leg, frustration flashing across her face.

She tried to push up—but the hesitation was there now.

For the first time in the match, Christina was grounded—

—and Alizeh had control.

Landing a solid drop kick to Christina's leg Alizeh would roll backwards away from her opponent and onto her knees, pushing up a bit as she did so to take stock of the current situation and how Christina was taking the blow.

Which it seemed clear that she wasn't doing well. Smirking slightly at the downed woman Alizeh could tell she was hurting and she fully intended to press her advantage.

Rushing in towards her downed foe Alizeh would get in behind the brunette, arms circling her waist as Alizeh would then pull back, aiming to try and get Christina up and off the mat before throwing her backwards for a German suplex!

Christina barely had time to react before Alizeh slipped in behind her, arms locking tight around her waist.

Her eyes widened—

Then she was lifted.

Alizeh arched back with power, hauling Christina off the mat and throwing her overhead—

THUD!

The German suplex landed clean!

Christina’s upper back and shoulders slammed hard into the canvas, her body folding on impact before bouncing slightly from the force. The ring shook beneath her as the crowd erupted.

“Ghh—!”

A sharp gasp tore from her as she rolled onto her side, then onto her back, instinctively curling up. Both hands shot to the back of her neck, clutching tightly as pain radiated down her spine.

Her legs kicked against the mat, boots thudding lightly as her body tried to process the impact. Her jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut for a moment as she drew in a shaky breath.

The damage was stacking now—

Arm… leg… and now her back...