L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Valerie wallowed in the corner, taking deep breaths to refill her lung, trying her best to recover despite the toll the match had taken. It wasn’t just the raw damage she’d received but having to fight at such a high level for so long. She felt as if she’d done three hard workouts back to back. There wasn’t a part of her body that didn’t ache, either from being battered or from overuse, and all she wanted was just to lay down and take a rest.

It was a natural instinct, and one she fought hard against as she strove to endure through this onslaught. While she was in a bad spot, she was confident that she could fight through this and come out alive on the other side. She just had to persevere, hold on a little longer, and…

…wait, what was El Rey doing?

Valerie would admit, she wasn’t as familiar with wrestling traditions as she should’ve been, having actively tried to avoid it for much of her life. While she had taken to the sport like a duck to water when she finally caved in and tried it, there were still many traditions and concepts that eluded her, things that other wrestlers did that she misunderstood. This was one of those moments, as she looked up to see El Rey slowly approaching her while he slapped his cheeks and the crowd cheered. Was he setting up for some kind of big attack, or-

Valerie shrieked as El Rey suddenly rammed his ass right in her face, shoving it deep between his cheeks. She thought it was some kind of attack at first, but then he held her in place and shook and grinding and thrusted back against her, battering her head about and smearing all over her features. It was a move made for pure humiliation, and it worked - Valerie had never been more mortified in her entire wrestling career. Maybe her entire life.

She kicked about, flailed, even pushed at his cheeks, but there was no dislodging El Rey. All she could do was wait this out, knowing the moment would come where he let up. And when he did…

The crowd had successfully wormed it's way into his ear. El Rey was taking this match seriously, of course he was, but the masked man had always been known to be a crowd pleaser, and many of the sorts of matches he competed in within LAW involved things such as smothers and more softcore aspects. And while this wasn't one of those matches, Valerie's position in the corner had brought a certain form of... recognition might be the right word, as the fans could tell that this was just the perfect opportunity for a signature move from the masked man! It didn't take that much to convince them, and from the second that he began to walk towards Valerie, giving his ass as smack, the fans would go wild, knowing exactly what was coming the blonde's way. It seemed however, that Valerie herself was quite in the dark, judging by her facial expression. Well, this would be one hell of a wakeup call.

Once he had turned around, El Rey gripped the ropes, and with no delay, he'd swing his hips back and plant his thick ass directly on Valerie's face, burying her pretty features in his buttcrack as he delivered a thorough stinkface, grinding his cheeks left and right along the trapped Valerie! Her boots thudded against the canvas as she kicked and pawed at his ass, but El Rey would stay put, continuing to grind against her, and after a few moments, letting his movements stop as he simply sat down on her face, leaving her buried in his hefty behind!

"Sorry hermosa, but the fans want what they want!" El Rey muttered to the woman underneath him, and yet he was sure that Valerie probably wouldn't forgive him just based on that. Still, after ensuring that she had gotten quite a fair share of ass, having spent a few moments simply sitting on her and letting her suffer underneath him, before he'd finally stand up and step forwards, releasing Valerie from the stinkface!

"Well thank you, I hope you all enjoyed!" El Rey called out to the fans, unable to resist grandstanding for them, as he stepped back out to the center of the ring and gave quite the exaggerated bow! And once that was done, he'd turn back around to Valerie, looking to inspect the fruits of his labor and see the state that he had left his opponent in!

Amazingly, being told that the fans wanted El Rey’s ass in her face did not make Valerie any more okay with taking the Stinkface. It had the complete opposite effect and made her far less okay with it than she had been previously, as unfathomable as that was. It was one thing if he was doing this as some kind of tactic to get in her head, playing mind games. That would still be gross and annoying, but at least she could see the worth from a tactical standpoint. But being used as a prop to get a cheap laugh?

No. Not cool with that, not at all.

She had to endure it for a few more seconds, agonizing as she ground against her before he finally pulled away and let her get a breath of fresh air. Valerie gasped, taking in lungfuls and falling into a coughing fit, spitting off to the side to try and get the taste off her tongue. Despite them being parted, she could still feel his mass all over her face, still feel the sweat, the heat, the stickiness smearing all over her. She could shower for hours, and that sensation still stuck with her.

So, no, she wasn’t in a good mood, and when El Rey turned back to the corner, he’d see her sitting there, seething, glaring daggers back his way. She gripped the ropes at her side tight as her nostrils flared, ready to pop at a moment’s notice.

After delivering a quite hefty amount of ass to Valerie's face with the fan favorite maneuver, El Rey would finally stand up and step away from the seated blonde, walking back to the center of the ring as the fans cheered, before bowing to the rowdy audience! The fans always enjoyed antics like this, and although El Rey was in the middle of quite the heated exchange with Valerie, the urge to give the crowd what they wanted had won out in the end, though he hoped that Valerie would at least be a bit understanding of the showmanship. And as he turned around to inspect the woman in the corner, he could see that she had not, in fact, been understanding of him stinkfacing her for the showmanship of it.

If looks could kill, El Rey very likely would have dropped dead on the spot. Valerie's glare lucky wasn't actually lethal, but it made El Rey's blood run slightly cold when he saw her glowering in the corner, looking like she wanted to rip his head off. Well, as much as she might have wanted to do that, he had a pretty averse reaction to being beaten mercilessly, and so instead of giving her time to recover and act on those violent urges, he decided that he ought to keep his momentum and look to finish her off!

"Well... sorry. But I think it's time to wrap this up!" He said a bit sheepishly, before his tone shifted back to being serious, as the masked man suddenly broke out into a run, heading towards the cornered woman with a quick pace! As he approached, there was no more playing around or acting to please the audience, as he looked to put the finishing touches on Valerie! And to that end he'd attempt to get close before leaping towards her, aiming to bring both knees up and slam them into his opponent, utterly crushing her and setting her up for the end!

Valerie wasn’t mad. ‘Mad’ didn’t quite cut it. She was ‘mad’ when her car blew a tire and she spent the day waiting for a tow truck to show up. She was ‘mad’ when she’d wanted to work out at the gym, only to find out that every one of them had closed for a holiday she’d forgotten about. She was ‘mad’ when she called for a reservation at a restaurant, only to drive there and figure out that she’d called the wrong one and her actual reservation was on the other side of town.

But having her face ground on by El Rey didn’t make her ‘mad’. It made her absolutely livid, and she was about to express that feeling in the most visceral, violent way possible.

El Rey seemed to realize the trouble he was in, and he wisely moved to stop his showboating and go back on the attack, coming at her with an impressive burst of speed. Unfortunately, as humiliating as that stinkface had been, it hadn't hurt her all that much, and she’d been able to make a good recovery over the past few moments. Which meant she had enough energy stored to give him special.

Instead of waiting for him to crash into her, Valerie grabbed the ropes, pulled her way up to her feet in a single tug, and rushed to meet him head on, closing the distance even as he came barreling in. She dipped down as the two of them neared, threw her body forward and launched herself at him, turning herself into a human missile and hitting him with the hardest Spear she had, right in the stomach.

El Rey had only seen a look like the one that Valerie was currently giving him on the faces of few women in his life, and almost every single time he had seen it disaster had followed. It was a lesson that he probably should have taken more to heart, but given that he was still attempting to win the match he pushed those worries to the side, and soon took off towards Valerie with a sudden burst of speed, rapidly approaching the woman who was currently glaring at him from the corner! In his mind, he wanted to take as little time as possible to finish this match and hopefully find a way to get her less pissed off at him after he had won, or at least prevent himself from being battered by her backstage.

As it turned out, he probably should have been a bit more worried about the present. Because as he approached Valerie, she suddenly sprang up out of the corner and darted at El Rey, his eyes going wide as she threw herself forwards, meeting him head-on!

"UUUUUGHGAH!" El Rey had never been hit by a train before. And yet, somehow, in this very moment, he felt as though he had a fairly good idea of what it might have felt like to be hit by a speeding locomotive. Valerie's spear didn't just knock him off of his feet, but he slammed to the mat on his back, nearly flipped entirely over, before ending up on his side, entire body curled up and legs kicking the mat, looking quite a bit worse than only a few seconds ago!

"Nnnngh... Nnnnnhhh... ow... ow ow ow... Okay... think we're even..." El Rey barely managed to groan out as he slowly rolled over once more, tilting from side to side as he attempted to ease the pain, thanking his lucky stars that she hadn't managed to break a rib with the sheer force she hit him with. However, his lead had evaporated, and it seemed that while the fans might have loved his showboating, Valerie had other thoughts on the matter, and she now had free reign to act upon her anger, something that boded quite poorly for El Rey!

Valerie’s mother, the second Valley Doll had always warned her about taking matches too personally, about getting worked up over things that happened between the ropes. She’d told that, once the bell rang, just about anything went. Getting attacked outside of the ring was one thing, but in the actual match, almost anything went. It wasn’t like other sports, were unsportsmanlike conduct could cost you in big ways. Opponents would try to humiliate her, they’d get in her head, they’d play pranks, they’d outright cheat. Making more out of it than there really should.

Well, she tried, she really did, but even she had limits. Sorry, Mom.

Valerie had taken that stinkface quite personally, and she made that abundantly clear when she came out of the corner with a explosive burst of speed and power, focusing all of her power into a hellacious hit that nearly cut him in half. The impact shook the ring so hard that it made the referee jump, and the crowd whooped and hollered, collectively taken aback by the sudden turnaround.

But Valerie wasn’t done, not just yet. Temping as it was to go for a pinfall straightaway, El Rey had proven to be a tenacious opponent through this match, taking some of her best hits and still managing to press through. She couldn't just put a period on this match, she needed an exclamation mark, and she knew just how to do it.

Valerie rolled away after the impact, popped to her feet, then turned back away and threw herself forward, dipping into a roll off of El Rey’s prone body. She grabbed his legs and head as she rolled through, so that when she popped to her feet, he was on her shoulders. She gripped him tight, planted her feet, and brought out the last measure of herself as she pushed her way up, rising to her feet and lifting his bulk up into the fireman carry, hoisting him high as the audience cheered.

Once she was fully standing, she waisted no time - after a deep breath to summon all her power, she threw herself sideway and brought his head crashing down into the mat, spiking him with her other finishing move: The Death Valley Driver.

In his head, El Rey's momentary detour from serious competition to appease the crowd was going to be a quick stinkface, and then he'd go back to keeping his offense stiff and hard hitting, and wrap up the match by putting Valerie down for a quick three count! And yet now, El Rey was writhing on the mat with his arms crossed over his midsection, unable to move much more than a few slight twitches and kicks to the mat, Valerie's spear having put him down and knocked the wind clean out of him! The masked man couldn't even begin to think about any offense now, as he couldn't currently manage to draw in fresh air, and so he was still at a loss when Valerie came for him once more, moving quickly after she popped back up to her feet!

In a flash, Valerie would suddenly lower herself down, and El Rey's arms shifted as she came in close, in a meager attempt at defense, but he didn't realize what she was going for! Instead of further attacks, she now simply rolled forwards, pushing her shoulders into El Rey's frame before spinning over him, latching onto his head and legs, pulling the masked man along with him! And then, all at once, El Rey found himself hefted onto Valerie's shoulders, now dangling above the canvas atop her shoulders, held aloft in an impressive display! And there was only one way to come down!

"Woah there hermsoa, let's think about this!" El Rey attempted to protest, but a sudden lurch saw his body pushed up and off of Valerie's shoulders, at the same time brought both of them falling to the side, as she hit El Rey with a death valley driver!

"UUGH!" One short, sharp yelp was all that could be heard from El Rey as he was brought hurtling down into the mat, slamming down hard on his head and upper back, Valerie driving him ruthlessly into the canvas! The large man slammed down, and flopped over to his back, his body landing and laying still outside of a low groan that came from between his lips, completely destroyed by Valerie's finisher!

El Rey was, by no definition, a light man, and hauling him toward the center of the ring took a real effort on her part, but Valerie was pulling it off. She dug down deep and used all her reserves, throwing all of her might into this final effort. The match had reached a critical point—if she couldn't finish it now, she simply couldn't.

”Okay,” She grunted as she moved into position and readied herself, preparing for the plunge. ”I’ve thought about it.”

Valerie didn't use the Death Valley Driver because it shared a part of her nickname—that wasn’t the only reason, at least. It had been her grandmother’s finishing move, the first Valley Doll, and she’d put away countless opponents with it. El Rey was about to learn why, too, assuming he was still conscious.

Valerie drove him into the mat with the devastating slam, then threw her body over his after he flopped to his back. She reached over, grasping his leg, and pressed her chest against as she went for the pinfall. The referee slid beside them and started up the count, slapping the mat beside his head.

”1…!”

After nearly being broken in half, El Rey couldn't do much of anything other than hold onto his midsection, with Valerie stalking nearby after picking herself back up, the masked man in no position to defend himself as the blonde moved in close to him! However, instead of striking him while he was down, Valerie had something else in mind, as she rolled forwards and grabbed El Rey during her tumble, grabbing hold of him and pulling him along with her as she stood back up! And that left the muscled man hefted onto her shoulders, El Rey carried about in dangerous position, and once Valerie had confirmed that the only way out was down, the masked man was suddenly shifted, and his vision blurred until he crashed down on the canvas!

The impact shook the ring, and many in attendance winced at just how hard that El Rey was actually brought down, Valerie's death valley driver absolutely crushing him against the canvas. He might have supposed that the stinkface could be considered repaid, though he wasn't in any position to consider anything at the moment. Instead, he slammed down hard onto his head, flopping over to his back, before laying still on the mat, only a low groan coming from him as Valerie quickly laid down across him, grasping his leg and hooking it in a dominant pin!

"TWO!"

The crowd waited and watched in anticipation, as the two had managed to endure so much, that they were on edge for a kickout that would keep the match going. A kickout that they wouldn't end up getting!

"THREE!!"

And with that final slap of the mat, the match was over, the bell rang, and Valerie was officially the winner, having been the woman to finally put an end to the masked man's impressive undefeated record within LAW! El Rey himself was still suffering the effects of having his skull driven into the mat, and so he only offered a low groan as the final fall was called, and he received his first defeat, beaten by Valley Doll III!