L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

As the announcer introduces him, Ivan Ramirez strides confidently through the curtain and onto the ramp. He's dressed simply - tight black trunks that show off his muscular physique, high-top boots, and no shirt. His flaming red hair stands out starkly against his tanned skin. Blue eyes scan the crowd impassively, waving at the enthusiastic fans of his work.

Reaching the ring, Ivan ducks between the ropes with easy grace. He moves to his corner and leans to the turnbuckles.

For this match, he is happy for once it's a Standard Match instead of Hentai. His loins are getting to much abuse lately and needs some rest.

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Another match, another opportunity for Valerie to display her dominance. So far her LAW career has been off to a good start and she wanted to continue the momentum. This time she would be competing in a standard match so wrestling skill would be the focus here. Any sexual shenanigans would have to wait until after the match.

Upon reaching the ring, Valerie stepped through the ropes and went to her corner where she could get a good look at her opponent. Apparently, the man had gained some notoriety within LAW, particularly for his rough treatment of rookies. If he thought he was going to do the same to her then he was sorely mistaken.

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Ivan watches his opponent enter the ring, taking in her form and stance. She seems confident, maybe even a bit cocky. Typical rookie, he thinks to himself.

The referee calls both wrestlers to the center of the ring for the instructions. Ivan listens attentively, though he barely registers the words. He knows the drill - win by pinfall, submission or KO. Just like in the old days.

Well almost. Just needs for blood to be drawn but it would cost him.

As the ref steps back, Ivan locks eyes with Valerie across the ring. There's a challenge there, a promise of violence. He grins slightly, showing a hint of teeth.

When the bell rings, Ivan springs forward. He feints left before driving his shoulder into Valerie's midsection, trying to lift her up and throw her down to the mat in a powerful shoulder charge as his opener.

Ivan watches his opponent enter the ring, taking in her form and stance. She seems confident, maybe even a bit cocky. Typical rookie, he thinks to himself.

The referee calls both wrestlers to the center of the ring for the instructions. Ivan listens attentively, though he barely registers the words. He knows the drill - win by pinfall, submission or KO. Just like in the old days.

Well almost. Just needs for blood to be drawn but it would cost him.

As the ref steps back, Ivan locks eyes with Valerie across the ring. There's a challenge there, a promise of violence. He grins slightly, showing a hint of teeth.

When the bell rings, Ivan springs forward. He feints left before driving his shoulder into Valerie's midsection, trying to lift her up and throw her down to the mat in a powerful shoulder charge as his opener.

The referee started explaining the rules of the match, though Valerie tuned them out. It's not like they were telling her anything she didn't already know. Instead, her focus was on her opponent, analyzing him and looking for weaknesses to exploit. Her last opponent barely put up any resistance, but it was clear just by looking at him that Ivan would not go down without a fight.

As soon as the bell rang Ivan sprang into action. With surprising speed he moved to her left only to drive his shoulder into Valerie's midsection before she can react. The force of the charge lifts her off of her feet and knocks her down to the mat.

"Argh!'

Ivan's shoulder connects solidly with Valerie's midsection, lifting her clean off her feet. The impact drives the air from her lungs in a sharp grunt. Her body crumples as gravity takes hold, sending her crashing heavily to the mat below.

Ivan follows through on the charge, using his momentum to ran back to his original direction into the ropes. His back hits the ropes, stretching the elastic materials until they went rebound back to place, launching Ivan back to the center ring towards the sprawled form of Valerie.

In a mighty leap, he drops towards the unsuspecting woman with a Leg Drop straight to her throat.

Valerie winced as the powerful shoulder tackle knocked her down. Pain shot across her back as she laid sprawled out on the mat. The initial collision and the subsequent fall stunned her long enough for Ivan to build up momentum and drop his leg onto her throat, causing her to hack and cough violently.

The leg drop lands squarely on Valerie's exposed throat, crushing the windpipe and leaving her gasping for air. Ivan holds the position for a few seconds, enjoying the desperate wheezing sounds before releasing pressure.

Quickly, he shifts his weight, straddling her prone form. Grunting with effort, Ivan pushes her on her back and grabs an arm, stretching the limb behind her in an unnatural angle.

Ivan maintains the position, waiting for the inevitable tap. His biceps flex, muscles rippling as he holds Valerie in the restraint.

Valerie was left gasping for air as Ivan's leg lingered on her throat for a bit before he released the pressure. However, her reprieve would be short-lived as Ivan would then grab her arm and bend it behind her.

"Gaahh!" Pain shot through her arm as it was bent at an unnatural angle. If she spent too much time in this position then she would likely suffer a serious injury. But she wasn't ready to tap yet so instead she desperately reached out for the ropes to force a break.

Sensing Valerie's attempt to reach the ropes, Ivan quickly transitions his grip. He pulls both arms towards him. Before she can react, he wraps his legs around her upper body in a modified camel clutch, trapping her arms at her sides. Grunting, he arches backwards, pulling her upper body up and forcing her head and neck into a severe stretch.

"Give up," Ivan growls. "Tap now and spare yourself more pain."

The position puts immense pressure on her neck and spine. It's only a matter of time before the agony becomes unbearable and forces a submission.