L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Fans were to the edge of their seat tonight in the LAW arena, with the eyes of said fans locked on two young lionesses going at it. Uninterested in their own unofficial ranking, both gal seemed out to prove a point it seemed with a multitude of moves not only being used, but broken free of. As if both gals were competing for the openweight belt itself!

As the two rearing bulls nearly came to blows, the sudden blasting of music would bring about their attention elsewhere. Perhaps more so because of who the music belonged to, over the simple fact that music was playing.

For some unbeknownst reason, Karen Starring had opted to make her entrance. Despite the fact she had absolutely no connection to either gal in the ring, nor any event happening tonight.

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Descending with speed to her pace, both rookies were stood to attention almost with their eyes to the amazon. An amazon that did not slow down, even as she slid into the ring!

"FUCK-OUTTA HERE-!" Screamed Karen, damn near cutting the closest rookie in half with a raise of her arm - an arm brought down upon her collarbone with such force, the lioness was lucky not to suffer breakage. With the bell ringing instantly as the official called for a lacklustre DQ finish, the other-still standing lioness took to the cue instantly. Even if she had just suffered an outrageous and sudden loss, she was not to stand before the woman before her. She'd promptly fall to her back, before she rolled out of the ring!

Kicking her cohort out to join her, Karen's ears were ringing with boos as she signalled for the mic. One that was quickly delivered by an equally furious and confused ringside assemble.

"SHUT THE HELL UP...EY...EY!" Roared the amazon, first to those roaring on and then to the ramp with a finger pointed right at it.

I KNOW YOUR BACK THERE, AND I KNOW YOU'RE HERE TONIGHT..." Pacing back and forth like a caged tiger, Karen's words were filled to the brim with hate. "WE GOTTA LOTTA HISTORY, AND TONIGHT YOU'RE GIVING ME A SHOT AT SQUARING THINGS AWAY."

Raising her hand to wipe her mouth for a moment, Karen's temper was not to be reigned in albeit the amazon at least had the decency to lower the volume.

"It's been years since we fought, and you've been ducking me ever since. You're gonna get your ass out here, right fucking now, DIXIE CLEMETS!"

All at once the sudden realisation of what Karen was here for hit the crowd, given whom she was shouting for. The woman whom had taken the first clean win over Karen, to say the least. One whom Karen had not seen since!

"Dixie Clemets, Sergeant Clemets, Cowgir-WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU CALL YOURSELF, I don't care! We're ending this here and now, and not only that..." Karen stopped for a moment, shit-eating grin to bare as she raised a hand a little higher as to not point at the general backstage area, but above it. To the titantron!

"We're going at it for Apex!" What was an outcry of boos over the sudden match stoppage was now an array of curious cheers given the proposition at hand. What made for better viewing on a casual evening, than two top heavy amazons going at it for a place in the most prestigious event in LAW thus far?

Something Karen was all too keen to take advantage of, for in a rare moment of genius from Ms. Starring, Karen had planned ahead. For if Dixie wasn't to show up and accept her challenge, she'd inadvertedly suggest a lack of interest in Apex - and the openweight belt as a whole!

What had happened tonight seemed rather out there, after all it wasn't something that the Three Count Cowgirl had expected. Of everything that could happen this was not on the list of things she thought would happen tonight. Hearing it blaring out of the speakers of a TV in the locker room, the voice of Karen shouting for the cowgirl to come out and settle their score.

Looking on at the screen for a few moments as Karen finished her speech and with it Dixie would let out a deep sigh. Right now, with Karen putting out such a public challenge she really had no choice. Stepping out of her locker room, dressed in her ring gear as she made her way to the Gorilla Position. Stepping out onto the ramp with a microphone in hand the blonde would bring it up to her mouth.

" Well well well...If it ain't lil'ol Karen. Now sugah, why you gotta call me out like that?" Dixie spoke as she placed a hand on her hip. Wearing her usual cowgirl attire of chaps and black and white cow-hide print. " You want a match for Apex huh? Well let me tell'ya somethang darlin'." Dixie spoke out as she began to walk down the ramp.

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" You ain't ever beaten me and ah'm worderin if this ain't gonna seem like cheatin. Me comin out here to kick your sorry ass." Dixie spoke out as she sauntered down the ramp and climb up into the ring. Marching right up to Karen, " Hell. All that shoutin' and yappin' about me dodgin' ya. All you had to do was ask, sugah." Dixie smirked as she would toss the microphone to the side and get right up in Karen's face.

It didn't matter if Dixie said a lot or absolutely nothing. So long as she was present that was all that mattered. Hell, the longer she spoke, the longer Karen had to wait before she was able to lay her hands on her. Images started to flash in Karen's mind of the imagined holds and predicaments she'd be putting upon her hated foe. None of which were a pleasant sight to see.

Karen would have been lying had she denied the urge to outright exit the ring - to maim the cowgirl there and then on the ramp. Instead, she barely held onto her last nerve, with the referee helping with a raised arm as to slow Karen down. As if it would have actually have halted her - had Karen all at once flipped.

But figuring one clean win could only be upstaged by another, Karen wouldn't attack Dixie on the ramp nor before the match started in general. Albeit when the chesty Texan was upfront and personal with her, steam could be seen pouring from Karen's ears.

She couldn't take it.

"START. IT. NOW!" She'd stomp, eyes to the referee with a maniacal look to her face. She'd often respond to a chesty shove with one of her own, but this was to be different. She had little intention of comparing strengths nor bodies with her veteran foe.

Nay, she merely wanted to hurt her.

And what better way than to do that, than by outright lunging at her the moment the referee felt ready to begin the match - to lay her hands to her shoulders not in an attempt to grapple her. But to steady her, for a torrent of nigh-endless right hooks!

Dixie knew pretty well what to expect with Karen at this point. This wasn't their first song and dance and she figured it wouldn't be any different than the rest. She'd stand triumphant over Karen in the end. That was what she expected at least, based on prior encounters with the raven haired gal. She figured Karen was pissed, that much was clear from her facial expression. She wasn't exactly looking as if she was in the best of moods.

Considering how angry she seemed, Dixie was surprised that Karen hadn't already lunged at her. Now it was just a matter of waiting to see how Karen would go about unleashing her rage. The cowgirl was ready though. Ready and waiting for whatever Karen had to throw her way, just so she could return it and double it to boot.

The referred was quick to start the match when Karen snarled out and even decided to stomp on the canvas. For a second Dixie thought her rival was about to throw a tantrum, a slight smirk appeared upon her lips as she would bring her arms up. Usually they'd grapple or something so that was what Dixie thought would happen here. Though she was wrong, as Karen instead grabbed onto her shoulder and reared her hand back, launching hook after hook at her face. " Urgnh!" Dixie grunted out as each hook struck him for the first three or so swing. Dixie was reeling but she was far from out of it. Gnashing her teeth as she would try and bring her arm up to block the next hook and aim a punch of her own aimed right at Karen's jaw!

Once Karen had latched on there was no breaking free. Not unless Dixie was to outright commit to shying away from Karen - which was an image Karen knew the cowgirl wouldn't want imprinted in the audience members minds!

Near enough digging her fingers into that firm shoulder, Karen began to unload as if she was being paid by the punch. Again and again her fist reared forward and back, seemingly with intent to beat Dixie into a pulp from the get go. What better way than to capitalise on her first official loss, then by beating the gal she did it into submission not one minute into the rematch?

The amazon however was no fool even amidst all her rage, as surely enough Dixie fired back with a hook of her own. Teeth smashing together as her head was sent up and back, only a small step back was taken by a Karen who refused to go any further.

Clenching the shoulder of Dixie all the more as she tried to step forward, a rare judo-esque manoeuvre would be unleashed by the top heavy Karen - who looked to hip toss Dixie clean to the mat, with her naturally falling atop of her!

To pin her against the canvas, where she'd no doubt be primed for a good few more strikes!

Dixie wasn't all too happy with the way things were starting out for her. Karen was really laying into her with those strikes, knocking her senses around to say the least. Still the Three-Count Cowgirl was a tough cookie and she didn't crumble easily. Instead she tried to stay strong against Karen and even fired a hell of a hook of her own, smashing it into Karen's jaw as she sought to hopefully send Karen loopy for a moment or two.

Though it seemed as if Dixie wasn't going to get much reprieve. Instead Karen stepped right back up against her and took a hold of her shoulders more firmly. " Th-the hell!" Karen soon swung Dixie over her shoulders with that judo like hiptoss! Slammed down onto her back with a heavy thud as she was stunned by the sheer surprise alone!

"Guh!"

Driving Dixie down with her body landing side-on atop of her, Karen's follow-up was not pretty. Nor was it enjoyed by the referee, who damn near immediately screamed out!

"KAREN! HAIR!" Karen however was as loose as the rules as she could be, with the hand that previously pulled at Dixie's head and neck now loosely grabbing at her hair only to let go again and again. She wanted the cowgirl steady for what came from her opposing hand.

That being, a series of never ending if short-ranged rabbit punches! For Karen would look to bloody the nose of the dirty blonde as she lay trapped beneath her, with her fist reigning in without pause!

If the referee was annoyed by what Karen was doing. You could bet that Dixie was fuming. Her hair grabbed repeatably over and even when the ref was protesting it. Her face getting smashed over and over by those rabbit punches as Karen's frame kept her pinned down in place for the moment. Her senses being rattled and rocked....

Angry snarls began to come from Dixie through the pained grunts, as she would reach her hands up and grabbed a handful of Karen's hair! Giving it a hell of a sharp thug in the opposite direction as Dixie had had enough of being a punching bag. She would swing her other hand up and throw violent and wild hooks straight into Karen's face. Furious the Cowgirl had become and fury she would unleash.

Dixie had begun to fire back, but she was firing against a woman already aflame. The strikes of the cowgirl didn't slow down Karen one bit. If anything, it inspired her to hit harder, as a means to show Dixie that she was the stronger of the two!

Growing annoyed not by the cowgirls response strikes but by her poor position, Karen for a moment paused her combination to grab two handfuls of hair. Screaming back at a referee already calling for her to stop, Karen let go with a resounding thud as she sought to ping Dixie's head against the canvas.

Hard enough to woozy her at least, for a shoot at a full mount!

One Karen would waste little time in trying to get, as she turned as to have her body upright before raising her knee. As to slide it over Dixie's core, before she looked to bring down her thick rear with a resounding thud!

Dixie was a tough gal and she wasn't about to let Karen get away with punching her right in the face. Firing back with punches of her own, even if she was fighting from a disadvantageous position...the cowgirl would continue to swung. Grunting out with each hit that Karen threw her way, Dixie refused to back down.

It seemed as if Karen had other plans, as she took two handfuls of the Three Count Cowgirl's hair and yanked her head up off of the canvas. Hissing out in pain at having her hair pulled and yanked around like that. Dixie could do little as Karen chose to slam the back of her head down against the canvas, hard! Feeling groggy and a bit woozy after the hit....Dixie Clemets didn't offer much resistance as Karen brought her shapely rear down on her abs.

Dixie would shake her head a bit, trying to clear the cobwebs. Slowly bringing her arms up to try and protect her head from further punches.