L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Oh, this was too cute. If Dizzy wasn’t so horny right now, she might burst out laughing.

Gabriel was undoubtedly the superior physical specimen here, and in a normal match, in normal circumstances, this would be over already. Here, though, things were a little bit different. More even. Dizzy had found a weakspot to focus on, and it all came down the devilish little digit working its way out of her mouth. Funny how crazy this match seemed at the outset, like it was totally not in her favor, but given Gabriel’s sensitivity, she might have met her match.

The woman could barely string together a coherent sentence, and Dizzy hadn't even really done anything yet. This was far from her final form.

Gabriel seemed determined to not lie there and take it, however fun that might’ve been. Dizzy let out a muffled yelp as she was suddenly flipped about and found herself on top, with the larger woman’s thick thighs closing in for a tighter grip. As much as she didn't mind having her face mashed up against a muff - a familiar position - the pain was real, and then there was the lack of oxygen. Passing out was real possibility.

Okay, she could work with that. Just meant she had to work faster.

More determined than ever, Dizzy picked up the pace and propped up on her feet, driving her face hard into the woman’s waiting crotch. It was her only option as the vice grip tightened and oxygen was forced out of her body at an alarming rate. While this wouldn’t get her to winning the match, if she could just weaken the woman with pleasure, she might have a chance. But the lights were already beginning to dim and her chances were slipping away…

This turn of events could be classified as amusing, according to the queen's friends, and distressing for the queen herself. Gabriel wasn't being so rational anymore since Dizzy decided to lick the blonde's crotch, but Gabriel was at fault for occupying her face as a dumbbell for her thighs.

"Hmm~!!" The queen moaned as Dizzy remained tenacious in tasting her crotch over her shorts. Insisting on continuing like this, humiliating Gabriel with it, picking up the pace without her being able to say or do anything that would work to finish off Bleti's daughter.

Gabriel was too proud to open her headscissor, and too horny to reverse the position. She wanted to win in this tiny squabble, but Belti was reversing the roles so the queen knew what it was like to receive pleasure. Very good compensation for all the abuse she'd given Belti, and Gabriel was enjoying it even if her brattishness proved otherwise. And that she was being seen and heard only amplified it.

"N-no, stop it! Please-they're watching uUuUsS!" Gasped the queen, grabbing Dizzy's head and pulling it deeper between her legs to see if cutting off the airflow would neutralize it. But it didn't work, that tongue wouldn't stop and-. "Hahhhh!" The queen arched up sticking out her tongue and uncurling her eyes as Dizzy pushed her to her first climax.

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Gabriel's legs closed with Belti's head still in the way, giving her neck a big hug for at least 20 seconds before relaxing and ending up lying on the canvas. Her hand went to her mouth to cover her embarrassment and tender sounds. And Belti's head was still using Gabriel's crotch as a kissing pillow.

If the little minx was still conscious after this, she might have a chance to do one more thing, but if not, Gabriel was going to retaliate to even this game.

The first thing Dizzy noticed was the smell.

It was a smell she was intimately familiar with from her countless late-night trysts. That heady, earthy scent, mixed with sweat, hung in the air and worked its way into her nose. A climax, and a fresh out. It was also on her tongue, and she lapped it up on reflexes, welcoming the taste like a tonic she hadn't drunk in ages.

It took her a moment to recognize the context, to remember what she’d been doing only a few moments ago. The crowd’s roar helped in that regard, bringing her back to reality - she had been working Gabriel to a climax, hadn't she? It seemed like she’d been successful, too, even if she’d been too unconscious to appreciate that. Shame, she’d bet it was an all-timer.

Blinking, shaking her head, she groggily started to push her way up with a lazy smile towards Gabriel. ”Was that…” She licked her lips. ”Was that good for you?”

Gabriel's chest heaved up and down, with each lick from the Italian her breathing became faster. Of all the things that could happen to her, this was the one she always wanted to avoid! And she didn't have the willpower to make herself respected. Her moans became more and more audible, even if her hand muffled her adoring scandal, and thought of anything, anything at all! so as not to get lost in the tide of pleasure, Dizzy finally managed to push the climax between the British woman's legs.

"MhhhhyyyaaaaAAAh~!!" Gabriel's chest rose with a tender moan, as legs closed around Belti's head. Her hand was unable to hold back that sweet, cute sound, thrilling the audience. After that, she deflated to the canvas with her hands outstretched and her legs spread, limp and with her knees up and shaking.

She had tightened the headscissor even more with the climax, but apparently not enough to turn Desdemona off. Who crawled on top of the queen, taunting her with a single sentence that would have the blonde squawking for no response.

The audience roared with excitement.

The queen shook her legs a little, recalling the heady, painful sensation. Belti had her talents and that put her to shame. But not for that, the queen would leave it at that-Gabriel would take her time to recharge and stop panting, then open one eye to see if her opponent was still on top of her. And Dizzy was still on top of her.

"Dizzy..." Gabriel said, blushing even more at the sight of her. She would grab the Belti girl by the cheeks. "...Get off me." She ordered.

The queen would arch upwards and then roll to the side to switch places with Desdemona. If she was successful, she would lay Dizzy flat on her back against the floor, and with a forearm across her throat to coax her, plus she would clasp one of her Dizzy's hands to hold her against the canvas. It would look like a seductive pin, but pins counted for nothing here.

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Lowering her face to hers, she would continue speaking.

"I'll give you a point, because it was good, and it's the biggest point I've ever given anyone." If Gabriel managed to keep things moving at her pace, she would get up as fast as her pride demanded. "So I hope it was worth it all." Her legs would still feel weak from the orgasm, but that cusp of pleasure wasn't enough to restrain her.

She'd roll her opponent over to tuck Dizzy's head between her legs still wet with excitement, and force Dizzy's ass up by hooking her fingers into Desdemona's trousers and yanking hard. If the queen went that far, her retaliation would be swift.

Shaking her hair out of her face, she would give Dizzy a pompous spank, look to both sides of the arena, waiting to hear the roar of the bleachers, and then slide her hands to Dizzy's waist to wrap them around her. "Because this is your prize, Desdemony." The queen would lift Dizzy into a headstand, with the Belti girl's face still between her legs. "The one you deserve for embarrassing a queen!" She would leap up to land butt first, nailing her opponent with a BBW piledriver!

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Viola. Another satisfied customer.

Dizzy’s talented tongue had worked with women worldwide, and she was glad to finally put those talents to good use in an actual ring. It probably wasn’t her best work - getting her head crushed in the process wasn’t exactly doing wonders for her state of mind - but judging by the sounds Gabriel was making, her results were more than productive.

Of course, Dizzy would have to smoke-and-mirrors this with her mother later, assuming she couldn't keep her from finding this match in the first place, but she was fairly confident she could handle that. Coming up with excuses for wild crap was a talent she’d had so much time to practice over the years.

It was a distant concern, one she was already working on in the recesses of her mind. In the real world, however, her focus was mainly on the face of the woman who had her ‘trapped’, and the dangerous look in her eyes. Something painful was about to happen.

Sure enough, Gabriel surged up, rolled over, and took her place on top of Dizzy’s body, pinning her to the floor and taking complete control…which wasn’t a bad thing, mind you. Her body pinning her down, that dominant tone in her voice, and that dangerous glint in her eye all drove Dizzy wild.

She cooed as Gabriel came and close and whispered, her hot breath pouring over her face. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind on how to respond. ”It totally was.”

Dizzy wouldn’t change that opinion, either, even as she was rolled over and hefted her up with her head tucked between Gabriel’s legs. Dizzy squirmed and fought, but there was no getting away from the bigger woman, no way to stop her as she plopped down and rammed her skull into the canvas.

Needless to say, it sucked. Dizzy’s world went white for a second, and when she came back, she was flat on her chest with a ton of pain going through her skull. Not the best place to be.

Still worth it, though.

Her blonde hair and skirt would float as she landed sitting down, bouncing off the canvas, shaking it with a thud as Dizzy's body reverberated and collapsed face down. Gabriel could swear she heard groans coming from the Belti girl. I mean: she was still lucid enough to feel.

The queen would sit on her own knees, take one of Dizzy's arms, and flip her over so she was lying on her back on the canvas. Then, she would get up, take a couple of steps back and after filling herself with energy, she would lift her leg in a big vertical split, displaying that dreamy curvy leg, with that wide, firm thigh, and that silky royal skin, and then drop down onto Dizzy's chest in a guillotine.

split dropleg

If that split Dropleg was another hit that Dizzy couldn't avoid, the queen would continue in that position– she would keep her hands on her knee, pushing her weight onto her leg lying on top of Dizzy's neck, just to keep sinking Desdemony's chest, wanting her to suffer the repercussions of that Dropleg, before getting up and forcing Dizzy to stand up, pulling her by her hair.

She would sink her fingers into Dizzy's brunette hair.

"You're a full-blown masochist, aren't you?" In her terms, most women would be screaming for mercy, not challenging her.

With her fingers rooted in Dizzy's head, she would bring her face closer to Dizzy's and whisper her breath into Desdemony's mouth, though without actually kissing her, Dizzy didn't deserve it.

"I wonder how you'll explain what you did to me to your mother..." Her words had that extortionate tone. Gabriel isn't a big fan of many female wrestlers, but she knows Angela Belti's story, as much as knows Nicholle Flanagan's, and she knows well that Ms. Belti doesn't adore female wrestlers who use the sport to vent their lust, like she does...

She didn't expect to achieve much with that sentence, and aside from that, Dizzy seems to want more of that rough treatment if she hasn't begged Gabriel for a break since the blows started raining down, so...

The queen would push Dizzy away, quickly turn around to turn her back to detonate a mule kick that would fly between Dizzy's legs, straight to her crotch!

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If that kick could get in too, she would grab Dizzy by the head as the crowd groans and drag her gracefully and dominatingly to the corner, where she would throw her down to sit her facing the turnbuckle. She would then place her knee on her throat for a knee choke. Her shiny, smooth, solid knee would press against that throat as the queen sank hard into her neck, and the referee only begs for her to let go.

“C'mon, Dizzy! Is holding on all you have?” The Queen roared. “Because I’m just getting warmed up,” she muttered, “and I want to try a few Drivers against that fortress of yours.” The excitement slipped out, revealed in those words.

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Gabriel still remembered Dizzy’s mischief inside her skirt—her legs trembling from the pleasure of having Dizzy so close to the edge of her dress, so close to the queen's weak spot— but that was just one more reason for Gabriel to take it upon herself to teach Dizzy the consequences of crossing a certain line with larger, more dangerous and very vengeful women if her mother didn't teach her.