L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The feeling of having the bare skin of her thighs massaged while being teased was a new one for the redhead, but she was far gone enough by this point to simply feel the pleasure of it. It certainly added to the rising heat. But when Gabriel finally ceased teasing her target, and Audrey spilled over, even that was drowned out, along with everything else except the release itself and the noise that came with it.

The redhead managed not to release an ear-splitting scream like a banshee, but the long, satisfied moan she offered instead was still quite loud - there was no point bothering to try to hide just how overwhelmed she was feeling. Anyone with eyes could see it. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead by sweat, her body visibly trembling from the release. And when Audrey began to slow, head lolling back and body going limp, Gabriel just kept going! Audrey had no sense of time anymore, but still felt like it continued beyond the point where her juices stopped flowing.

Had that been all, Audrey would have been fine; let Gabriel collect her and pin her and call it a night. But when she felt motion, it was not from being lifted off her perch. No, instead a cool breeze tickled her warm, damp skin as her body instead fell backwards! Her back hit the post, lightly due to the angle and having her legs still tangled, but enough to jostle her, her palms pressing against the mat for what little support that offered. The haze in her brain only got worse as her blood rushed to her head.

There was noise then. Lots of it. But the cheering crowd meant nothing to the redhead, not in this moment. After the show she'd just given them, this was tame.

"Again, who is your queen, please?"

It took a moment for Audrey to recognize the voice was speaking to her, and only heard clearly the second time over the static of the roaring audience. But when she did, Audrey did not hesitate - did not even think to hesitate - in answering, her mouth moving on autopilot.

"Y-you are..."

The crowd roared when Audrey answered the Royal Viper’s trademark question correctly.

What hurt the most for those hoping Audrey would win was Gabriel’s glossy, moist lips, whilst the wet patch on Audrey’s pants glistened in the same way, soaking through and staining her skirt on the spot. There seemed to be no turning back from that point. And, to top it all off, Gabriel enjoys listening to her far more than the act itself. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

Fans were throwing their hands up in despair, as they’d hoped Audrey would put up a fight and at least manage to throw a spanner in the works for the heel. Or endure a little more of the ordeal. But, apparently, the cunnilingus had been too much for the Firecracker to even contemplate.

The British woman had made the humiliation even worse by sticking her tongue out at weak's fans with that obnoxious smile.

Now it was time to return to the ring to finish this off in the L.A.W. way.

With that thought in mind, the queen turned towards the ring, still carrying Audrey’s upside-down body. Keeping her balance on the turnbuckle was no easy feat. Gabbie had to shift her hips and bend her knees several times to adjust her centre of gravity and combat the dead weight that Trovita had become by that point. Though she managed to stay on her feet. She then allowed Audrey to slide slowly downwards, keeping a secure hold on her sweat-slick legs. Until her fingers finally touched the canvas.

Anyone would have assumed she’d continue lowering her carefully, but the British woman gave the spectators a mischievous wink before letting go, allowing her to crash chest-first onto the canvas and bounce slightly on the mat.

A collective groan rippled through the arena, but the Queen didn’t care. Instead, she simply sat for a moment to catch her breath and shake off the dizziness, and from there, she leapt towards Audrey’s side. Her skirt fluttered with the momentum.

Her plan would be less ceremonious now—she grabbed Trovita by the feet, spun her onto her back and proceeded to get down on crawled over her, slowly sliding her statuesque body over Audrey’s until she was covering her.

One of Gabriel’s legs bent to settle over Audrey’s hips, revealing her broad thigh and gleaming skin against the jobber’s, whilst her bust rested on Audrey’s, crushing it in clear mockery—Audrey’s breasts were larger, and yet they were being subdued and used by the breasts of a wicked Brit.

Spoiler

Gabriel didn’t even bother to move her further away from the ropes, nor did she bat an eyelid at the sight of Audrey's arms outstretched towards them. She knew Audrey didn’t have the strength to lift a finger. So that only made things even more intense. It was simply the pleasure of subduing her that drove her—the thrill of knowing Audrey's escape was so close, yet hopelessly out of reach.

Then one hand encircled her neck from behind; the other covered her lips. Completely controlling her posture. There might not be much left of Audrey after that beating, but even so, Gabbie revelled in it as if Audrey still had something left to give.—etching every second of the imminent victory into her memory. Moreover, she was waiting for the referee to stop watching and, at last, begin the count.