L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Raya felt Katsumi roll her over onto her back before lying on her, nudging her legs apart, pressing her hips against her. She could tell that the way the punk princess pressed her stomach into hers was intentionally dominant.

Raya tried to look away but she couldn’t help but have her gaze drawn back up towards Katsumi, a mixture of anger and shame flowing through her. She didn’t resist but just laid there and listened as Katsumi waved the ref off and grabbed Raya’s wrists, folding them above her head while she stayed still.

Raya’s face turns red as she listens to the woman’s words, she gulps and whimpers as she feels their breasts collide, before finally speaking.

“I-I’m…I’m yours…” She whispers in shame, knowing she’s been totally defeated by Katsumi. She knows that the woman isn’t going to spare her, especially with all the gloating Raya had made her endure during the match. She would lay there in total defeat and wait for it all to end.

Katsumi's bottom lip pushes out slightly in a stubborn moue. "Hmf. Damn right you are..."

She arches her back, pressing herself tighter into Raya's figure at every point of contact. The hand holding her bicep squeezes firmly to press the arm flat against the mat. And with a flick of her head, Katsumi expertly tosses those sweat-glistening blueblack tresses of hair up and over, letting her hair curtain the left side of her face. This is specifically to let the cameras get the best possible angle on both of their faces in this intimately primal display of dominance in the ring, unobstructed by clingy locks.

Her hips shift again, feigning the need to calm Raya's bucking body down beneath her, despite a lack of bucking. It's purely to ram her hips once, firmly, into the other girl's. Dominating her body through a contest of skill and strength is great, but adding just a hint of sensual dominance to the mix makes the moment exquisite. And pinning someone down like this always had a way of winding her up, tickling that particular itch that finds these moments of full body dominance alluring.

"Count it," she says, finally loud enough for the referee to hear.

The hand swings, striking the mat firmly beside Raya's head.

"ONE!"

Raya groans when Katsumi rams her hips into her, but otherwise remains stiff and unmoving, the fight having long since been beaten out of her. Even her anger at this humiliation has been depleted, leaving nothing but a broken woman underneath the victor.

“Two!” The ref counts, and still she makes no movement to break free.

“Three!” Finally, the match is over, the ref declares Katsumi Oshiro as the victor. A complete and utter defeat that blew up all of Raya’s gloating in her face. She’s been utterly humbled and silence, unable to resist the better woman as she was forced to beg for mercy and admitted that she was hers. Her heart would start to pound at the thought of having said that but she would to bury it as her cheeks flushed red.

Raya waits for Katsumi to get off of her, but she readies herself for the possibility that the punk princess doesn’t, instead choosing to rain down more humiliation upon her, and she doesn’t blame her opponent for that either as she would do the same if the positions were reversed.