L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It wasn't a pretty move that Karen pulled off, having practically hoisted Dixie in the roughest manner she could muster given the desperation to her. But said move had paid the bills so to speak, and Dixie was now rendered over Karen's extended knee gut first! With Karen practically roaring from the success!

Success that would inspire more from the darker haired amazon, as she pushed herself to her feet near enough immediately following the gutbuster move. To bend down over Dixie, with her hands shooting to the Texan's shoulders! Pulling with strength that left Dixie without choice in terms of whether to rise or not, Karen would look to turn Dixie amidst her lift so that the Texan was looking away from her. From such a pose, it was hard for Karen to resist outright striking at the big gals rear side. Though somehow she resisted doing just that, as she instead pressed on with locking a more painful maneuver than simply clubbing at her hated foes rear side!

For Karen would look to tuck her shoulder against Dixie's back as she bent forward, briefly grazing her head across Dixie's shoulder blades, as her hands went up and around the big Texan's thick thigh and neck. With another roar of pain, she wouldn't waste time as she brought Dixie skyward - chest and face to the sky, as she went full force in bending the woman clean in two!

Ala torture rack!

Her abs were practically devastated by that gutbuster, gasping and gagging for air back into her lungs, Dixie laid on her side with her arms wrapped around her midsection, desperate to get proper air back into her lungs. Yet, she wasn't about to be lucky enough to catch her breath that was for damn sure. Dixie tried to roll over onto her front, but before she could do that Karen was already grabbing her. Forcing the blonde up towards her feet.

She was forced to face away from Karen, as the mighty raven haired Amazon began to lock her up from behind. Dixie grabbed at Karen's hand as it grabbed at her chin and neck, trying to pry it off, but it was too little, too late. She was heaved up onto Karen's shoulders and splayed out across them! Her body bending and arching over her rival as she locked in that powerful torture rack!

"Aaagh!..W-why you lil'!...Rghh!" Dixie grunted and groaned, her body being put through a hell of a lot of pain as her chest pushed upwards, her body being stretched out all the while her back was burning with pain.

The moment Karen had Dixie up on her shoulders, she stared off into a random spot in the crowd. Not to glare to anyone in particular mind, but to simply focus on a random spot as she put all her strength at the task in hand. Namely, bending the figure atop her shoulders clean in two!

For Karen wouldn't simply pour on the pressure constantly for a slow burn. No, instead she'd hold Dixie at a mildly uncomfortable angle for moments at a time as she braced herself for what was to come. Before she'd squat - as far down as she dare, with her large rear close to the ground with how far she went! With Karen's biceps flexing throughout the entire motion, as she looked to force Dixie into such a brutal bend, that those watching would be under the impression that something was going to snap!

Be it Dixie's spine, or her attire!

For Karen had no intent of simply bringing Dixie down once. Naturally the moment she had squatted down to her limit, she would straighten up. Before repeating her squat!

On display for the whole crowd to see, that was what Dixie's body was right now! She gasped out, gritting her teeth to try and not released too many pained yelps and groans! Hissing out between those clenched teeth as her body was stretched out over Karen's shoulders, bent backwards....the torture rack working over the strong back of the Three count cowgirl!

Karen's power was not to be denied, and the crowd got to see that first hand as the raven-haired babe began to lower herself down, squatting and bringing a whole new sensation of pain coursing through the spine of Dixie! "Grahh!....L-let me...go! Rrgh!" She growled and shouted out. She arch she was forced into began to threaten the craftsmanship of her cowhide west. The laced up portion of her front, wasn't holding has solid as it was meant to. A notch broke, loosening it a little as the large bust of the cowgirl pushed out against the outfit! Stretching it beyond what it was meant to. It still held, but it was under as much of a strain as the back of the Texan was!

Dixie tightened her hands into fists, swinging and kicking what ever she could. She struggled wildly on top of those shoulders, as Karen continued to squat down and then bring them up. The Texan would try and swing her arm down, trying to nail Karen right in those tits of hers with some wild strikes! Looking to fight her way out of the hold tooth and nail!

Karen was fighting through the pain of being struck, despite the fact that Dixie was imbuing those already heavy strikes with both adrenaline and desperation. Karen's bust was already jiggling hard from her squatting motion, but Dixie's strikes sent them into overdrive. They practically didn't stop, as she continued in her efforts to bounce the cowgirl on her shoulders!

Snarling back at Dixie's physical and verbal demands, Karen's eyes were clenched to the point of being tightly shut as she outright bit through her lip to endure the pain. She wasn't confident she could force Dixie to outright give in to this torture rack, but that wouldn't matter. Not when the rest of the match would feature a Texan with a neatly-broken spine, as Karen continued!

Up and down her chesty frame went, with biceps growing in an effort to force Dixie's feet to practically touch Karen's own hips!

Dixie's back was forced to go through a whole marathons worth of torture at this rate. Her back was being ravaged with pain, spasming a bit on top of Karen's powerful shoulders as she did what she could to fight back, biting down on her bottom lip to avoid literally screaming out in pain. She shook her head, trying to bear with the pain as she threw wild blows down at Karen's massive rack!

The blonde would suddenly shift tactics though! She would swing her arm towards Karen's head instead, trying to nail her in the skull with a few elbows, all the while the Three-Count Cowgirl's other hand moved to grab at Karen's hand, trying to pry it off of her chin as the Texan was desperately trying to free herself from the torture rack....she had to do anything she could, before it was too late.

Despite the pain, Karen was somehow fighting through it. Again and again she squatted, forcing Dixie to bend until she could practically hear her spine creak. The amazon wanted to go on - to prove that she could outright power through the might of someone like Dixie Clemets to obtain victory when she truly wanted it. But it wasn't so much the pain in her head, her chest or even the twisting agony now afflicted to her wrist that was stopping her.

It was her own general fatigue! And that of the strain of squatting a figure as weighty as Dixie's over and over again!

Finally reaching her limit, with her body red from both exhaustion and the damage Dixie had put upon her, Karen threw the cowgirl off not in a sudden, all at once manner, but rather her lower half first.

Pushing at Dixie's ample thighs to have them swing out back off of her shoulders, Karen would all at once come down as Dixie was set to do the same. With her hands coming up to catch Dixie's head as she did - to bring her foe down in a sit-out neckbreaker!

Dixie's body was being well and truly wrecked at this point, the torture rack would probably find itself being the root cause of multiple chiropractor visits in the near future. She gasped out as she couldn't hold in the pain, roaring and screaming all at once as she desperately clawed and fought to try and free herself. It seemed as if it was about to work though. The pressure eased off as she released a loud groan....

Then she was swung out and thrown by Karen! Her neck being impacted straight against Karen's shoulder as the raven haired powerhouse threw her out for that sit-out neckbreaker! The senses of Dixie were utterly rocked! There was a loud ringing in her ears as her vision turned completely fuzzy, practically to the point of becoming static. She flopped onto her side then slumped almost lifeless over onto her front....

Karen had seized control!

Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes were wide as she sat up like some undead fiend, with her body naturally rising fully soon after. She'd take a moment given her sweaty right hand would slip free of her left thigh, before her posture corrected itself. Nothing shy of a bullet to the back of the head was stopping this woman's rise. Not now.

It was an uncharacteristic moment for Karen as she rose with a visible aura around her - uncharacteristic in the manner that the amazon did so with absolute purpose and intent, as opposed to her usual spur of the moment planning. She'd even beckon to the crowd if inadvertently, as her right arm raised before she was even standing straight! A beckon that was in a rare occurrence, returned by the onlooking masses!

With her figure now to the corner after a powerful if wobbly pace straight at it, Karen's eyes were practically bulging as a fire lit inside her. She'd struggled thus far in this match to say the least, but that wasn't what was inspiring the heavy chested amazon here and now. Her forever-ongoing rivalry with Dixie had seemingly pieced itself together within her mind like a twisted montage - with memories of Dixie's previous victories over the amazon now taking focus. Memories filled to the brim with cowgirl dominance, with Karen forever coming up short, regardless of what she did and how she did it. The moment stung all the more when Karen registered the fact that Dixie had often never even bothered to give her the time of day.

At the head of them of course, was Karen's first defeat within LAW itself to the Texan cowgirl. One that had taken years for the amazon to even muster a chance at winning back!

And now that said moment was here and now before her, she wasn't going to leave it to chance! She was going to end things if suddenly and extremely violently - on her own terms and no-one else's!

For the moment Dixie began to rise - nay, even move a muscle - Karen's right hand would practically slam down onto the cowgirls throat. With enough force in itself that such a move might have put the dirty blonde out!

Though Karen, needless to say, wouldn't leave a chop to finish the job. Not as she began to muster pure strength through her right arm to force Dixie to her knees, and then to her feet. All against her will, no doubt.

Not even opting to position herself fully for what was to come, Karen wouldn't even go so far as to brace and squat her thighs. Nay, she'd seek to pull Dixie straight into the air as if she was weightless, before shifting her grip before the cowgirl even began to come back down to earth.

Fans of the darker haired amazon would recognize the move and scream out both - given how Karen had opted to use it here and now, out of nowhere. For a randomly placed neck breaker was hardly the fitting preceding move for what came next, as Karen screamed amidst her pull of Dixie's body down to earth.

In a chokeslam variant she had dubbed - THROTTLE DRIVE!

Said variant had gained Karen much success in the past - hell she couldn't even recall if the move had failed to acquire victory for her, when it was of course unloaded without indecent or fault. Those looking on would be curious to see if Dixie would be the first to break through the pain of said move to keep her stay in the match, yet they'd be left with the question unanswered as to whether or not Dixie could endure the move.

For to the absolute shock of everyone, the official included, Karen began to rise to her feet. With her hand still to Dixie's throat...

Outright screaming as she forced every muscle in her body to work, Karen's biceps and legs alike were flexed to the maximum as she deadlifted Dixie to yet again another stand.

Before once again, Karen saw fit to bring her off of them with a lift...

Into a second THROTTLE DRIVE!

With the faces of those looking on outright dropping at Karen's suddenly brutal and outright animalistic show, they wouldn't be left with a chance to take in the events as Karen's exhausted frame fell across Dixie's own. With her bust laying evenly on the cowgirls, all that was left for the referee to swing in, and bring an end to the match that had taken such an extreme turn...

"ONE...

TWO...

...

THREEEEE!"

With the ringing of the bell came a matching roar of outcry, as the masses that looked on simply couldn't comprehend what they had seen. Those that were sat were now standing - and those that were standing were now practically halfway over the barricade. With the match being a pretense for the rights to compete for the Openweight belt, they had expected an outright slobberknocker that went pillar to post. Even more so given the women involved and the rivalry that existed between them.

And yet here and now, they watched on with pure shock in their eyes, as the referee extended her own shocked frame to reach for Karen's arm. To raise it high in victory...