L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

By natural contrast, Kim was on cloud nine. The young relative newcomer seemed to be in control, while she had a bit of a scary spot in the corner when Chantelle pounded on her, she managed to turn the battle around nicely and now had this veteran girl right where she wanted her.

"Like this? My father taught me this hold. And the right way to keep it nice and secure~" Kim mused out, pulling on the hold harder as her innocent and almost bubbly happiness was probably worse than straight up trash talk. As this girl was almost having fun, treating it like a game as she pulled within her snuggie.

Yet the hold itself was no joke, she made sure to keep Chantelle's arm locked between her legs and pulled along her chin and face with her hands tight and hard as she could. Looking to wear down Chantelle as she sensed the older woman was trapped in a real struggle which was a good sign.

Chantelle couldn't quite believe things were going as bad as they were. Her diminutive foe was making an utter mockery of the veteran with seemingly effortless ease! She kicked, twisted and tugged, but Kim had too much leverage for her to be able to break loose. The pain swelled in her arm until Chantelle couldn't handle it anymore.

"AGGH! LEMME GO! I give! I submit! AIIGGHHH!" Chantelle smacked the mat desperately with one hand, tears welling in her eyes as she flailed around helplessly like a fish out of water. She knew the rules did not require Kim to release her after submitting like that, but she couldn't take the pain anymore. She had to try something to get free, even if that meant debasing herself in front of these fans...

"Uuuh, this is a knockout match not a submission one. S-sorry." Kim said with an apologetic tone, as Chantelle seemed to frantically smack and beg for release submitting but the relative newcomer knew the rules and well, the match was not gonna stop with a submission as indeed the referee did nothing with this attempt to stop the pain.

Still, Kim felt a little bad. She didn't mean to reduce her foe to tears in all honesty, so her aim was to apply pressure with the crossface a little longer, just to weaken her foe before she would break the hold to give her a bit of a breather. An act of mercy which again showed how on top of things she was as she stood over the veteran and gave her a bit of space, as she thought over the best way to knock her out again to spare the pain.