L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Casey chuckled slightly at Hortensia's remark, not sure what the trainee could do that would really finish her off if Casey wasn't giving up to the armbar, which she refused to.

Casey watched as Hortensia dropped the armbaf, crossed her leg over the redhead's body and sat back for a moment, stuffing Casey's face up her butt as she sat back, then Casey felt the girl put her hands on her neck, and move them behind, under her head, at which point the athletic trainee stood up, pulling Casey up with her, holding her face to her butt as Hortensia's thighs locked round the back of the poor wrestlers skull as Hortensia grabbed her hands with her own! Tightly holding them and squeezing to stop her from tapping out.

Casey hung from behind Hortensia between her legs, nose rammed deep as the Hortensia put a little squeeze on.

" Mmphhh .. " Casey mumbled, blushing at the particularly cruel reverse headscissors as she squirmed and struggled, but kneeling like this and held in place she couldn't do anything!

All Casey could see was Hortensia's behind and back as her face was smushed and her neck and head cracked and squeezed, Casey held in place as she could smell and taste the trainees sweaty bottom.

Domination. Pure domination. Casey was already a pro wrestler in LAW, and Hortensia had her in a position where there was absolutely nothing she could do. All the pinkette had to do was keep squeezing and wait. "Remember, you better not say anything about this beaing a fluke or not serious," Hortensia said. "Then again, you won't really be able to, haha!"

Casey felt her face squashed deeper up into Hortensia's butt cheeks, as she was strangled by those legs round her neck, and any breaths she did try to get would be noting but pure ass, while the Spandex clad pinkette simply sat her weight down a little like she was sitting on Casey in a squat while she warned Casey about not taking this win that was clearly coming for Hortensia seriously.

" Mmphhh... " Casey mumbled in response, unable to speak as she was butt crushed and slowly had the life squeezed out of her in a grueling cruel reverse headscissors.

Casey felt herself feeling more oxygen deprived, as she felt the oppressive future lightweights bottom just absolutely eat up Casey's face like a wedgie. Casey couldn't help but whimper and groan as her face was rammed so tight the stink, heat and moistness of the girl's backside devastated Casey in conjunction with the vitality dreaming squeeze of her neck and skull.

Casey tried to pull her hands free, but she was much to weak as she had no choice but to accept humiliating butt smooching defeat and the slow knockout that would eventually come. Casey continued smelling and tasting ass while her oxygen slowly depreciated, blushing as she didn't just lose to Casey, she was annihilated by the most humiliating hold she could think of, beaten the same exact jobber befitting way twice by the trainee within maybe 7 or minutes.

Hortensia kinda started to come down a bit as her second round of domination neared its conclusion. She felt like she wasn't really satisfied. "Hey, Ivy," she called. "Are you sure this is, you know, the right person? I can't help but feel like I'm not fighting an actual pro here. Like somebody just showed up here saying they were Casey to spar with me."

"I. . . well, if it is an imposter, the did an excellent job of copying the appearance," Ivy answered. "She matches the picture I had of her to a 't,' though I agree that her performance has been underwhelming." Ivy would notice when Casey went unconscious before Hortensia did and spoke up, "She's out, Hortensia. Let her go."

"Hm? Oh, she is," Hortensia said before unceremoniously uncrossing her legs. "Well, guess I enjoyed it, even if this wasn't as productive as we hoped. Let's go get lunch."