L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Gisele LeBlanc dropped down Sister Lucia after she came, her spurting sex drenching her forearm. The Powderbuff scowled down at the limp, wheezing Holy Roller, almost ready to end the match with a simple pinfall right there. LeBlanc was already exhausted from the match, her body feeling the effects of this battle now. And she would be satisfied to end the match here.

But then Sister Lucia still had to talk trash. She had to insult the French-Canadian still. The chiseled wrestler looked down at Lucia with renewed anger, grabbing hold of one of her arms, and then grabbing the second one. Then, Gisele would waste no time, pulling her foe up to a standing position, binding those arms behind her.

Then, Gisele would raise up Sister Lucia high and wouldn't belabor it at all. She would suddenly drop her down straight onto her face with the Flex Plex Glam Slam, utterly smashing her directly into the mat before rolling over on top of her opponent's chest. She would sit atop the naked breasts of her adversary before hooking a leg, a bitter expression on her face as the referee went down for the count!

As Giselle looked down on her with an expression of pure, unbridled hatred, it occurred to Sister Lucia that, antagonizing the woman who’d been making sport of ripping her to shreds was, perhaps, not the wisest of ideas. Just maybe.

”Wait, wait-” She tried to squirm away as the harridan descended on her, but it was far too late for that, as her opponent lifted her up with endless fury and scorching wrath. Lucia cried out and strugged as she was hauled upwards with frightening ease, but there was no escaping Giselle’s iron hold - despite all the damage she’d taken, despite their grueling match, she still had more than enough unholy power to finish this match off, it seemed, and there was little that this righteous warrior could do but pray for deliverance.

The prayer was not answered.

Instead, Sister Lucia was sent crashing down on the canvas, smote from on high with insane force. The blow left her breathless, and what little gumption she had was knocked clean out of her. There would be no more taunting, no more jibes, no more barbs at Giselle’s expense. All she could do was lay there and wait for the inevitable, as her opponent pulled her up for the pinfall.

One. Two. Three.