L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Jazmine couldn't help but laugh with every desperate smack of Daisuke’s head bouncing off her rock hard abs. The way his hands clawed at her wrists, trying to pry her grip loose, only made her dig in harder. She planted her heels deeper into the mat, rolling her hips just enough to crank that far leg tighter against her chest while her free leg shoved the other one out even wider. And from her vantage point she even got an excellent view of his briefs riding up into places no proud prince ever wanted cameras to catch.

“Aww hell no, you still talkin’ big after all that?” she laughed, voice loud and nasty so the front row could hear every word. She couldn't quite understand what he had said, but she could tell it probably wasn't that flattering. “Keep bangin’ that pretty head on me if you want. I'm just gonna make it tighter.”

She arched her back harder, driving her weight down so his shoulders stayed glued to the canvas, then shifted her grip to lock both hands around his ankle for even more control. The crowd was eating it up, some of them already chanting her name while others just howled at the sight of the so-called wrestling prince stuck in a full on humiliation split. Jazmine soaked it in for a second, grinning down at his red face before she made her next move.

With a sudden twist of her torso she eased the pressure, just for a couple of seconds, creating just enough space to attempt the next level of the hold. She tried to roll him further up onto his upper back, folding him so tight that his own bulge would press right into his face. If she pulled it off, it would be the most humiliating finish imaginable. Spine bent nearly to the breaking point and the proud prince smothered by his own manhood. The repositioning took real strength and timing, and she knew there was a risk Daisuke might try to explode out the second she gave him that tiny bit of breathing room. But the risk would be well worth the reward... if she could only stretch him out for a little while longer...

His desperate attempts to try and escape only made his opponent laugh. She was certainly in quite a dominant position and perhaps victory was indeed near for Jazmine. The wrestling prince continued to struggle, doing everything he could to try and escape this position. His legs were completely trapped and being stretched wider and wider in the split. His hands continued to claw and pry at her wrists but it was clear that Jazmine had no intention of letting her man go. He continued to struggle and cry out in pain, his crotch was already dangerously close to his face with the fabric riding up between his groin and asscheeks in a humiliating fashion.

When all seemed to be lost for him, the female wrestler would ease up the pressure. That was all that he needed! In an instant, he would kick his legs free and using his hands push her wrists off his limbs, powering his way out as he rolled forward. Daisuke was still in got a good position as he crawled forward, grabbing his briefs and adjusting them to make sure there was no more humiliating shots of him. He crawled to the referee, grabbing his pants as he used them to slowly pull himself back up, almost using him as a meat shield to halt her momentum if she decided to chase after him.

"Hah...who the hell is she? Urgh, where did you....urgh where did LAW find this crazy woman" he said, trying to recover and perhaps.....even bait her towards himself and the ref.