L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Humiliation Match
Rules: Standard Rules Apply
Victory Conditions: Force your opponent to submit while in a humiliating hold

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Jazmine DeLuxe had arrived in LAW with a statement to make. She didn't wait quietly in the locker room hoping somebody would notice her. She stepped into the spotlight, grabbed a microphone, and demanded the entire company pay attention. So When Daisuke Takeuchi, the so-called Wrestling Prince, stepped forward to test the newcomer in a humiliation match, of course Jazmine didn't hesitate. Not only did she get to kickstart her career by breaking a veteran's body, she'd get to break his pride too.

The arena lights dimmed as the crowd settled in, waiting for the newest addition to LAW to make her first official appearance. A low bassline rattled through the speakers before the opening beat of her entrance theme hit, sending flashes of purple and gold lights across the arena. The cameras immediately turned toward the stage as the anticipation built.

Entrance Theme: Cardi B - Money

Jazmine DeLuxe

Jazmine DeLuxe appeared amidst the haze, her custom gear shimmered under the lights, her jewelry catching every camera flash as she slowly looked across the arena, taking in the crowd's reaction with a satisfied smile. Some people cheered. Others simply clapped along out of curiosity. Either way, Jazmine was sure that by the end of tonight, they'd all know exactly who she was. She lifted a hand toward the crowd, letting their reaction build before bringing the microphone up for a brief moment.

"Damn... that's it? C'mon now. If I'm gonna bless y'all with a DeLuxe debut, I need y'all louder than that."

The response from the arena only grew louder as Jazmine smiled and lowered the microphone, clearly pleased with the reaction. She began making her way down the ramp, stopping along the way to pose for the hard camera, letting the spotlight linger on her before continuing toward the ring. Her curvaceous figure dipped between the ropes, her plump assets bouncing enticingly as she slowly straightened herself out once inside the ring. She walked around the squared circle, soaking in the atmosphere as the announcers introduced her for the first time as an official LAW competitor.

"Introducing, fighting out of Atlanta, Georgia, USA... standing at 5'9 and weighing 141 lbs... JAAAAZMINE DEEELUXE!!!"

She climbed onto the turnbuckle and raised her arms, letting the cameras capture the jewels, the attitude, and the larger-than-life presence she had brought with her. Finally Jazmine hopped down from the turnbuckle and began stretching in her corner as she looked toward the entrance ramp, waiting for the man who foolishly believed he was going to be the one to humble her tonight.

It did not take too long for the match to get set up. It was a masterstroke by Jazmine of course. Instead of waiting in line for the chance to come to her, she went out to the ring, made the claim and made the challenge come to her....and it did come to her in the form of Daisuke Takeuchi. Going up against a well known veteran made it sure that the pair would secure tonight's main event. It also helped that the match itself was not going to be just some regular run of the mill match, no it was going to be a humiliation match. Either Jazmine would be left humiliated in the middle of the ring, her aura fading away or it was going to be Daisuke who was going to be proven wrong about her as she humiliates the wrestling veteran. Pride and ego were on the line, and none of them wanted to leave the arena with theirs shattered.

After Daisuke's theme cued, the prince made his way out to the entrance ramp. He was wearing his red robe that covered his royal and regal figure. With him standing at the front, some pyro fired up when he de-robed himself to reveal his chiseled body, clad in a pair if purple wrestling briefs and matching boots. The crowd would mostly boo the wrestling prince, who was well known for his arrogant and self centered self.

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As he walked down the ramp, he smirked confidently. He was quite confident this rookie had no chance against him, and that he would enjoy putting her through many humiliating submissions until she would finally break. Hopping up on the steel steps, Daisuke made his way into the ring and would immediately settled into his corner.

"And introducing the challenger, from Osaka, Japan... standing at 5'10 and weighing 155 lbs... DAISUKE TAKEUCHI!!!"

While he was being introduced, Daisuke did not seem too bothered as he would roll his shoulders, twist his hips and take a moment to stretch out. After adjusting the waistband of his briefs, Daisuke would walk out of his corner and would stand in the middle of the ring with his hands on hips waist. Waiting for the rookie challenger to set up so that the referee could ring the bell and this match could officially begin.

"Are you just going to stand there in the corner, or are you going to come here and face me, woman to man" he mocked her.

Daisuke's words earned a raised eyebrow and dismissive scoff from Jazmine as she remained in her corner for another second. Slowly, the new wrestler pushed herself away from the turnbuckles and began walking toward the center of the ring. Her bare feet sunk softly into the mat with every step, her stride signaling confidence with a racing pulse of excitement hidden beneath her calm exterior. This was the moment she'd worked for. The crowd buzzed as the distance between them disappeared, their anticipation growing with every step until she came to a stop directly in front of him.

Daisuke stood slightly taller, forcing Jazmine to lift her chin ever so slightly to meet his eyes. She took her time sizing him up, her gaze drifting from his boots, to his wrestling trunks which left little to the imagination, over his toned frame, before finally settling back on his face. A slow, amused grin spread across her lips.

"Who knew there was so much muscle under that silk suit of yours?" She let out a quiet chuckle. "Ain't gonna mean shit up against this baddie though"

Jazmine stepped in even closer until there was barely enough room between them for the referee to squeeze through. Her eyes flicked down to the purple briefs again before returning to Daisuke's face.

"Yep...Your folded-up body is gonna look reeeal cute on my twitter page... especially with me standin' over it."

The referee quickly wedged himself between them before the staredown could boil over, extending his arms and ordering both competitors back a step. Jazmine obliged with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, backing away without ever taking her eyes off Daisuke. A moment later...

DING! DING! DING!

The bell echoed throughout the arena and the crowd erupted.

Jazmine wasted little time closing the distance again. She came in light on the balls of her feet, circling to her left before raising both hands into a ready stance. She extended her arm out, looking as if she was trying to establish a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up to get a feel for her opponent. However, if Daisuke decided to go for the bait, Jazmine would quickly switch it up by planting her lead foot, pulling her arm back, and whipping it across in a fast, open-palmed slap aimed squarely at Daisuke's cheek, aiming to give the strike as much sting as possible!

When Daisuke called her out, it was more of a bluff. Given her status as a rookie, and his own legendary status as a long standing veteran of the ring- he did not expect her to simply walk her way to the middle of the ring and go face to face with him. However, she called him out on his bluff and the female wrestler would walk up towards him, standing an inch or two away from him. He glared at her while she looked up at him, continuing to taunt the man. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Oh please....I'm not even going to need my muscles to beat you babe. A few submissions here and there, and I'll have you quit this business without even trying" he would say.

Jaz would then walk up to him, pressing her breasts up against his chest and goooooing real up close and personal against her male rival, leaving no space. "Nrgh what the? Hey, hey, hey....watch her ref, no funny business before the bell rings" he would demand, getting a bit flustered at her antics as Jazmine really did not show any signs of fear against the prince. After a while, the referee got in between and would force the two apart. Daisuke backed up, rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck- it was time for action.

As soon as the bell rang, he got into a wrestlers crouch position and raised his arms up. He started to circle his opponent, who seemed to have the same idea of starting the match with a clean collar and elbow battle. Both of them were quite similar in height and weight, so this would be a even contest. Daisuke nodded and lunged at her, only for her to feign the grapple and instead unleash a stinging slap across his cheek.

"Nrgh!" he grunted, as his face turned to the side and he stood on his full height, rubbing his cheek. "Okay....Okay...." he nodded before suddenly lowering his body and lunging at her, looking to drive his shoulder into her abdomen before wrapping his arms around her waist, looking to drive her all the way back into the corner turnbuckle to continue with his shoulder strikes aimed at her abdomen.

The sound of Jazmine's palm connecting with Daisuke's cheek echoed throughout the arena, her own hand stinging with the heat from the first true impact of the match! For a brief moment, she simply stood there and soaked in the reaction from the crowd, their initial gasps quickly turning into cheers as they watched the newcomer disrespect one of the league's most established names. Her snarky grin only grew wider as she watched the Wrestling Prince slowly turn back toward her, rubbing the spot where she had left her mark.

"Better keep your guard up, pretty boy. I ain't tryna ruin that pretty face before I get the chance to embarrass you properly."

Jazmine looked ready to enjoy the moment a little longer, but her expression quickly changed the second Daisuke lowered his stance. The veteran moved with a speed she hadn't expected, driving his shoulder hard into her abdomen and forcing the air from her lungs. Before she could recover, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and locked her in place.

"Gaagh!"

The sudden burst of force lifted her off balance, and Daisuke drove her backward into the corner turnbuckle, her spine crashing against the thin padding. The impact rattled her entire frame, but he wasn't finished. Another shoulder buried itself into her midsection, followed by another, each strike forcing Jazmine deeper into the corner as Daisuke continued to use his strength and positioning to keep her trapped. The crowd quickly began counting along with each hit, the energy of the arena shifting as the Wrestling Prince made his power known. Every impact forced another breath out of her, her body rocking against the turnbuckle as Daisuke continued driving into her with hostile intent. She knew she couldn't stay trapped there much longer.

Waiting for the next opening, Jazmine watched his movement carefully as he charged forward once again. At the last possible second, she raised both hands above her head and interlocked her fingers, bringing them down in a clubbing double axe handle strike aimed at the back of his neck. If the blow connected, she would immediately follow with another heavy strike to keep him hunched over and disrupt his forward momentum. With Daisuke's upper body lowered in front of her, Jazmine would quickly reach out and grab the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle, using them to steady herself as she lifted her legs off the canvas.

Drawing on the flexibility and lower body strength developed through years of gymnastics training, Jazmine would swing her legs around Daisuke's waist and lock them tightly around his torso. She would then clamp her thighs together with as much pressure as possible, trapping his midsection between her legs while using the ropes and corner positioning in an attempt to create a suspended corner bodyscissor!

The slap connected and Daisuke was left stunned. Jaz took this time to mock the prince, letting him know that she wasn't gonna batter his pretty face too much just yet, because there was alot of punishment and humiliation left to go before she finishes him off. He chuckled while rubbing his cheek before suddenly bursting into action. His shoulder drove into her abdomen, and he soon carried her wall the way to the corner turnbuckle. Her back hit the turnbuckle from the initial tackle before he would grab the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and use the leverage to shove his shoulder into her abdomen once, and then twice....and then when going in for the third strike.

"Guuughh!"he cried out as Jazmine timed her double axe handled strike to perfection. When he lunged in for the third strike, she struck the back of his neck to halt his advances as he fell down onto one knee in front of her, still hunched over and almost leaning against her lower back. He let out a loud moan once again as she struck him once more, knocking the wind out of him and he was forced to stay in that position for a few extra moments while trying to recover.

That was all the time she needed to grab the ring ropes and prop herself up before her legs clamped around his mid-section in a spectacular suspended body scissor. "ARGH AHHHHHHH" he yelled in pain, caught in the unique submission. Of course, it was going to take a lot of effort on her part, squeezing him while also using her hand strength to hold her own body weight up like that using the ropes. It was indeed quite an impressive feet.

"K-Kisama [D-Damn you]" he hissed. "Kore wa fukanōdesu. {This is impossible]" he added while struggling, showing a hint of frustration in his tone. The prince attempted to use his strength to try and rise back up to his full height while gripping her thighs, looking to have her suspended over his back while she was hanging upside down over his back.

"ARGHH L-Let go" he roared, trying to pry her thighs open from his grip. Failing that, he would attempt to simply fall backwards, looking to drive her back first to the mat with his weight coming down on top of her!

It was a feat that required as much bravado as it did skill, both of which Jazmine carried in spades. In essence, it was not all different from her years on the parallel bars, arms holding up her weight while her chiseled thighs did the heavy lifting. The only difference was that this time, there was a cute man in between them, struggling and gasping for air, which Jaz had no intentions of providing him. She wanted him to feel every ounce of pressure her powerful legs could produce, her mocha skin wrapped around his toned exterior.

"What's wrong, Daisuke? I thought you said you were gonna have me begging for mercy."

Jazmine adjusted her position slightly, pressing her hips forward and pulling her knees tighter around his ribs. Her thighs flexed as she focused her strength into the hold, using the leverage of the ropes to keep her own body suspended while crossing her ankles together and increasing the pressure around his core. She laughed with another squeeze of her thighs, the sound drowned out by the sounds of Daisuke struggling beneath her.

But the hold was awkward and demanding, even for Jazmine. Keeping herself suspended required a tremendous amount of control, her fingers locked tightly around the ropes as her shoulders and arms burned from supporting her weight. But her gymnastics background gave her the flexibility and lower body strength needed to maintain the position, and she used every bit of it to make the Wrestling Prince feel trapped.

Soon Daisuke's hands found her thighs, and despite the pressure of the bodyscissor, he started forcing himself upward. Jazmine clenched her jaw, trying to keep the hold locked in as his strength began to test her control. The position that had looked so impressive moments earlier started becoming a battle of endurance, with Daisuke using his experience and power to work his way free.

"Oh, come on now..."

She grunted, tightening her legs one more time in an attempt to keep him trapped.

But Daisuke wasn't backing down. With a surge of strength, he managed to shift his weight and pull her away from the ropes. Jazmine's eyes widened as she realized what he was trying to do. Before she could disengage her legs, Daisuke leaned backward, using his own momentum against her. The next second, Jazmine's back crashed hard against the canvas as Daisuke drove her down with his full weight behind the counter. "AAAAH ~ UAGH!" The impact forced the air from her lungs, and her grip on his body immediately broke as she rolled away from him, clutching her back while trying to recover.

Daisuke had to admit. This rookie possessed some skill. He had wrestled many opponents in his years at LAW and none were clever enough to devise such a unique submission. He wasn't expecting it at all, which is why he found himself struggling to escape in the first few moments while being trapped in it. Hissing in pain and letting out his frustrations in Japanese, hoping she would not understand, Daisuke continued to feel his midsection being squeezed while Jaz showed off her impressive skill to the crowd. However, Daisuke was the crafty veteran here and he would soon figure out a way to escape, much to the disdain of his opponent of course.

After grabbing her thighs and slowly but surely pulling himself straight up, he almost had had hung on his back with her face facing the mat. His chiseled body glistening in sweat while he walked backwards, still holding her thighs and moaning in pain. After realizing the two were backed up to the middle of the ring, Daisuke fell back and drove her to the mat, and she would let out a loud moan in pain. The prince was now free, although the submission did take its toll on him.

"Tch, damn scissors...." he cursed under his breath, rolling over onto a seated position beside Jazmine while clutching his waist. He could not let the chance go though, quickly getting up on his knees and grabbing her hair. Daisuke forced Jazmine up to a seated position in front of him while he wrapped his legs around her body for a body scissor. Next, he would lean forward and wrap his underarm around her neck for a dragon sleeper, pulling her body backwards to have her back lean against his front. Of course, since it was a humiliation match- this was not enough. With the dragon sleeper and body scissor locked in, Daisuke slid his underarm further back, having it pressed against her mouth and nose for a humiliating submission called the Dragon Smother!

"Its over Jazmine. Just give up now. This is as close you will ever get to being one of the best here at LAW. Your dream is over" he mocked.

The impact of the slam lingered long enough to slow Jazmine down to crawl on the mat, and that was all the opening Daisuke needed. Before she could gather herself, she felt a sharp tug at the back of her head as he grabbed a handful of her hair and hauled her upright. "Ah...!" Her body protested immediately, the soreness from the landing still fresh as she was pulled into position. and his legs snapped around her waist.

"Mmph... y-you..."

Jazmine's back was pulled firmly against his chest as the body scissor cinched shut around her midsection. His calves dug into her sides, compressing her ribs while his arm threaded beneath her chin and around her neck. She instinctively reached for his forearm, trying to create space, but Daisuke's grip was iron tight. When he shifted his arm higher, forcing it across her mouth and nose, her eyes widened as her breathing became noticeably more difficult.

The arena erupted as Jazmine squirmed in his grasp, every movement met by another squeeze from his legs. The pressure around her waist built with each passing second, a clear retaliation for the same move she had employed on him. Almost worse than the pain was that her body was on full display. Her breasts bulged from the pressure exacerbated by the scissor hold, while her body squirmed and writhed as the life was slowly choked out of her. Sensing the shame stemming from the submission, the referee was quick to drop beside them.

"Do you submit?"

Jazmine answered by shaking her head, her mouth too smothered to spit back the emphatic response she wanted. Instead of wasting more energy fighting the hold itself, she forced herself to think through the pain.

Her hands released Daisuke's forearm and dropped lower. Drawing both elbows in tight against her sides, Jazmine suddenly began driving them backward in short, compact bursts, each one digging into the same section of Daisuke's ribs and obliques that she had squeezed relentlessly only moments earlier. If the repeated blows forced Daisuke to loosen his bodyscissor for even for a split second, Jazmine intended to capitalize immediately. She would plant one foot firmly against the mat, turn her hips sharply toward one side, and thread her near-side knee between his legs. Using that wedge to break one of his hooks, she'd continue rotating her hips while shoving against his top leg with her free hand, attempting to peel his scissor apart before slipping her waist free. If she succeeded in relieving the pressure around her midsection, she'd jab another elbow into Daisuke's side before trying to pry his arm out from her mouth and nose, ducking her head and scrambling onto all fours, hoping to escape the Dragon Smother once and for all before Daisuke could cinch the submission back into place.

With the dual submission hold fully locked in. All Daisuke had to do was play the waiting game. He was right after all, Jaz was just another flash in the pan. Someone who's bark was no doubt deadlier than her bite. When it came to the in-ring ability and performance, none could stand up to the challenge of the wrestling prince. Soon, he would claim another earlier career of a rookie as there was no way she could ever fight her way out of this done. At least, those were the thoughts running in his head while she struggled. He could feel her body struggle against his while his thighs tightened and squeezed her body. He felt her warm breath against his underarm while she squirmed her head against it, unable to breathe and finding any room to escape.

When the referee asked if she would submit, there was no verbal response but a firm shake of the head to signal to everyone, the crowd, the referee and Daisuke- that DeLuxe was not ready to quit. "Just give it up hun, there's no use struggle. I am way out of your league. This is the big time, you aren't cut out for this" he mocked while she struggled. "I said just give it u-UUUGHHH" he groaned as her elbow struck his side. A second elbow strike came and it was enough for his hold to loosen. Jaz would then quickly move her hips to the side, swing her legs over and manage to break free from the scissor. While Daisuke was still reeling, he had a firm grip of the Dragon Smother until a third elbow hit him in the side and Jazmine would grab his arm to shove it away from her face.

Daisuke rolled over onto his side, arms wrapped around his midsection while he moaned in pain and tried to recover. Meanwhile, Jaz would shift over onto her hands and knees next to him, free from the submission. "Impossible...." he cursed under his breath as he tried to slowly crawl away to the ropes.