L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Garlim's face flushed even more as Theodora carried her around the ring as if she were a prize. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a groan at the sight of the strong arms around her. “Oh... No...” she moaned in a strained, breathy voice. The blonde goddess gasped as she sat on top of the turnbuckles, she was not at all used to wrestling moves. So in her state, if Theodora was about to do what Garlim imagined, she would be more than knocked out.

Theodora shouldered the blonde heavyweight, in an outstanding display of strength. Garlim's large bust rested on her chin as her world was turned upside down, and her arms hung limp. “Mmmh!” she moaned, aware of how vulnerable and exposed she felt at that moment.

Theodora began to slowly circle the ring, as the turnbuckle creaked in protest with each step, asking Garlim if he had anything else to say. “You're going to regret this. Doormat” She replied menacingly, perhaps as a promise. Garlim's body was completely limp, hanging over Theodora's shoulders like a rag doll.

Theodora smirked, Garlim’s limp body draped perfectly over her shoulders, her weight a satisfying reminder of just how far she’d pushed the so-called Goddess of War. She gave Garlim’s thigh a light, possessive pat.

“Oh, I’ll remember that threat,”

she purred at Garlim’s breathy warning,

“but you’re in no position to make promises right now~”

With a playful wink to the empty gym—as if performing for a crowd that only existed in her mind—Theodora stepped forward and dropped down into a perfect Muscle Buster, the ring jolting slightly on impac!

Theodora then sat up to inspect the damage, a grin spreading across her face. She crawled over, gently hooking one of Garlim’s long, muscular legs for a single-leg pin. Then, leaning down so her lips were just near the blonde’s flushed ear, she began to count softly.

“One… two…”

She brushed her lips lightly against Garlim’s cheek.

“Three… four…”

Her free hand caressed down Garlim’s side, appreciating every sculpted line of her rival’s body.

“Five… six…Seven… eight…”

Theodora giggled softly.

“You’re such a handful when you're awake…Nine…”

She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper now.

“…ten.”

With that, Theodora released Garlim’s leg and rested her forehead against hers for a moment, sighing warmly.

“Goodnight my dear~”

She rose to her feet, standing tall over the conquered blonde, savoring the image of Garlim—beautiful, powerful, and now completely defeated—lying peacefully at her feet in the ring they shared.