L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

With the Countess still on her, bending her legs even further and stretching her muscles and ligaments to their limit, Orime simply couldn't keep going. The pain was too much to bear, and she knew that if Isabella caused any major damage to her legs it could hamper her chances of making a comeback - in this match or in her career. Even if it would cost her the match, she had no choice but to submit. She tapped out on the mat, and the referee was quick to note her gesture and signal to the timekeeper, bringing the match to an end.

Almost instantly, the boos grew even louder. It looked as though Orime was finally about to take back victory and put her opponent, who showed her nothing but scorn and disrespect this whole time, in her place. But at the last minute, Dante had taken that chance away from her. And those boos would only grow louder still when it grew apparent that, even after the bell had rung, Isabella still wasn't letting go! The bell kept ringing, but her fingers only dug deeper into Orime's ankles with a white-knuckled grip as she twisted the white-haired girl into a painful arc, yanking at her as hard as she could to strain her back as much as she could!

"NO MERCY, you fat porn star! If you can't take this, you don't BELONG in the ring at all! And I'm going to show you that, like it or not!!" The referee circled behind Isabella, grabbing her by the waist and trying to pull her off, but no matter how much the whole arena booed her merciless treatment of Orime, Isabella wasn't letting up even for a second. She had a point to get across, one way or another, and breaking the rules of the match meant nothing to her if it came to that!

It was just as she feared. Isabella refused to let her go, even after submitting. The ref was scolding the Countess to let her go, yelling at the heel. Orime cried out in pain as Dante continued the painful submission hold. "STOP! YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK MY LEG, YOU PSYCHO!" Orime yelled out, tears in her eyes from the pain.

By all means, it should have been over. Isabella had already won, and Orime had already been humbled. She had already admitted defeat. But for the Countess...that just wasn't enough. To her, even being in the same ring as Orime in the first place was an insult of the highest caliber, and it left her with frustrations that she was going to take out on the hapless white-haired girl herself. No matter how much Orime screamed as she pulled back harder and harder on her legs, no matter how much she begged for mercy, or how many times the bell rang, the look on Isabella's face was still a hateful scowl. In her mind, she wasn't finished until she was finished, and she was only going to quit on her own terms. And that would only come when Orime was taught a lesson to never mess with her again, or better yet, if she had realized she had no place in professional combat to begin with!

But, whether Isabella liked it or not, the match still had rules she had to abide by, and the referee's word was law. She could save her rants about how a real fight wouldn't have anyone to break it up, how no one should have to depend on referee stoppage to save themselves, and how wrestlers would only grow weak and complacent if they weren't prepared for an opponent who showed no mercy for another day. Now, the ref had begun to start a count, and her victory was in danger of being taken away from. Isabella had her ideals...but she could compromise when they impacted her specifically. She waited it out as long as she could get away with, but at the count of four, Isabella at last hurled Orime's legs to the mat hard - letting their landing serve as one last blow - before she got to her feet, dusting off her hands.

"Hmmph," Isabella muttered. "I suppose my work here is done, anyway. You should be glad that striped-shirted fool was there to get in my way..." With a sneer, the Countess turned her back on Orime to storm out of the ring. She didn't care how many people booed her as she passed by, or how many of them threw garbage in her direction. All she did was straighten her back and puff out her chest with a sneer. She wasn't going to let a glorified sex worker get away with pretending to be a professional athlete.

Orime was in too much pain to be relieved, Isabellas punishment being the harshest she ever experienced. The ref came over to her, the crowd quieting as she tended to the white haired cutie. "Can you move?" The ref asked. After a moment, Orime nodded. "Yeah, with some help." She responded, tears in her eyes as she winced. The ref nodded, calling for staff. Some came out, helping her up, the crowd chanting "Good match, Ori". Ori nodded, giving a small smile as she was helped backstage. One day, she'd be strong enough to beat bullies like Dante.

Orime loses via submission

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