L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Mizaki would have done anything, pride be damned, to just allow for a moment of rest upon that clenched arm. Karla had been holding it for less then tens of seconds, yet it was used as a launching pad for some outright sadism. First Karla had opted to damn near fracture the arm for the warmup, before then moving onto the ribs beneath Mizaki's chesty front. And now, she opted for the most vulnerable part of the chesty bluenette yet.

With a cry of pain as her other arm was gripped, Mizaki first thought her redheaded foe was now opting to unleash equal parts of torment on her other bicep.

If only.

Instead, Mizaki found that with both arms restrained, there was nothing to stop Karla's most brutal assault yet. That being a sharp foot being brought down square on Mizaki's head, in a manner that left her skull pinging off the canvas as if Karla had just prepped to dunk a basket. Naturally the arms followed as Karla released carelessly, with Mizaki's frame now motionless against the canvas. To the point where the official herself was swooping in, to decide whether now was the time to call things.

To crunch a skull against the ground, unmolested by the law or even hated for such violence. It was a lucid dream. And there she stands with a robust heart that pounded, fists so agitated they clenched to make sweat, fingernails dug into her palm to find hell, and her smile, so vivid, you’d think the skin should carve from ear-to-ear. The referee’s checks are met with a wide-eyed, exaggerated sigh. “She’s fine! Get out of my way, you’re blocking my spotlight!” She barked, then swiped her arm before herself and marched off towards the corner to step on the first turnbuckle, then the second and the third. She stood squatted on the zenith, where she faced the front row and its many ranks beyond. Her eyes kept towards her feet to juggle turning around without tumbling to ringside. Both legs rattled, her breath a mess as she shuffled bit-by-bit, but she came to face forward with folded legs. She stood, assured and brazen, jumped with one folded leg and her knee as the folded hammer that drew down, threatened to squash Mizaki’s chest with all her weight and hate.

Yet another pin attempt followed, should her attempt succeed. This time she’d seat Mizaki’s breasts, reach back and pull a leg until the foot pointed towards the lights.

The referee was reaching for the arm for the initial check, with her other hand going for Mizaki's cheek to turn her, before Karla interrupted her. Near enough pushed from the busty bluenette, her warning to Karla would go unheeded as the redhead swooped in for a pinfall attempt. A showy one at that, given Mizaki's massive bosom was squished to the point of nearly mushrooming out of her attire, underneath the redheads rear.

With her leg raised high, Mizaki began to stir as the referee swooped in, extending her arm not for Mizaki's own but to simply raise it high. With a single slap of her hand against the canvas, Mizaki was brought back to reality.

With the next one causing her to outright react, as the referee reached an easy two count with no resistance from the blunette at all.

Until her attempt for the third forced Mizaki's hands to push, shoving right at the thighs of the woman sat upon her to heave her off, and save her place in the match. For what purpose at this point, no-one knew.

She’d never have seated such a welcoming bust before.
Her hips wiggled to test its range motion; it felt as though she’d seated a miniature water bed. The referee’s check seemed all for naught, as knockout would not be the finish Karla wanted. If anything were to end, it would be by that hand that struck the mat once, then twice and then…

Her grin almost reached its apex, her head veered up at the lights, and she arched back. There was a high to be felt here, that same feeling when she pounded flesh with her fists or iron but now a culminating crescendo within that concert of violence, a climax. She was nearly there until two hands pushed on her thighs; her hips ran off, and Karla slipped forward onto her hands and knees, then peeked back through a mess of curtaining red hair, but still, one eye peeked through, gaping and twitching. Her smile froze shape as her teeth parted, and she huffed out, scoffed and moved onto one knee. Her arms extended both ways, and she looked towards the referee with ire as she combed some hair behind her ear.

“Really? You’re going to make me keep hitting her?!”

The question was rhetorical, mostly poised to shift the blame as Karla stood, coiled a leg back and lugged it towards Mizaki’s stomach.

“Come on! Do something!” She screamed, then reached to grab a handful of their hair. They were pulled into a sitting position, then taken from their back as Karla kneeled and wrapped an arm around their throat, the grip locked on her opposite bicep while that hand pressed forward on their head’s flank.

No-one knew why Mizaki bothered to continue, not even Mizaki herself. There had been rough starts, but this was something else. Karla wasn't just taking control, but rendering the bluenette incapable of taking it back. Back and forths were common in the world of wrestling, but today, Karla had planned ahead what with taking the wind out of Mizaki night constantly.

It'd be hard for one to retort when they couldn't breathe.

Flashing a look to the referee as she was forced into a sit up, Mizaki let loose another pained groan as Karla came for a vice around her head. Arms spasming out in front of her for a moment, it didn't take long for the breathless Mizaki to bring her grip to Karla's flexed bicep. In an attempt to pry at it every which way, with her feet kicking out infront of her as a means to try and endure the flexing.

Mizaki reminded her of her old teddy bear, big, soft, and enduring all forms of cruelty. It was loyal and still defiant even as she strangled their life. It was her first bodily canvas, and Mizaki would be another in her run, equipped with actual veins to choke, muscles to bruise, bones to threat and a brain to rattle, feel fear and panic. But unlike her teddy bear, this one could pull against her arms as they enveloped. Her hand latched onto her opposite bicep, though it slipped, slid down the arm and had to re-tighten.

“That’s it. Squirm…”

Just what were they fighting for? Spite? A dash of hope? Vengeance? It all seemed viable with how they talked, haughty and full of gusto, yet so brief. Maybe she could entertain it further, in a way. To see how long it takes until the glass cracks. So, she loosened her grip until it reduced the choke to a more firm hug, and she rose to her feet, hunched over, and pulled on Mizaki to see if she could force her stance. Her grip would unfurl, switch to grabbing handfuls of Mizaki’s hair and yanking it back, where she dropped to a knee and sought to bring Mizaki’s back right across it for a hair-whipped backbreaker.

Mizaki could have put some lively tugs into breaking free from Karla's embrace around her head, had she not been so utterly debilitated. But breathing itself was the only thing the bluenette could do right now - that and keep her eyes open. Anything else was simply out of reach.

That, and it felt as though had Mizaki even gasped out of line, Karla would have broken something else. Which only asked the question once more; why the hell did Mizaki even continue, when such fear was setting in?

Mizaki didn't have time to ask herself said questions, as Karla seemingly made something of a blunder after forcing her to her feet. Freedom? Was this intentional? Perhaps a setup to something more dastardly?

Mizaki was bang on the money with her last guess, given that before she could even turn around to plant a gaze on Karla, she was coming back down to earth through her hair no less. Though her head wouldn't be the first thing to hit the canvas. Nay, no part of her would hit the canvas in fact, as Karla offered her a knee.

"HGHHH..!" Her gigantic bust nearly doubled in size given where the force was pushing through, arching Mizaki nigh perfectly with her arms draped back! The knee had found its mark and then some as Mizaki went limp; only after briefly spasming from the agony brought right to her spine!

She was a predator that played with her food, met with prey who knew nothing but stubbornness. What commendation did that deserve? A tap on the back? Mercy? Nay, the only way to treat such a magnificent creature is to test their limits. They were like a gift, something to enjoy and savour. Winning wouldn't feel right until something wavered or broke. For that, the war waged on—the struggle against her arms as their frontline. Strain wrought against her biceps, pried, tore, but with Mizaki pulled up, the question of control wasn't yet contested. Her position from behind made the tug easy, yanked and speared by a jutted knee. The larger girl made a lovely bridge that any sadist could appreciate.

She took her elbow and stabbed it against their belly, then reached for fistfuls of Mizaki's hair, where she'd pull up, smile and cackle. "You sound like a hideous song bird! Hahaha"

Should the grip be established, Karla reaped the hold for all its worth. One yank to bring collision, the top of her forehead to pound their gaze and sound like a hand slapping water.

Mizaki's wild flailings damn near made the bluenette look pathetic. She had yet to establish herself by any means in the match thus far, and Karla didn't look to slow things down. If anything she was growing all the more intense, with apparently an attempt to turn the busty beauty bald in the meantime.

A hard stab into the gut later would see Mizaki nearly splutter onto the canvas before her, with her hands still to her hair in a vain attempt to part it from the redheads grip. A posture Karla would take advantage of, what with Mizaki's hands being so high, as she again yanked the bluenettes locks just as the referee began to lose patience. Not that the official's calls for a release of those strands mattered.

Not when Karla's head met Mizaki's own, for a brutal collision that briefly made Mizaki roll her eyes. Though the limpness her frame suffered straight after would be much less than brief...

The headbutt made her brain pop, and it throbbed from its inner walls as pressure mustered ten times against her skull. She hissed, grabbed her forehead and stood, "Right… Those aren't pleasant." Her head shook, and she postured a foot on the flank of Mizaki's hip, the second on their chest as if to swallow them with her shadow. "But it's no comparison to what you felt. Now, let's see…."

She stuck the tip of her index in her mouth, licked it, pulled it out and raised it above her head. "Mm… The winds tell me this is about over." She started and threw her hands up in a shrug, "If you can't entertain me, then you're just a big-breasted welcome mat. You'd be more useful knocked out, so let's remedy that…."

A hand reached to clutch their hair, pull up once more to try and make them stand, then pivot on her ankle to face forward with them. An arm would go over their face, hook, so her fist nested against her own ribcage. She'd arch them back, then a knee pushed into their spine, trying to bridge them more before she leaped and came down to see their crown eat canvas and suffer a Blackout!