L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

People had told Esther - more than once, actually - that the way she said things or the way she acted around people could get her into trouble. But it never stuck. She was just being fun. Flirty. Nice. Maybe a little demanding and need, but some people had told her it was endearing. That's how it sounded in her head, anyway. She was just trying to have a good time, make things interesting. What was wrong with that? It didn't much occur to her - never really had - that telling someone she could've stayed sitting on their face all night, in the middle of a ring, with a huge crowd watching, while they were struggling to breathe, might strike the wrong chord with that person.

Maybe that was why this kept happening to her.

Julianne's weight settled onto her stomach, grinding side to side with vindictive enthusiasm. Esther's hands shoved weakly at the Peacock's hips, trying to create some space, some relief, but Julianne wasn't budging. Not yet. And Esther couldn't breathe to fight her any better. When the grinding stopped and Julianne finally stood up, Esther's first instinct was to curl onto her side, arms wrapping protectively around her abused midsection. Her diaphragm felt like it had been flattened into a pancake, and every attempt to pull in a full breath sent sharp little pangs through her core. But she didn't get far.

Julianne's hand clamped onto her head and yanked.

"Ow! Ow ow ow-!"

The angle was all wrong. Esther's neck twisted awkwardly as she was hauled upward, her hands instinctively flying up to grab at Julianne's wrist. The pull forced her into an uncomfortable crouch first, then dragged her the rest of the way to her feet, her legs wobbling beneath her as she tried to get her bearings. Her stomach still ached from the hip attack, her lungs still burned from lack of air, and now her neck was screaming at her too.

She barely had time to register being vertical before Julianne's knee slammed into the same spot on her midsection that had just been crushed by the Peacock's ass.

"GHHK-!"

The sound that came out of Esther was somewhere between a cough and a wheeze, all the air she'd managed to scrape together exploding out of her in one brutal exhalation. Her body folded forward involuntarily, her torso doubling over Julianne's knee as her arms clutched desperately at her stomach. Her legs went weak, her brain went fuzzy, and all she could think was a chorus of "no"s.

Julianne's arm wrapped around her neck like a vice, pulling her down and trapping her head against the smaller woman's side. Esther's vision swam as she stared down the length of Julianne's body, seeing the mat below, seeing her own boots barely holding her weight. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps - or tried to, anyway, with her throat compressed and her stomach on fire. A little whine came out, tinged with fear.

Julianne dropped.

Esther's world flipped upside-down in a nauseating blur of motion. Gravity took over with merciless efficiency, and the top of her head slammed into the mat with a sickening thud. The impact jolted through her skull, down her spine, rattling every bone in her body, and her vision went black for a moment.

Esther was, unfortunately, good enough of a wrestler to have put herself in quite the dominating position against the peacock, and once she had taken that opportunity to quite literally rub it in Julianne's face, she had set off the smaller woman's temper. From the moment that she was back up and breathing once more, Julianne was on a mission to completely flatten her opponent and turn the tides of humiliation back onto her, starting by dodging her dropkick and dropping her curvy frame flush on Esther's prone body! The butt drop would flatten Esther and give Julianne the opportunity to further grind her into the mat, but her real offense came when she plucked Esther back up, locking an arm around her neck before swinging backwards, and drilling the southern belle's head into the mat!

The rough impact of Esther's skull on the canvas would cause plenty in the crowd to flinch as they witnessed it, and once the move was completed, Julianne sat up and languidly pushed Esther over to her back, as if touching her opponent bothered her. The lackadaisical nature of Julianne's movements hid just how annoyed she still was, but given Esther was mostly motionless, she seemed to have time to actually let her movements drag on.

She sat up slowly, turned towards Esther slowly, and was even slow when she slid in close, swinging a leg up and over the southern woman's head, now positioning herself above Esther's face. And then what happened next came very fast.

"Try and pay attention here. This is how you REALLY smother somebody." And with that, Julianne would suddenly plop herself down right on Esther's face, not giving the sensual bump and grind that the southern belle had, but instead sitting still atop her, letting her weight really settle onto her foe. Julianne would give a huff as she finally put her full weight down, before reaching up to her shoulders and fanning out her hair, finally letting a showy smile take over her face as she leaned back atop Esther, arching her back and giving the crowd a pose, all while she smothered the daylights out of her foe!