L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

He kept putting on the pressure in an attempt to make Rindo tap, twisting her wrist and torquing his body slightly to the right in attempt to bring in more pain as he twisted her arm like a tamale, however...Ragna was trying to win! Of course but-He never like to snap limb or at all. He enjoys the thrill of a technical bout. Not the sickening violence that come from it.

Ragna attempted to twist his body again with his posture laying facedown, his body still tightly wrapped around her arm, twisting it even furthered as it began to resemble a tomato ready to burst! "OI! JUST TAP BUD! NO POINT GETTING A BROKEN ARM IN A REGULAR MATCH RIGHT!?" Ragna shouted at her from his awkward position. His lingering fear of her ape like tenacity began to creep up in the back of his mind as his mind raced with ideas as to how the hell will he make her tap.

Rindo grunted and moaned between Ragna's legs as her arm was put through complete torture by the giant man, she felt like Ragna was about to twist it off in a second. Ragna would yell at Rindo to just tap out to avoid getting a broken arm, and frankly Rindo was starting to think that sounded like a great idea. Sweat poured down Rindo's reddened face as she struggled in the hold, eyes darting around as she looked for some kind of solution. This frantic searching likely saved Rindo's chances, as in that moment she realised that they were right by the ropes!

With renewed vigor Rindo would slowly inch herself closer to the ropes, before suddenly twisting her body to the right and lashing out with her leg. If she had failed she would have put herself in an even worse position, but her gamble payed off and she hooked the bottom rope with her foot. At that moment the referee would call in a rope break and order Ragna to release his hold, with Rindo still groaning as she waited for him to do so "Uuuuuurgh..."

Ragna stretched and yanked on her agonizing arm to surely make her tap out from the pain but to his dismay, Rindou managed to place her foot on the bottom rope to get herself some leverage. Ragna, of course, annoyed. Released Rindou's arm from the hold and rolled upright to his feet backwards, 3 feet away from her with his hands up and pursed lips. Disappointed but deep down....

He was glad she managed to escape.

As Rindo managed to hook the bottom rope with her leg and get the referee to announce a rope break Ragna would be forced to release his hold, as he did so Rindo would let out a gasp of relief as she crumpled to the mat, clutching her sore arm as she moaned in pain. She may have escaped Ragna's submission before she was forced to tap out, but that didn't mean she hadn't suffered greatly in the hold, nor did it mean she could just spring back to her feet after something like that.

Rindo grabbed the rope with her good arm and dragged herself up to her feet, a pained grimace on her face that would twist back into her usual confident grin once she turned back to face Ragna, though he may notice that the grin looked somewhat strained. Though she was hurting she was not down for the count yet, something that she would prove by darting forward and throwing out her left arm for a forearm strike to Ragna's scarlet coloured face.

Ragna's eyes focused on her practically tweaked arm of Rindou's, he analyzed and thought about several different ideas and approaches to capitalize on that injured arm but, something seemed off..as if the unbearable amounts of pain she just received didn't look like to phase her at all! Ragna's brow raised in-confusion. It was almost offputting to him. What kind of tenacity does this caveman have?


Ragna would be promptly reminded of her ferociousness with a brutal forearm which he assumed, she was aiming for his glass jaw. However, her wish wasn't gonna come true as Ragna stepped back a few steps with his torso leaning back slightly in the process, he felt the sharp wind of her near forearm strike brush up against his cheekbone with the sharpness of a knife. A simply wicked grin stretched as far as the eye can see across his face. He grunted happily once and retorted, "Nice forearm, monkey brain" before gracing Rindou's face with a series of slaps as he attempted to transition into a one sided impromptu slap boxing fight.

Rindo put as much force as she had into her forearm strike, but all the force in the world doesn't matter if the attack doesn't hit, at best it had made enough of a 'whoosh' sound as it passed by in front of Ragna to make him glad it didn't hit. The man would then strike Rindo with an open-palmed slap, snapping her head to the side and leaving a red mark on the side of her face. So he wanted to engage in some hand-to-hand melee did he? Well then Rindo was happy to oblige. Rindo cocked her fist back to throw a punch, but before she could do so she was slapped again.

As enthusiastic as Rindo was it didn't make up for a clear advantage that Ragna possessed: Reach. With his superior height and longer arms the flame-haired man could easily slap Rindo from outside the range of her attacks while also stopping her from getting any closer. Rindo wasn't really taking much real damage, Ragna was just slapping her after all, but getting repeatedly slapped in the face was getting on her nerves "Raaaaah!!! Stop that!!!" she would yell, jumping back away from his hands.

She would then crouch into a running start and dash forwards, trying to take Ragna down with a Spear to tackle him to the ground. If she was successful she would attempt to straddle the man, sitting on his abs. For once she clearly had no flirty intentions as if she was able to get on top of him she would take advantage of her position to start throwing punches down at his face with her good arm "Looks like senpai's gonna have to teach you some manners!!"

Ragna was laying in the work onto Rindou's face. Sweat clouds flying off each successful slap as if it were a punch effect in a fighting game until he eventually began to notice Rindo wasn't feeling any of his advances. Her skin was beet red like a tomato but no sign of wincing or crumpling. Again, he was somewhat bothered by her resilience but nevertheless, it was a welcome growing pain until Rindo speared him. Well-Tried.

Rindo colliding her body with his felt like a slight bump. A car slightly tapping another. His legs got pushed back a little as he hooked her arms from underneath looking like she was about to pedigree her but the truth was he was keeping her steady to avoiding being sent to the ground. Not that he minded anyway but, Ragna wanted to prove that he was more than a mat wrestler.
He sharpened his knees and began to lean forward slightly. trying to throw his body mass into the equation of keeping her steady before quickly releasing her from the guard and attempting to lift her up underneath her waist and put her legs over his shoulders, turning and began running as he attempted a running power bomb towards the middle of the ring!. Smashing Rindou's body against the harden mat, blowing the air outta of her like a popped tire. Ragna hoped that this was enough for the 3 count as he hooked both legs for the pin.

It was not quite accurate to say that Rindo wasn't feeling any of Ragna's attacks, if you'd ask the woman herself she'd tell you that they stung like a bitch and were annoying as hell, it's just that as durable as Rindo was this level of pain was not enough to get her to back down. If anything it was just motivation for the redhead to try harder to take the man down. This was the mindset Rindo applied when she tried to take Ragna down with a spear, only for Ragna to completely deny her takedown attempt, unfortunately for Ragna and the audience his body was blocking off the priceless look of shock on Rindo's face as she was so easily stopped. Such a thing had only occurred enough times to be counted on one hand during the whole of Rindo's wrestling career.

This shock would leave her vulnerable to what Ragna had planned next, failing to react in time to stop Ragna from hauling her up onto his shoulders. Rindo recognised a powerbomb when she saw one, she also recognised an impending disaster when she saw one, and right now she could recognise that both were about to occur unless she did something about it. That's why she would opt to do something that sounded crazy on paper, but might just be crazy enough to work. Rindo would wind her injured fucked up right arm back and would attempt to smash Ragna right in the face with a forearm strike while his arms were too occupied with lifting her to possibly guard the attack, hoping to knock him off balance.

If her strike hit then it would not be without cost though, as upon contact a jolt of pain would shoot up Rindo's arm, leaving her feeling like she'd just gotten her arm trapped in a Crocodile's jaws "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" she screamed, face twisted in agony even though she was the one doing the striking.

Ragna's face scrunched up upon Rindou's mangled arm connected against his skin Ragna expected some resistance from the brash woman however....
he didn't expect her to slam a arm like a bull rope into his face for dear life which not only stunned him. But unconsciously made him release Rindou mid-lift! Stumbling backwards in pain as he pressed his gargantuan palm against his already reddened face, panting as if he saw a ghost.

"W-what....' He said, mumbling quietly under his breath. Shooken by Rindou's metal as fuck maneuver. Giving Rindou some time to breathe while Ragna tried getting his barrings back.

Rindo's plan to get Ragna to release her worked! Rindo didn't have much of a reason to celebrate though given the excruciating pain that shot up her arm upon impact with Ragna's face "Arrghhh!!!! FUCK!!" Rindo hit the mat as Ragna dropped her, it was a rough landing but if Ragna had his way it would have been far worse for the redhead, not that that made Rindo feel any better about the pain "I'm gonna get you for that" she growled, even though her pain was self inflicted.

The barbarian would clumsily climb back up to her feet and let out a fierce battle cry fitting of her moniker as she charged at Ragna. Once she had gotten close enough she would throw her fist up in an arc towards Ragna's chin, intending to smash it with a powerful uppercut. It was a pretty standard and straightforward move, the kind she had been attempting all match and the kind Ragna would absolutely be expecting, but this kind of offense was what the girl was best at so she would stick to her guns "Orah!"