L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Mizaki's world was a slurring mess - she could barely comprehend standing up right, never mind fighting back. Pride cometh before the fall for the chesty bluenette of course; she wouldn't simply signal to the referee that she could take no more. When in reality she had done just that mere moments into the match.

The words of the redhead were but a mumble to the disorientated Mizaki's ears, who didn't know whether her finish was nigh or continued brutality was on the cards. At least with the former, she'd have had a chance to counter.

In her mind, at least.

Hooked as Karla so desired, the arms of the chesty gal merely flopped as Karla yet again had her way with her. Before all at once, those arms were forced to flop darn near straight up, with her legs doing the same!

Her body would fall flat following Karla's finishing strike, with no motion from her frame save for the subtle rising and falling of her torso to signify she was at least still breathing. All the whilst the referee had kicked off her feet to near slide next to the bluenette, before indeed registering she was out cold!

They always fall the same.
Right onto their backs. Lifelessness in their eyes, but some in their chest. They were peaceful, dreamt maybe, and Karla took a second to soak it in, then pounced. A leg threw itself over Mizaki’s abdomen, planted the other side and straddled her tummy. She reached back, hooked the back of their knee and pulled it against her hip. Her hand positioned right by their head, leaned forward and gazed into their expression, relishing in every detail with a smile.

The referee joined their side, and thus, let their hand start the pinfall…

“One!”
“...TWO!”

"THREE!"

Near instantly, the official didn't reach for Karla's hand. No, that would come after she motioned to the side - an X raised by crossing up her arms, which usually signalled the end of a match prematurely due to injury. Given the match was over, there was only one justification for throwing up such a signal.

"She's out..." Bellowed to the ringside attendants, her voice near cut out by the ringing of the bell. Though they evidently heard it, given their prompt retreat up the ramp likely in search of medical aid if not a stretcher.

Though the match itself would still be classed as a victory via pinfall given Karla's speed in opting for the cover - with the referee soon reaching for her arm to raise all the same. All the whilst behind her, attendees would look to scramble over the bluenette that damn near slurred into the canvas...

That was that.
The bell's song was a rush of pleasure. Her chin turned up, eyes shut and she sunbathed in the overhead lights. The referee's tug on her arm after the signal made her snap the limb away. She threw it up on her own, stood and looked down with a cheshire grin, then stepped away, brushed her heels against the mat and left the ring. This was a snack of a match, but it hardly took one bite to win...

Winner via Pinfall: Karla "Ray" Reinhardt