L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Eclaire had practiced her finisher well over a dozen times before, but never did she understand why her staff was always so worried whenever she set it up. Only now with her barely lucid and the ground seeming like it was an eternity of a drop away, did the danger of what she was about to do settle in. But she had already made her way to the top of the turnbuckle. Her knees wouldn't support her combined weight with Dana's for much longer. Second guessing was a luxury Eclaire could not afford, which was certainly a first and only time she would ever think those words, and she took to the skies with the hopes that her ass was as soft and cushy as she hyped it up to be!

For its ringside debut, the Navaranta was just as beautifully brutal as Eclaire designed it to be! For the whole trip down Eclaire's hands were bringing down and bending Dana's neck and thighs like there was no tomorrow. How flexible those old bones were, even for somebody as brutal as Smiling Demon, wasn't much of a concern for Eclaire. For all she knew, her biceps were going to bend Dana into a parabola with how much force she was squeezing in! The actual impact with the ring shook the ropes and definitely was going to leave Eclaire's rear stinging for a day or two. But her cheeks weren't bouncing as much as Dana was, as the moment Eclaire touched terra-firma again her grasp instantly released! Like a coiled up spring finally releasing its tension to launch a pinball, Eclaire's recoil would pop her foe up and behind her ringlets! Letting gravity, the cruel mistress that it is, deal an overkill blow as it brough Dana back to the ring with a colossal thud!

With every intention to end the very, very long drawn out match Eclaire scrambled to her feet from her sitout position. Nearly tripping over herself to where Dana lay, Eclaire would stand over the face of her equally exhausted opponent; her peachy rear looming over like a squishy, smothering meteor about to drop! Grabbing the trims of her leotard, Eclaire would swing her hips once to the left and once to the right as she gave herself a wedgie and bared every inch of hotel's softest pillow for the world to see! Now granted those swings of her hips nearly had her topple over, but she hoped that wasn't too noticeable. Her little performance climaxed with a spank to get her cheeks jiggling up a storm, as she winced and bit her lip to hide her yelp and desire to scream how that was a terrible idea given her condition.
"For a demon...you made quite the charming little date! But I do believe it's time for you to call it a night my little...oh to hell with it. My legs CANNOT take this!"
Eclaire would unceremoniously give into fatigue once more and just kick her feet out. Falling into a sitout position and letting her butt careen down! Hoping Dana would lay there and take it, so she could transition into a facesit pin to end the spectacle with some polish and pride!

It felt like an eternity for Dana as she waited on Eclaire's shoulders before she was brought down to the mat with the younger woman's ultimate finisher. Her entire body rattled as she hit the canvas, and the sheer impact was enough to extinguish whatever flame that Dana might have in her. Finally laid out, Dana looked up to the ceiling before she saw Eclaire standing over her before she brought herself down for a facesit pin.

"Mmffhhh..."

Accepting her fate, Dana didn't fight back. Her body was pushed past its limit at this point. The veteran knew that she was beaten by the younger woman, and while the facesit might be a tad humiliating, at the very least it was a proper way to end this match, at least for someone like Eclaire. Dana remained unmoved underneath the blonde as the referee started counting the pin.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

It was that number and the sound of the bells ringing out that cued a wave of relief to wash over Eclaire's body. The last sounds she heard before the fatigue was allowed to settle in, and boy did it make itself at home. She couldn't really recall much after the bell for that matter. The feeling of one of her hands reaching to the sky, which was most likely the ref holding it up in hindsight. That, and her final words before the imminent collapse being something along the lines of, "Oh, Dieu merci!" before falling face onto Dana's crotch. The squishy, sweaty inner thighs acted something akin to pillows for the Tycoon, not that she was going to be picky about what she laid to rest on. For all she cared it could've been a freaking landmine, and that would've been adequate after something as exhausting as that match.

There was probably something to be learned about trying to take on somebody with literal decades of experience in the ring. Namely that fighting Dana for a debut was probably one of the single dumbest choices Eclaire had ever made. Not that she made many, but hell would freeze over first before she'd do an encore of that level of idiocy again. Technically speaking she could tell her staff, who warned her so earnestly, that she told them she could handle such a darling opponent. But there wasn't really a lot of bragging rights for somebody who was sweating enough to look like she slept in a rainforest for centuries and was technically seconds away from losing by KO. In summation: Eclaire had a lot to reflect on before her next booking.

...somebody should probably push her off of Dana.

WINNER: ECLAIRE