L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Jem was gone. Fully unable to appreciate the sizable orbs that rivaled her own, Jessica would cover her with something reminiscent of a smother. Indeed it would have been humiliating on some level for the gamer, if she were cognizant enough to experience it. She had recently been doing a string of streamed smother matches at home. She was undefeated in them, too. It was almost as if Jessica had known that this type of pin would have driven her point home on more than one level for Jem, for her fans. And sadly that message would have to be interpreted in the LAW medbay or in the locker room, wherever it was that Holland would come to her senses after suffering this decisive loss to the Violent Violet.

The referee counted somewhat begrudgingly. The audience booed as Jessica assumed her domineering position.

"TWO...!"

Jem's eyes would remain shut. She showed no signs of life and no perceivable efforts at breaking up this cocky pin and saving herself from being Jessica's first victim in the beginning of the journey that she believed was her conquest here at LAW....

"THREE!"

And with that, the bell rang. Jessica's victory was announced. Jem would remain there, stunned. Of the few losses she had suffered at LAW, this was gonna be the one that was hardest to swallow.....

Jessica kept her eye on the referee the entire time. She was not really sure why - there were no signs of life coming from the woman. Jessica wanted to wiggle a little bit, just to grind her boobs into Jem's face even more, but she resisted the urge. That would risk breaking the pin, and that was the last thing on earth that she wanted. This woman had quite a lot of spunk to her, and with the crowd behind Jem, Jessica was taking no chances. The two count rang out. Jessica held her breath.

Then it came. The three count. The final sign of her first victory here at LAW. Immediately, Jessica pushed herself up and raised both of her arms, not waiting for the ref. The crowd did not applaud her, no, quite the opposite. A torrent of jeers rained down on her, so her raised hands turned into two middle fingers. They did not have to like her. They just had to respect her. The timid little referee girl just touched her hand, but Jessica was absolutely fine with that. A win is a win is a win, in her book. It did not matter how you got there. The only thing that mattered was that at the end of the day, you were the only one standing.

And Jessica was standing tall. She cast one last look down at her defeated, naked opponent, and spat. With that, she turned and started walking back out of the ring, and up the ramp.

She had done everything she needed to do.