L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match type: Accepted submission
Match rules: Winner is decided when they accept the loser's submission. If they do not accept the submission, the match must continue until they do so. There is no DQ and hentai is allowed.

Saya would be waiting backstage, excited for her next match. She was once again in an accepted submission match which was right up her alley. While she wasn't the most skilled wrestler, there was a good side to that for her. She was a masochist so hopefully, her opponent would use that to their advantage.

Saya would receive a box with her attire in it. It was a cute white cat themed bikini along with a cute bell collar. Saya blushed as she put it on, looking in the mirror, being shocked at how revealing it was.

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The higher ups must be looking to make her not only look cute but sexy for this match as well. She would then be told that it was her turn to make her entrance. She would make her way towards the curtains and stop and wait for her music to start.

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Saya would put on her confident persona, walking out to the arena, waving and smiling at the crowd, even going up to some girls who she found attractive, kissing their hands and faces, getting loud cheers from the crowd. She would then make her way to the ring, climbing in and getting to the center of the ring where she would strike some poses for the cameras to capture.

Once she was finished, she would head to her corner, leaning against the turnbuckle to see who her opponent was, excited to see whoever it was!

Micaiah was fuming. Sure, she knew that her win-loss record wasn't the best, but to be slated to face a proven jobber? Now that was just insulting. Still, she couldn't exactly complain, because she desperately needed this win to improve her standing in the roster. Not that she was going to be happy with it, of course. Readying herself for the match, Micaiah waited for her cue to make her entrance.

Micaiah Wilson

Walking down the ramp, Micaiah made sure to show her unpleasant expression to the audience, flipping them off as she heard some boos from them. Making her way to the ring, she looked at her opponent who was wearing a painfully cute outfit. She couldn't wait to make an example out of her as she would make her beg for mercy, and she would grant her none.

Entering the ring, Micaiah did some stretches as she would prepare herself for the match. All the while, her eyes were on her opponent, Saya. Being a lightweight, Saya was smaller and shorter than her, and Micaiah was sure that this match would be a mismatched one. Well, people paid to see her beat up some jobber, so she shouldn't complain about it.

Saya continued to wait in her corner, taking deep breaths as she tried to keep her composure. Butterflies flew around in her stomach as she nervously waited for her opponent. The longer she waited, the more nervous she got.

After a few moments, her opponent was waling out. She watched her walk down the ramp, hearing some boo's from the crowd. She could tell, just by Micaiah's attire that she was a heel. While that terrified Saya, it stirred her up her masochist side. She watched as her opponent flipped the audience off in defiance to their disapproval of her. The act gave Saya goosebumps and made her shiver.

Once Micaiah entered the ring, Saya got a much better look at her. She was beautiful. Her body was athletic, her hair long and brown, absolutely gorgeous. Saya couldn't help but oggle at her opponent, having her mouth water as she thought about the match that was to come in the near future. She watched as Micaiah stretched before noticing Micaiah looking right back at her.

Saya's cheeks turned red quickly as she blushed, but still continued to look at Micaiah, almost in a trance and unable to look away. The ref would call them to the center of the ring where she would explain the rules. An accepted submission match with no DQ and hentai allowed. Saya's heart skipped a beat as she saw the height and size difference between the two.

After the ref explained the rules, Saya would reach out a hand, offering a handshake. "Hi.. My name is Saya Endo... Lets have a fun match..." She would say nervously, trying to put on a friendly demeanor, even though she was nervous yet excited on the inside. The bell would ring as Saya had her hand out, it was up to Micaiah if she would accept the handshake, or decide to start the match right away as the bell rang. Saya was easy pickings for her opponent.

Micaiah looked at Saya before her, frowning. Well, one could clearly see that she was here designated as a punching bag for the amusement of the audience. Not that Micaiah cared about that crap. All that mattered was that she got paid in the end.

Seeing the offered handshake, Micaiah scoffed, refusing to shake hands with Saya. "Hmph. Hope you don't get crushed too quick, or else it's going to be boring." She sneered at Saya before she nodded to the referee, indicating that she was ready for the match. The bell was then rung.

"Come on, kid. I don't have all day." Micaiah grumbled as she would take a stance, ready to clash with Saya. She wanted to see what Saya would do now that the match had begun, though she had a feeling that she might not have much in her.

Saya would keep her hand out, waiting for a returned handshake that never came. She would see the frown on Micaiah's face. She then heard a scoff come from her opponent's mouth, refusing to shake hands back. Saya heard Micaiah's words, saying she hoped she wouldn't be crushed too soon or it would be boring. Saya would shake her head. "I'm quite durable! I have great stamina! Your going to have to work really hard to break me down!" She said in her most confident voice, putting on an almost believable facade.

She saw Micaiah nod to the ref and the bell would ring. She would hear Micaiah's impatience, telling her she didn't have all day. Saya saw her opponent take her stance, ready to clash. Saya would freeze for a moment, not expecting to be the first one to attack but now was her chance. She would let out a cute battle cry as she lunged forwards, trying to run into Micaiah's body, shoulder first, hoping to drive her back to the ropes, although the size and skill difference were quite obvious as Saya ran into what felt like a brick wall, however, she would keep pushing, grunting cutely along the way.

Seeing Saya charging towards her, Micaiah would stand her ground, letting the smaller woman ram her shoulder into her stomach. She let out a grunt when she was hit, but she managed to stay on her feet, keeping herself upright. Now that Saya was within her reach, she would grab her and pull her into a hug. Not an affectionate hug, mind you, but a powerful and crushing bearhug.

"Now, scream!" Micaiah demanded as she would tighten her hold on Saya in the bearhug. Keeping her opponent's body pressed against hers, Micaiah smirked, making it clear that she intended to crush her opponent, showing her no mercy at all.

Saya would thud against Micaiah. Hearing a grunt, Saya thought she had done something, but it ended up not doing much besides that as Micaiah stayed on her feet, keeping herself upright. After Saya's failed attack, she was in easy reach of her opponent who decided to quickly grab her and pull her into a hug. Saya would yelp as she was pulled in and off the ground, caught in a tight and brutal bear hug.

Saya would hear Micaiah's command to scream and scream she did as the hug was tightened around her waist and back, causing her to bow and arch her back, kicking her feet cutely yet uselessly. She would blush as she felt her own nipples begin getting slightly hard as they pressed against Micaiah's own breasts, their stomachs also mashed together, Micaiah's much more sculpted figure completely dominated Saya's. Saya's head would roll back and she would face the ceiling, letting out another pained cry as she felt as though her back were cracking and all the air was being forced from her lungs. She would bring her legs up to wrap around Micaiah's waist, not as an attack but just a way to support her weight. She would then rest her head on Micaiah's shoulder, letting out pained whimpers and moans as she was squeezed mercilessly, looking adorable, yet pathetic within Micaiah's grasp.

Having Saya's body trapped in the bearhug, Micaiah would mercilessly squeeze her body in the bearhug, and she would enjoy herself listening to her scream of pain. She could also feel Saya's nipples hardening against her own. Of course, that would get old really fast, so she would soon decide to go for another move, this time, hoisting her over and sending her down onto the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! Having her land on the mat, Micaiah would then look at Saya to see if the damage dealt was tremendous or not. She didn't want her to pass out too early, though she knew that she could go to town on her in this match, where the match wouldn't end unless if she accepted her submission.

Saya continued to scream in pain as she was hugged mercilessly. Their bodies mashing and pressing together, breast to breast, stomach to stomach. Saya had her chin resting on Micaiah's shoulder as she whimpered pathetically, legs wrapped around her body as if she were being carried by a lover. It seemed that Micaiah got bored with the hold though so what came next was extra painful.

Suddenly, Saya would be flying through the air, hitting the at hard from Miciah's brutal belly to belly suplex. Saya let out a pained yelp as all the impact was on her neck and shoulders. Saya would lay there, clutching her upper back, rolling up into a ball to protect herself as best as she could, although she was basically defenseless at this point.

Micaiah brought Saya down with a belly-to-belly suplex, and after righting herself, she looked at her downed opponent. Sneering, Micaiah said, "Heh, pathetic. Try to not make it too boring for me, okay?" Micaiah would approach the downed Saya before she kicked at her stomach twice, looking to hurt her some more.

After that, Micaiah would bend down to grab Saya so that she could drag her towards the nearest corner. She planned to slam her back first onto the turnbuckle in preparation for her next move.