L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Kyle would feel how hse was going for a second round smashing him down into the floor really hard again. This time he wasn´t able to keep the hold on and was foced to let go falling onto the mat his arms and legs speared apart limb. He would lay there breathing heavily and in pain. But at least this cute girl was laying on his chest right now.

Camille would gasp for air, savoring every breath that she took as if it was fresh water after days out in the desert. She would blush as she realized her position, slowly rolling off his chest to the mat, one arm wiping sweat off her face as the darkness in her eyes began to disappear, chest moving up at an increasing rate. She didn't do anything for awhile, she too tired and not getting over the anxiety of what just happened. She took deep breaths.

Kyle would be rolling away from his opponent as well slowly getting back up to his hands and knees. She would rub his neck for a few moments. “damn that was a tight one… I am really impressed by the power of yours!” he would say with a smirk. “But I hope you’re not done yet and we still can have some more fuN!” he would say slowly getting back up to his feet lifting his hands in a fighting ready postion. His breathe was slow and heavy, his skin was meanwhile shinning from all the sweat. This woman really knew how to fight and have a good time.

Camille would slowly get up, coughing as she did so. The darkness on the edge of her vision slowly went away, she continued to lay down on her back, staring at the ceiling. She took a moment to relax, deep breathes and calming down. After five deep breathes, she would begin to get up, rubbing her neck as she did so, as it still felt tight and taunt. "Uh...thanks" she would say in response to the man's words, cracking her knuckles as she entered a stance once more.

Kyle would hear her cracking her knuckles. “playing tough girl?” would he tease her. The last few bumps he took did leave some marks on him. He was feeling a little bit tensed, what would be a bit of a problem.
Kyle would do a sideways step forwards and tried to throw a haymaker right towards the head of his opponent trying to go in the offensive again. But he was slower than usual thanks to being so tensed up.

Camille gave a confused look, not how to respond to that tease. She looked around since she simply liked the sound of knuckles being cracked and decided not to respond in kind, instead just going into a stance towards the man, still recovering from the hold put on her not even a minute ago. The man threw a haymaker, causing Camille's head to recoil back and for her to gasp. She would attempt to respond in kind with her own haymaker.

Kyles head was hit hard with a haymaker in return when he left himself so open. His head would snap to the side and a lot of salvia would fly through the air and would fall to the mat. in the next moment one of his legs would give in and the pink haired boy would stumble away from his opponent. He would feel a little bit dizzy and the room would spin around him. He would shake his head for a moment.

Camille would also begin to stumble back, holding her head as a mighty headache began to pound on her skull, building more and more pressure as she tried to fight through the pain. She would grumble to herself, shaking her head a few times and stand up straighter, entering a stance once more to continue the fight, attempting to kick the man's leg out with her right leg.

Kyle would see the kick coming soon enough. She would push his own leg to the outside and would try to block the incoming kick as good as he could. HE would then move in pulling in his leg from behind and moving his whole body forwards. The Mexican fighter hopped that his opponent would be left open after that last kick was blocked. He would pull his whole mass forwards and bring it to one straight punch to the belly of his opponent. Putting that much weight into the punch would make it powerful but also very dangerous.

The kick was blocked, and the man moved his body, Camille trying to follow his motions to copy him in an attempt to counter, but it wouldn't enough. As she attempted to block the man's blow, it would sneak it's way past her defenses, straight into her stomach, with a lot of weight and power behind it. She would gasp, eyes going wide as she would grab her stomach, bowl over and slowly fall to the mat after taking two steps forward.