L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Naomi managed to slowly inch towards the edge of the ring while the Heel Wrestler kept beating and abusing her sex! If Rose was actually focused on rubbing her sex then maybe it would have turned her on a bit. But instead, there was nothing but pain there. But eventually Naomi managed to reach up and grab onto the rope. But to her surprise, Rose didn't let go immediately.

This bitch is really playing with disqualification!? "F-Fucking let go already, you fucking idiot!" Naomi screamed at Rose with a mixture of pain and annoyance. She would then pay for her actions when the count reached four and Rose promptly made one last slam into her womanhood. "GYOH!" she cried out because of it, letting go of the ropes so that her hands could clutch onto her womanhood while she rolled onto her knees, buckled over.

She panted heavily, her pussy felt like it was on fire. If Rose would let her, she would slowly stand back up, her legs shaking while she would slowly turn to face towards the champion, feeling like her stamina was back, but now greatly injured. If she got into a hold like that, she had a good feeling it would take even longer for her to get out of it. "Cheapass..." she would say wiping some sweat from her brow.

A grin was stretched wide across Rose Gold's face as she watched Naomi struggle to her feet. "Proud, strong Yakuza. Brought low by a piddling few blows to her weak pussy." The grin stretched ever wider as Naomi's legs shook like she was wearing ice skates instead of boots.

She was downplaying what happened to frustrate the woman even more. But everyone knew what she had done was vile. It was borderline cheating. There was nothing sporting about her vicious cunt-focused offensive. She had delivered a series of attacks that were meant to hobble and cripple the otherwise threatening woman... And worse, there was an element of humiliation associated with the systemic destruction of another woman's precious vital spot.

"Cheap?" She licked her lips. "You sound like a sore loser. Have you already given up then?" She leaned in, putting on a look of faux concern. She did her best impression of the referee. "Watanabe-Senshu. Can you continue? Do you want to give up!?" She was provoking her. The woman whose legs were akin to a newborn fawn. She was arrogant and infuriating!

But she was also laying a devious trap. Woe unto those who were lured in by the Sinister Siren's song of malice.

"One moment in advantage after I've been kicking yours ass for the entire match and suddenly you're on top of the world again. Sounds like you got some brain damage." she replied, taking the moment of conversation to recover from the attention her womanhood got earlier.

"How's your pussy feeling? You sure were screaming real good as well when I was squishing it like a squeaky toy. Coulda sworn I heard the squeak noise as well--" she walked up to Rose and standing in front of her. "Champion for three years and still doesn't know how to act like one. Maybe you would make a better referee." she finished.

While Rose couldn't see Naomi's mouth while she got in a fighting position. She wasn't going to take shit talk from anyone. Not even the champion. So now that low blows were on the table, she was more than prepared to do the same. Although she might have accidentally taken the bait because she would charge in, preparing to retake her advantage after that break.

When she came into range, she would stomp a foot on the ground, her foot pivoting to the side and bringing the rest of her body with her. She would also raise her other foot and attempt to brung her heel crashing into the Heel wrestler's side.