L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

There was a problem with the way things had shaped out since the wall slam. One, Tulli head was still ringing from her head hitting the block wall. Second, her opponent was still behind her and apparently less worse off. A fact that Tulli wasn't privy to until a set of hands reached out and closed around her.

Reeled back in, Tulli found her rear ever so slightly scooted back so she could feel her lower back press into Yo-Yo's waist. The pair of wiry legs slipped around her sides, keeping her closed in as one hand grabbed her throat. Her opponent clutched at it, causing Tulli to lean back as one of her hands gripped at Yo-Yo's wrist. As for the other, TUlli had it clutching the underside of one of Dorah's thighs. Fingers soon turning and clutching to try and weather the pain as a set of fingernails from her opponent also turned against her stomach.

A deep clutch of her abs, nails sinking in to clutch at soft tissue made the Brit's whole body tense until the pressure and pain were too much that her clenched teeth opened, "Auuh..." She uttered a breathy groan, strained by the choke. The writhing had Tulli lean her torso backwards until she was pressing against the cushion of Yo-Yo's tits. Tulli's head tilted back the rest of the way, wavy hair brushing past Dorah's ear.

Tulli forced open an eyelid to side glare at her opponent. "You... fucking..." She grimaced through gritted teeth, suppressing the agonizing urge to utter another pained strain from her predicament, trying to latch onto anger and refusal of giving her opponent the satisfaction.

Everyone said that LAW was all about sex. Hot stuff. Making out. Lips on tits, bumping and grinding, fucking with foreign objects. And maybe they weren’t 100% wrong, but plenty of matches didn’t have that stuff going on. You could have two women trying to wreck each other without it dipping into porno territory.

That was what Yo-Yo had thought this was about, too…until now. Because sitting here, clutching Tulli, choking her out with one hand while she tried to rip her a new belly button with the other? It was kind of hot. She wouldn’t lie.

She clutched tighter as Tulli tried to speak and fell back, pulling the woman’s body over hers and clutching her even tighter. It might’ve even looked intimate from a distance, but they wouldn’t have seen the hate in Tulli’s eyes, the way Yo-Yo’s grip churned at her gut, or the way her claws sank deeper into her skin with each passing moment.

”Better save your breath, fishnets.” She growled into the woman’s ear, resisting the urge to bite it. ”Just go the fuck to sleep, and when you wake up? You’ll be back with your fucking jacket again, I promise.” She snickered, deep and guttural. ”Let it happen, let it fucking happen…”

…screw it, one bite. Couldn't help herself.