L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Rose was a spitfire. Raging and desperate, struggling against the arms of Lynn's larger sister. A position she wouldn't necessarily mind, had it been in a more official capacity. However, it was clear that this was -not- a contest. Joy intended to save her sister from losing clean. And Lynn intended to hurt Rose. 'For taking advantage of her heart' Chimed a familiar and frustrating voice.

Rose was about to argue, internally and externally, before she felt one of her wild kicks get caught. She had a moment, a flicker, to acknowledge what was about to happen.

"No! Don-" Her words were cut off. Her will to plead replaced by molten hot pain in her knee. Her voice cut out in a gasp before she could even scream as Lynn's boot buried itself into her undefended tummy.

She was dropped on command. Discarded. She fell to her hands and knees. Her hair hung over her face as she coughed, desperately trying to reboot her respiratory system. Spittle falling from her mouth. She was defenseless and Lynn intended to take advantage of her. Lynn weaved her pale limbs through Rose's own. From the turtle position, it was even easier than expected.

She rolled then. Rose was suspended above her former rival. From the position she could see the Titantron. She could see Joy standing disinterested in the corner, dismissing her little sister's indulgences. She could see Lynn's desire to humiliate her. But worst of all. She could see herself. Her ankles being pulled apart by Lynn's outstretched legs. Her thighs screamed as they were being stretched to their limits. She was limber. It wasn't the pain.

Her breasts shamelessly bunched up below her chin. Her nipples barely covered by the window that formerly showcased her cleavage. She could see her most secret place on full display. The stretch pulling the tiny article of clothing guarding her modesty flush against her. They looked more like body paint than hot-pants. Wet from arousal, the damp fabric concealing only what was most central. Not even covering all of her, not while she was being stretched like this. She was on full-display.

"Nooooo! STOP!" She pleaded through the pain. Her hands tapping fruitlessly against Lynn's belly.

Her pussy was on full-display.

Spoiler

"THIS IS EMBARASSING! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

“Oh?” Lynn smirked as she wrenched the hold even tighter. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want all those Rose Gold supporters out there to see what they’re supporting?” She asked with an evil giggle.

“Ok sis! We’re done here..” She yelled as her sister looked up from her phone she had been tapping away on.

“Well if you INSIST...” She said with an exaggerated huff as an evil grin replaced her previously apathetic expression.

Joy came at a run before leaping into the air and going for a flying knee right into Roses most sensitive area. After this landed Lynn would release her from the hold as Joy would take her leave with a wave.

“I’ve done quite enough for you dear sister so if you would meet me in the car when your done that would be swell.” She said waving cheerfully to the booing crowd as she slid under the bottom rope and out of the ring. She paused at the edge for a moment.

“I do trust this won’t happen again right Lynn. I saw how you looked at her. What kept you from finishing the job. If you have feeli-“ She began before Lynn stopped her with a dismissive wave. “It won’t happen again..”

“Fine. Whatever you say sister dear.” Joy said with a shrug as she walked up the ramp, and out of the arena.
Lynn watched her go before turning to the hapless Rose. She pulled her up by her hair until they were chest to chest.

“ Everything I just did was for my sister and the cameras.” She whispered before pulling Rose into a deep, gentle kiss before pulling away slightly.
If someone were paying attention they might have even seen the tear that rolled down her cheek. “That was for me..” She whispered softly.

Her eyes held Roses for as long as they could.
They were soft and gentle, and for a moment the ice queen seemed to melt in a way only Rose had the privilege to be close enough to see.

Then those eyes narrowed as Lynn twisted back and hit Rose right in the nose as hard as she could.

“And that’s for fucking with me!” She said practically seething with rage.

“If you ever get in the ring with me again your dead!” She spat angrily as she turned on her heel and took her leave as well taking the same exit her sister had.


She pulled out her phone on her way to the locker room to change. She swiped through different pictures she had taken that day. What Naniko made her for lunch, a jacket she wanted to get....

She paused as she found the one she was looking for.. It was Kelsea walking up to her when they met backstage. Lynn traced the big, warm smile she had on with her fingers.

She smiled wiping something that was obviously dirt or sweat from her eye as she entered the locker room and the door closed behind her.

She would see Rose Gold again, and when she did things were going to turn out a lot different.

Her cheeks flush with embarassment and pain. Her supple form put on display in dominating fashion. Her former arousal clear and making things even more visible.

As Lynn stretched her thighs again she was confident her flower was going to give. She tapped again. And again. And then sweet relief. The stretching stopped. Rose panted pathetically. Her eyes were unfocused and her mouth hung open. She had of course been the subject of a rather terrible beating.

She hadn't even noticed Joy taking off for her goodbye kiss. Joy's knee crashed into Rose completely undefended. She felt the exposed petals of her flower smash against her pubic bone. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a soundless, gasping scream as she was finally released from her prison.

Her hands instinctively pawed at her wounded womanhood. It had been exposed, stretched, and smashed. It was not the sort of attention she'd intended it to receive.

Lynn approached her once more and pulled her up by her hair. Rose was a shell of a competitor. Her hands never left her punished petals. Guarding against future assault while also continuing to soothe it. She was practically unresponsive to Lynn's kiss. Her lips unconsciously parted. Somewhere in her heart she knew that this was a pleasure she wished to indulge in, that would steal her away from the pain. She moaned into the kiss. It was unclear whether it was from the beating or the allure.

But then the final blow came. A strike to her face that left her spread across the mat, face down. It had been the last straw. And so she lay knocked unconscious by the last in a series of brutal, cruel, undefended attacks. Face down on the mat with her ass alluringly, yet gracelessly in the air.

This was not how she expected to win.

Winner: Rose Gold via Disqualification