L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

A thunderous sound echoed across the arena. A moment of pain. A bright flash before his eyes. And the rest was no longer important.

He didn’t have enough strength to do something about it. Tomás’s body went limp and his mind transferred somewhere between the real world and the world of dreams. Perhaps that was good because, in such a state, it wasn’t the worst option to go out. He’s used to the quick, flash knockouts that would take whatever happened moments prior away from memory. It wasn’t good for the brain, mind you. However, compared to that spin cycle from Eliza’s Ballroom Roller, he’d take the knockout any day. The rolling, the crushing, being tossed around over and over, flopping about in a daze, the world whizzing about in a dazzling array of colors, and that was before getting to the crushing pressure...

The Portuguese man completely missed those few moments before the clap of the referee. Therefore, Blair claimed the spoils of victory before it became official, causing the Portuguese man to completely miss quite the experience. His slack body couldn’t protest, nor resist Blair claiming the proverbial throne. Eventually, the loud sound near his ear made his mind slightly clear. As if booting up an old legacy computer. The terrible headache was nothing more than an old friend to someone so young. Gradually, the ability to hear surrounding sounds soon returned to him. And those sounds were pretty obvious. Even before the harsh landing, he resigned to his fate, knowing he gave his best against the more experienced foe.

The ashen-haired man tried to open his eyes, but the fog obscured his vision. But even he could see something that was very up close. A nice view to wake up to. One that a louder slap on the mat would interrupt.

“Three!”

With that, the bell rang, and the erupting cheers of the audience followed milliseconds after. It was all over. Tomás would sigh, staring up at the lights above the two. It was a tough match, one that Tomás hoped he showed his stubbornness and tenacity. But he wasn’t ready to humiliate himself here any longer.

At least, he has a nice view in front of him.

Blair did warn him.

She hoped he didn’t take the facesitting personally. Many of her opponents did, seeing it as a slight, a humiliation, a way to diminish them even further in defeat. She could understand why they might come to such a conclusion, but it was never the case. While she had queened certain opponents out of malice, she only ever did so when they’d done something to arouse her ire, which Tomas certainly had not. He had been nothing but the picture of a gentleman.

But there were traditions to be kept, rituals to meet, and even in her old age, she strove to abide by them. Besides being her trademark, she saw it as a mark of honor - to be so close to an ass as divine as hers, to have this radiance bless your face? What could be better?

The final count came down, the bell rang, and just like that, Blair Dame had claimed her first victory in LAW. She took a moment to both bask in the audience’s applause and enjoy the sensation of Tomas’ face between her cheeks, loving the way his features wriggled against her skin. Her cheeks clenched, glutes flex, and she fought the temptation to enjoy her seat for longer, but no - she’d had her fun, there was no need to be rude.

With a longing sigh, Blair Dame abdicated her throne, standing up and letting his face free. She stepped forward and rolled her neck, getting all the kinks out before spinning about on her heels to look his way again.

”A good bout, young man.” She extended a hand his way, both to help him up and to offer her gratitude. ”You’ve still a ways to go as a wrestler, but you’re off to a good start, I would say. The next time we fight, I expect to see improvement. Understood?”

She did warn him. Though somehow Tomás assumed that she was joking. A woman of her word and then some.

It was a peculiar place to be. His eyes would open, opting to fight against the small, faint voice telling him to not wake up at all. His body felt like a heavy bag, sore from all the shots he took in the corner. At the moment, his eyes preferred the sight of the White Widow’s ass, only because the lights were too blinding. He saw the referee looking down, checking if he still had his wits together. Though Blair was making it slightly difficult, still perched upon her “seat”.

Another feeling was introduced, the moment he realised this was yet another loss on his record. Not a great start to his career in Japan, but as Blair talked to him, he understood that there was only so far he could go without any wrestling. Sure, he had shown grit and was stubborn to the end, but even if he broke this pin, he wouldn’t have the strength to oppose anything his opponent would throw at him, who dominated almost the entire match. Heck, he couldn’t oppose Blair enjoying the spoils of victory as her ass played with his facial features. Not the worst thing to experience, many men and even women would want to be in his place, but it was the principle of it all.

Still, Tomás will take the compliment any day. So far, all of his opponents have shown him respect and were gracious in victory. And that’s something that made it all the better. He gave it his all. He got as far as he could with the toolset that he had and even got the Frenchwoman in trouble. Not a bad showing.

After gathering his strength, Tomás took the offered hand, grunting as he pulled himself up to his feet. The only thing that he’d have to worry about is where to find a place or someone to help improve. Especially if Blair is gracious enough to allow a rematch in the future. But that’s tomorrow’s problem. “Si…I understand…” The ashen-haired man nodded, thumping his fists together in a showing of respect. From kickboxer to kickboxer. He could only offer that much.