L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Ivan's foot passes harmlessly overhead as Zoey slides gracefully between his legs. The playful slap to his rear, accompanied by her cheeky taunt, earns her a scowl from the frustrated middleweight.

Turning to face her once again, Ivan shakes his head in annoyance. "Outsmart me? We'll see about that, kitty cat."

He then himself at the opposite ropes, springboarding in turn to meet her head on with equal or far more force.

Seeing Ivan run to the opposite ropes to spring board off them towards her, zoey’s grin grew to resemble the cheshire cat‘s as him charging at her meant he would have less time to react to her attack. As soon as she launched off the ropes she would jump high in the air to perform a flying clothesline seeking to send Ivan down to the mat.

Ivan's eyes narrow in determination as he springs from the ropes, hurtling toward Zoey with the speed and force of a runaway freight train. However, the quick-witted cat-lady has set the perfect trap.

Just as Ivan launches himself forward, Zoey meets him halfway in midair.

A perfect trap.

Unfortunately, if Zoey's opponent is a smaller opponent, it would work flawlessly. But with Ivan? It's like dangling a piece of meat on a starving child.

Using his massive strength, Ivan easily catches Zoey mid-flight in his thick arms, cradling her petite body against his muscular frame. Without breaking stride, he continues his momentum, lifting the lithe feline above his head as he descends towards the canvas.

"Gotcha now, little kitten," Ivan smirks cruelly, his blue eyes gleaming with sadistic intent. "Time to teach you a lesson." Lifting her up, he prepared to slam her down to the canvas like a sack of garbage.

While Ivan had perfectly countered Zoey’s flying clothesline he had made one tiny mistake in lifting her up over his head…Zoey’s hands were now right near his face and zoey took advantage of this by raking her nails all over Ivan’s face. While Ivan managed to slam her down to the ground, causing zoey to let out a pained “agh!”, it wasn’t as hard as he probably would have liked it as the pain from zoey’s nails to his face had distracted him. Instead of immediately trying to get back up zoey would roll towards Ivan’s feet hoping to trip him up.

Despite the distraction of Zoey's nails scoring bloody lines across his face, Ivan maintains his momentum, slamming her down onto the mat with a resounding thud.

Zoey lets out a pained groan as she hits the canvas, her small body bouncing slightly from the impact. However, even through the lingering ache, the stubborn woman manages to rally, rolling directly into Ivan's legs in a valiant attempt to throw him off balance.

Ivan snarls in frustration, his pride and body aching from Zoey's continued resistance. Without hesitation, he follows through on his impulse to stomp down upon the prone woman at his feet.

Ivan’s boot landed with a sickening thud on Zoey’s chest causing Zoey to let out a pained shriek. Zoey would lay under Ivan’s boot for a few moments, her lackluster endurance finally rearing its ugly head. But Zoey was determined to go down swinging, mustering what strength she had left she would scratch Ivan’s leg with both hands looking to get him to move his foot so she could roll away.

Ivan growls in discomfort as Zoey's sharp nails dig into his calf muscles. With a swift flick of his ankle, he kicks her prone form away as she rolls away, sending the battered feline sliding across the canvas.

Not giving her a single moment to recover, Ivan launches himself into the her, his imposing figure closing in the distance immediately with his strides while ignoring the faint trickle of blood on his leg. With a leap, he descends on the feline opponent with the grace of a bull falling straight at her with his leg outstretched for a Leg Drop at her chest.

Zoey saw Ivan run towards her and leap into the air to perform a leg drop. Knowing she was too tired to try and dodge it she decided to do what she does best and be a pain in the butt. As Ivan lands his leg drop on her chest she would punch Ivan’s balls looking to give him a rough landing.

Just as Ivan makes contact with Zoey's chest, his body contorting to absorb the shock of landing, a searing pain erupts from his groin. His leg drop turns into more of a convulsive curl, his midsection arching upwards involuntarily as Zoey's fist connects solidly with his vulnerable testes.

"YAAHHH!! FUCK! ANAK NG TIPAKLONG!!!" Ivan roars, cradling himself. Why it's the balls?

He doesn't care if it's the face but not the balls.

But at least Zoey is not in a good shape too with his entire weight landing on top of her after interrupting him.

Zoey could only let out a pained whin as Ivan landed on her. Her energy reserves were at a all time low and her battered and bruised body was reaching its limit but that wouldn’t stop her from fighting! She would very slowly get up to her feet looking to land one more big move on Ivan. If Ivan tried any offensive move she would try and punch him in the balls again.