L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Madeleine let Yifei slide. She stood and backed towards center-ring, watching. One, two, three. Fifteen. Thirty seconds while her opponent recaptured her balance.

She felt like a rubber band under tension on a freezing day, brittle, prone to crack. Even if Yifei was deliciously contrite, singing praise while her lip quivered and eyes begged, Madeleine could hear the audience.

They remembered, even if Yifei had temporarily forgotten, that Madeleine had been seconds away from cresting and spilling this match hot and humiliated down her thigh, her womanhood obliterated by some...newbie who had upstaged her at every segment of this match. Snd they were buzzing. They were white-knuckled on the armrests, hungry to see the Countess finished, lapped up, and disposed of for their pleasure.

So, Madeleine stood by and let her precious blueberry find her footing.

As Yifei poured out her heart into the game, so sincere it would have ached at an earlier point in the match, a part of Madeleine knew how she was supposed to respond—the smile that made her eyes sparkle, a competitive but friendly flame in her chest as she assumed a fighting stance, recognizing the Jewel of the Bella Vista Dojo. Let's see you give your best, sweet! Instead, Madeleine's smile was faint, her eyes chilly. She moved with careful, almost nervous tension as she raised her fists.

As soon as Yifei left the ground the crowd was building into a cheer, WhooooooAAAA, like a rollercoaster accelerating rapidly up to a hill, about to plummet off an explosive drop. Beautiful. Yifei spun through the air. The spotlights were intense, and specks of dust glowed in the air around Yifei as her body flexed and tumbled, lit like a special exhibit statue in a museum. Her exquisite thighs arced up and over her head, perfectly executing a move that would have made Madeleine feel queasy. Even after her orgasm, Madeleine felt a twinge of something weak in her knees as the larger woman, tits free, loomed over her and the crowd boomed.

She stepped slightly to the left.

Yifei missed the Countess and hit the mat, thighs flush with the ground in the splits.

In a quarter of a second, Madeleine's leg sliced straight over her head, then slammed diagonally, heel-first, toward Yifei's head.

The wushu warrior somersaulted with confidence through the air, feeling certain that she was right on target! But then… THUD. Yifei’s exposed breasts bounced along with the rest of her body as her crotch landed hard on the mat with her legs splayed out. Yifei moaned in pain and pleasure as her already aching groin recovered from the unexpected hit.

Yifei whiffed the spinning kick and landed in the splits

Yifei could hear "Oof" and "“Ehhhhh…” coming from the dispirited crowd. Yifei hanged her head in embarrassment. She whiffed so hard after hyping up the crowd for Bella Vista Dojo. And speaking of Bella Vista, she knew several of the boys back home were hoping to see her pull off the Hazanshu live in her debut match. Yifei tried her best to swallow her disappointment in herself and put back on a happy warrior face as she looked up to praise her senpai.

“A side-step counter! Simple but brilli—”

CRACK

"Aghh!"

Madeleine’s heel came crashing down on Yifei’s head like a hammer to an anvil. Suddenly, her vision and senses were all a blur, except for the odd feeling of wetness spreading from her scalp. Yifei scrambled away until she found the ropes. Blood started to drip from her hair as she hoisted herself up to her feet and turned back towards the ring. Madeleine was in the center of the ring, standing in a defensive stance with a serious look on her face that made Yifei shudder.

“The Countess is through playing games with you, McDojo kid!”

What? Who said that?! Yifei searched the crowd until she found them. A handful of hecklers from the host country but wearing the aesthetics of western martial arts from head to toe: gold and purple HEMA gambesons, French berets, French flags, and all carrying a gold banner that read Comté Doré – Estomac par Sa Graisse.

“We are the Golden County - established by her grace!”

“French Foot Fighting is real science! Not cheap flips and flashy tricks!”

Then, they started chanting:

“Wuxia won’t win! Wuxia won’t win!”

Yifei shot them a harsh glare. How dare they insult Bella Vista Dojo and her martial arts! Yifei clenched her fists. "I hope Ms. Madeleine doesn’t encourage such behavior," Yifei whispered to herself.

Yifei climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and assumed a classic crane stance.

The hecklers continued to jeer. “Is she gonna try spinning again! That’s a good trick!”

Yifei frowned but quickly dismissed the HEMA hecklers as she put 100% of her mind and aching body into her technique. The crane perched. Yifei's naked chest rose and fell as she breathed deep, steady breaths. Calm. Collected. And then, without warning, Yifei's smooth thighs flexed with muscle and launched her into flight! A flying kick of intense speed and power came straight for Madeleine!

“Dragon Comet Kick!!”

Yifei launched another flashy but powerful attack towards Madeleine from the top turnbuckle

As Madeleine's heel met the resistance of Yifei's head and the crowd roiled, Madeleine felt something golden move through her, an inch below her skin. Her cheeks turned a fraction more pink as Yifei collapsed, choking on her words, while Madeleine returned to her grounded stance, her expression flat and cool.

Madeleine could have darted in, slammed her knee into her Blueberry's jaw for the coup de gace, but. No. she hung back with her fists up. Padam, padam, padam. Her boots pattered against the mat as she bounced and waited.

Waiting ached, like a fox nibbling at the back of her skull. It got worse the more seconds flew by, as she watched Yifei stand, watched her circle, then climb the ropes. You're giving her space. But that was the plan, n'est-ce pas?

“Is she gonna try spinning again! That’s a good trick!” Madeleine felt her jaw tighten as the fans returned her attention to the wide dome surrounding the ring. Idiots.

In fact, Yifei did try something like spinning—a missile kick, delivered from the top rope. Like her previous moves, it gave her the momentary illusion of flight in a way that churned Madeleine's stomach, made her palms turn hot and her cheeks run cold. Just imagining what it would look like from Yifei's perspective...

But all that waiting and watching had given Madeleine space to observe and react. She stepped aside once again, ducking to the left. “Dragon Comet Kick!!” came our Blueberry's battle call—just before she sailed over Madeleine, thighs grazing shoulder.

Madeleine raised her arms, catching her opponent midflight as she sailed over Madeleine's shoulder. Yifei's ribs ripped through her grip, then her pits caught in Madeleine's hands, and—there she was, for a beautiful beat, resting chest-down on Madeleine's shoulder like a log. The momentum sent them both wheeling backwards. Madeleine's insides performed another somersault—would she lose her balance? She clenched her jaw. Her back hit the ropes. She found her balance as, for a moment, her eyes met Yifei's. Then her eyes glinted with triumph.

"Fancy," Madeleine murmured. "But...where's the setup, my sweet, sweet Blueberry?" As Madeleine hoped, failure only seemed to make Yifei double down into the flashy and predictable.

She took a step forward, still carrying Yifei, then another, accelerating to a run—then she thrust with her arms, fell to a kneel, and aimed to toss Yifei head-first into a mat whose CRACK would sound almost as loud to the fans as to Yifei's soon-to-be vibrating brain.

Yifei felt the pressure of her naked breasts against Madeleine's shoulder as her senpai grappled her by the armpits and hoisted her up. Yifei felt the weight of her tired and beaten body dissipate as Madeleine carried her, and, for a moment, Yifei relaxed in Madeleine’s arms. Reminds me of being with her in the apartment. Then Yifei locked eyes with Madeleine, and her cheeks turned red. Yifei suddenly felt her weight and recent history return to her, her body aching all over in more ways than one. Yifei bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together. Her tight, tiny athletic shorts couldn’t contain the honey that now dribbled down her thighs.

"Fancy," Madeleine murmured. "But...where's the setup, my sweet, sweet Blueberry?"

Yifei’s infatuation lifted momentarily, and Yifei furrowed her brows at her senpai. Fancy? Yifei wanted to protest and tell Madeleine that her wuxia attacks were more than just fancy and flashy tricks. She wanted her to tell those rude fans of hers likewise. But, before Yifei could politely protest to her senpai, the kung fu fighter’s vision rotated upside down and accelerated towards the floor as Madeleine yeeted her Kohei headfirst into the mat.

WHAM

“Aaaagh!”

Yifei landed with a wet crunch as her nose collided with the mat. White hot pain shot across her face, followed by a stream of blood gushing from her nose, pooling around her cheek. “Hh—snff—k-kkhh—”, Yifei snorted, sobbing and snarling as the blood percolated through her sinuses. She tried to get up, but her hand slipped in her own pool of blood. “Hhuhhh… huhhh…”, Yifei breathed ragged, shaky breaths as she rolled onto her back and languished on the floor.

Yifei languished on the floor with a broken nose

The HEMA hecklers returned and kicked Yifei while she was down.

“That’s what you get when you send a circus performer into a fencing match!”

“She’s leaking like a burst teapot. Someone call for cleanup!”

“Toss her like a worn-out plushie, Madeleine. She’s embarrassing you.”

Stab. Stab. STAB. Yifei couldn’t believe Madeleine had attracted such horrid fans.

"Dammit!", Yifei cussed and shook the stars from her vision. She punched the floor and stumbled up onto one knee, snarling as she gripped her broken nose and wrenched it back into place with a wet snap. Yifei looked up at Madeline with an angry glare that she had never shown her senpai before.

“Is that what you’ve been telling your fans, huh? T-that’s what you really think of me?” Yifei’s messy face was red with blood, blushing cheeks, and fury. “Irredeemable!”

That's what you've been telling your fans? Irredeemable!

With a screaming “HIYAA!”, Yifei sprinted forward with incredible speed and put all her weight and power behind an open-palm strike aimed straight for Madeleine’s pretty, unblemished face. "Red Tempest Palm!!"

Ka-runch.

That description—leaking like a burst teapot—might not have been kind, but it was apt, and not just the way the brainless fan intended it. Poor Yifei was boiling.

Madeleine had to breathe deep, flex her toes, center herself to keep control. She just wanted to grin. The blood streaking down Yifei's face made Madeleine's heart flutter with satisfaction, but it was nothing, nothing compared to the way those furious words poured out of her like candy. The way Yifei's eyes flashed and her chest heaved with humiliation as she spat fury at the Countess—that made Madeleine salivate.

Oh, but we can't grin now, Madeleine. That would be unkind.

So she didn't. Instead, she shifted to the side and ducked, again. Yifei was closer this time: Despite all the predictable anger, she was fast. Her fist whisked through Madeleine's hair, and if Madeleine had not been focused and trained, if she had hesitated for even a fraction of a second, things would have gone very differently.

Got you. Yifei's palm flew over Madeleine's shoulder, her chest slammed into Madeleine's chest, and the countess's hand cupped Yifei between her legs—and oh, the heat she sensed as her fingers curled against the hump under Yifei's shorts. Was there a spark? She could almost believe it from how hot Yifei was between her legs. Hot and wet.

Her lips were also moist. Madeleine's free hand had wrapped under Yifei's outstretched arm, then hooked up to grab the hair at the back of her head so she could pull her into a kiss. She kept her eyes open, half-lidded. She wanted Yifei to lose herself in Madeleine's eyes as her soft, trembling lips parted for the Countess.

It was wrong, Madeleine decided, to keep holding Yifei like a prisoner. Her grip softened around Yifei's hair, then slipped down her shoulder, pressing her closer so her breasts pressed plush against Madeleine. As Madeleine dug hungrily into a second, deeper kiss, the hand around Yifei's pussy squeezed, then brushed up her navel. She could smell the heat rising from down there. What. A. Mess.

The crowd groaned with delight, and for the first time since she'd begun to give vent to the icy anger still flitting at her core, Madeleine allowed herself a satisfied smile.

Caught in Madeleine’s sudden embrace, Yifei placed her palms on Madeleine’s ivory shoulders, her muscle memory readying her to push away from the Countess’s “grapple.” But Yifei was just burning. She’d been burning ever since Madeleine first kissed her. Slowly but surely, Yifei could feel her arch nemesis creeping up from her loins, slowing her body, clouding her judgment, and turning her erogenous zones up to ten.

Madeleine’s eyes bored into Yifei’s as she attacked with an unyielding, tender embrace, and the kung fu fighter lost all sense of battle in the middle of her debut match. Yifei’s flood gates were bursting at the seams, and Madeleine was breaking all the locks.

This is how it always goes, isn’t it?

Yifei’s bare, erect nipples rubbed against the rough spandex holding Madeleine’s bosom.

Everyone is watching me fail. Whiffing every attack. Turning into putty every time she kisses me.

Madeleine’s tongue and fingers assaulted Yifei’s lips from top to bottom

Madeleine’s tongue and fingers assaulted Yifei’s lips from top to bottom. The crowd was full of whistles and catcalls. The HEMA hecklers couldn’t get enough.

“I guess you were too busy kissing punching bags instead of learning how to land a hit!”

Everyone back home said I could do this. But I can’t.

“Just a plaything for the Countess! She’ll toss you around like a Citronelle stuffy soon enough.”

I don’t even have the discipline to keep a day job without thinking about sex. Why did I think I was cut out for martial arts?

Silent tears streamed down Yifei’s cheeks as she leaned deeper into Madeleine’s kiss before gently pulling away. With saliva and teardrops dripping down her chin onto her breasts, Yifei looked up into Madeleine’s eyes, smiled, and whispered.

"I’m so pathetic, aren’t I, senpai? You deserve a better opponent than me. I give up."

Yifei raised her hand and prepared to tap out against Madeleine’s bare, glowing shoulders.

"No!" Madeleine captured Yifei in a wristlock grip before she could tap. With her free hand, she cupped her opponent's cheek. One thumb brushed away a tear. The Countess sighed, leaned her forehead forward until it pressed against Yifei's. "No, my dear. I am afraid I cannot allow that."

Madeleine's voice was low enough that no one in the seats would hear the words, but they could make out the sudden kindness of her gesture. Another oblique tonal turn from the Countess! The drama had the intended effect, and another paroxysm of enthusiasm ripped through the audience. Madeleine looked up, her eyes searching to meet Yifei's.

"Earlier today, I said you were incredible. Incredible, Yifei, was my very word. So if you tapped now...Well then, I, my sweet blueberry, would appear to be a liar. And both of us deserve much better, don't you think?"

Madeleine held Yifei in her wet, blue eyes and smile for a count of one, then two. She watched her words settle on the kung fu student like seeds in muddy soil. They sunk in. They sprouted. Perhaps she'd see relief? Confusion? A renewed determination, lighting like a fire? Or — worst case — bitter resistance? Whatever the case, the instant Madeleine saw Yifei's emotions start to settle, she made her move.

First, she swung her bare leg, hooked Yifei's ankle, and pulled her into a takedown. CRACK! Face and chest would crash into the mat. And from there—well, she already had the arm. All it would take was to twirl around, plant her butt on Yifei's back, and she'd have a Fujiwara Armbar.

The Golden County's Bar

The crowd would relish an armbar, Madeleine thought. Few things make an audience as happy as a loser screaming.

Yifei's eyes regained a spark of life! Madeleine's warmth and encouragement injected a dose of adrenaline into Yifei's wavering heart.

Ms. Madeleine might be right! Maybe I can do this!

Yifei blocked out the pain from the armbar and the distracting cheers and jeers and catcalls and whatever else was coming from the crowd. It didn't matter if some audience members were rooting for her. All that mattered was for Yifei to prove to her senpai, herself, and her school that she could escape this pin and keep fighting!

Yifei channeled her sudden surge of energy to push up against the weight of her senpai and attempt to free herself! But Yifei quickly found that the Golden County's armbar was truthfully made of iron. Yifei bucked and rolled and twisted. Soon, the pain from her hard nipples and bruised tummy rubbing against the mat stung more and more. The agony of her grappled arm became more apparent. Practiced Nanquan grunts devolved into squeals of pain. And her momentary determination finally gave way to flailing frustration.

Then the HEMA hecklers found the perfect time to strike:

"The Madame gave you a second chance, and you blew it, Ms. McDojo!"

"Time to pack it in and go back to America, POSER!"

Yifei snapped. Her eyes trained in on the exact person who said that in the crowd, and she raised her voice as loud as her pressured diaphragm could muster under the weight of Madeleine's knee.

"I'm not a poser! I'm a wushu wa--rrior!"

And th--at was a voice crack!

For a nauseating moment, Yifei's verbal slip-up deafened the arena. Gasps and uh-ohs quickly turned into mocking laughter. Yifei's heart sank from the fantastical heights of a proud wushu martial artist to the shameful depths of a cringey masturbation-addicted girl from NorCal who couldn't keep a day job but thought she was worthy to carry her Dojo's name to Japan.

Yifei stopped resisting the arm bar and went limp. She collapsed on the mat, damp with blood, sweat, and sex, face-first in a pathetic plop.

Yifei buried her shameful face in a film of tears and blood to hide from the laughter and her senpai's eyes. Then she mumbled to Madeleine above.

"Y-you're not a liar, senpai. You were just... wrong about me."

Yifei summoned her remaining dignity to silently cry, rather than sob pathetically beneath her senpai.

"T-they're right. I'm not worth your time. D-don't give me another chance. Just let me lose already. Please."

Yifei's momentary determination is crushed under the weight of the hecklers' jeers and Madeleine's knee.

Madeleine peered down at Yifei. Wrestlers on the roster loved to talk shit about how the LAW audience was rife with perverts—which, of course, it was. But was there a single talent on the roster who didn't enjoy the stunningly beautiful people they had the privilege to fight?

And for Madeleine, the best part was their faces. Exquisitely young and soft, with their dazzling eyes and irresistible lips. She felt a thrill when they cried. When their chins quivered. That was the moment they lost control, reverting to something childish, harmless. Cute.

The crowd, meanwhile, was as simple as it was relentless, as the thousand voices reverberated aroud the arena: "TAP, TAP, TAP!!"

As Madeleine leaned, hard, into her Fujiwara, she smiled bright as the sun. Then, she let the submission relax. She did not release Yifei—far from it. But the pressure no longer threatened the snap her collar.

"Do you know when you first started to embarrass yourself?" Madeleine modulated her voice with extreme care. She wanted Yifei to hear the edges of her diction—without a word reaching the bastards chanting in the stands. "It was the moment you let the fools cheering get in your head."

The Fujiwara required two hands to lock in. Regrettable. If Madeleine had a third or fourth hand, she would have loved to cup Yifei's cheek and pat her hip. But perhaps the gesture would have been unnecessary; straddling Yifei, clutching her arm to her breasts, Madeleine was already intimate beside her opponent.

"My understanding of Xiaolin doctrine is that it emphasizes doing without doing. Allowing your finely trained instincts to lead. That's what your early, delightful kickboxing was about. But then...out of resentment for the crowd, you started to think. And show off. Which made you sadly predictable."

It was important, Madeleine knew, to allow her instruction time to breathe, which was the beauty of a submission hold. She could keep Yifei quivering and half-naked on the mat as long as it took. She waited three breaths before continuing.

"...Now. You know how to handle a Fujiwara, my darling blueberry. I'm confident of it. You just have to stop thinking and pull on those instincts."

It would be unfortunate if Madeleine were wrong. Then, she really might break her young protegée's arm. Well, perhaps she deserved it. The CRACK would certainly feel lovely against Madeleine's groin.

"Come on, Yifei. Last shot. Show me."

So much weight to carry. And not just the weight of her senpai on top of her as Madeleine's Fujiwara bent her arm almost beyond its limit. How could she carry the honor of her school, her senpai's faith in her, and hopes for herself all at the same time when she was nothing but a bundle of horny nerves? Her composure was shot to the moon. Heck. For a time just now, Yifei had doubted her senpai's friendship! She hated herself for even thinking it. The stress of her first LAW match was short-circuiting her brain.

And it would be so easy to just give up now. So easy to just shrink off into a corner to hide from all this anxiety-inducing, uncomfortable shit in her life. Just one more shameful masturbation session before bed for a quick dopamine kick, and then she could finally fall asleep despite the ruminating thoughts of all the things she and others wished she could be.

Yeah, maybe Yifei couldn't do this.

But, Yiifei could do this. The youth Nanquan champion of the Golden State International Wushu Championship and the proud representative of Bella Vista Dojo could freaking do this!

Yifei listened to her senpai's wise words, and she thought back to when Madeleine dropped all pretense of flash and unnecessary emotion for technical supremacy above all else. It was time for her kohai to do the same. Yifei blocked out everything and let her body do the work.

Back home, Yifei had taught many enthusiastic students at the dojo how to escape an armbar. They all learned the lesson from pretty Ms. Yifei: First, get on your knees. It shortens the attacker's lever arm. The higher you can get your shoulder, the better! That's right. Then roll. Rolling is just a way to get out of their grip! Then-