L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It was just not Jacob's day. No matter how much he tapped verbally or physically, the spiky haired Brit was simply not going to let him off until she felt that he had enough. Laying on the bench, Marissa would torture the male wrestler by crushing his head in a painful standing headscissor submission which was aggravated when she leaned onto him, pressing her palms against his lower back for more leverage and support. After submitting some more, Marissa would ignore his pleas and continue to flex her thighs over and over again.

At this point, Jacob had lost the will to struggle or even tap out and would simply lay there to take his punishment. "Uuughhh......aghhhh" he moaned, drool escaping his lips as his body was exhausted and drenched in sweat (his own and Marissa's). The Brit would stand up straight now but her thighs continued to let up for a moment before squeezing hard.

She gave him a moment of rest before continuing the torture. The Perfect Storm laid there on the bench, taking in the punishment until he was close to passing out...

At long last it seemed, Jacob's torture was at an end. With one last powerful squeeze that near enough made his cheeks pop, Jacob would find Marissa's legs coming from his head as she stepped back. To observe the damage she had done, and bask in the view of utterly dominating this mouthy male! One she had only a brief encounter with, but one she had deserved worthy of a beat down all the same!

"I hope...You take this as a lesson, you weakling..." She'd pant, exerting herself more so than any cardio workout, given the strength she had put into each and every hold on her target. With that, she'd stand for a few moments whilst catching her breath. All the whilst Jacob would be given chance to gaze at her sheening form, whilst no doubt attempting to refill his own lungs. Before he'd bare witness to the Brit simply opting to turn and leave, as if what transpired was nothing at all!

Jacob was left a broken and sweaty mess, their first encounter was a brief one but one which ended up in Marissa being ever so slightly humiliated. Jacob had left the scuffle, hurrying back to the men's locker room not expecting Marissa to find her way into the men's locker room to chase after him. She waited on most of them to leave, when she found Jacob ready to hit the showers she would attack to leave him breathless, sweaty and begging for mercy.

With the one squeeze putting him out cold, the Brit would finally let go after a power squeeze before stepping back to watch the male in pain. He was not getting up, his body was reddened, glistening and he was simply motionless while flopped onto his belly. The male wrestler would simply choose to swallow his ego, watching Marissa get the last laugh before turning and leave.

This was a evening in the gym that Jacob was not going to forget easily...