L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Ace didn't move from his spot. Not even to roll over. That impact from the Electric Drop had done more than knock the air out of him, it knocked him completely loopy, seeing spots and stars in his vision that refused to go away despite how much his blinked. He could hear the throbbing, beating pulse of his heartbeat, tasted bile in his throat, and his head buzzed like it was filled with insects. Was this what a concussion felt like? He'd never had one before, wasn't sure of the difference.

His breathing came in long, gasping, wheezes, his throat feeling stuck, like the air was choked on something and he could barely get any breath in or out of his body, his legs, once folded over his head, felt heavy and limp, like noodles more than limbs, like he had no current control over them as they were folded over his body, Angela moving between them and the referee dropping down and slapping the mat for the pin, to the sighs of a relieved crowd who were certain that things for the young teen were finally over, getting the squash they thought they would get.

"2!..."

The ref girl counted, Ace blinking wearily as he wheezed again. He was done. He knew it, Dizzy knew it, Angela certainly knew it, the crowd knew it.

He was finished.

"Thr-"

He kicked out. He had no idea how. Pure instinct, one last burst of energy, maybe Sister Lucia backstage found him cute and prayed for his divine invention. Regardless, some way, some how, he bucked his hips and threw his shoulder up, kicking out of the folding pin and rolling over to his front, where he continued to lay still, lacking the strength to even get to his feet, the crowd gasping in surprise, shock, and more than a little concern as it seemed the match would continue!

At ringside, Dizzy breathed a sigh of relief as she watched her mother go in for the pin. While she wasn’t super crazy about Ace, at least not in the same way she kind of sensed he was for her, she didn’t have anything against the guy. He seemed nice enough - a bit of a goofball, but most male wrestlers were, in her experience. Nice enough. She didn’t take any pleasure watching him get pounded like a rail spike, so she wanted the suffering to be over.

And it would be. In 3, 2…

”Dannazione.”

Well, he kicked out. So much for that. Dizzy could see the expression on her mother’s face, a mixture of irritation and appreciation. She always did love it when someone gave her a real fight, appealed to her with a sense of honor, and showed promise in the next generation. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t wreck his shit, though.

With her head still between his legs, her mother planted her feet on the mat, gritted her teeth, and stood up, lifting him with her in one powerful motion. She stood up, raising to her tiptoes, grabbed him by the waist, and hoisted him to reach the maximum height, bringing up him up to a frightening, sickening height. A second she was passed, then another, as if she were summoning all the power her body could muster.

Without warning, Angela jerked forward and brought him crashing to the mat, hammering him into the canvas with her finishing maneuver, the devastating Last Dance. She held onto him afterward, ensuring his body didn’t bounce away, and moved over to grab his leg and lean in for the pinfall. It was probably a given at this point, but the procedure had to be followed.

Ace was finished.

He had no idea how he had kicked out of that last move...but it took all he had to do so, and it was clear, as Angela forced him up with ease, that he was done for, with no resistance left to offer her.

This was just the exclamation point, one final blow to cement on Aces brain that he never should have accepted this match, that he was nowhere near ready for this level of competition, and that if he was smart and valued his health, he'd never be dumb enough to again step in the ring with LA Donna Perfetta.

He hung in the air as she pulled on his leotard, unintentionally jamming the back up his pale butt for a wedgie.

He was up high. Too high. Higher than he'd ever leaped off the top rope, blurry vision only just able to make out the concerned looking crowd, before feeling her tug him down.

The drop was quick, a terrifying pull and rush of gravity, the wind whipping through his blonde hair, then with a sickening sound of raw meat falling onto the floor, the back of Aces head smacked onto the mat, followed by the rest of him, hitting the mat with such impact that part of the wood under the ring audibly cracked as he was powerbombed into oblivion.

Knocked completely unconscious by the blow, eyes rolled up to the back of his head, Ace gave no reaction or protest as Angela pinned him after, his small body starting to convulse underneath hers as she hooked his leg and the referee, looking relieved, went for the count.

"1!..."

"2!..."

"3!..."

With that, mercifully for the KOed Ace, it was over. His destruction was complete, and he learned a valuable lesson in the process.

...One does not simply fuck around with Angela Belti.

Angela Belti wins via Pinfall