L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Navi kept her teeth clenched as Kat spoke to her, wishing she could send her to hell for her mocking her once more...

However, a shiver went down the blonde's spine as she felt her foe's hand wander down her body...

...past her neck...

...past her chest...

...past her ribcage...

...before stopping at her stomach, and:

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAH! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I'LL MURDER YOU IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!", Navi screamed in utter agony at Kat, wildly thrashing about, as she attempted to break the hold to little success...

Katsumi felt that little tremble. For some reason, it made her giddy. Maybe it was spite. Maybe she was back to thinking Navi's kind of attractive, in the right light. Not that she's into her. Nope. Certainly not while drawing her hand along her athletic body, coming to rest at the bare skin of her stomach.

There it is; the canary's singing. Katsumi smile brightly and leans back to apply more strain against her joints and spine, and keep her belly nice and exposed. Her fingers dig into her stomach, crushing the blonde's feminine abdominals. "How're you gonna do that, huh? You're nothing!," fires back Katsumi. "Now tap out like the second-rate sidekick you are!"

The referee-girl drops in front of Navi to ask if she surrenders!

"Navi, do you..."

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! FUCK YOU! FUCK BOTH OF YOU! GO DIE IN A HOLE!!!", the blonde screamed as the ref asked her for her submission and at Kat's comment.

But, despite her wild denial, it really seemed like there was no escape for the blonde. The only part of her body she had some semblance of full range with was her legs and...

...

...and ref was just close enough to them, and looming over the duo to give an idea to Navi, her sole means of escaping.

Gritting her teeth, she wrapped her ankles around the left leg of the ref, before attempting to twist it, and make the woman fall:

"What the...AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The ref would go flying right on top of the two women...and, if Navi had just a little bit of good luck, would have the ref's and Kat's head collide to guarantee that the hold would break!

"She's about to give in! Keep on'er!," barks Katsumi. "I'm about to rip this fairy's wings off!"

She struggles to hold on and simultaneously intensify the hold, leaning back to ply more pressure and strain against her upper-body, while her hand continues to relentlessly dig into the blonde's bare stomach. She's looking to seal the deal here and now - force a tapout from the loudmouthed, obstinate, and ultimately proud Frenchwoman.

A sudden cry from the referee distracts her, and in an instant, her weight is piled on top of Katsumi's. She's immediately pushed down against Navi, relieving the strain along her joints - though the heads didn't quite bash together to much effect. It was, however, enough to get Katsumi to abandon the hold, attempting to squirm back from the pile. "Gh-.. get off, you putz!"

"AAAAAH! Fuuuuuuuuck...", Navi cried in relief after escaping from the hold, rolling away as the Punk Princess dealt with the ref on top of her. She was in the Rings of Saturn for a good minute, and her neck and spine let her know about it. She massaged the hurt spots on her body, before turning towards Kat and the ref...

And as ref stood up, shooting an angry gaze at the blonde, Navi had her full attention on Kat:

"YOU STUPID...", she screamed, as she stomped her foot right on top of Kat's face!

"..FUCKING...", she followed with another stomp:

"...CUNT!", she finished with 1 final stomp to her hated rival's face!

"Stupid cheap bi-"

Katsumi's assessment on Navi's attitude and mental acuity is cut short as a boot suddenly smacks against her forehead. With a feminine yelp, the punkette is rocked back down to the mat and dazed! The second stomp nails her on the cheek as she attempts to turn her face away, squishing a panicked, pained cry from the slender girl. The third stomp causes her body to jolt before lying stunned before her.

With a groan, her hands lift to protect her face with her palms, hiding from the overhead lights and the blonde Frenchwoman looming over her.

"WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO CALL ME?!", Navi would scream with pure rage at the punk princess, lowering herself to crouch as she looked straight into the dazed woman's eyes:

"Pathetic idiot..."

SLAP!

Upon delivering a disrespectful slap to Katsumi's face, Navi would pull up on the woman's mane, to pull her up to her feet...

...only to pull Kat upside down in a Tombstone position!

What followed was obvious, as Navi would drop onto her knees, driving Katsumi face first into the canvas for a hard Tombstone Piledriver!

Once Kat's further damaged body was down, the blonde would fold her foe's hands atop her chest for a Tombstone pin:

"I will break you if you kick out of this. Don't even dare THINK of kicking out..."

"Guu.."

SLAP!

"Ahn!" It's a girlish squeak that escapes the Punk Princess upon being slapped. Her cheeks are rosied, eyes tearing up from the sting on her face. She hates that! But Navi isn't giving her an inch! Her dark locks are gripped, and she's yanked back up to her feet, where she finds herself grappled and whipped into the air.

The first thing to enter her mind is that her head is pointed at the mat.

There's a sharp inhale. "A-ah! No! Nono!" Her body tenses, her legs kicking frantically. There's no trace of the tough girl she'd been dealing with before. The wrestler in her arms is panicked. "Don't!" Her arms lock down tight around Navi's waist, as if her frame were the handlebar of a rollercoaster. But it's all pointless. Her head is spiked against the mat, and her world blanks.

Katsumi ragdolls to the mat on her back. Her arms are folded over her chest.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair. Her hand raises and comes down. "One!"

As the ref girl counted one count, suddenly, the blonde would break the pinfall on her rival!

"'Don't'?! What's wrong? Little punk bitch afraid of her skull being bashed in?", Navi would mock Kat, looking upside down on the girl...

Before grabbing her locks, forcing her to stand up, and shoving her hurting head in between her thighs...

And lifting her torso upwards, primed and read for a vicious sit down Piledriver!

"Hope this one sucks just as much!", she would scream, as the blonde dropped down on her legs, driving her enemies head into the canvas once more!

The pinfall is broken, and Navi is yelling in her face. Katsumi protests with a plaintive groan, turning her head to the side and trying to shroud herself with her arms. Of course, that doesn't do much against a hand gripping her by the hair. Her head is raised, her body following suit in still a fairly limp state. Her head is promptly shoved between Navi's thighs. It only takes feeling the other girl's arms wrap around her middle to send Katsumi into another panic.

There's a deep, sudden gasp, and she's clinging tight to Navi's body as much as she can from this position. Her hands clamp onto the Frenchwoman's legs, her own legs hooking over Navi's shoulders, her trim body visibly tensed. There's a light tremble running through her that Navi may notice as she suspends her in the air.

"D-don't..!," it's a weaker plea, worn down by the pain and daze she's still working through. And it's ultimately futile. Her head hits the mat, and she pops free from Navi's legs to sit up briefly. Her eyes are half-lidded, dark green eyes bleary. She then drops to the side in a sprawl, lying supine and spreadeagle.