L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The ring shudders heavily under their combined weight backed with the spiraling momentum of the aerial dive. Katsumi had never even thought to use the Shutdown in this way before. It was driven by a near-desperation to put Kana down decisively and with finality - for both their sakes! But she can only hope it wasn't going so far as to injure her.

She'd never injured someone in the ring before. Despite everything else, that was a particular point of pride for Katsumi. Scream, cry, beg, knocked out, her opponents have all met various fates. But injured? That's never been one. And she doesn't want that to change tonight. However, upon landing on Kana and when the two have finished bouncing once from the impact, she can tell the other girl isn't injured. Or at least, she certainly doesn't appear that way!

The referee starts to drop beside them, but Katsumi frees her arms from Kana's waist and raises a hand to stop her. "Not yet!"

Confused, the referee pauses.

Katsumi looks out at the audience and arches her back, deliberately pressing her body down hard against Kana's at every point of contact - hips, stomach, even breasts. But it's not as much about Kana as it is about the audience, letting them get the visual feast of a predator conquering her prey. With a wicked smile, she finally looks down at the girl lying under her, and suddenly seizes a fistful of her hair near the scalp. She raises her head just enough to make it clear this is forced on the other girl - a hard kiss, eyes open, lingering just to languish in it. The story? Kana is already defeated. She could do to her whatever she wants.

At least, that's how Katsumi is wanting it portrayed. That'll make for better headlines. And it lets her not linger in just how intensely awkward this moment is!

Finally, the kiss ends and Katsumi lifts her head again to look down at her. She releases the hair to let the girl's head drop, then takes her by the wrists, sliding her arms along the mat until they're stretched above her head. Katsumi's legs rest between Kana's, outer-thighs brushing her inner-thighs.

"Now," she says to the referee, despite looking down at Kana's face. "Now count it."

The crowd was near silent as the sound of the two wrestlers slamming into the mat echoed throughout the arena. The only other sound was the desperate gasp from Kana. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape, soft gasps coming from her mouth. She wasn't injured. She was stunned. This was the most intense move out of the night, and it was the perfect way to end the match.

Kana laid there, wishing this could last forever, cringing as the ref dropped down beside them to start counting. Kana was nervous Katsumi would back out of their plan but just as that fear rose, it fell back down as Katsumi shouted "Not yet!"

The ref paused.

Kana laid there, eyes wide and glued on Katsumi. Nearly glassed over as she felt anticipation, looking up at Katsumi as she looked out at the audience before arching her back. What came next made Kana melt. The way Katsumi pressed her body down hard against Kana's at every single moment of contact. Their hips, stomach and breasts felt as though they were melding together from the heat.

Katsumi looked to die for, so powerful, so beautiful, so sexy and primal, like a predator over her prey. The wicked smile on Katsumi's face said it all. Kana felt as though she were going to combust as she finally looked down at her. Their eyes met. Kana's eyes looked vulnerable. Suddenly she gasped as Katsumi gripped her hair with her fist near the scalp. The skin on her head burning as her hair was pulled. It really did look forced on her.

Kana felt as though the world moved in slow motion as Katsumi leaned in, their lips met, Kana felt euphoria, her head spinning, nothing else around her existed. The kiss was hard. Kana's eyes drowned within Katsumi's open eyes, their lips meeting each other just as hard as that gaze.

Time slowed down before it sped right back up again. The kiss was pulled away, the heat from the exchange vanished. The arena felt colder to Kana as the exhaustion finally hit. This wasn't the peak. This was the instant come down. The crash. Kana had been begging for the match to continue and go on for far much longer than it should have. She sighed as her hair was released and her head dropped.

Kana laid there limp, breathing shallowly under Katsumi who called for the pin count. If Kana could, she would beg for more, but she wasn't there anymore. Her eyes lazily closed. Her chest rising and falling, her body feeling calm, sore, exhausted under the warmth of Katsumi's pin. The ref finally got down and started slapping the mat. Kana let out a faint groan that was supposed to be a protest but that was all it was. There was nothing left in the gas tank. Kana was done for if that was truly what Katsumi wanted.

This was a truly bizarre match, by Katsumi's standards. Normally, she loves going extra on someone. Being overt. Being even a bit cruel. But something she'd always prided herself on was never injuring an opponent - at least, not yet. And a deep, deep part of her never wanted to be responsible for someone's career ending. And that's just what she was starting to fear with this Kana girl.

The high-angle finisher was enough. She wouldn't be willing to do any more to her. A kiss is a fair bargain. It's not like the girl's ugly or anything, right..?

In the moment, it felt almost vampiric. Like she was draining the final vestiges of fight out of her with that, feeling the other girl's body heat up beneath her - before the 'life' left her. And that was unexpectedly exquisite; her limp figure, feeling her just breathe beneath her, in full physical submission.

Katsumi's body arches again, this time pushing herself hard into Kana in a subtle way. Not for the audience - just for her victim and herself. Her hips grind against Kana's, her toned stomach clenched firmly over Kana's belly. Breasts mash ruthlessly over Kana's, her heart beating wildly against her. Each slap of the referee's hand against the mat lands beside Kana's head with force enough to feather her hair. And with each strike against the mat, Katsumi's hips give a subtle pump against Kana's, her body grinding into her.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"