L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Screams were filling the parking lot to the brim—one with anger, the next, agony. Her leg muscles flexed, thrusting until it became rigid like steel. There was no remorse. And when he fell like a sack of flesh and meat, she started to giggle. Joy burbled like spring bubbles in her stomach, culminating in a smile. Slowly, she sat up. She grabbed the Jeep's fender and pushed. Strain cried out in her bicep, making it wobble. Over her shoulder, she watched him crawl away like an insect.

"Oh, no. Your potential offspring will feel that one for years."

Suddenly, she erupted into laughter. Her smile became wide and wicked as pain feasted on her mind like maggots. No longer was pain hindering her, left with only one desire: making him suffer. It ignited the strength to stand once more. Her knees digging inward, loose hairs swaying across her bloodshot eyes as she heaved kilograms of air in and out.

Then, she lumbered forward while humming an upbeat tune. Her barrings were ill, same with her pulsating back, unhinging her balance. It led her to careen straight into a car's front, its occupants flashing cameras as she dragged her hand across the hood. She paused, wiping the blood off her cheek before continuing to hum. Then, she unfastened her belt and lashed her own thigh—a warning.

Car-to-car she went, leaning on the hoods, dragging her feet. And at the end of the row of automobiles lay an open stretch. A jet-black limousine filled the space - The Reinhardt Limo, its license plate bearing their last name. She didn't mind he'd seek refuge upon its reflective hull. In fact, she relished this prospect. Leaving became much more straightforward. Before long, she finally caught up, standing behind him, leaning on one hip with the folded belt in tow.

"Who knew, even with all those muscles, you couldn't keep someone half your size pinned for three simple seconds. You must feel so frail. Humiliated, even?" Her voice trailed off into a growl, picked up by another laugh.

"Poor, poor, Killer King. You hear that?"

She cracked the belt against her thigh one last time. "Listen closely. That, my masked hundchen, is the church bell, calling the funeral on your expired career!" To cement these malicious words, she'd try and whip Killer across his bare, burnt back! Not once, nor twice or thrice! Four times!

King is in pain after getting his balls spiked by her damn boots, heels, whatever they are, was too much in pain about his crotch from her vicious low blow. Crawling and suffering in pain as he need to get himself some space from Karla, who knows how much she recovers while he tries to do it himself, feels like taking forever to move away and find a place for him to get himself standing as he can, but the masked beast soon hear her damn sexy voice, the sadistic woman sounding like she enjoys taunting him since he is down and suffering, he doesnt know what she is up to as he is focusing on trying to get back up on his feet while clutching on his throbbing balls.

Which she mocks him while he slowly pulling himself up on a vehicle, he wanted to socket her in the eye, but by the time he got up and tries to turn around, she finished taunting him and takes a nasty whip to his extremely exposed back from the boiling hot coffee Karla poured on him earlier. Each time she hitting his bare backs, not only the sound of her cracking hips was loud but the pain is extra excruciating painful! "GAHHHH! NGHHHH! FUCK!" He endured first hit but afterward, he couldnt holding in the pain at all, it forced him to arching back and standing up quickly, further leaning on the car.

He pounded his fists on the car, doesnt care where he hit it, just wanted to divert the pain somewhere else. King turn to see the side view mirror that made him punch it hard enough to break it right off, felt good to get his mind off the pain, but the beast goes to leaning himself over the hood of the car, He feels depleted after cried out so much and his whole body just suffering too much already, just when he was close to destroying Karla and now he is at the receiving end. "Fuck me....... ngh...."

Screams like honey; harvested through firm hands, wielding a belt as the instrument, folded, and reddening skin by the salvo. Enthrallment didn’t merit half of it. But Euphoria. Through each swing, she laughed and laughed and laughed. Even when his fists pounded the limousine, she didn’t care. But after the fourth, she stopped, letting her breath roll like the idle wind. And after picking up the fallen mirror, she hopped onto the limo's jet-black hood and peered into the chipped reflection.

“I am really bleeding. Is that how you handle a woman of class?”

She giggled, leaping onto the Limousine’s roof with a graceful skip. A twirl swept her step, both arms shot out, her leg kicking back before stomping down with impact! Then, she raised one hand, beckoning him while placing the mirror on her hips, the reflection aimed at Killer King. “Come on, my prey. Come and get me! Stop squealing like a pig and fight! I thought you wanted my body all for yourself. Exposed, public, shamed before the wretched millions who want to witness the great Karla Ray Reinhardt, our universal superior, no, a goddess! Be violated by the hands of some sweaty, masked monster. How funny...”

King back just screaming out in pain from multiple whips after it suppose to be healing from the burns but her sickening idea of punishing the monster is just brutal, kind of like her ideas but rather use it on her instead! He groaned now that he resting on the car, but realized its a limo, never been in one or at least this particular kind, King hearing her words that sounding she is taunting him while being underneath the red head woman, just mocking the beast, sounding like she wanted to lure him to the top of the limo..... his anger just grew more and more, can feel his head hurting just only by getting pissed off. "Ngrrrrrrrrrrrr...."

He touches his back to check the pain, felt something warm and wet, went to look at his hand to see his blood, must of crack the skins after her whip breaking it open, no matter to him, now what he wanted is her and his hands on her, everything himself on Karla, want to fuck her up and fuck her body when he win this match!

He slowly climb on the hood of the limo while still on his knees, feel like he is bowing to her and that annoys him a lot... channeling the pain out of his mind and focusing on fucking her up somehow... looking up at the red head standing there gloating King, he wanted to rip her apart so badly right now! "Grrrrr GRRRRR! You dont know when to stop getting cocky dont you?!"

With a small burst of adrenaline rush, King pushes himself up and lunges right at Karla attempt to get his hands over her face with bit of blood of his to smear right over her, trying to blind the woman! If he succeed, King now can try putting his hand between her shapely legs while other to pushes her one arm around his neck so his hand over the shoulder, both hands goes to scoop Karla up and flip her upside down, rotating until he can get her face up against his bulges while his own snout wedging between the thighs, hugging her waist and wasting no time, King goes to drop down on his knees, hurting him or not, does it anyway just to make this bitch feel her head hitting on the limo roof by the Tombstone Piledriver! "HURGH!"

Her gaze is drunk and poisonous. Her footing? Unsteady like logs bobbing in the water, watching him crawl onto the hood like a peasant, crippled by a Reinhardt’s power. The very sight paralyzed her with bliss. “That’s it. Crawl to your new Goddess, whimper and grovel, then kiss the Reinhardt's foot..”

Goading him was half her desire; the other was far more simplistic. She loved her voice. Every syllable that slipped felt like wine, punishing those beneath her by sweeping them off her ivory pedestal. So, saying she was oblivious to his attack was an understatement. A scarlet-wet hand cloaked her eyes, smearing blood into her eyes. It stung like being smothered by embers. It beckoned her voice to screech. Girlish, a stark contrast to her grim tone as pain loosened her vocals.

“AAHH, What tripe is thi--” Seconds later, his hands dared venture between her legs, the sensation drowned in disorienting pain that cusped her face. Blood rushed into her head as her body flipped upsidedown, the heat of a bulge smothering her visage. She flushed scarlet, overflowing with sudden embarrassment and shame, the feeling of a snout pushing against her valley. Compressed by brawny arms, her arms and hair dangled idly like vines, turning her head to whine and struggle. But with a large man holding her hips, it was in vain. Then a decisive thud as her skull spiked the metal canvas, causing her body to bounce. A short scream left her velvet lips. Arms folded, falling to either side with a broken will. Her hips spanked the roof as her limbs jiggled and splayed out, spread-eagle. Nothing but idle breath left that foul mouth; the slow rise and fall of her latex-covered chest, the twitch of her head as her warm cheek pressed into the chilly surface. “Blegh..”

King is just so damn pissed that even when her mocking him, the pain he is enduring also making him mad too, everything just building him up enough to just wanted to 'fix it' by kicking Karla ass! Thankfully he was able to smother her eyes with his blood to blind her long enough to send her up in his strong arms before quickly dropped her head first on the top of someone limo, not caring about the damage done to the car but rather do MORE on the bitch Karla, seeing her dropping laying there on top seeing her stunned from impact, giving him a short amount of time to take a breather, dropping his hands on the roof while panting a bit, nearly pressing his bulges over her face not intentionally but he is still recovering... "Huff... huff..."

He slowly getting off her face to sit down on the roof beside her, feeling fairly tired after lifting Karla up to spike that damn skull of hers, he can go for the pinfall right now but rather, since he is still feeling angry, wanted to abuse the bitch even more, wanted her to suffer as much as he is. By the time he felt a wee bit better as he sweating hard underneath the mask that comes out from the bottom, seeping the sweats, the beast made a low growls at Karla, scanning her tight body suit, got an idea what he wanted to do next.

"Grrrr.... is your head hurting that much? huff.... I can help you channel it somewhere else!" He said, kneeling in position then sliding his hands underneath her leathery body so that the dirty beast could scoop her up quickly off the roof not to throw her off but instead dropping her back, draping over his extending knee in his Backbreaker! "GRRRRR!" He isnt done yet, wanted to make things worst for her as well make him feel better... he put his one hand over her crotch to grip to Iron Claw on while pushing the lower half down. On the other hand, he goes to place it on one of her breasts to grip on as well, Iron Claw it and pushes down the upper half, together, bending Karla backward and mauling her crotch and breast at the same time, triple the submissions, triple the pain, triple the fun! "GRRRRRRRR! TAP! TAP OUT FUCKER!!!"

Things turned around like riptide. From dominance, commanding tribute; the limo; her pedestal that stood above everyone. A cameraman joined the spectacle, broadcasting her berating while King clambered up those marble steps to reach the self-proclaimed goddess. Then she was smeared, turned upside down and spiked. Like that. From Queen to rag-doll.

“I’ll… kill… I’ll…”

Her body splayed belly-up across the cold jet black metal. Fingers curled like shorted circuits, kicking to life, then dying again. So did her feet, turning side to side. She saw nothing but black, the pungent smell of sweat itching her nose. Yet, everything was a haze. What could she do? Nothing. Still, the fight continued. Like a soldier marching with one limb lost, she’d be the recipient of another attack. Wind brushed her backside, a head rush surging into a petty headache. Then a scream. Her back thrust onto his knee like a spear impaling her spine. Clenching her knuckles until they were ghost-white, she bared her teeth and clammed her eyes closed. Then another prong to his assault. Breasts and her cloaked womanhood became targets of his arms, grabbing handfuls and crossing a line of pleasure to a siege of stabbing agony. Each finger brought its own pulse, punching her core, chest, and spine, arching more across his knee. She grabbed the wrist that clawed at her covered sex while her hips thrashed, kicking her legs with mindless abandon.

“C-CEASE!!” She’d plead while biting back tears.

The multiple head-spikes, the powerbombs through objects and slams onto concrete already made her tender. Now, the firm frame of Karla “Ray” Reinhardt became malleable within the beast’s hands, bent like a U, her spine primed to pop at any moment. Still, she held on. No surrender, no admission of defeat. A Reinhardt could never, ever, ever voice their surrender. Her career could never handle what would happen next.

“N... NEIN... NEVER! Y-YOU HEAR ME?! N-… N-… NO!”

King bending her so far backward that she is starting to shaping out like a U while his perverted hands mauling at her crotch and chest at the same time while working to pushes her down, trying to get her to admit defeat, but he knows how stubborn this woman is and only thing he can do to make her lose to him, is the finisher, only way he can clearly win the match and ending their rivalry as well claiming her as his own, always wanted a red head as his personal pet for him to 'train' with.

He watches her cried out in pain while grabbing at his wrist trying to break free, he could hear Karla pathetic words not wanting to give up while he pressuring on her spine even more, grunting as he shoving her body down over his knee, wanted her back to weaken well enough so that he can take advantage of her pain for his soon finisher. "GRRRRRR! No huh?! GRRRR! Well then, how about I knock you out?! Like I did last time! GRRRRRR!"

When he finally got bored of breaking her back, he release both of her bust and crotch so he can take his hands to grab her head and peeling Karla off his knee, slowly pulling her up with him in a stand, face to face, ready to end her. King went to thrust her head under his left muscular arm while pulling her arm around his neck, he lightly groans cause of his beaten body from her but tries to hunch over to grab both of her shapely legs using it to lift her up going to spread it out for everyone to see. Just like before when he defeated her, going to use it again for further humiliation! King tries to jump off the limo going down on the concrete floor to make one big impact on her into his finisher- Muscle Buster! "GRRRRRR!" Knowing it will hurt him but not as much compare to Karla!

Escape is an ephemeral prospect. A lightweight, trapped by hands more than double her strength, threatened to snap her in half. Yet, she held on. Why? It became pointless—needless pain and suffering, devouring every inch of her body. There was no reason to endure other than pride. The core of her resolve, the muster behind the words. That and sure, utter, rage. Thankfully, Killer King wanted nothing less than a humiliating pinfall. A feat he failed twice, with the surprise Pedigree to the powerbomb through multiple surfboards, punching onto unforgiving asphalt. Now, the words rung like church bells. It was coming.

Sheer flexibility kept injury at bay, but the tear of muscle left her spine unwilling to rectify without issuing another wave of pain, leaving exhaustion in its weak. Whatever strength she’d hope to salvage concentrated in her legs, the remaining bastion. With that, she’d stun L.A.W universe. Being tugged by her hair, the lifeless heel dragged her feet underneath, arms at her sides like idle vines, her eyes, mouth all slightly parted, aimless and confused. A wince swiped across the meagre twitch of her upper lip, remnants of her waning fury. Waning, but not extinguished. She’d hunch beneath his armpit, her right thrown draped over his nape like a swath of silk. With his pause, she geared up her legs, bending the knees like coils. His hands reached, cusped and tried to lift. NOW! She told herself.

Her left arm crossed over, trying to reach across his throat. She exploded with her legs, timed with his attempted lift, hoping to break free from his grip. Should she prevail, her feet would go over his shoulder, causing a flip. The grip tightened over his throat; her body’s momentum now aimed towards the limo’s metal surface. As her flip finished, her feet dipped by his right hip, then she torqued back, trying to force an arch to spike his head into the metal. What could this be? Nothing else but a Tornado Blackout!

King is getting ready to really finish her off, he knows his body getting fairly close to his limit after the pain he have gone through, mostly at his head all thanks to Karla slamming his skull on the chairs, hit by mirror, just everything what he could remember, his head just hurting alot already, but now that Karla is getting the receiving end, its time to make her pay for all she have done to him! Getting her sexy weak body up and tucking head under his muscular arm, he goes to grab the legs and quickly lifting her up so he can send her upside down on his shoulder for his famous finisher the Muscle Buster! "HMPH!"

Just as he goes to lift Karla and soon hop off the limo to dive down impacting her, knowing he can pin and win, or knock her ass out and win, whichever works for him, but he felt her slipping out of his grasp probably her leathery suit bit slippery from his sweaty hands, unable to grip on her legs and that made his heart skip in almost fear, hate making mistake! He growls in anger only to get wrapped around his neck while tilting backward, felt her momentum spinning him until with a sudden jerk to send him right down backward and hitting the top of the limo with such impact, made his large body bounces! "URGH!"

His body arches in an angle from where he landed his head in, which his beastly head sank into the limo about an inch or two before his whole body dropped flat on the limo, the crowd that watches it happening just gasp by surprise, seeing Killer King the most known notorious masked heel wrestler of all time, just suddenly stop moving other than his limbs twitching on the spot, he couldnt move with his head nearly lodged in. Now, King just barely groaning in the position, couldnt believe his Muscle Buster got countered!