L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

So, her signature was delayed vertical suplex? Pretty oldschool, Beatrice liked it. So many wrestlers these days felt they had to add something to the classic, put their own kind of spin on it and ‘make it theirs’. She could respect that line of thinking, but in her opinion, sometimes it was best to stick with the simple stuff. In this case, it worked well for Nef - easy to execute, she knew how to work with the move, sold it well enough, she thought.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for her partner to move in for the pin. That was typically how these things worked - go for your signature, try a pinfall; sometimes it would work, maybe it wouldn’t. Beatrice was already prepared for the woman to come over her.

And oh, did she ever.

Beatrice’s eyes shot wide as Nefretiri, for lack of a better word, poured over her, laying across her body in what some might’ve called a pin. Her wrists were seized and pressed down, and for a moment, Beatrice feared she had done something to legit piss the woman off, though she couldn't imagine what that would be.

Then she spoke, and those fears were gone and replaced with somethinging heavier. Hotter. She was suddenly acutely aware of their bodies’ proximity to each other, the curves pressing between them, Nefretiri’s heartbeat thrumming against her chest, her breath flowing across her face like a hot, desert wind.

Keep it together, keep it together. People were watching, eyes were all over.

”I’mokayI’mokay.” She hurriedly whispered back as her body responded to Nef’s touch, involuntarily grinding back against her. ”But you’re…you’re too…” She closed her eyes and chewed at her lip, fighting back the raging sensations, warring between what she needed to do and what she wanted to do.

"Too what?," asks Nefretiri immediately. "Is it too tight? Don't worry, I have it covered."

She may have misunderstood what Beatrice meant. Or Beatrix, rather. She'll have to learn her real name later. For now, she feels the other girl's body shifting into her, voluntarily grinding. It isn't that she's a mind-reader, despite what her gimmick might suggest; she's simply... not immune to her own pins, one might say. The act of pinning a girl down was dominant enough, but to pin her down in such a way as that it's a full-body affair, every corner to corner, it becomes even more of a visceral thrill. So even behind the concern she's trying to hide from the audience is a subtle - for the audience, at least - inwards buck of her body against Beatrix's.

To the outside world, it would look like forcefully establishing the dominant position over the other girl.

Between Nefretiri and Mistress Beatrix, it couldn't have been more deliberately angled. Her outer-thighs flex against the blonde's inner-thighs, her hips pressing assertively into the gap to meet her directly. Her smoothly-chiseled midsection shifts along her belly, inwardly wishing Beatrix's attire showed off a bit more midsection. The breasts brush together, as if establishing a hierarchy between the two.

Her hands twist a little, digging into the forceful claim over Beatrix's wrists to assure she remains lying pinned and taut beneath her.

Cameras continue flashing, capturing the moment of their eyes meeting, every writhe of Beatrix's body beneath the Egyptian, the way they're looking at one another - as predator to prey, Nefretiri's lips parted with each eager breath.

"Rest for now. I'm going to pull your shoulder up for you. We're not done. I am not done with you."

That sentence means more than just the surface. She's aware of it, herself.

"That will make these people... either very happy, or very angry. I like both." Her hips shift, a discreet but indulgent figure-eight roll between her legs. "And I'm going to tell off your... friend. Partner. Whatever she is to you. Let me make up hurting you, though. Listen..."

The referee drops down beside the two of them, unawares as Nefretiri lowers her face beside the blonde's. Her hair falls like a silky black curtain, obscuring her face - and words - against prying eyes and ears. "..get up while my back is turned. Hit me. Don't hold back. I don't want to fake it. I want to... feel what you can do. I'll know you're done when you try to pin me..."

"ONE!," shouts the referee, her hand slapping the mat.

"Understand?"