L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Ishtar could plainly see that Honoka was was no match for her. It was something plainly shown in practically everything between them. The most extreme difference was posture, and how they carried themselves. Ishtar walked confidently and elegantly towards Ishtar to finish the fight, who was stumbling around so shakily that it was hard to believe that she could keep herself off the ground at all.

And yet, something wildly strange and unexpected happened after Ishtar took up a position behind Honoka. As the Russian was wrapping her arms around her opponent's neck to finally end the match, Honoka reached up, grabbed Ishtar's arms, and yanked her down. Dragging Ishtar's chin into the top of Honoka's head.

"MMMNH!" Ishtar tried out in muffled shock and pain, with a hand over her mouth. "What?!" Ishtar finally cried out clearly once the impact had already put her on her ass. Ishtar was caught completely off guard by what Honoka had just pulled, but quickly got up pissed.

Screw mercy, screw being nice about it, Ishtar was going to put 100% into ending this. Honoka's stunt had left the lightweight on the ground, struggling to get back up due to how dazed she was. Once Ishtar was back to her feel, she would run at Ishtar and reel back for a massive kick to her head. If it didn't KO Honoka on the spot, it would send her flying to the ground.

Regardless of whether she was still awake or not, Ishtar would scoop Honoka off of the ground and lock her into Crackle, which was Ishtar's version of a no holds-barred bearhug. One that would immobilize Honoka by pinning her arms against her side. Ishtar would then squeeze, and squeeze, and keep on squeezing until Honoka gave up or the ref intervened. Ishtar was leaving no room for doubt in the end of the match this time.

In Honoka's mind it was the start to a great comeback. She'd stun the giant, then go about tripping her up before mounting her for an array of deadly assaults and manoeuvres. She was still in this!

Only, by the time the pinkette had even gotten to all fours to reach for Ishtar's legs, the bigger gal was rearing one right at her. It would have been the perfect moment for Honoka to catch one - had she at all been expecting it. But no!

Instead of being effortlessly blocked by Honoka's outstretched hand, it would be Honoka's head that played the part of landing pad. Spit near kicked out of the pinkettes skull, her frame was lifeless and then some as Ishtar shot in - her fury fuelling her even more than it had thus far. Hoisted up with her lightweight frame providing no hinderance to a furious, powerful Russian, by the time Ishtar's arms began to flex around her frame Honoka offered no resistance. And in no less undramatic fashion at that.

For the flexing of biceps around Honoka's lower back and waistline had made the pinkette arch rather cleanly. With her large bust to the sky and her arms drooping back over Ishtar's own, it was hard to say whether she was even conscious from the kick never mind the compressions to her tiny frame. All the same, the referee was quick to notice even as Honoka's frame spasmed in the state it was in - with the official both calling for the end of the match and a release of the hold in tandem!

With the bell ringing out, just as the referee called for Ishtar's arms to unbind on the nigh broken pinkette!

Ishtar set out to make sure that Honoka's burst was not a second wind, and would be nothing more than a last gasp before the Russian but the battered lightweight down for the count. Ishtar's kick was like a steel crowbar to Honoka's head, sending the pink haired girl flying limp through the air before landing back on the mat.

Now Ishtar would've probably been able to realize that using one of her signature finishing moves in Crackle was definitely overkill had she been in a more peaceful state of mind. But after she had been stung hard in the jaw by Honoka's counter, her only aim was to make sure that there was no way this match couldn't end with her next attack.

And Ishtar would most definitely achieve that goal. The bearhug bent Honoka in half at her back and left her immobile save for muscle spasms that Ishtar was nearly able to shut down through sheer strength. But, it wasn't long before the referee stepped in and officially declared Ishtar the victor of a match that had been won for a long time.

Having finally ended the match, Ishtar's anger subsided, and she became calm once more. She laid Honoka down gently onto to the mat, and whispered into her ear, uncertain if Honoka could actually hear her, "Sorry, but you've got to know when to quit." Then if nothing interrupted her, Ishtar would leave the ring.

Winner by ref stoppage/KO: Ishtar Vasiliev