L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

With Clara dazed, her head spinning from the sudden punch and with her back to Kayla, she couldn’t react to the head maid’s next move…

Kayla wrapped her arms around Clara, trapping her arms at her sides, and squeezed at her with a reverse Bearhug! Her arms dug into Clara’s ribs while the crushing force bent her spine at a very, very painful angle!

”MMmmmmGGGH!!! GGGGGH!!!”

Clara kept her mouth shut, especially as the order came from Kayla. She did would not give Kayla what she wanted, neither to her nor to the Baroness watching this encounter from her mansion. She tried to at least free her arms from her body, trying to get herself some way to try and escape the hold!

Clara wasn’t screaming.

It wasn’t as if Kayla had no experience with this hold. She’d practiced it on some of her more unruly trainees and knew the sort of damage it could do to the human body. Most of the time, the maids started screeching after only a few seconds. Yes, Clara was tough than average, but she shouldn’t have been that much more so. The pressure should’ve forced the reflexed.

She gritted her teeth, flexed harder.

Clara didn’t scream.

She arched her back, putting Clara’s spin in an awkward angel.

Still, Clara didn’t scream.

”You irritating, stubborn, stupid, little כַּלבָּה!” Kayla started to descend into curses from her native Hebrew, as she began to shake Clara left and right, yanking her about like a terrier with a chew toy. ”לִצְרוֹחַ! Scream!”

Clara bit her lip, trying to distract herself from the hellish pain in her spine. Things got even worse when Kayla realized what she was doing, growing angrier and angrier, forcing the Brit's body to contort at angles the back wasn't meant to bend at. The head maid demanded Clara screamed in pain... but in spite of the pain, the Brit treated her demands as a loss condition in their own right. She wasn't going to give Kayla or Baroness what they wanted, no matter what, instead trying to raise her feet to the best of her ability, trying to kick at Kayla's legs to force her rival to lose balance!

A scream.

All Kayla wanted was a scream.

And yet, Clara refused to give it, denying her even that simple pleasure. It was beyond infuriating, but then, it was to be expected - this woman had confounded the Baroness, after all. That required a certain level of stubbornness, in and of itself. A problem, yes, but one she would deal with.

She shook the woman around as her legs kicked about, with a few of them hitting her in the shins - an annoyance, but one that wouldn’t keep her from her taste. Aggravated beyond words, she spun around, jerked back, and gave Clara the release she wanted, but not in the way she would have liked - she sent the woman flying overhead with a German Suplex, hurling her hard towards the corner with a feral shriek.

Clara held her mouth shut, as she tried to kick away at Kayla's legs, desperately trying to escape the bearhug... until finally, Kayla had enough. But she didn't let the Shadow Lord go gently, instead throwing her through the air, and forcing her onto her neck and shoulders with a German Suplex!

"GAAAAAAAAGH!!!", Clara finally screamed, unable to keep her mouth shut as she rolled into a ball, holding her landing point between her neck and back!

Clara knew well how this was supposed to go - in most cases, she would’ve moved to pin her opponent and end the match. She likely could have at this point, without too much trouble. In a worst case scenario, she could’ve simply caught Clara in a chokehold and put her to sleep. There was some satisfaction in that, too, and she was sorely tempted to opt for that route.

But no. No. Those options weren’t on her table. It wasn’t enough for her to beat Clara, anymore. No, she needed to be broken. Humbled.

A submission. Nothing more, nothing less.

She was quick to get back to her feet after launching Clara into the corner, giving the woman no respite. She reached down, grabbed her by the hair, roughly forced her head against the bottom pad of the turnbuckle, and proceeded to plant her boot against the woman’s temple, grinding against it with her heel and driving her full weight with her heel.

”You think yourself tough, is that it? You think I can’t break you?” Kaylah spat down on her foe, then gripped the ropes for balance so she could apply even more force. ”You’re not tough, Clara - you’re simply too stupid to know when you’re beaten.”

Clara couldn’t recover in time once Kayla approached her once more. The Brit breathed heavily from the pain in her body… and screamed once more as her ponytail was pulled.

”GAAAGH! L-let…go—UGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

The Brit let out a high pitched shriek as Kayla’s foot dug into her skull, Clara feeling her foe’s boot grinding into her skull, all the while her archenemy’s second in command berated her, disrespected her… spat on her as she made sure to make Clara feel like she was nothing.

”You’re…stupid…if you think…”

Clara would stop mid-sentence, before she tried to launch her feet upwards into the air, trying to ram them straight into her rival’s stomach, trying to drive her away!

There it was. There was the shriek. Finally.

A wave of euphoria came over Kaylah as Clara let out her piercing wail. While she never considered herself a sadist, she would be lying if she said there was something deeply satisfying, almost on a spiritual level with making this woman suffer. Perhaps a bit of schadenfreude, made even better when she was the one balancing the scales.

”What was that?” She leaned over, trying to make sense of whatever Clara was rambling. ”I didn’t quite hear-”

A pair of feet to the gut was enough to interrupt Kaylah, as Clara continued to show her defiance, lashing out with a wild kick that was enough to make her stagger back. The blow surprised her more than anything, but she recouped after a moment, as her face hardened with a rage-fueled rictus.

”Enough!” She made a shriek of her own, a harrowing war cry, as she surged back towards Clara, leaped up, and attempted to drive all of her weight into the woman’s chest with a devastating double stomp.

She gave Kayla what she wanted - her scream… but in return, Clara was going to beat the maid.

Managing to buy herself time, however little, was critical at this point in the bout. The blow to her rival’s stomach wasn’t much to stop Kayla in her tracks, but as Kayla jumped up, the Brit could feel a surge inside her body.

She rolled forward, barely dodging her foe’s stomp, and swiftly got up to her feet. Her body hurt, but Clara felt blood rushing through her body, breathing heavily as she grit her teeth, and wrapped her arms around Kayla’s neck and head, trapping her in Full Nelson:

”You are stupid… if you think that was enough to beat me!”

With a roar, Clara lifted Kayla upwards, aiming to bridge and drive her foe right onto her neck and shoulders for a vicious Dragon Suplex!

While this wasn't the sort of move that Kayla typically went for, she was rapidly reaching the point where shsimply did not care about slowly grinding this woman down anymore. She wanted her broken, she wanted her crushed, she wanted to drag her carcass all the way back to the mansion and drop her at her mistress’ feet. Perhaps then she would realize how much time she'd wasted on this undeserving insect.

But that was not to be the way things would go, at least not yet. Her eyes widened as Clara moved with a surprising burst of speed, narrowly avoiding her stomp at the last second and giving her nothing but air to slice through. She hissed as her ankles took the brunt of the impact, but that was far from the end as far as pain went.

She felt arms wrap under her shoulder, seizing, capturing her with a tight Full Nelson. She could’ve fought her way out with enough time, but that wasn’t afforded to her, as she was sent skyward in the next second, hurled through the air in a wide arc. She came down hard on her head and rolled off, coming down on her knees.

Gritting her teeth, she glared toward Clara as she pushed her way up. ”You enjoyed that? Hm?”