L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Vanessa isn’t adept in any specific style so to speak. A jack of all trades, she prefers to use what she sees fit at the very moment. Whether she would dish out a mean hook, throws, or a submission to get the upper hand depends on her mood and the opportunity a moment presents. Cheating isn’t out of the question for her either as she only uses it as a means to poke anger out of her opponents to offer her a better fight or just outright winning.




As her moniker implies, Vanessa is explosive, unpredictable, and conniving. A ticking time bomb, one should fear merely sharing a ring with her. Vanessa is loud, showy, and brutal at every right of the word. She seeks the most intense of fights. Whether it would be a nail-biting close match or a squash, she wouldn't mind as long as thrill thumps her heart like a fast-paced drum solo. Vanessa would do any wicked ways possible to keep a match interesting for her and the crowd. Pick your poison: Humiliation, cheating, or dominance. Her words are daggers, goading them to fight more. Better not bring out the incident too— if you still have respect for your life.

Vanessa's more of a silent creature outside the ring, though. Just don’t get near her. Just. Don’t. Vanessa likes her tranquil well and wouldn’t hesitate to punch in the throat those that try to disturb it, especially when she is enjoying a drink. Bars have signs that tell people to stay 3ft away from her— as there should be, for the unexpecting strangers and the establishment itself. With that said, you would seldom find her sober around. Her scale only ranges from tipsy to blind drunk.

If she did get in the ring drunk, Vanessa turns rambunctious. Much noisier, rowdy, and with any caution thrown out to the wind. She could get pretty handsy on occasions, too. It depends mostly on two things— the drunk level and the hotness of her opponent. Vanessa isn't at all weaker when drunk perchance, though. Heck, it even serves the opposite— making Vanessa more stubborn than a mule as alcohol lessens the pain. Vanessa is here to enjoy the thrill of the fight and not worry if she's too drunk to have one.




The Lancaster were civil servants— her father was a cop, her mother, a public school teacher. Raised in a healthy environment, she grew like a normal girl, building on hobbies that piqued her interests: hiking, tennis, playing guitar, and such. A bit tomboyish, Vanessa played with toy guns and cop cars instead of dolls and kitchen sets. At a young age, her father taught her how to fight. He was her hero, catching criminals and stopping crimes. She shadowed his every move, mannerisms, listened attentively to cool stories, and tracked his arrests and career. By then, there was no question she was to be a cop and follow in his footsteps.

Then, things changed forever when her father was caught in a shoot-out in a drug bust after some big cartel. He took a gunshot wound in the shoulder of his strong hand, losing its motor function in the process and forced his early retirement. The operation was only considered a mild success; after most of the upper echelon managed to escape. Even so, her father was awarded a medal of valor for his service. It did not make him happy, though, thinking that he never deserved it. He was sure he could have caught all of them if he was not hit. By then on, he became a drunkard, contemplating the events with buckets of beer and wine and losing touch with his family.

Vanessa was as devasted. She promised herself that she would be the best to catch those guys and make her father proud. Vanessa thrived to reach the top in the police academy— acing fighting training and many more. She also got a girlfriend in the process with a girl named Erika. They did everything together even when they joined the force, even breaking some workplace ethics together.

It was then her time to bring down the local cartel as they have built up again after so many years. This time the cartel was prepared, giving a more brutal shoot out than the last. Amidst the confusion, Erika dived right in front of her, taking a bullet meant for her. The hit was fatal, killing Erika even before she could reach the hospital. Vanessa was beyond devastated as she was also supposed to ask her to marry her the next day, thinking that the drug bust would be a success. Everything spiraled downward from there as she fled to another state, not having the guts to face anyone she knew anymore. There, Vanessa suffered the same fate as her father. She became a drunkard, spending most of the days in bars. Vannessa also spent nights on the road on a motorcycle— where she cried out that fateful night. The howl of its engine masked her sob and screams, and the helmet hid her tears.

One night, a stupid bar fight ignited between her and three women. The sound of skulls recoiling off of glasses, tables, and countertops was all music to her ears. The bodies sprawled over the hardwood floors was her masterpiece. The fight ignited her cold heart again, like kicking an engine back to life. Surprisingly, the thrill of the brawl elated Vanessa to the level she thought she would never reach when she lost Erika. Driven by a hunger for more of it, she wandered in underground wrestling circuits beating opponents left and right. Not long after, she was requested to join Se7en Entertainment to fight in LAW here in Japan. Given the prospects of new booze to sip, new roads to take, and new faces to cave in just for her enjoyment, it's clear what decision she made.